That's What She Said...

One Up!

2009-11-10T12:56:00.000-07:00

So this thing has been happening lately. Annie and I have been participating in "one upping" each other. I thought one of the best ways to carry out a one up is to write a blog about it.

Ok, one upping works like this. One person says or does something and then the next person tries to say or do something that betters that. For example, Annie heard that Cedar was one of the coldest places in like America one day. I in turn sent her a picture of my bike piled up with snow. I one upped.

Also, one downing can be done too. This one is tougher to do. You must be able to take what the other person did or said and bring it down a notch and be able to make them feel sympathetic when you're done. For example,
Taylor: "Hey Annie! Guess what? My teacher made us caramel apples!
Annie: "Oh, that's nice. One of my teachers just gave us a small piece of candy... I wish I had a caramel apple."

So, now that I've done this blog about one upping, I think I just one upped Annie's comment on Megan's blog. One Up!

Some of the memories in this blog have been embellished because I can't really remember how they exactly went down.

Great Day!

2009-10-30T10:00:00.000-06:00

My day was so terrific I just had to share! So, the week started out pretty miserable. I had a presentaion due on Monday and we had to do a class activity with it and no one participated... that quickly became awkward. Then, I had to go to my three hour chem lab where I didn't do the write-up because I didn't get it. While in lab, one of the stockroom "proper attire police" came in and pulled me out of class. Apparently, my shoes looked permeable so she gave me a written warning and made me wear booties over my shoes. And, of course when I walked back in the room everyone wants to know why they took me out so all eyes zoomed in on my booties.

Besides that, I had an interview that I hadn't done that the conversation had to be typed up and a 5 page paper written on it. I had a ten point extra credit due in health because I went to take the online quiz 30 minutes after it closed so I got a zero. Also, I had a test in chemistry and those are the kind of tests where people were shocked and amazed at my genius when I got an 80 on the last one.

So, this blog is titled Great Day! and what I've previously described may not sound great, but here is where it gets good. Yesterday, my Health class got cancelled because of the snow so I got to sleep in for an extra hour and a half! I didn't even wake up unitl 8. Then, I went to take my test later that day and when I got done, I felt like I knew the right answer to most of the questions! (Actual score still pending) And this morning (this is where it gets really good), I went to Chemistry and we had a fun quiz question about if the Rams were going to win the football game tomorrow. The next, question asked how we would feel if class were cancelled for the day. And, he was serious! He gave us points for answering the questions and then we got to leave. My next class of the day was public speaking. We took less that half a page of notes and then we had a competition. We got in groups of four and tried to convince each other that we needed the ten extra bonus points that he was offering. Each group selected one person to speak in front of the class to fight for the points. The guy from our group won and then we found out the group he was in also got 5 points each! It's like could this get any better? Oh yes, it can... just before we left our professor also announced that he made caramel apples for all of us. And, he didn't even skimp on the caramel, they're fully coated.

Ah sigh.

Life is good:)

The North Face

2009-10-25T00:04:00.000-06:00

Here in Fort Collins, there are two types of people: those who have The North Face and those who don't. I am one of those who don't but, it seems that at least half of the people here are either sporting their coats, zip-ups, gloves, backpacks, or hats. It's insanity! To put it into perspective... If Fort Collins were the 90s, The North Face would be Doc Martens.

The Plaza

2009-10-01T15:08:00.000-06:00

So, here at CSU we have this place called the Plaza (at least I'm pretty sure that's what it's called). Anyway, this is just the main area where people walk between classes. It's usually loaded with people walking to and from class and at times people taking surveys, protesting (meat eaters beware), promoting a cause (gay rights), or giving away free stuff (frisbees, coupons). So, me being the type of person who doesn't like to talk (even if it's for something good) and has an issue of saying "no", I've developed some strategies for getting through the Plaza safely.

1. A great one is the fake phone call. Prep yourself before entering the Plaza by having phone in hand. If you see an attack brewing, bring up the phone and start chatting like nobody's business.

2. I also like what I call the box out. Time your walking with someone else so that they create a barrier between yourself and the person trying to wrangle people in. When they leech on to the barrier, take that chance to get out of there.

3. Last but not least, just run like the dickens. It's hard to hand a pamphlet to someone who's a blur whizzing by.

My New Career

2009-09-24T22:37:00.000-06:00

So, the last two days I've engaged in activities that have me wanting to find a new career path. First off, I attended a step aerobics class. And while I'm glad this moment in my life wasn't witnessed by anyone I knew, it was kind of fun and our instructor had so much energy. That leads me to my career, I'd like to be a step class instructor because A) why would I not want to be as happy as those people.(Maybe its the endorphins I found it annoying at first, but why would happiness be a bad thing. Really, it's not. And B) I would stay in shape. Working out would be my job, duh.

So, that's what I'll be doing during the day. At night, I want to be a Hibachi chef! Their skills are actually incredible. I was thinking about if they screwed up when they were spinning a steaming hot spatula around, there could be some serious injuries. Also, I could say cool things like "Japanese egg roll" (spinning egg in shell), "Japanese coke" (soy sauce), and "Japanese microwave" (upside down bowl on the grill) and people would laugh. An added bonus is that neither one of these careers would require me to take anymore chemistry.

2009-09-22T14:45:00.000-06:00

Today in class I was offered a cinnamon flavored Australian chewing stick... I thought it wise to decline.

Happy Birthday to ME

2009-09-21T17:26:00.000-06:00

This year for my birthday I would like to get...
1. an umbrella
2. some waterproof boots
3. a rad raincoat with a hood

I want these items because today was pouring rain when I woke up so my roommate was nice enough to drive me to school. But, getting there was the easy part. Once there, you still have to get to class and perhaps if I had either one or more of the above mentioned gifts, I wouldn't have been so cold and wet on my journey to class. And perhaps if I hadn't gotten so cold and wet, I would not have had the urge to get a hot cider. And maybe if I hadn't had the urge for hot cider, I wouldn't have taken the sip of cider the same temperature as magma and burned my tongue to uselessness.

Confidence Booster

2009-07-13T23:33:00.000-06:00

So, this evening I was invited to play on a slowpitch softball team. My softball skills are quite nonexistant which was very obvious when I tried out for softball my freshman year of high school and was so bad that the coaches couldn't help but laugh at me attempting to bunt. Recalling that instance made me nervous to play tonight. The league was open to 18 and over but I would say that the majority of participants qualified as "over". The other team had a lady who was at least 60, but she hit a nice line drive to second. So, I think that I'm totally allowed to be proud of myself because I hit the ball everytime I was at bat and I even scored once (not to mention that our team won). Yeah, life is good.

ALLRED!!

2009-06-29T15:52:00.000-06:00

Once again, I found myself persuaded by the whining powers of a twelve, excuse me, thirteen year old. Makenna wanted to go to St. George last Saturday night to see Allred. Her alltime favorite addiction. When she asked me for a ride I told her that I wasn't in the mood to go see him perform for a third time (even though I like his music). Well, spur of the moment, after she had been thouroughly disappointed after my rejection, my dad offers to take her to the show. Well, my dad doesn't want to go alone so he insists that my mom accompany him (she didn't really want to go either). So, the plans are that Makenna is to go with my parents and her friend Tayzha. Well, Tayzha couldn't go so Makenna had to go with just my parents (OH the Horror!). So, I found myself in the backseat listening to some honky tonk CD that my dad pulled out from the bottom of his collection that had me wondering about the state of his sanity when he purchased it.

We arrived at Jazzy Java for the show and I sat down and prepared to enjoy some music. As I sipped my mocha that I think was pure espresso with whipped cream on the top and I pondered the possibility of the imprints being left on my legs from the wicker chair becoming permanent, a thought hit me. "This guy is talented." I had forgotten how good his voice really was. Then I started thinking about how John Allred spends his time singing in coffee shops, malls, and any venue where he can perform and then there are people (Katy Perry, Sean Kinston, and others) who are quite famous/popular, but they really can barely hold a tune in real life and yet they have millions of fans while Allred's biggest fan might be my little sister. I mean Makenna knows his favorite store, every detail of his touring schedule, his tendency to tilt his head to the left when he sings, and she even has plans for him to marry Caitlin (obviously not herself because she's too young). I just hope that one day he gets his big break or he might find himself as a part of my family.

Eulogy to a Ladybug

2009-05-11T17:40:00.001-06:00

Yesterday I was swimming in the pool when a ladybug dangerously flew into the water. I felt that it was my duty as a human to save it because I could (and ladybugs are the only bugs that I don't let drown because they are cute). So, I fished the ladybug out with my hand and set it gently on the deck next to Divot who I thought would appreciate my action of kindness. He actually thought that I was giving him a snack. He licked up the ladybug and continued to take a few bites and spit it out and repeat the process several times until all that was left was a wing. Now, I understand that ladybugs are small and you'd think that one swallow would do the job, chewing may have not even been necessary, but I watched the gruesome scene and that's what happened. I feel that a drowning may have been more humane. So, as an apology to that ladybug, I am writing it a eulogy in cinquain poem form.

Ladybug
Six Spotted
Eaten to Death
Was Gone Too Soon
Only a Wing to Remember

Men vs. Women

2009-05-06T19:23:00.000-06:00

Women
My mom had a three herniated disks. She never complained and even tried to lift things and do things that could hurt her further because she didn't want to be a burden.
Men
My dad hurt his knee the other day. Today I have heard about nothing other than news on his leg and how it hurts and the last time he had surgery on his knee. He has been limping around the house making grunting noises every time that he walks with a sleeve on his leg.

This is the difference between men and women. My dad possibly has an injury and it has consumed his and everyone else's day. My mom had a broken spine and you almost wouldn't have known.

Playtime

2009-04-29T23:33:00.000-06:00

Tonight Divot and I were playing chase around the couch.
I thought that we were having a great time, but the joke was on me.
After several minutes of our fun, I realized that my last five or so laps were solo and Divot was just watching me get my exercise in for the day.

Lou Dobbs: No Bias, No Bull

2009-04-28T18:05:00.000-06:00

Although this past week I should have been studying for finals, I have found myself unable to focus due to the overwhelming incoming of news headlines. I can't decide if there actually is an extra abundance of stories going on or if perhaps I have just discovered my mature self and therefore have felt the urge to be updated on life. One thing that I did find out was that watching the news is only necessary once a week. Every story will play over and over and over again until every ounce of juice is sucked out of it. So, for all those who happen to be living in a cave, here are the latest headlines...

Miss California had a question about gay marriage at the Miss America pageant. She said that she wasn't raised to believe in gay marriage, she believe's in opposite marriage.

The Swine Flu is not a pandemic yet, but it has the possility. The epicenter of the flu seems to be in Mexico where most of the deadly cases have been.

Senator Arlen Specter has switched parties from Republican to Democrat. It seems that after nearly 80 years of following certain ideals, he just found out that the other side is better.

Obama has passed his first one hundred days as President of the United States and... has fallen short of expectations.

And my personal favorite...

The United States government issued a Boeing 747 to fly low over Manhattan for a photo op. Obama was "furious" when he found out about it with the rest of the American public. (It seems to me that this is a lose lose for him. Either he knew about it to begin with, or he doesn't have control over the people who made it happen)

Now I realize that I said anyone living in a cave could get this update on my blog, but I suppose that living in a cave would limit access to the internet, so nevermind.

Raffle Time

2009-04-24T14:19:00.000-06:00

Today in Nutrition we had a raffle. Our professor, Matt Schmidt, thought that it would a great way to entertain his favorite class and have a wonderful time. I didn't win anything because I don't have that kind of luck to win fabulous prizes. Here is a list of some of the great items included in the raffle.

Star Wars Pez dispensers
A heavy black ball
Teachers edition Lifecycle book
Hellboy poster
"Beans are Great" pin
CD of a Japanese singer
Pen that had scissors on it
And the grand prize...
A nice jacket that only needed to be delinted a little bit

I feel a little jealous that I wasn't on the winning side of any of these items but perhaps one day my luck will change.

Cinderella

2009-04-12T17:52:00.000-06:00

I was sitting at my kitchen table pondering on my medical terminology class when my little sister, Makenna, decided she wanted to blow bubbles with me. I told her that she would have to wait until I was finished with my chapter. The next thing I know, the window in front of me has a a face pressed up against it. Makenna had decided that she was not willing to wait for me and washing the windows was a good way to pass the time. To be honest, I think it was her first time. I watched her spray the windows, smear the cleaner around, and then proceed to press her face against the glass so I could see how good of a job that she was doing. That action resulting in a face smear that required her to redo the window again. She then decided to play a joke on me and open the window and tell me its so clean that you can't even see it. She laughed at that one really hard. I just feel for my mother who wishes that Makenna would do more chores, but the action of her doing chores ends up with someone else having to clean up after her. This window fiasco may not have been as funny if Kenna hadn't used all the remaining Windex in our house for about six windows. Now we have no Windex to clean her face smears off.

Little Bit of Wisdom

2009-03-21T22:12:00.000-06:00

Do not eat Mexican food the night before you get a massage.

Spending an hour squeezing your buttcheeks together kinda counteracts the relaxing factor of the massage.

Divot

2009-03-15T22:44:00.000-06:00

Web 2.0 is gone! Get ready Annie because here it comes. I am finally ready to become a blogger. I feel that the best way to delve into the blogging world is to do blogs about my family. So the first one is going to be about Divot. Just in case the readers don't know, Divot is my dog. Now I know that dogs aren't people, but whatever. WARNING: playing fetch with him is done so at one's own risk. I just needed to put that up because if you end up playing with him for hours, it's not my fault. Divot likes to play fetch, a lot. He also likes chocolate. The other day he amazed me by getting some chocolate from my backpack that was on the table. He got up on the table, in the pocket, and took out like six mini Reese's and a mini Twix. He actually unwrapped all of them before he ate them. I went to get my backpack and I saw all the wrappers and thought my sister ate them until I looked close and saw some bite marks. I'm still semi baffled by how he managed it. The wrappers were practically perfect. Wow. What a little stud.