HOT!!!
Why isn't Zac Efron Edward? He is so freakin' Hot! And would have done such a better job than that other guy
not...
That is my opinion on the matter. Just so you all know.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
No Brainer...
HOT!!!
Why isn't Zac Efron Edward? He is so freakin' Hot! And would have done such a better job than that other guy
not...
That is my opinion on the matter. Just so you all know.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Would you rater...
I have had a lot of time on my hands lately. Okay, lets just say I have had a lot of time to think lately. My hands have actually been really busy. But my brain has not been.
This has resulted in me playing the would you rather game with some friends via texting. (Because I am at work and they are not there with me or I probably wouldn't be thinking of such amazing would you rather questions.)
The most recent one has to do with the large amount of snails in the flower beds at SLCC. There are so many! For a long time I was just throwing them into the street. But watching them explode and then try to slime their way to the nearest area where they wouldn't be crushed by on coming cars, started to make me want to vomit. Really, I was feeling nauseous about the whole things. That is when I started to just throw them into my big bag of weeds and prunnings.
This got me thinking. If I were a snail, would I rather be flung into the road, to my certain painful and slow death, or would I rather be put into a hot moist bag with weeds and dead plants to die? I just don't know they are both awful fates.
I feel bad for the snails, because even though they are pests who eat all of the plants they are kinda cute...I know, gross, but have you ever really looked at a snail? With there cute little poke out eyes and their second set of antenna below those. (What are those for?) Do snails have mouths?
Anyway, I will continue to kill them, probably by the bag method because I can't stomach the throwing method.
I hope I won't be punished for all my killing. I often think of the snails rising up and causing a mutiny against the giant blond killer. Or I think of them having a sentry who Yells "RUN FOR YOU LIVES, SHE IS COMING!!!" Which is just funny because they are so slow! Oh, not to mention, it's not like snails have a huge mental capacity to organize themselves or even to know what is going on. HA HA, this job makes me feel like I'm five again.
This has resulted in me playing the would you rather game with some friends via texting. (Because I am at work and they are not there with me or I probably wouldn't be thinking of such amazing would you rather questions.)
The most recent one has to do with the large amount of snails in the flower beds at SLCC. There are so many! For a long time I was just throwing them into the street. But watching them explode and then try to slime their way to the nearest area where they wouldn't be crushed by on coming cars, started to make me want to vomit. Really, I was feeling nauseous about the whole things. That is when I started to just throw them into my big bag of weeds and prunnings.
This got me thinking. If I were a snail, would I rather be flung into the road, to my certain painful and slow death, or would I rather be put into a hot moist bag with weeds and dead plants to die? I just don't know they are both awful fates.
I feel bad for the snails, because even though they are pests who eat all of the plants they are kinda cute...I know, gross, but have you ever really looked at a snail? With there cute little poke out eyes and their second set of antenna below those. (What are those for?) Do snails have mouths?
Anyway, I will continue to kill them, probably by the bag method because I can't stomach the throwing method.
I hope I won't be punished for all my killing. I often think of the snails rising up and causing a mutiny against the giant blond killer. Or I think of them having a sentry who Yells "RUN FOR YOU LIVES, SHE IS COMING!!!" Which is just funny because they are so slow! Oh, not to mention, it's not like snails have a huge mental capacity to organize themselves or even to know what is going on. HA HA, this job makes me feel like I'm five again.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
It's raining men, HALLELUJAH!
I have started my new job at the Community College, for those of you who don't know I am now a gardener for them. Yay me!
I feel like I should write about my experiences, but there are so many of them that I can't write about them all. So this post is going another list post. Who knows how long it will be. There are a lot of crazy things going on.
1- I am one of three women, that means that I work with about thirty two men. Hence the name of the post. I have given a couple of them nick names since I don't know all of their real names. They are as follows:
I- Hottie McTottie Jake ( I obviously do know his name he is just
really cute)
II-Take a picture boy ( I can't tell if he is staring at me because
he thinks I am pretty or because he thinks I am funny looking
III-Mr. USU. (He grew up in Logan and has as much appreciation for Logan
and USU as I do. He is pretty funny)
That is all I have for now as far as the boy nick name goes. They all stare at me though, like they have never seen a young lady before. The other two women who work with me are forty five and forty two. so I am like fresh meat!
2- The lady I work with hardly speaks any English. This makes for an interesting day. She laughs at everything I say! I could tell her that my dog died and she would laugh.
3-I keep getting bitten by bugs. I look like the main chracter from a vampire movie. (Of course it can act...uh...)
Those are it for now...I don't know what else to think or write. My head hurts. I work ten hours a day three days a week. So I have Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday off. Which is way nice! More to come about my job later! :)
I feel like I should write about my experiences, but there are so many of them that I can't write about them all. So this post is going another list post. Who knows how long it will be. There are a lot of crazy things going on.
1- I am one of three women, that means that I work with about thirty two men. Hence the name of the post. I have given a couple of them nick names since I don't know all of their real names. They are as follows:
I- Hottie McTottie Jake ( I obviously do know his name he is just
really cute)
II-Take a picture boy ( I can't tell if he is staring at me because
he thinks I am pretty or because he thinks I am funny looking
III-Mr. USU. (He grew up in Logan and has as much appreciation for Logan
and USU as I do. He is pretty funny)
That is all I have for now as far as the boy nick name goes. They all stare at me though, like they have never seen a young lady before. The other two women who work with me are forty five and forty two. so I am like fresh meat!
2- The lady I work with hardly speaks any English. This makes for an interesting day. She laughs at everything I say! I could tell her that my dog died and she would laugh.
3-I keep getting bitten by bugs. I look like the main chracter from a vampire movie. (Of course it can act...uh...)
Those are it for now...I don't know what else to think or write. My head hurts. I work ten hours a day three days a week. So I have Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday off. Which is way nice! More to come about my job later! :)
Monday, July 5, 2010
Squirrels, men in black, pirates and a dancing cow.
Alright, my blog post has nothing to do with the title that it in there. That is just what popped up when I started to write so I decided to keep it. SWEET! Ha Ha
As we all know I have had my moments of embarrassing things in my life. I just can't stay away from them. Sometimes I go through my many embarrassments just to make myself laugh. Good times, good times. As it turns out I have no need for friends, I have myself...uh...
Alright, so the latest hilarity in my life? Today I stole my nieces scooter, yes ladies and gentlemen her scooter. I have never ridden one before and I wanted to share the joy. I see people riding them all the time on campus. All the cool kids are obviously doing it.
Now, the picture in your head should be one of me rolling merrily down a hill, enjoying every second of it. I went down one hill and was attempting to use the momentum of that hill to get down the next one. I almost made it too, only one kick with my foot and the joy and happiness were going to start all over again! YAY! (It is important for you to picture my seven year old niece running after me this whole time, trying so hard to get her scooter back! I am a horrible Aunt...she wasn't using it when I took it!) I break over the crest of the hill and notice a happy couple walking hand in hand down the hill. I thought they for sure heard me since I was laughing like an evil villain, Muwahahahahahaha! No response from this happy couple, in fact they didn't move at all! This resulted in me taking drastic measures, I had to run off the side of the path! Dun, dun, DUN!
As I hit the edge of the grass I immediately knew it was a bad decision, the grass was so soft! The front tire of the scooter sunk in almost five inches and I was thrown over the top and slid almost six feet on my side. Resulting in grass stains all over me. As I look up to see who saw the whole thing happen, (noticing that the couple was still oblivious to everything that just went on around them, and were now crossing the street. They must really be in love...) I realize that my niece and nephew's are all standing there with this awe struck look on their faces. Finally my niece manages to squeak out, "are you okay?" and they all start hysterically laughing.
It was pretty funny and I am okay. I have learned my lesson, Don't steal your nieces scooter without asking first! I still need some practice to be good!
Happy independence day! I love you all! Thank goodness I live in America and I was born to a faithful family who love and live the Gospel.
As we all know I have had my moments of embarrassing things in my life. I just can't stay away from them. Sometimes I go through my many embarrassments just to make myself laugh. Good times, good times. As it turns out I have no need for friends, I have myself...uh...
Alright, so the latest hilarity in my life? Today I stole my nieces scooter, yes ladies and gentlemen her scooter. I have never ridden one before and I wanted to share the joy. I see people riding them all the time on campus. All the cool kids are obviously doing it.
Now, the picture in your head should be one of me rolling merrily down a hill, enjoying every second of it. I went down one hill and was attempting to use the momentum of that hill to get down the next one. I almost made it too, only one kick with my foot and the joy and happiness were going to start all over again! YAY! (It is important for you to picture my seven year old niece running after me this whole time, trying so hard to get her scooter back! I am a horrible Aunt...she wasn't using it when I took it!) I break over the crest of the hill and notice a happy couple walking hand in hand down the hill. I thought they for sure heard me since I was laughing like an evil villain, Muwahahahahahaha! No response from this happy couple, in fact they didn't move at all! This resulted in me taking drastic measures, I had to run off the side of the path! Dun, dun, DUN!
As I hit the edge of the grass I immediately knew it was a bad decision, the grass was so soft! The front tire of the scooter sunk in almost five inches and I was thrown over the top and slid almost six feet on my side. Resulting in grass stains all over me. As I look up to see who saw the whole thing happen, (noticing that the couple was still oblivious to everything that just went on around them, and were now crossing the street. They must really be in love...) I realize that my niece and nephew's are all standing there with this awe struck look on their faces. Finally my niece manages to squeak out, "are you okay?" and they all start hysterically laughing.
It was pretty funny and I am okay. I have learned my lesson, Don't steal your nieces scooter without asking first! I still need some practice to be good!
Happy independence day! I love you all! Thank goodness I live in America and I was born to a faithful family who love and live the Gospel.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Gag ME!
I started a new job yesterday, and quit four hours later. This may seem slightly flaky to you all. I can see the little thought conversation bubbles popping up above your heads as I am writing this. These bubbles are containing thoughts such as, "Yep, that is typical Helen, not wanting to really work." or "Oh that crazy Helen, she is such a slacker. When is she going to learn to suck it up and just do it?" There are many more I know that have been thought. But, ladies and gentlemen, I am here to assure you that these thoughts (though once upon a time they might have been true) are ridiculous! I will now proceed to tell you about the worst job ever!
I thought that I was qualified for the position. I was going to be working with adults with disabilities. No big deal. I have done various jobs of this sort for the past four year. I have done everything and seen everything...so I thought...
I was going to be working in a house full of guys. I was scheduled for the graveyard shift from 11 pm to 9 am. INTENSE! But I assured myself that I could do this! I am a big girl and I have gotten accustomed to putting my big girls pants on.
I went for my training shift, and that is when it all crumbled at my feet. I don't even know where to begin. My supervisor had made it sound like I was going to be working with someone and that the house was an easy one...uh no...I was going to be working alone with Men who had serious problems. (Sexual problems, among other things) I was starting to panic! There was no way I was going to be able to do this!OH MY GOODNESS! I could hardly breath! It was so awful, not to mention the longer I was with the house manager, the more I realized she was a genuinely horrible person. I have never heard someone swear so casually ever! I know swearing seems like such a little thing but when accompanied with dirty jokes it is the cherry on top of a rotten banana split.
The kicker was then when I realized why they had me sign a disclaimer stating that I was not allowed to sue the company for any psycological or physical damages that I may incur while working for them. They mentioned to me that one client was sex crazed and could get violent if not stratified...so I should watch my back. UMMMM...no that's not happening.
So, needless to say, I am looking for a different job. ugh...I hate job hunting. I have applied for a position down at reams to work in their bakery. It would be a pretty sweet deal.
Oh boy, I am still in shock about everything...ugh...I just can't believe it. Wish me luck and maybe say a prayer that I will get the bakery job. It would be pretty amazing!
I thought that I was qualified for the position. I was going to be working with adults with disabilities. No big deal. I have done various jobs of this sort for the past four year. I have done everything and seen everything...so I thought...
I was going to be working in a house full of guys. I was scheduled for the graveyard shift from 11 pm to 9 am. INTENSE! But I assured myself that I could do this! I am a big girl and I have gotten accustomed to putting my big girls pants on.
I went for my training shift, and that is when it all crumbled at my feet. I don't even know where to begin. My supervisor had made it sound like I was going to be working with someone and that the house was an easy one...uh no...I was going to be working alone with Men who had serious problems. (Sexual problems, among other things) I was starting to panic! There was no way I was going to be able to do this!OH MY GOODNESS! I could hardly breath! It was so awful, not to mention the longer I was with the house manager, the more I realized she was a genuinely horrible person. I have never heard someone swear so casually ever! I know swearing seems like such a little thing but when accompanied with dirty jokes it is the cherry on top of a rotten banana split.
The kicker was then when I realized why they had me sign a disclaimer stating that I was not allowed to sue the company for any psycological or physical damages that I may incur while working for them. They mentioned to me that one client was sex crazed and could get violent if not stratified...so I should watch my back. UMMMM...no that's not happening.
So, needless to say, I am looking for a different job. ugh...I hate job hunting. I have applied for a position down at reams to work in their bakery. It would be a pretty sweet deal.
Oh boy, I am still in shock about everything...ugh...I just can't believe it. Wish me luck and maybe say a prayer that I will get the bakery job. It would be pretty amazing!
Monday, June 14, 2010
Garage Work
I am writing this blog to you live from the Wilson's garage in Salt lake City Utah. I know I am that cool. Mostly I was cleaning out Doug, my car. I was listening to pandora when I decided to get on to facebook and check something out real fast. When I noticed a ridiculous trend...People getting married at such a young age.
I would like to take a second and have an indepth talk with you all about this issue.
I love the church and I believe with all of my heart that it is true. I would love to remind you all that it is in no way church council for individuals to get married so young. I have never heard a prophen bust out and say, get married right after your mission or girls get married as quickly. (Not that I have much room to talk, but I would like you to know that I have learned from my mistakes and now see the folly of my ways.)
I am not against marriage, I would just like to remind you that in american society we don't fully reach maturity until around the age of twenty five or twenty six. I know it is an insane statistic but 100 % accurate I assure you.
Being single is one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I love having the independence of not having to worry about another individual or about any little kiddies. Few...I am doing just fine with enjoying my nieces and nephews. I get them when they are happy and pass them back over when they need something other than fun.
Okay, what brought this on is a couple of factors. On facebook almost every group I have joined has been a "WE ARE GETTNG MARRIED YAY!" Group. Congratulations to you all, I am very happy for you. (The one exception to this group is the "I bet this pickle can get more fans than twilight" group, it seemed like a good cause.)
But if you are younger than 23 you are being silly. Most of you don't have a clue what is going on in the real world. The other thing that brought this on was that I just joined another one of the wonderful groups and the title of it was " adam and heather are finally getting married!" (names have been changed to assure privacy and discresstion) Umm...Im pretty sure I went on a date with this boy in April. WOW! They have been dating for so long...ummm...not.
What is wrong with Mormon Society? Why can't we seem to not date before getting married? I know that every mormon young adult lives in fear of "messing up." But im here to tell you if you play it smart there is not need to worry. Pay attention to what has been taught to us and it will all be okay. The plus side of this is that you will actually get to know the person before you marry them. Hormones aside! YAY!
Alrighty then, so In conclusion:
1- Boys, I knwo the 18 and 19 year old girls seem great but don't go trying to raise yourself a wife...give her sometime to grow up.
2-Girls, stop freaking out if you are older than 20 and not married, take sometime to grow and learn and become independent. Remember that school is for learning and not for finding a husband. Don't make that your focus.
3-Lets all try dating for more than a month before getting engaged...I think this sounds good...
There you have it. If I think of anything else I may just come back and add it.
Excuse the typos and errors. I have to run to the grocery store! Happy Dating!
I would like to take a second and have an indepth talk with you all about this issue.
I love the church and I believe with all of my heart that it is true. I would love to remind you all that it is in no way church council for individuals to get married so young. I have never heard a prophen bust out and say, get married right after your mission or girls get married as quickly. (Not that I have much room to talk, but I would like you to know that I have learned from my mistakes and now see the folly of my ways.)
I am not against marriage, I would just like to remind you that in american society we don't fully reach maturity until around the age of twenty five or twenty six. I know it is an insane statistic but 100 % accurate I assure you.
Being single is one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I love having the independence of not having to worry about another individual or about any little kiddies. Few...I am doing just fine with enjoying my nieces and nephews. I get them when they are happy and pass them back over when they need something other than fun.
Okay, what brought this on is a couple of factors. On facebook almost every group I have joined has been a "WE ARE GETTNG MARRIED YAY!" Group. Congratulations to you all, I am very happy for you. (The one exception to this group is the "I bet this pickle can get more fans than twilight" group, it seemed like a good cause.)
But if you are younger than 23 you are being silly. Most of you don't have a clue what is going on in the real world. The other thing that brought this on was that I just joined another one of the wonderful groups and the title of it was " adam and heather are finally getting married!" (names have been changed to assure privacy and discresstion) Umm...Im pretty sure I went on a date with this boy in April. WOW! They have been dating for so long...ummm...not.
What is wrong with Mormon Society? Why can't we seem to not date before getting married? I know that every mormon young adult lives in fear of "messing up." But im here to tell you if you play it smart there is not need to worry. Pay attention to what has been taught to us and it will all be okay. The plus side of this is that you will actually get to know the person before you marry them. Hormones aside! YAY!
Alrighty then, so In conclusion:
1- Boys, I knwo the 18 and 19 year old girls seem great but don't go trying to raise yourself a wife...give her sometime to grow up.
2-Girls, stop freaking out if you are older than 20 and not married, take sometime to grow and learn and become independent. Remember that school is for learning and not for finding a husband. Don't make that your focus.
3-Lets all try dating for more than a month before getting engaged...I think this sounds good...
There you have it. If I think of anything else I may just come back and add it.
Excuse the typos and errors. I have to run to the grocery store! Happy Dating!
Friday, June 11, 2010
Home...
I have now moved home from Logan. I almost cried as I was leaving the city...almost. I have loved my time in Logan and all that I have learned there.
Being home is and adventure. Mom and I are trying not to kill each other. It is going rather well right now...we will see how it is in three months. I hope okay.
I am lamenting the loss of friends. I don't really have any in slc anymore. Sigh, I will make some right? I hope so. sorry it has been so long. My life is a wreck right now! I have things everywhere!
Being home is and adventure. Mom and I are trying not to kill each other. It is going rather well right now...we will see how it is in three months. I hope okay.
I am lamenting the loss of friends. I don't really have any in slc anymore. Sigh, I will make some right? I hope so. sorry it has been so long. My life is a wreck right now! I have things everywhere!
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