Cloudy with a chance of Dippin' Dots...

Today, it snowed. WELCOME TO UTAH! April first and it snowed. As Kayla and I were walking home from house hunting, it started to "snow", but it looked more like Dippin Dots as Kayla said. And it was so true. After the walk, I craved these twenty-first ice cream sensations, but I was a bit too cold to pay 4 bucks for a small size.

I AM SO EXCITED!!!!!! This is the real reason for this post. On wednesday, I had a meeting for my Geology 210 class. A Field study class...yes, this means funness that a stuffy, horribly lighted classroom can not achieve. Brace yourself, you will eat your heart out...

For the two weeks leading up to school, I will be backpacking all over Utah. This is the itinerary.
August 16: Meet at 7 am and depart to Albion Basin Campground in Little Cottonwood Canyon (Alta, UT). For the next four days (Tuesday-Friday) I will be hiking all around that canyon, creating cross section of the Pre-Cambrian(?) rocks that are exposed. I will have to provide my own food, and all the other good stuff. (I AM SO EXCITED!!!!) We then drive back on Friday night, to calm our weary feet and restock our food for the following trip. All that week, Thunderstorms are most likely to pop up, and if you didn't know this, Thunderstorms are my true love. We are supposed to pack for both warm and cold (snow) weather, because at 10,000 feet, anything can happen. (I AM SO EXCITED!!!!). I hope it rains, no the entire time, but at least once.

August 23: We just spend it up on Campus, but then on Tuesday we meet at 7 am and travel to Zion National Park and camp there for the night. Leave Wednesday for Bryce Canyon Park and spend the night there. Then on Thursday we leave for Capitol Reef National Park and stay till Saturday morning (the 28th). Hiking is throughout the entire week, and even while we are driving we will be stopping and checking out mountains and peaks. (I AM SO EXCITED!!!!). We get back Saturday afternoon, just in time for school to start either that monday or tuesday... Perfect timing.

Not to mention that if Kayla and I do find a house then she will sadly be moving all my junk as well as hers since move-in is usually the 25 or 27th. And I'll have the darkest most funny tan that anyone can have just in time to meet my new ward. Fabulous first impressions. Got to love them. ( I AM SO EXCITED!!!!)

And if anyone (mostly the women and Craig) care, this field study will have about a 3 to 1 boy ratio to girl participents. And judging from the meeting some of them are pretty good looking... Two secluded weeks... where no girlfriend can go... free evenings... You can fill in the empty pieces. (I AM SO EXCITED!!!!!) besides, we are suppost to have a buddy system, and no offence to the girls in the class, but I would like to be paired with someone that has The Priesthood, just in case something does happen when we are away from Base Camp. Just a pre-caution. That and guys are just more fun to be around, girls I've notice, tend to wear on my nerves much faster than their counterparts. Oh well.

And if anyone really knows me, I am not a patient person. So waiting for August to come will be painful, I will most likely be packed a month in advance, or at least know what I want to take with me. And I will google all the info about the places were we are going and seeing. Uh. I AM SO EXCITED!!! I will probably be the most boring person to talk to until this is done, because I will have a one track mind.

(The pictures are as follows: Alta, UT; Zion N.P; Bryce Canyon N.P.; Capitol Reef N.P. expect better pictures come September)

I AM SO EXCITED!!!!

The Shoe Date Part 4

Saturday night finally came and I was pacing waiting for my mystery man to show up. I'm sure my roommate was laughing at me because I was so anxious. at 6:01, which was too late for my taste, there was a knock and low and behold it was Dustin the Canadian. He's a sweet kid, but I knew that my date would be because of the service he provided. (One of his talents is jump roping. He can even do it on his butt and while laying down. Pretty cool huh!) After a couple minutes of small talk we went down to Kayla's and Kim's apartment to eat dinner. Easton and Aaron had those two girls so it was pretty well matched. Earlier that week Kayla showed all of us a youtube clip of "Man verses Food" were he puts strawberry jelly on a toasted hot dog bun. then "grills"/steams the hot dog in chicken broth and then puts Swiss cheese on the dog. Finally you put the hot dog on the jellied bun and enjoy. You may knock it, but you just haven't tried it. It's the best thing ever since sliced bread...okay maybe not that great but it's definitely one of my favorites now.

We then met up with my roommate and her date and drove to Color Me Mine. Originally, this was not our plan, however because my two roommates that have fiances dropped out, my roommate was left by herself at last minute, so we jumped in. I swear it took about 15-20 minutes to decide the pottery that I was going to paint. It was just so cramped and had too many choices. Luckily, Dustin wasn't too fast at choosing either. I wanted to do a cookie jar, but those things costed 30-50 bucks! What? Do I look like I'm made of money!? So I settled on a square plate that's on pedestals...which turns out to be a sushi plate. No, I will not use mine for sushi. We finally sat down at 7:50 and talked and laughed for another 3 hours till closing time which is when almost everyone was finished with their art work. I was rather pleased with my creation. I just prayed that it would turn out as well as I hoped.

We then brought them back for some dirt and worms, which I had just enough to cover all eight of us. We talked and laughed and joked till it was curfew, where we then shooed them out the door.

Over all, it was a really fun date. But apparently the men in my car prefer holding the reins on dates rather than sitting in the sidecar. And I'm okay with that. I like not having the responsibly of making fun ideas and making sure that the other side is enjoying it too...well to some degree.

Thursday rolled around, and we girls drove over and picked up our creations. I think mine turned out really well. It's like having a piece of home here in Utah. Though, I should have put more Creosote bushes or teddy bear cholla in it. Oh well. I still love it. And I need to get a picture of Kayla's it's sweet!

The Shoe Date part 3

Every Saturday morning I wake up around 7 to go running for that day. Two of my roommates were already up because they either had work or had to study for tests and such. I'm about to leave, but then my roommate opens the door and starts screaming (in a good way. That's how she shows excitement). Of course I knew it was me because her shoe date already gave her, her three. I walk to the door and find these pictures on my door with the note "Dear Dana, Forecasting a chance of Anything! Sincerely, Your Friendly Neighborhood Weather-Man" This, I gotta admit was definitely my favorite out of all the services. I Just love weather so much! Becca I'm sure told him that though she denies it, just like how I like squirrels, and this is what is on our doormat that becca kicked this morning. He's kinda creepy looking, I've got to admit. I don't know of any squirrels that have orange eyes, unless they have rabies...But this was definately a surprise. And I loved it.

Did you know that I LOVE weather? Because I do. Just wanted to clarify any doubts.

The Shoe Date part 2

Tonight, I was kicked out of my apartment, and told not to come back for twenty minutes. So I called my mommy and walked to Center street. I got back to find this note on my door. I was hesitant to walk in but when I did I found chocolate kisses trailing to our bathroom. And this sign was hanging on our shower. It says "Dear Dana. Now that I've kissed the ground you walk on, and showered you with flowers, if you look on the counter There's a promise that I do intend to keep. Something else is yet to come. Something very special... Sincerly Your Shoe Date". Finally a pocket watch was on our counter with the time that our date is at tomorrow. Over all, it was really sweet, but my question is this: How was this a service to me? It seemed to be more of a way to ask me out rather than to give service...

But it was a nice thing to come home to.

The Shoe Date part 1

Our ward last year did a service activity, where the men put in ties and a card that said a time and place. Then the girls came and picked out a tie without knowing the owner. Before the date night we had to do three services. Well it's now this semester and the roles switched, girls put in a shoe and time, and the men get to do the services. Now, some of you might know this, but I can't stand surprises. And not knowing who has my shoe is pretty brutal, however, that is why I put the date this Saturday so I wouldn't be held in suspense. Smart right? Well Monday came (after they chose them on Sunday night) and then Tuesday came with nothing. I come home Wednesday afternoon to find a full plate of no-bake cookies with a note waiting just for me. Apparently, they ding-dong ditched them, but my roommate who was coming back from a walk saw who it was...
But I'm not pressuring her...yet.

I'm really excited about who my shoe man is because Beauty and the Beast is the best Disney movie, and they made lyrics up for my favorite song in the movie. They've got my vote!

Bare With Me

Okay, so as a busy college student (yeah right) I haven't found the time to blog (basically I was wasting my time doing other things). So over this past month a couple note worthy items that should be mentioned.
First up was my birthday. This was one of the best ones I've had, which it should be. I mean, you only turn 20 once a life time, and it's actually a legit change. I feel different because I'm not a lowly immature teenager anymore. Now I'm an immature 20 year old! (actually, I don't think I am even immature...which is slightly sad, because I'm not my exuberant self anymore, I'm more mellow and quiet...) Anyway, my birthday was filled with wonderful surprises and unfinished homework (of course). At work, I received a card from all my co-workers, which was about how "that day was the best, just don't pee my pants"...Yup I love them all. While at work, my neighbors came and delivered pink balloons and The best cupcake ever made. The company actually pride themselves in finding the right chemically balanced recipe or something like that. Another delivery came but this time it was flowers... From "Someone who loves you". Well as since I hope there is more than one person who loves me, I have no clue who sent them to me. (If anyone wants to tell come clean about that scandal, I'll pretend I'm like priest and seal my lips...) That night I threw myself an ice cream party for basically everyone in the ward and for my coworkers, though people couldn't believe that I'd throw myself a birthday party, I don't see why that's a problem though. We went through 2 gallons of ice cream and 2 1/2 hours of fun and laughter.

The upper one was from last year (19th), during which we were remodeling our kitchen so no homemade food(hence the match candle). Granted the picture the lower one is from today, I still think it counts for my birthday picture though.

Secondly, I would just like everyone to know that I hate dirty clothes. And living here where the small washer and crappy dryer cost more money than I want to spend, my dirty clothes slowly build up. A couple Saturdays back, I was through with that mess, I went to the bank and got 20 dollars worth of quarters. I meant serious business. After 4 hours of washing and hauling(it's cheaper to wash at Alpine Court and dry at the Wash Hut just down the road) loads up and down the street, ALL my laundry was clean.

I never knew wet clothes were so heavy...

Third item, I love it when I come home from school and this is what I see. It's a new technique of Theft Provention Camouflage that the Postal Service is trying. It still has a few kinks in the execution I think.


Finally, I learned a very deep lesson yesterday, never microwave syrup for 3 minutes...it ends in disaster. This is my plausible reasoning. This was homemade syrup that has been in the fridge for about three-four weeks, so of course it's practically fully sugarized. But if you heat it up, then all the sugar melts right? Well, I did this a week earlier and it turned out alright, but it still had some chunks of sugar on the bottom. So I thought to myself, why not put it in for longer? All it needs is a little bit more time to melt. So I added a minute...Well...after three minutes, I check on the plastic container in the microwave. It was leaning to one side, and the syrup was making this strange fizzing sound. Come to find out, the syrup was so hot that it not only melted the plastic, but all the moisture left the liquid and all that was left was sugar something. I tried to stir it, but it all stuck to the fork and I couldn't get it off. Well this is the picture of my lesson. Who knew?

Make-Up

Yesterday, I went running with K----, and it was the usual route that took us by the tennis courts and through the Fieldhouse. Turning a corner, I saw ice on the ground, and thought I should say something, but it was a big section (about 3 feet) so how could my partner miss it. Well we cross and mid-ice patch, I see her legs go one way and her arms and torso go the other way. And of course me being unsympathetic start laughing. Hard. No, I didn't ask her if she was okay(I mean I knew she wasn't, she slipped hard on ice), I didn't ask her if I could help her up, I just laughed. I'm a terrible friend. Or maybe it's more like I felt empathy for her, and in her situation I would just be lying on the cold cement laughing my head off, even if I was in terrible pain. What a pair we make, her slipping daintily on ice, and me tripping gracefully on air. I can't wait for short weather, so we can show off our beautiful black and purple legs.
Later that run, we started imagining what her leg was going to look like. See, my outlook on life is if there is a story behind the cut/bruise, then it deserves to be shown off (especially to men, to show how tough we are, that and they really appreciate the grotesqueness of it all). But by the time shorts come into season, our bruises will be gone. So why not use every resource within our grasps and use make-up!? I mean, can't you just see it, girls putting black and purple eyeshadow (nonglittery of course) on their legs and arms. And why stop there, why not use crutches and tourniquets? My dad used a dead Cottonwood branch to catch my moms attention, then I'll just use make-up bruises to catch mine(as long as I don't whine, but that will be easy since they'll be fake). Besides men like to feel like the knight in shining armour, so I'll just give them the option of being mine and opening my door.

Bungee Boy

The return of Bungee Boy (sounds like a good sequel to me...) If you recall, I earlier wrote about the cutest man I have seen come through work. Well guess what, he came back today. About thirty minutes into my shift I notice someone waiting at the information desk. Surprise surprise it was that handsome devil, just as striking as I remembered him. Today, he wanted to know when Organic Chemistry models were going to be in. I replied in about a week. He asked if he could order it to get it here faster than the expected arrival of a week. I didn't know for sure, because it is an item that we buy specially for BYU and if it's not found in our Mr. Magoriam Wonder-Emporium magical book then it's sketchy about special ordering it. So I go ask my Supervisors, and they tell me that it's pointless since the order will be in on Friday, supposedly. So I give him the option of leaving his name and number so we could contact him when they do come in. If you were wondering yes, I did get his name and number (though I question the validity of his specs, he said them in an odd way). His name is Anthony Bastian, and I don't remember his number. Sorry. And that entails the second episode with Bungee Boy. (No I will not call him by his real name.)
Oh, and I'm sure if I wasn't thinking about it, I would have started drooling while talking to him.

Awkwardness Squared

Apparently I have some interesting Auras. Like this one that I thought I hid pretty well, but I guess I don't. It's were I don't really say what I'm thinking. I give one word replies but the receiver knows I'm thinking much more but I'm not enlightening them. This is important to know for this story.
It just so happens that this Oliver kid is also in my FHE group. I know, I get all the luck. So Becca and I go to his apartment (that's where they always are), we were one minute late but the first ones there. They have three couches: a two seater, a three seater, and a love sack. I followed Becca to the three seater,but she didn't immediately sit down, so I sat in the middle to leave her room. Bradford (Oliver's roommate) sat on the other side of me, and I was okay with that. But he got up without my noticing, and Oliver took his seat. Becca then went and sat on the two seater with one of my "sisters" and this other girl sat to the right of me. Very slowly, and without detection (I hoped) I moved to sit closer to the girl. By the end of the lesson, Oliver was taking up one and a half of the three cushions and I was in the protection mode with my arms and legs crossed. I barely talked to him, but I really didn't talk to anyone there.

When Becca and I got home, she gave me her observation on that whole show. Her first sentence, " You really made Oliver uncomfortable tonight". I asked how I did this, because as I've already wrote, I'm dense and oblivious to people's attitudes. Apparently, I never looked at him, I didn't talk to him, and I guess there was even a look I gave, but I don't remember that, oh and my body language did a ton of talking. And here are my rebuttals. He was sitting right next to me so it would be kinda weird to stare at him. So I just didn't bother looking his way. The talking wasn't just my fault it's not like he tried to start a conversation with me... and the look I guess was from me to Becca, and he intercepted because Becca smirked, but once again I don't remember this "look". The body language I have no excuse, that one is pretty true. Over all, I guess he's trying because I'm rejecting him. Sorta like a challenge. (It's official, I've got several accounts that men like challenges. That's why Spencer, the most recent boy that was interested in me, liked me. It's because I didn't fall for him immediately. I was a challenge. Lame, but I'm glad I didn't go for him). Anyway, I'm sure there will be more posts on this issue, but hopefully not too soon.

Queen of Awkwardness.

Yes that's me. I have a dousy of one that happened today before sacrament meeting.

This morning, none of my roommates had to attend any meetings, which is very abnormal. So most of us walked up together, except for Becca because she slept in and we left early. Usually, I am the one that saves seats because my calling does not require meetings. I sit on one side halfway down the "pew" and put my jacket and purse on the other side of the boundaries. Lately, my saved seats have been taken because people who I do not plan for come and want to join, and I can't refuse (examples are other lonely roommates or engaged couple member.)and the rest of the chairs that were outside my perimeter are already taken. So last Sunday, Kayla couldn't sit with us and Becca had to sit next to Scott's (Falisha's fiance, she's my newest roommate) new roommate Porter and the "border". Today Tanis said that it felt like Becca was cut off from us because she was sitting on the wrong side of Porter.
Alright, back to my story. So today, it was Tanis, Falisha, Scott and I who walked up together to church (talking about wedding registration the entire time...) I went into the "pew" first followed by Tanis then the couple. As we sat down I told Tanis to tell Scott to save two seats for Kayla and Becca on the other side of our group next to him, because I'm just used to sitting on a border and everyone to the right of me. Tanis, "why don't you just save the seats next to you?" Me, "uh... um... because... okay." So I put my purse and scriptures on the two seats, and started to re-examine my lesson that I was giving. People slowly started to arrive, and I see someone walk towards me. His name is Oliver, and I do. not. like. him. even as a friend. I have no reason or explanation, I just don't. He's the one on the right and then the left.

This is roughly our conversation:

Oliver: "Dana! I wanted to sit next to you."

Dana: "Oh. sorry, they're saved."

Tanis: "Dana, you could just move over."

Dana:"---(thinking of an excuse, because I really didn't want to sit next to him)--- uh...but--- okay"

I lean down to pick up my jacket "wait what?" (I'm staring at the saved seats trying to figure it out. I guess I'm really dense because I couldn't understand what she was suggesting)

Tanis: "Just move over"

Dana: -----I was thinking like, stay there and just move Kayla and Becca over one seat so he could sit next to me or I move over one and still sit next to Kayla/Becca and have Oliver sit in between Tanis and I. Like I said, my mind was not working very well.

Oliver: sits down on the other side of saved seats, and leans over to read my scripture cover, ie the name. "who are they saved for?"

Dana: still sitting in my first seat with my jacket in hand " Um, Kayla and Becca"
Oliver: nods

--------------------awkward silence----------------

Dana: I return to my lesson after putting my jacket under my chair again. I didn't move.

After a minute Oliver gets up and goes and sits next to a different girl in the ward, which happened to be the row right behind us, and sits right behind me.

I take a breath, I don't feel too bad, but I'm sure my face was red. More people start to come in and I see Porter and Spencer (engaged but his other half is not in our ward) sit next to Scott. So the lineup right now is saved-saved-Me-Tanis-Falisha-Scott-Spencer-Porter. A minute later I see Kayla and Kim (her roommate) come and sit on the other side of our row (close to Porter). I say to myself, "Alright, no Kayla" and removed my purse. Then an apartment of men come and sit next to Becca's saved seat. and then they have to go sit and pass the sacrament, but they will be back. a minute later Becca comes toward my side and sees her spot and tells me and Tanis, " But I always sit over on the right side!" and then went and sat on the last seat near Porter/Kayla/ Kim and some other random people. (talk about being cut off from us!). Dana: "Fine. No Becca." and I remove my scriptures. I was just sitting there wondering what it must look like to Oliver to see all this happening. I don't know why, but it hurt that not one of the people who I saved a seat for sat there...

So church started and the Sacrament was over, and the faithful priesthood holders came and sat down. Well Becca's rejected seat was inhabited by Stevo(real name Stephen, but we have like 3 of those), another man that I do not have a drop of likeness in me, though I prefer him to Oliver. Once again I wonder what Oliver must be thinking right now...

This story might not seem too awkward because I really don't remember the entire conversation, but trust me it was.

Gods Gift to Women

Today started with another klutzy moment. Last night, I thought, I don't have class until ten, why not curl my hair!? It was a splendid idea, so then next week for my birthday it wouldn't be a tragic difference if I curled my hair. Well, I was almost done but that last curl didn't curl the end, stupid strand... Usually I just wrap it around the barrel, but I just needed the end curled so I put in the rod and sticky thing (what is that even called, the part that can lift up?) and just in case the laws of Newton weren't working I had to double check. What I mean is that as I let the clippy thing close with a snap, the force caused that stupid barrel to hit my forehead... right between the eyebrows. Good thing it was the last piece or else it could have been totally worse. I immediately put cold water on it and then neosporin. I grabbed an ice cube and towel and for the next 20 minutes I held them to my forehead. The last thing I wanted was to have a scab on my forhead, I mean I have sympathy for people with unibrows, but I really don't want to have empathy. Especially since I'm teaching this sunday, playing soccer tomorrow, and my birthday is Wednesday... you can't blame me for being concerned, specially since I don't have a husband who will take me when I'm ugly and beautiful. The burn is shown below. This was taken about thirty minutes after it happened. I don't think it's going to be too bad...

The second part of my day was better. It seems that there always has to be a bad thing to balance the great thing. Once that embarrassing accident happened, I hoped I could get through the day with out being noticed. However, my work doesn't allow that to happen. Luckily, today seemed more dead than usual. With only 45 minutes left of work, I was anxious to escape the public eye. But little did I know that the most gorgeous man I will ever see came into the school supplies section in the bookstore. I'm not sure, but he would have diserved a double take look, that's how cute he was.

His description:

probably 5'11"-6'0" tall; medium athletic build (neither skinny nor large, and he was wearing athletic clothes, ie shoes, nike jacket); fair angular (not chizzled) face; amber eyes (I could get lost in them without even trying); redish-brown hair that was perfectly tousled (I usually don't care for the just-woke-up style, but he worked it); and most importantly...I did not notice a ring on the left hand...

I think I'm drooling... That's not good for my computer. If the above doesn't help form a mental picture, then my co-worker summed up his apperience. She said that he was how Edward Cullen should've looked like. Pity I never have that kind of luck to get a catch like that, besides he probably has a girlfriend, figures... But now my standard has risen because I Know there is species of Handsomeness out there. If a dream is what my heart makes, I want to dream about him. ;)

Face Up in the Gutter

At least three times a week I try to go running with Kayla at six in the morning. Today was no different. However, I did have an accident while leaving the Smithfield House. We were just minding our business when this sneaky little one centimeter ledge between a dirt plot and the sidewalk tripped me. And I know I look light as a feather, but I crashed hard. I ended up in the gutter, as the line from "Bells are Ringing" about how Dean Martin is going to end up laying face down in the gutter because his life was going down the drain fast, was running through my head. Though I only scraped up my palms and my knee, I finished the run. I can't wait until Saturday where I'll be playing soccer and my knee will be showing. It's the new technique to scare the opponents. It shows how fearsome I am (they don't need to know how I got it...).

My second news are not so bad, on the contrary it's fabulous! It was my first batch. I hope to perfect the oven so the bottoms won't be that burnt. Silly gas stove. Aren't they beautiful?

Manna

Several people noticed I wasn't my chipper self last sunday (the 10th of January), so I got a couple things dropped by. A note (not shown), a plate of delicious cookies, and some homemade bread (this was not left but picked up on monday). The cookies are nummy. With a funny note.

And the Honey Bread made by one beautiful angel, Kayla. This, I was very selfish and didn't share it with any of my roommates. And I loved every last crumb. I ate it for breakfast on tuesday and then my dinner that night as I was jetting out the door to make our 7:50 flight.

Now. This my new baby. I'm really excited for it and on Thursday we'll see how she does.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh(heavenly choir)

It's my Granddad's Sourdough starter for those that couldn't tell. It's heaven in a Biscuit.

Alternative Energy

I have found the new idea to save America and the world! We, Jeff, Mel and I, were driving up to the SLC airport. Along the freeway right by the Point of the Mountain are a few wind turbines. As I was looking at them and wondering why people think they are ugly (they are quite magnificent), I saw there was no building or transfer station. Or whatever, the building that turns the raw power into usable energy. So my mind flipped through possible scenarios, ending with a wire that ran underground.
From there it gets even stranger. I don't even know how my mind skipped. I had an epiphany for our energy woes. America could run on STATIC ELECTRICITY. It's brilliant. It's a source that doesn't have to cost much, just the supply of carpet and socks. All the unemployed American's would finally have an income which would boost the economy and make it so politicians could focus on more important matters like the cost of paper back text books. There would be this giant building with the best carpet (scientific research would tell us which one would give off the most charge.) and have the non-freeloaders "Party" Shuffle around. Now this is where some engineering would come in handy. Of course we can't just have the workers just touching big metal pillars, the Unions would eat us alive for burnt nerves. But maybe a hand held jar that would collect the charge and could then be connected to something... Yeah, I'm not an engineer nor a technician, so someone else will have to figure that out.
So if you have any beneficial advice to my world changing epiphany, feel free to share and get a cut in the new market. There's plenty of shares to go around.

Leoma Cheek Gibson

A wonderful and brilliant child of God, and my name sake.

Many family calls have come across my phone, and mostly since thursday. For a year, her sickness took over her life. And those are the memories that I mostly have of her. Both Jeff and Kristy called me today to see how I am doing (since I'm the only one that doesn't have a shoulder to cry on). And truthfully, I haven't shed a tear. I'm the second youngest grandchild, so I did not really know Grandma when she was young and spry. I find this as a blessing or a relief. But if I didn't have the Gospel in my life, maybe I would be bawling and wailing. To think that this is the only life. It's too full of ugliness and tragedies to be the only one. And I'm grateful that I know there is "heaven". We are told that after we die, we will have a perfect body. This morning, I wondered what Grandma's perfect body looks like. And I knew she was happy.

Thanks Janessa. I stole this picture from your blog. I don't have pictures of Grandma. My only regret, is that I might not be able to make it home for the funeral. And I dislike how people say that's okay...

The joy of a hexigonal patterned ball

Last night, we played our first intramural (intra or inter? I don't know) indoor soccer game. And let me tell you, I ABSOLUTLY LOVE SOCCER! I don't know how I survived almost 2 years without it. The thill of an opponent, the precision of the kicking, and when you are within shot, the adrenilin that is created to keep your head when it's just you and the goalie. Wow. I missed it. However, you might be thinking that I scored. I didn't. But I did have one shot on goal, but I hit that pesky left post... Darn that post. I think it should of pulled a Robin Hood move and jumped (to the left) so I could have scored. But it didn't and frustratingly enough, we tied. They deserved to tie, we let our guard down the last five minutes, and they got in three more scores...It was rather annoying. But not to boast or anything...they did not score while I was playing ;).
Alright this is the section that I'm going to rant. I don't want to do it in front of the other players, but I believe I'm better than average at playing soccer. So I am a starting player, along with several if not most of the better players on the team. This is how we got our five points, during the first 10 minutes of every half. (each half was 20 minutes long, so over al 40 minutes long. Not long enough...) So at roughly ten minutes into the half the second wave would switch us. The defence is not as strong so more unfriendlys would make it through for a kill shot. And I'm on the sideline jumping up and down wanting, no dieing to go back in, but being denied. I know this is intra(ter)mural, and everyone wants to play and deserve to play, but I want to be selfish and play all 40 minutes. In high school, I was used to 40 minute halfs and playing most if not all those 80 minutes. So this is killing me! And this is why I'm venting through typing and not through virbal ways. I don't want to hurt anyones feelings. and everyone wants to play. So I'll put my selfish side to the side(haha) and be glad for the time that I get.
The final score was 5-5. But I think the wronged us. One of the opposing girls took a shot on our fabulous goalie, and he easily blocked it, but then the goal box was kinda crowded and our boy defender tried to kick it out, but instead of going foward, it went backward and into the goal. And you know what they recorded it as? 2 points because the girl kicked it at Moroni first... Now that, is really annoying. So I think we won with 5-4. I don't care what that stupid scoreboard said.