And it was the bomb. Sunshine, ocean, sand, shaved ice, what more could I ask for?
He loves me, I know it. Also I don't know why tank tops are in style now for guys. But my brother can rock 'em. He maybe had to have a talk about modesty with my mother "Nathan, boys have to be modest too."
Only one more month until I start my teaching job! I'm excited and nervous. Hopefully I won't get eaten alive by middle school children.
We may be 15 years older but we still know how to have a good time.
In a few short days me and this kid will be headed to Hawaii!!
Sharing a room, let the good times roll!
Needless to say, and based on the title of this post, I will not be participating in deep sea fishing this trip. When you throw up 10 times in a matter of 2 hours, you know deep sea angling is not your thang...
First off, let's just say that bees HATE me. I swear I have always had trouble with these stinging insects following me and getting all up in my business. Maybe they can smell fear? I don't know? Regardless, yesterday and this morning I had an encounter.
Yesterday I was traveling around with my momma we were waiting at a red light when all of a sudden a wasp started harrassing my window. Not just being curious and flying away, no, bumping up against my window over and over and flying all around that glass portal. As the light turned green it grabbed onto the window and held on for dear life. We were traveling at approximately 50 mph and it was hunkered down. I began hitting the window, because of course that always works, but he was a stubborn little guy. We come to a stop, it begins to crawl around the door. I am sitting there watching it in the side mirror and it crawls into the crack where the door connects to the car....what the?!!! I then refuse to open my door, climb out the back seat when we reach our destination and then remain paranoid and constantly check the crack from the door that leads into the car.
This morning I get into my car to drive peacefully to work, rocking out to Ke$ha, Kelly Clarkson, and Justin Bieber (don't judge). But as I take the ramp down onto University Avenue I hear a loud buzzing and catch a brief glimpse of a dark shadow in my rearview. Because of yesterday I still had the heeby jeebies. There in my back seat flying all around is a huge, fat, gigantic bumble-bee. WHY ME?! I yell out "GOOD GRACIOUS!!" and then proceed to pull over to the side of the road. I jump out of my car as fast as I can and then try to figure out what I am going to do? I can't drive to work with that thing back there, what if it comes and attacks me, what if I get distracted by it and cause an accident, what if it stings me, how did it get in my car?! I open the passenger side door and look at it....I can't swat at it, what if it gets angry? I then pound on the window from outside, this always works right? Recent events have taught me that no, this does not always work! I leave the door open, maybe it is not like other bugs, maybe it is smart, and actually knows that I am trying to help it escape...alas no luck. (I probably look like an idiot at this point to passers-by) But it seems to be calming down. It sits there for about a minute with no movement. I think, I can do this, I'll just keep an eye on it and drive to work and hopefully it doesn't start buzzin' around again. Flash forward, I made it to work, the bumble bee is still in my car, my windows are cracked, hoping against hope that it will fly away.
I have been a Viking, Leopard, Bruin, Cougar, and now I am a GRIZZLY!
That's right people my college career actually got me a job! I am now the proud recipient of the Health and PE internship at Payson Junior High School. What does this mean exactly? Well it means that I have a job, a job that pays half salary, full benefits, a job that if I want it next year, it is all MINE! And I will then be a full fledged teacher! This is so so so exciting because I don't know if you know this or not, but it is DANG hard to get a job in this economy, let alone a job right out of college and in the public school system. AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME! (yes, it did need to be said three times in all caps)
Needless to say I feel extremely blessed. And it is kind of scary to be a first year teacher, but I am up for the challenge. Bring it on Payson Junior High. I'm ready!
Turned 17 last Saturday, and I'm unsure how I feel about it. I remember being 17 like it was yesterday. In actuality it was 5 years ago...this is crazy talk! I feel old, but I also love that weird kid more than anything. So Nathan, here's to you buddy!
- I love that you make me laugh so hard with your ridiculous stories and witty comebacks
- I love that you wear a robe around the house like you are 85 years old
- I love that you humor me when I am feeling like an adventure
- I love your wicked awesome hair in the morning
- I love how you chase me around the kitchen with a wooden spoon, or wet towel
- I love how you do not care if you are messy or dirty as long as you are having fun
- I love how amazingly skilled you are in golf and basketball
- I love how you let me sing stupid songs to you when you are mad at me, such as "Nathan, I love you, that's all I have to offer. Nathan I need you, please don't turn me away." Saturdays Warrior anyone?
- I love how hard of a worker you are
- I love the way you let me put my head on your shoulder when I'm tired
- I love that you are my not so little brother forever!
Have you ever had someone say...
enjoy this time while you can, because
it only gets busier as life goes on.
Sad to say, but I NEVER believed them.
This is what I would say to myself in my head:
"Ya, ya, ya, whatever you old man/woman. I am
going to graduate from college, get a job, and
everything will be smooth, hassle free sailing,
from there on out."
Oh what a fool I was. What a gosh darn fool.
As I attended my last real class EVER today. The
ginormous scope of my situation hit me. I have
a lot of work ahead of me, lots of things to do, busy,
busy, busy, and no slow down in sight. But that's ok,
because I am excited and I'm going to enjoy every
minute of it!
So I just want all those old people out there to know...
I am currently taking an exercise physiology class for my minor. Basically it is the bomb, and I may complain about it but it seriously is one of my favorites.
Today we went into the weight room to start our own personal strength training program. I was kind of excited about this, seeing as I do work out pretty regularly, and consider myself to be in good shape. This is more due to my 15 years of rigorous dance classes than to anything else. But get this,
I can leg press 200 pounds! My 5'3" frame is strong! However, I could not relish in this moment for too long because then I went to the bench press. I have never benched pressed in my life, until today. A measley 60 pounds...I'm ashamed. Regardless of this I am still lovin' that 200 pounds. So thank you dancing days for giving me super powered legs, and toned arms that look nice but don't really do anything. Bench press is mostly your pecs right? That's what I'm going to go with.
I feel like I have posted a lot of videos on here lately. But I couldn't pass this up.
This is how you feel sometimes when your teachers want you to hit an exact position.
I just got back from the BYU v New Mexico game...devastating....I think that's the right word. We could not make a shot and they made everything they threw up. I hated it. I yelled, screamed, boo-ed, cheered, and bad mouthed refs. Speaking of the refs, that was the poorest display of officiating I have ever laid eyes on. So ridiculous. I hated it.
But I didn't hate ALL of my time at the game. The half time show was off the chain! You see, there is a group of ladies, ages 50-94 who are called Jean's Golden Girls....they are the BOMB! And if I am not a crazy cat lady when I am old, my new dream is to join their dance crew. An old lady dance crew. Can life get any better? I submit that it cannot! New life dream: GOLDEN GIRL!
Meet Terri Dixon, 94 years old and can shake it like a salt shaker. Oh and still do the splits! You go girl!
I have decided to share with you a few of my confessions. Nothing serious, like I would confess to a Priest if I were Catholic, just fun things that I have noticed about myself, that are maybe a little unique...or maybe they're not...who knows?!
Confession #1
I am a people watcher. Many of us are. But I think I may participate in this activity more than your average Joe. I say this because I have been known to blatantly stare at people and even make faces depending on my reaction to what is occurring. This usually happens when I am alone and have no one with me who checks me back into reality. In fact one time I was eating lunch in the Cougareat and watched a break-up go down between two little freshmen. Sad, really, but so entertaining. Now usually this is a private conversation and happens with no one else there to share in the agony and all around awkwardness of the situation. But I was there and watched every second of it. I felt a little bad for eaves dropping later but it was so fun to watch this young boy (pre-mish) and 18 year old girl end their relationship in a very public place. You're young people! Go and live your lives! She probably would not have waited for you anyways. So really it is there fault for doing it someplace so public. This habit has even made it difficult to study in the library. To combat this I now study in the depths of the library, between stacks of books, in my own little cubby. It is great and I get loads of stuff done. I just have to seclude myself away from humanity :)
Confession #2
Buying a new journal is a deeply personal and spiritual matter for me. It has to be cute, so no plain Jane journals. It must be a good secret keeper. It should have crisp pages with college spaced lines. It must protect, be a good listener, and share in triumphs and failures. I mean we have been told repeatedly to write our own personal histories for our posterity so I better have a good journal to keep all that information in. Really tho, I am a little OCD about choosing just the right journal but I love it. And I always love getting a new journal even if I don't need one right at that moment. So if you are ever looking for a good gift just get me a cute writing tablet, I will seriously LOVE IT!
Confession #3
Christmas morning is a SACRED event, not to be tampered with in any way. In my family's household we have always looked forward to Christmas morning with excitement from the time we were 1 till now. Many of you now that you are grown wake up at 9 o'clock and mosey your way on down to the Christmas tree. There is no moseying or sleeping in on Christmas! My family still awakes promptly at 5 a.m. and if we are not up by that time (this happened only one year) my dad will wake us up and hurry us down to look at our Santa gifts. As I said this only happened once and he had to wake us up at 5:30 a.m. so no harm done. We do not get ready for the day before going down to look at and open presents, but we remain steadfast, in our pajamas until around 10 when we finally take some showers and what not. Christmas morning will be celebrated appropriately! I mean it is hard to not get excited when your dad wears a red silk robe and a Santa hat when he comes down.
As many of you may or may not know on Thanksgiving day my apartment flooded. This resulted in much chaos and destruction. Stress, tears, and unbelief were felt by me and my roommates as we gazed upon the mess that was our cute and beloved apartment. Now because of this flood I moved back home. Now that I live at home I feel like I have to explain myself to everyone who asks where I live. I mean I love it! I have a queen sized bed instead of a twin, space for all my clothes, my own bathroom, a refrigerator full of food, a mother that cooks for me, etc. So really, it has a lot of plusses. But everytime someone asks me where I am living or about my apartment I have to tell them that "Oh! I live at home now." This is usually followed up with a drawn out "OOOOOOH...." from the other person. What is up with that?! Don't they know that I have been living away from home basically my whole college career. I know how to take care of myself ok, I'm not afraid to leave the nest, so this is a nice break from paying rent every month, so back off people!
But then I feel like I have to explain myself, and how I came to be living at home as a 22 year old, senior, college student. Then understanding seems to get to them but I always feel like I am looked down upon...just a little...because I live at home. I think they are just jealous, right? That is what I am going to tell myself whenever I hear another "OOOOH" from someone about my living situation. I promise I am not the 30 year old man who still lives in their parent's basement and plays video games every day.
If you don't know how to dance...you should probably watch this video. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. Ridiculous? oh yes. Do I love it? Very much.
My days lately have consisted of sleeping, school, work, combine the last two, and you get school work, then I go to sleep, that is all. Usually when people say this I assume they are exaggerating. I assume you are thinking the same thing about me, but alas I am not. It is true! I am really not exaggerating because it is closing in on finals week and I have been bombarded with papers, tests, projects, and midterms, yes MIDTERMS during the last week of school. Who does that? Also, I have almost completed my last Fall semester ever...weird.
In other news, every time that winter comes around there are a few things that will inevitably happen to me.
1. I will slip and fall, on ice. (I have to clarify that it is on ice because I have been known to slip and fall on perfectly normal services) My count thus far is only once,but winter is just beginning.
2. I will slip and not fall. This occurs as I meet a patch of ice and try and save myself from falling. Flailing arms, crazy legs, high pitched shriek included. I save myself, glorying in my victory, only to find people staring at me and then I think it would have been better to fall instead of that production I just put on.
3. I will walk under trees, their branches heavy with snow, and it will fall and pelt me in the face. This usually happens as I am walking past a cute boy, perhaps my potential soul mate, goodness gracious.
4. My mom will call me as it is blizzarding outside, and ask me how I am doing and if I feel like a pioneer trudging through the snow to class. Thanks mom :)
5. I will wear snowboots, sweats tucked into the snowboots, a peacoat, and a snow hat to class, simply because I can. I know, I'm pretty classy.
This post was a little scattered, but that's alright. Enjoy!
One of my random goals in life is to use a chapstick to its completion. This is an unbelievably hard task! And I have only been able to completely use maybe...4 of them. All throughout my life I have been bombarded with different chapsticks from Lip Smackers to Carmex, but my go to lip balm has to be Burt's Bees or maybe Natural Ice (it's cheaper). But without fail I will LOSE these precious gems of moisture before they reach their end.
Yesterday was a long day. I was sitting in my last class of the day, Multicultural Education, when I thought to myself "My lips are parched!" So I reach into my backpack and get out my Burt's. But my hand has a spasm of sorts and it slips from my fingers. This resulted in a semi-loud noise as it smacked the table/desk, and rolled to the floor. No problem right? Just pick it up and you are fine. Right? WRONG people! I can't find it anywhere as I twirl around in my chair searching the ground for the golden case. So I resolve to find it after class instead of crawling on the floor, under desks, scouring every inch of the classroom. But alas! I forget to pick it up at the end of class. It is a 2 hour long class on Monday evenings, I book it out of there like none other.
This morning as I sat at work, my lips were again in need of some chapstick. I reach into my backpack and remember that I have no chapstick! The saddest part of the story is, I was almost done with said, lost, chapstick. It only had about a centimeter left to go. I was soooo close! SO CLOSE! Anywho now I am in need of some lip balm.
Well, it is official I have signed up for my last semester of school...before I graduate....before I have to have a real job/career...am I crazy excited...YES! So for those of you who do not know, I am planning on being a Health and PE teacher in a middle school or high school. Hopefully I will mostly be teaching health because that is what I really love, but PE is cool too, and I am glad it was my minor.
But this last week for my technology in the classroom class I had to make a movie. I at first was dreading this assignment because this whole editing movie stuff is brand new to me. But I think it turned out pretty sweet, and it is on YouTube and everything...so it's legit :) Feel free to watch. It is supposed to be a commercial like the above the influence commercials and is about underage drinking. Take a gander, I am pretty proud of it, even tho it really is nothing special, but the sense of accomplishment is definitely there.
That's right people it is that time of year again....Harry Potter is coming to town! Now in this post I will probably disgrace myself with my nerdiness of how much I love Harry Potter, but it is true, I really cannot wait for it to come to theaters in (count it!) one month!
If you are not familiar with Harry Potter, shame on you! If you believe that Harry Potter is an evil/devil book that children read, you are ridiculous, sorry but it's true, so stop that. Now on to the geeky part of me being an avid fan of this movie franchise. Ya, ya, ya they may be milking it for all its worth by making the last installment 2 parts, but they caught me hook, line, and sinker, I do not even care.
So let the nerdiness begin!
1. I have read all 7 books....multiple times
2. I own all the movies and enjoy watching them
3. I am more then willing to tell you everything about Harry and his friends if you have questions
4. I wish Quidditch were a real sport
5. I cried, when Dumbledore, Dobby, and Snape died. If you do not know who these characters are see #3. Also I may have spoiled something if you have not read the books...sorry.
6. I got chills watching the trailer for the movie. Click HERE, watch it, and love it
7. I put myself on an email notification list (fandango style) to know when tickets first became available
8. I bought said tickets, today, about an hour after receiving the email
10. I want to dress up for the midnight showing (12:10 a.m. I will be there!)
11. I really want to go to Harry Potter land in Florida and drink butterbeer everyday.
So there you have it. I will be one of those people at the midnight showing. Come, if you so wish.
One month into school already! I have not posted anything in a while on here, and that is mostly because, well, I've been busy. Plus I have a whole other blog I have to keep for my technology class, which is great fun, and should definitely be worth more than one measly credit.
I have mostly been enjoying work, school, friends, and family. There have been many paddle ball tournaments played and so far me and Anders are the dominant force. I mean just look at us, we're legit!
Also this past week for my technology class (previously mentioned) I made a website. Yes a website! Who knew I was so computer savvy? Anywho in reference to this class being only one credit, this assignment alone took me around 9 hours..... yikes! But I am super proud of it! So you should probably check it out. I had to make two classes that I could teach in the future so just go explore and see for yourself:
I am loving my classes and so excited that this is my last year of "real" school. Next year I will be student teaching/internshipping at a middle school or high school. Will I be mistaken for a student there? Most likely. Bring it on.
In other news my best friend Rachael Andersen is getting married this Friday, love it! Also I am one of her bridesmaids...expect pictures :)
It has been a week or two since the last blog update so I decided it was probably time for a new one since we have entered into the month of July. This one may seem like I am rambling but get over it, because I don't really know what to write about so I'm just gonna write....and see where it goes, yes? You know those free writing assignment you always had to do in High School? Where they tell you to just write without stopping for 5 minutes and let your thoughts flow, I think this was to get our brains going, I really don't know, but it will be akin to that.
Lately, I have spotted many EFY kids on campus. They are not hard to pick out. They come equipped with trendy new jeans, hollister t-shirts, perfectly coifed hair (even at 7:30 in the morning), an EFY lanyard, and of course they travel in packs. The boys escorting the girls arm in arm. This comes as a relief that they actually get to touch each other this year. Last year they escorted one another by holding the lanyard (swine-flu and everything). The following is an example of an actual conversation I heard in the girls bathroom: "Oh my GOSH! My hair looks horrible today!" "No it doesn't, I would kill to have your blonde hair." "It looks like I just got out of bed." "Oh my gosh! It does not, it looks so cute! Don't you know that all guys like girls with blonde hair better?" "Really it looks so cute!" "Ok, we look good!" Followed by giggles and a high-five. (Say that in a valley-girl voice, and you got it down). I really hope that I was not like this when I was 16 years old, sadly I totally remember having conversations like this....so sad.
I am starting to actually enjoy skirts and dresses. Growing up I hated everything frilly, especially bows and dresses. My sister was all about the girly things, but not me. In fact I used to refer to high heels as big-girl shoes. Sadly this was only about 2 years ago. So this is a major accomplishment for me, you should be proud. I am not allowed to wear jeans and casual clothing to work. So I have taken to wearing skirts or dresses a lot since it is now hot outside. That is correct, I wear these things on days other than Sunday, for longer than 3 hours, and I like it. My mom is so proud of me.
I have started doing lots of things with this one cute boy. I have gone to school with him since 6th grade, but he was always far too cool for me all growing up. You know the type, but he is no longer that punk kid haha. His name is McKay and a picture is enclosed. Basically we go on adventures a lot. Here is a list of some of the things we have done: real rock climbing (as opposed to fake rock climbing), tennis, movies, stadium of fire, board games, making cupcakes, swimming, stripping wallpaper, golfing, etc. Mostly he is incredible and I love being around him, so I think I am going to keep him around for a while.
A few things you should know about me. I love wheat thins and cheese sticks, Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings. I used to be a gamer back in the day, but have mended my ways. I love laughing, sunshine, people watching, and the ridiculous. I once lived off of green peppers, applesauce, graham crackers, and milk for a week. I've never had a growth spurt my entire existence. Life is an adventure and I'm trying to figure it out.
