Top 11 Expensive Things I Want

But can't afford.

For any of you who have an extra few grand lying around wanting to be spent on a bloggy friend- Here's my list of things I can't afford but would LOVE!

#1

Bose: Ipod Sound Dock $299.00

#2

16 Gig Ipod Nano in Green $200.00

#3

Rock and Republic: Richelle in Black Patent $278.00

#4

William Rast: Daisy Super Flare Jupiter Wash $220.00

#5

Rock and Republic: Kasandra in Pandora Charm Blue $234.00

#6

Anthropologie: Bracing Gale Overcoat $248.00

#7

Anthropologie: Castellum Top $148.00

#8

Coach: Madison 1 Point Graffiti Tote $898
OR/AND

Coach: Lindsay Vintage Leather Shopper $798

#9

Anthropologie: Secret Joy Dress $168.00

#10

Anthropologie: Fruit Moon Dress $198.00

#11

Camper Shoe $123.00

I'll add a few things that are more feasably priced.

BKE Sole: Surfer Shoe $27.o0

On Your Feet Actress Shoe $19.75
Restricted: Swan Shoe $29.62

Someday I'll be rich and then I'll have everything on this list! (yeah right. Jaren's laughing at me on my Indian couches)

Stephanie's Baby Shower!

Alright. Today was the big day. Stephanie's baby shower. I woke up a little after 8, ate breakfast then got started cleaning at around 9:30. Not kidding when I say I cleaned ALL DAY until the shower. My house was filthy! I ran into town to pick up some things for games for the shower and some groceries. I came back, we hung up streamers and then everyone started walking in the door.

Lindsey even came out to help. I bribed her with promises to buy her lunch, of course.
She get's ahead of herself. Here she was putting up streamers but couldn't find the tape. I couldn't resist a picture in her helpless state. I found it in between the cushions by her left foot. (she did this repeatedly until I finally told her to put the tape in her pocket)

Food!

Going to get food!
Steph was super excited to open her presents. And can I just say she got a TON of stuff. There were a lot of people there!
Don't quite know why I was looking behind me. After Steph opened her presents we passed them around so everyone could see them.
She got a lot of cow things (because my family owns a diary farm). It was really funny. If you click on that picture you'll see the cow blanket she has.The girl behind me in green is less than 4 weeks away from her due date. Her baby shower is the one I went to the Saturday of Kristina's meet and greet I wasn't able to make it to.

(What I'm thinking in my head): Look at all these PRESENTS! I want some. That is the cutest little boy outfit I have EVER seen! I want one. I want a baby boy. I want a baby. I WANT ONE (or two)! Let me tell you something. That positive (or demanding) thinking thing does NOT work. I am not pregnant!

This is the cutest diaper cake I've ever seen.

This little boy was so cute. He was dancing to his mom's ring tone "It's a hard knock life, for us" It was so funny (as you can see on everyone's faces).


1/2 of the room (I counted 15 people, not including the babies)
The other half (I counted 11 more, not including myself and the other people up and mingling). There ended up being around 28 people)

Lindsey Lady Lovely Locks and I

We played a candy game and his mommy won a Baby Ruth (for baby girl) and he got very upset because she wouldn't let him open the WHOLE candy bar (in which I thank her for the sake of my newish (is just over 1 1/2 years old still new?) carpet)

I couldn't resist taking this picture. I tried to get him when he was screaming and throwing his head back. I don't know why it was so funny to me.

All in all everything turned out wonderful. I didn't have to worry about food because Steph, her mom and sisters took care of it. My house needed a good deep clean and it got 95% of one. The other 5% will come throughout this week. Jaren FINALLY put up lights outside and they are so bright! I don't think anyone knows how excited I am. I hated how dark it was, no porch light-NOTHING since we got new siding back in January. I'm SO EXCITED!!! I can see!!

Okay, thanks for all of your advice and suggestions of great games to play. I decided less was more and only did a few things. I had a friend, Breanne, give me a great idea. You give out cards to each person with random letters on them. For example, "DLSDI" or "SKEFD" or "MLDAIC" and they make a saying, advice, scentence anything that partains to stephanie and her baby. It turned out to be pretty funny. I let them rearrange the letters to fit their scentnce as long as they only used one word that started with each of the letters. I also bought a small notebook and had it passed around so that people could write advice in it. I was a bit bummed that it didn't make it around to everyone and only 15 people wrote in it.

I also played the candy game, where you take a word about babies/pregnancy and match it with a candy bar. Like, OBGYN= Butterfinger, Baby Girl=Baby Ruth, Baby Diaper=Mounds. It was fun, BUT. For the life of me, I went to 3 of the 6 stores in Rexburg(I barely had time for that today) that I know carry candy bars and I COULD NOT find a Big Hunk OR a 100 Grand that wasn't in a pack of 30 assorted candy bars - that only had 4 100 Grand's in it! Uhg. Frustrating. So instead I bought "Pay Day" and told everyone that when the delivery happens a huge chunk of would be happiness comes out of your... fill in the blank (with Pay Day). Oh! And I couldn't find a Fast Break! I had to buy a 10 pack of mini Fast Breaks. SO. ANNOYING.

But everyone left and everything got picked up and my house is CLEAN! Wahoo! Who wants a shower is next???? (As Jaren get's up to hit me upside the head)

My First Kiss

I read Jay's post and it got me thinking about my first kiss and how awkward it was. I decided I would tell the story.

Come to think of it, I don't really think I've ever told my parents this story. This should be interesting.

Aren't you automatically exonerated for anything you ever did wrong when you get married? That's when I felt okay to tell my dad I snuck out of the house right after I graduated high school to go climb hay stacks with a friend. Really, believe it or not, we climbed a hay stack. He just laughed.

It was 1999 and I was 13, in 8th grade and just starting to get out of my ugly phase. I had this huge crush on a boy named, Cade. I had heard rumors that he liked me too.

Finally, he asked me out(on the phone). It's so funny when I think of what, "going out" was. I think we "went out" for 3 months. We talked on the phone, sat by each other at basketball games, called each other boyfriend and girlfriend and that was about it. I don't even remember writing notes to each other. I have my journal from 1999 to make sure I get the details of the story correct. I was reading this entry and I mentioned how my friends had to tell him to give me hugs. And we were supposed to be "boyfriend", "girlfriend".

One of my best friends at the time was Melissa. She lived about 1/4 of a mile from him out in the country. One Saturday I went to her house and after a while I called him to see if he was home. No answer.

I remember going over to her house another time. We were playing basketball (I believe we were on the same team) and I would yell randomly really loud hoping he would hear me and know that I was right there. Just a house away! So funny.

After a while I decided to call him again to see if he was home; he was, he had just got back from Tri Cities. Melissa came with us, making three of us standing there in the road late at night talking. We were laughing and having a good time when Melissa had to go home - she said she'd be right back. I was a little relieved becuase then I could be alone with him. Oh, and I knew I wanted to kiss him.. but I also knew he has kissed other girls so I was a bit shy - I mean, I didn't know what I was doing!

She left and we talked, a car would drive by and we would jump in the ditch and wait for it to pass. About 10 or 15 minutes after Melissa had left he told me he had to go. I knew it was coming.... I was waiting... then he said this:

"Before I left my mom told me to wear a coat, watch for cars and brush my teeth"

me: (in my head) So he IS going to kiss me!

him: "I guess I'll give you a goodbye kiss."

me: (in my head again) AHHH!!!!!!!!!!

Him as he steps closer to me : hahahahaa, giggle giggle, chuckle chuckle

me: (everything goes on in my head) Whaa? what's so funny?!

Apparently, in my journal I say that he is laughing because he had found out that I had never been kissed. Me, an ameature, him not.

so then I said: "It's my first time"

So he hugged me and gave me a little peck on the lips. I'm going to now quote my 13 year old self from my journal,

"My first kiss. I was so excited. My first kiss. And it was kinda wet. I don't know if he had opened his mouth a little or what." I do remember being grossed out about the wetness. haha

And when I signed my name to end the entry I wrote very big, "My first kiss! Holy CRAPPER!"

Crapper? I don't remember using that word. But I am by no means surprised.

So there it is. My first kiss. Is 13 too young to you? Jaren says yes. I'll just say that was the only one from that boy. We "broke up" not too long after. My lips must have been too dry.

My ugly phase (from age 5-12). The summer before 8th grade when my hair was long and scraggly and I tried to curl my bangs. Lindsey (sister) is in the blue Hiawatha (grade school) shirt, the little girl in the red USA shirt is my cousin Roxanne who is 19 and married now, and the purple shirt is Chantile, my cousin who I grew up doing things with every summer, who is 22.
Still not the cutest thing, but my hair looks much better! This is Chantile and I in our sand box in my back yard back in Washington. We would dig huge holes, fill them with water and then sit in them, or in this case just stick our legs in them.
Probably a bit better of a picture of my 13 year old self. With Lindsey, Roxanne and Chantile again. I really hope every one can figure out which one is me in all of these pictures.

Thanks for the pictures Mom!

Also, scroll down to, "Will You Be There?" to let me know if you are going to be at the dinner in one week from today, the 21st at 7 p.m. at Sampans in or at? the South Towne Mall in Sandy. And vote on the poll! Thanks bundles.

Pink and Say

My Child Language and Lit class has been just a bunch of busy work for me this semester. I learn a few new things every once in a while and I have some interesting discussions during class.

Every week we take a quiz, write down a quote from the chapter, ask a question, then do research to find two sources with answers. (busy work)

Every Thursday we bring a childrens book to class and read it to a group of three other people. I usually forget to bring a book and luckily someone brings two and I get one of theirs or I run to the library at 7:40 a.m. before my 7:45 a.m. class.

This week's book was a stage 7 book which is for ages 5-7. We were supposed to bring a historical biography of some sort.

Tuesday was Labor day and so my teach had a special book to read to us.

I started this class not really caring too much about childrens books. I mean, I knew I was going to read to my kids. I just don't remember any favorites (besides R.L. Stein when I was in Elementary School) from my childhood like so many others in this class do.

But I have seen some pretty amazing books. If anyone ever wants a list, I'll gladly give you a list of some really good ones.

The story she read was, "Pink and Say" by Patricia Polacco

I don't want to give all the details, because I think you should read it. I've never had a book meant for 10 year olds move me like this one did. It's beautiful. A true story and written by a descendant of the main character. I'm definitely buying this book for my library. I'll tell you what it's basically about.

During the Civil war, Sheldon Curtis (Say) tries to escape his unit and is wounded. Pinkus Aylee, (Pink) a slave from Georgia finds him and takes him home where he and his mom take care of him and nurse him back to health. While there, Say realizes why Pink wants to fight this war so badly; to free him from this disease(slavery). Say decides to face his fears, he doesn't want to fight anymore, and help his friend Pink. During the story Say tells Pink and his mom that he shook Abraham Lincoln's hand. Say tells Pink to shake his hand so he can say that he, "Shook the hand of the hand that shook President Lincoln's hand". It's amazing to think of a 11-15 year old boy going through these things these boys are going through. I'm going to end there because I really can't spoil the ending.

Just know it's beautiful. Read it. Buy it and have your children read it. Read it to your kids. I'm going to buy it and read it to my husband :)

Have any of you read this? If so, what did you think? Don't spoil the ending for those who haven't read it.

p.s. - don't forget to let me know if your coming to Dinner Friday night the 21st at 7:00 at Sampans in the South Towne mall in the post below.

Will You Be There?

Aren't in this picture?

Weren't there last time?

You missed out, my friend.

Never fear, I'm coming again and hoping some of my new friends will want to dine with me for either a second or first time.

You may have noticed the poll on my sidebar that's been there for a few weeks asking if you would like to have dinner again.

Since there are 41 votes and I voted twice(I think) that makes 39 voters.

I'm pretty surprised only 4 people thought I was weird. I wonder what these people's version of "normal" is? It's really a good thing I don't blog about every mood swing I have.. that number would go right on up.

14 people say, Yes! I would LOVE to have dinner with you! But only 7 of those say they can make it the weekend of the 21st, which is the weekend I will be down. Since I'm two of those votes, that makes 5 people. The more the merrier!

6 people said they weren't there last time, but they want to be this time. Did those same 6 people vote for the weekend? Man. I should have only made it possible to click one bubble.

Please leave a comment letting me know if your coming or not. Or if you think you can come. I had so much fun last time. I think when I come down I'll set aside a night/day/morning for food and those who can make it can come.

For those who live in Antarctica, you stink! You should live closer to the nexus of the universe.

For those of you who need a ride; I'll only go as far as San Diego to pick you up, so sorry Antarctica... you lose again!

For those of you who can't afford the gas, you MUST have voted when the poll first opened and now gas has gone way down. Want to change your vote?

For those of you not willing to make the trip for me (1 person), you must either
a. live in Antarctica
b. only visited my blog once, and that was to sabotage my voting thinger
c. not read my post about self esteem issues and paranoia at night when I'm by myself
d. were one of the 4 (or all 4??) who said I was weird
e. all of the above

We have 3 people who want Dennys (their booths are huge) and 5 who say a nice (meaning more than 8 bucks a plate) restaurant. I'm thinking it might be better if I just pick a place... maybe no poll. But I will take thoughts and discussions and I'm up for suggestions. I'm thinking Sampans in the South Town Mall; they take reservations and Kristina says they are pretty good. Dinner would probably be a little later 7 or 8. I do have to drive 3 1/2 hours. So, let me know what you think!

And for that one anonymous (Mary) person who had yucky chicken at Carinos. I'm sorry, better luck next time. Maybe this time you wont order a nasty mushroom brown saucy monster. :)

One other thing. Wendyburd is having a sweet giveaway for her 100th post. Check it out, it's pretty fantabulous.

Oopse, Forgot!

If only I had a super snazzy camera would this picture turn out NOT blurry. Sorry, my friends. I'm workin on it. Maybe next year sometime after I've saved up for 10 months.

This should have been with the last post but me being the tired person I am every time I post at night, forgot.

But, hey! This gives me something to blog about today. This blogging every day for November thing is getting really tiring. Can't say I'll do the same for December.

Today I only had 2 things due, and I finished them. I don't have anything due tomorrow! But, I do have some stuff I need done by Thursday and I'm considering getting them done today with my time. That would be the smart thing to do, right? But what kind of procrastinator would I be if I actually got something done BEFORE the last minute?

One that might be trying to change her ways... maybe.

Tomorrow I'm going to post about how I'm going to be coming to Utah on the 21st and about how I'm pretty sure I'll be there in time for dinner Friday night and whoever wants to come can come. But.... I'll save that for tomorrow :)

Baby Shower Invites

November 1st I got together with Stephanie to work on her baby shower invitations. Nathan (the husband - my brother) picked out the paper. Surprisingly, he did a very good job at matching.

An eye for the crafty, Nathan, eh? :)

I looked up all sorts of different ways to word an invitation and I settled on what you'll see below. (had to scratch out some vital information that only those VIP's invited get to see)

Stephanie seemed a little bit overwhelmed with 40 invitations to do!

Luckily they started to crank on out rather quickly once we got the hang of it.

We worked on them for a few hours then I took the rest home and worked on them the next night. (do you sense a recurring theme in some of these pictures? Besides my Indian couches.. I always have to have a blanket on me. This one in particular was made by my grandma and given to me as a gift when I graduated from High School)

The end product!! I'm so very proud. I knew I wanted to make the invites because I loved the way one of my friends turned out. It took quite a bit of time but in the end, for 40 invites it ended up being less than 20 bucks. Not so bad, eh?

I hope you can all see the super cute giraffe stamp we used. I made sure to buy an extra (just in case I need to use it someday)

I'll let everyone know how the shower goes. Thanks for your great ideas!

Happy Dance

I've posted this before. But it was long ago and not many looked at my blog then. I posted it as my happy dance for completing one more semester and going on a vacation.

Well... because it's late, I'm tired and I'm not giving up on napblabomothingamiger, I'm posting this video worth millions of words.

Since I posted about the little sis and I in the post below I thought it would be fitting to post this video of us being foot lose and fancy free.

Please, turn on your sound. It's better that way. :) Enjoy!



Oh, I giggle everytime

A Wordy Post

So I've been trying to think of what to post today.

The story of how Jaren asked for my number? No... not finished yet.

The baby shower invitations I made? No, I'll save that for tomorrow.

Then I read Jo's post about words and thought I would just talk. Whether you listen or not, it's okay.

Today I went to Idaho Falls to get some shopping done and I took my sister, Lindsey with me. I know a few things will happen whenever I am with her.

I'll scream.

I'll laugh.

I'll hit her (not hard) because she wouldn't stop touching me.

I'll get exasperated

I'll be very happy even though moments before I was frustrated

I love spending time with her. It's never boring. She is so funny and fun to be around. I often wonder what it would be like to have me for an older sister. I try to listen, but I usually want to fix her problems. It's always been that way. When we were younger and we were in elementary school I was very very protective. I was in 6th grade and she was in 3rd. There was a girl that was very mean to her and she would come home crying. I would get SO mad I wrote this girl a litter threatening her and had lindsey give it to her. I wish I could see what that letter said. I also remember coming outside when I would see neighbor kids being mean to her. I would yell at them and threaten them and tell them that if they didn't leave her alone I'd beat them up. I was a scrony little girl, too. But it worked. She would get so mad at me for doing that. Because then, you know, they would tell her she couldn't deal with her own problems. But I couldn't HELP myself.

Then I remember the times that I was mean to her so she would leave me and my friends alone. She would cry and I felt horrible. I would try to apologize and she would scream at me that she didn't care. That happened often.

It took us a LONG time to become really good friends. She used to be so annoying and drive me crazy. It wasn't until I was in high school and we were the last two kids at home that we started to get along a bit better. I was a senior when she was a freshman. Even then I didn't take her with me to parties and activities - I regret that.

I went to college and we hardly talked. My dad would get upset at both of us for not calling and talking to each other, but what did we have to talk about? We were living two different lives and were two completely separate people. And we would both give each other a hard time for not calling the other, but we were both guilty.

Three years later she graduated and came here to Rexburg to school. I was so excited. I was over at her apartment almost every day and we were exercising and hanging out. It was a lot of fun. I felt like I was getting to know her a lot better. We were building a friendship. She didn't stay for the summer semester, she went to Oregon and Boise. I didn't realize then how much I had come to depend on her company.

I would cry (birth control really was making me SUPER emotional) because I was lonley. I felt like I had lost my only friend. I don't think she realizes how much I missed her. She came back in July and I have been so happy to have her back.

As much as we get on each others nerves I don't think either of us would trade the other for another. I hope she will always be able to come to me with anything, knowing I am free of judgment. I need to learn to shut my trap and just listen. I am not looking forward to the day when she leaves, which is why I want her to marry a local farmer so she can't leave! (like I can't :) It would be nice to have babies together and have our kids grow up with each other.

I started this post not knowing what to talk about, but I see I just wanted to talk about my only sister (I have 3 sister in laws that I think are great). I love her and am really enjoying the memories we are building.

Mommies that have little girls who fight and seem to hate each other... don't worry, they will grow up and love each other and come to appreciate each other. We are living proof.

This was taken a few weeks ago on Lindsey's 20th birthday. I can't believe she's 20! It's weird to think that when I turned 20 I was in Park City and drove 4 hours home on my birthday because I wanted to be with Jaren. And that's when I thought I didn't like him :) (that story will come in time)

I made these. I tried to take Vicki's cupcake idea (you'll have to go to that link and watch the amazing slide show of her daughter's birthday to see the cupcakes I'm talking about), but instead of making lady bugs I just cut out letters. I didn't have enough cupcakes to spell out, "Happy Birthday Lindsey!" so it turned out, "Lindsey Is 20!" With a swirly. I am pretty sure they were YUMMY (oh wait.. i might have had one while frosting them. Might have. So I might know.)

Black Bean Brownie Results!

Believe it or not the brownies actually looked like brownies in the morning.

They smelt like them, but the consistency was a little different.

They were a little more sticky and a lot more smooth (is that the correct way to say that?)


I held true and didn't try any until my class did.

Everyone seemed a bit reluctant but tried them anyway.

I got a few different reactions:

"I can taste the beans!"

"Mmm, these taste good."

"There's a funky aftertaste"

"I just can't do it!"

I tried them and I was pleasantly surprised. They didn't taste so bad! Mind you, they aren't the yummy sugary, fatty, oily, chocolate chipy infested yummy brownies we all know and love. But for the main ingredient being black beans they were really good. I personally could only taste the black beans if I thought about it and tried to taste them. And I have really good taste buds. :)

Jaren tried them and liked them. I think the rest will get eaten. Maybe I'll make them someday. I kind of wish I didn't let them know the recipe before they tried it. I would love to see someone try them thinking they were normal brownies.

So. I leave you with this: Here is the recipe. Make it if you wish. BUT, please feed them to someone and don't tell them what they are made out of and see if they can tell the difference. Then let me know!

Black-Bean Brownies

Makes 21 servings (each serving is three 1" squares)

Ingredients
1 can black beans (13–15 ounces), rinsed well
4 eggs
1 cup sugar substitute
2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil
3 tablespoons unsweetened cocoa
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 teaspoon baking powder
Chopped nuts (optional)

Instructions
Spray an 8" x 8" brownie pan with nonstick cooking spray. Blend all ingredients (except nuts) in a blender until smooth. Transfer the batter into a mixing bowl and fold in nuts (if desired). Then, pour the batter into the prepared brownie pan. Bake at 350°F for approx 30 minutes, until set in middle. Enjoy!

Nutritional information
52 calories
3 g total fat (1 g sat)
40 mg cholesterol
2 g protein
1 g fiber
110 mg sodium

Black Bean Brownies!

Does this look yummy to you?

I have a 45 minute nutrition presentation tomorrow in one of my classes.

I decided it might be fun to try this new "healthy" brownie recipe I found.

That silly South Beach Diet.

Thinking up new ways to desecrate perfectly good food.

Obviously I made it anyway.

No, I didn't try the batter... I am too nervous.

Instead I decided to make it. Feed it to my class and watch their reactions.

I had to poke it with a fork to make sure it was done.

It rose so much it looks like a CAKE!

It does smell good, though.

I'll let everyone know how it tastes tomorrow after I make sure it doesn't make anyone throw up.

p.s. I woke up this morning at 6 and realized that because I didn't sleep well and I was still feeling yucky I wasn't going to make it to my 7:45 class. I e mailed my teacher and turned in the assignment due. I went back to sleep and slept till 8. I woke up fully intending to go to my 10:15 class and even got ready. I felt quite a bit better than yesterday but still not 100%. When it finally came time to go - I decided I'd rather not. So I didn't. And let me say, I just HAPPENED to land on the day the teach didn't take attendance or make us take a quiz. YES! It was meant to be. I am feeling a lot better than yesterday, but am now really tired and completely stuffed up. I went to bed at 8:30 last night and it's almost 10 now and right after this I'm going to bed! But I actually have to wake up at 6 tomorrow and can't go back to sleep. Bummer. I really enjoyed (not) my 12 hours of tossing and turning last night. Hopefully I will actually SLEEP tonight. I'll take my 8 hours with a smile. Goodnight! p.s.s. Thanks for everyone's concern :) Made me feel all special.

When I Am Sick

My face looks a lot like thisI am always looking for theseI am found in the fetal position often.There's a reason I married someone 6 feet tall.

It is officially the only time in my existence when I don't crave this

I always want to do this

I don't want to leave my house

If only this really was my home. Then I might not want to leave even when I was healthy.

Just in case you don't know yet - I have a cold. I hate it. I can't stand the way your body feels like it has no muscles. How when you try to get up and move it hurts. How I am feeling hungry but don't want any food. None of it tastes good or looks good.

Here is my very stern letter to the cold

Dear Cold,

Why did you decide to infect me while I am in school? How inconsiderate of you! I have a hard enough time making myself study while in good health, you think I am going to get to classes and study when I feel like a puddle of flesh? No, Cold. No. Now, I'd appreciate it if you would make this a quickie and get up on out of here sometime like.. tomorrow. Yeah, that would be nice.

I hate every bit of your black soul,

Whitney

I hope it get's this letter soon.

I Voted Sticker

I remember seeing these stickers on my teacher's and grown ups shirts when I was in Elementary school. I always wondered where they got them and if I could have one, too. Because EVERYONE had one!

As I got a little older I learned that you could only get that sticker if you were over 18 and voted. I was a bit bummed I had to wait so long.

Then 2004 happened and I turned 18 at the end of July. We had a big election coming up that November and I was so excited that RIGHT after I turned 18 I got to vote!

My family loves the absentee ballots so that is what I filled out. I have a picture of me holding the ballot... too bad digital wasn't as popular 4 years ago as it is now. AND all of my pictures from 4 years ago and beyond are in a vault somewhere in my parents house. Otherwise I'd have that picture here for everyone to see me at 18.

Because of the absentee ballot I didn't get an "I Voted" sticker. I was, again, bummed, but still excited that I got to vote! And the person I voted for won! Double winner.

I was telling my husband about how excited I was that I was FINALLY going to get an, "I Voted" sticker. He said he didn't know if there would be any at the place we were going to vote.

What?! No STICKER?!

He asked if I was old enough to vote at the last election.

I was a little offended, "JAREN. I'm 22. Four years ago TODAY I was 18. YES I voted."

He said, "Oh, I just didn't know if you would vote, you were so young."

OF COURSE I was going to vote! I was so excited! I wanted that sticker! Oh wait... I didn't GET the sticker.

Then he said, "Our little Whitney is all grown up!" To which I rolled my eyes (and giggled).

So, we drove down to a church building just a few miles down the road where they had a voting dealy. (For us folks out in the wilderness)

I looked at the couple leaving and didn't see a sticker on their shirt!! I told Jaren I was going to be sad if I didn't get one!

So I went in, looked around and didn't see any stickers. Maybe they were hiding them? Only to give to those who walked out having voted so as to weed out those people who come in and walk out pretending to vote to get a sticker.

I hoped they were hidden which was why I couldn't see them.

I got my big long paper ballot thingy, grabbed a pencil and went to a little wobbly booth. And voted.

I tipped my big metal container into a box where my paper slid into it so no one could see my TOP SECRET bubbles.

And then looked at them and smiled.

They smiled back.

I looked for my sticker.

NO STICKER.

Only Salt Water Taffies!!

NOO!

Now I have to wait another 4 years or 2, whenever I decide to vote again. And Jaren said, "This is where we will vote from now on."

What he MEANT to say was, "This is where we will vote F.O.R.E.V.E.R." You know, like on the Sand Lot. For EvER. For EvER.

These old people (oh, they were all OLD) don't get the stickers!!?!

I don't want to vote there anymore. I WANT MY STICKER!

So I'm a little sad about it. And now I have to do a big huge mid term that I've put off for almost a week that is due tomorrow.

It's a condition. Procrastination. Did you know that? Ramona says so and that means it's true!

.....and a sticker?

Taggedy Tag Tag 4

Lena and I bought this sweater for Stephanie back in April because we knew she was trying and I put it on and put an apple in my shirt to see what I would look like when I was pregnant some day. Come to think of it... I've never seen her wear it...

I was tagged twice with this one. By Wendyburd and Kayleigh.

I've already done 7 weird facts about me.

This is 6 random things about me.

1.) I've never broken a bone. But I cracked my nose when I was in first grade and talked my doc out of stitches because I didn't want the huge scar(I was 6). I can still feel where it cracked.

2.) I married a farmer but I come from a farming family. My dad, uncle and grandpa own a dairy farm and I drove tractor, truck, welded, helped with construction and did lots of really annoying manual labor that I'm pretty sure my dad made me do to "build character", whatever that means.

3.) I've always wanted to be super super good at dancing like the people on So You Think You Can Dance. The closest dance studio that could have taught me like that was an hour away and we couldn't afford it growing up. I took dance classes a few times and then was on my high school's dance team. I choreographed routines and LOVED preforming. It's something I miss a lot.

4.) I'm really good at keeping secrets. Except from my husband.

5.) I am driven crazy by people who think they are better than others. When eyes are rolled at me or I'm being glared at.. I get uncharacteristically angry. Mostly because these people know nothing about me or anything about the people they are judging.

6.) I'm very sad about the fact that someday soon I won't have any of my family in or around Rexburg. I've been spoiled with my brother, Nathan around since I came here and he's moving next spring after we graduate. I'm pretty sure I'll cry. My brother Kevin and his wife, Lena lived here for just over a year and that was so nice to have two of my four siblings here. We had a lot of family dinners. I still have my little sister, Lindsey who.. I guess isn't very little anymore since she just turned 20 Sunday, that is here and hopefully will be for a few years. I am hoping that a local boy will snatch her up and keep her here forever with me. I'm grateful that I have at least one friend (from college) that married locally and will be here forever and loves it. I know as soon as I'm finished with school I'll be around her quite a bit. I hate being alone! Jaren is very aware that I will be visiting family very often throughout our lives.

Can I Still Play?

I just found out about this tradition today. I didn't post yesterday so I was sad that maybe I couldn't do it. Then I decided I didn't care that I missed November 1st, I'll just do 29 posts in 29 days.

I can't gurantee exciting stuff. Maybe this will be eye opening. I'll blog about whatever I'm feeling. Like right now. Massive head ache but I didn't want to take P.M. because I get super groggy the next day and I don't want to be groggy tomorrow. Instead I'm sitting here with an ice pack on my head/neck and that seems to help quite a bit.

Also, I just got done with a homework assignment that is due tomorrow morning for my Sports Conditioning class.

Also, I have been working on Stephanie's baby shower invites ALL DAY today and they really have turned out quite nice. I'm rather proud of myself.

I'll post pictures maybe tomorrow. Or the next day... whichever.

Here's to my extra hour of making invites today and driving to class tomorrow morning while it is LIGHT outside!

I'm tired. Goodnight!

Oh, what does nablopomo mean anyway?

If I were to guess I'd say it meant, nothing about blogging looks on point of mountain options. Yeah?