Don't mess with me!

My friends and I recently met these cute fellas. We have been doing the lame-o, but fun "hanging out". (Although, I am over it and they to man up and ask us out!) The other night, we met up at Family Home Evening, did some fun chattin', and then went to grab shakes at Millie's. I was sitting next to the cute fella that I have my eye on when he noticed this huge, awesome ring that I was wearing. He said to me, "I wonder what it would be like to get punched with that on." "You should punch me hard!" So, I did! It hurt me and it surprised him that I could hit. Well, he sent me a pic of the damage that I had done......



So, I feel a little bad that I hit him, but in my defense...he asked me to. I promise I am not an abusive person :) Just don't mess with me!!

(and, do you think he is flexing for this picture to make his muscle look bigger and impress me? I think so)

I love having my nieces stay with me. They say some of the funniest things. Here are a few examples:

Boo: My mom bought me The Wizard of Oz.

Me: Oh, the movie?

Boo: No, the entire cast. (badadumching...she'll be here all week folks!)

as we were leaving South Town Mall....

Reese: My shirt is dirty.

Boo: How come you couldn't get through security?

Me: No, we said that her shirt was dirty.

Boo: How come she couldn't go through security with a dirty shirt?

Me: We said nothing about security.

One demon conquered!!

Anyone who knows (and loves)me, knows that I hate, hate needles and hospitals. They both make me woozy and just yucky!

An example: My mom was first diagnosed with Breast Cancer when I was 10 years old and therefore, needed to go through radiation treatments. In order for us to sort of understand what she was going through my dear mom took each of her kids to see a radiation treatment. The day that she took my little sister and me, we had gone to see a movie beforehand and pigged out on junk food, so I blame the food for what is to come. We then went to the hospital and sat in the hallway by some monitors. We could see the whole process on the monitors. It was pretty interesting. While we were sitting there, I let out this huge, nasty burp. Shannon laughed. I was embarrassed because there was technician lady sitting at the monitors. Who knew that this was a foreshadowing of horrible things to come?! And come they did! Within the next few minutes, I started getting that horrible woozy feeling and then without any warning, I puked. And, this wasn't a little lady like urp on my shirt, this was projectile. I took off running and tried to catch it in my hands. I was not very successful! A nurse was taking care of me, while they were helping my mom. This was certainly not my plan, but whatever! It was so gross! I blamed it on the fact that we had had so much junk food. My mom thinks that it was because of the hospital. I think she is right. I just don't like them. If I do go to the hospital and start getting that, "Wo, I need to sit down feeling and put my head between my knees!" I go and see the babies. I can handle babies.

So, what is this demon that I conquered?? I DONATED PLASMA!! I have been thinking about it for a few years now, but when I really start thinking about it, it makes me a bit faintish. I finally decided that I just needed to suck it up and do it. So, I went today. The entire process was not bad. The needle.....meh! Not really a big deal, but then I have had multiple needles stuck in my foot and those suckers HURT! But, after the whole thing was done, I got up, and starting walking toward my car. I felt like I was going to vomit. I started looking for a place to spew and then I sat down....yep, in the hallway. I am sure I looked ridiculous, but I didn't care. I stayed there for a few minutes, and then went to my car. When they tell you to make sure your stomach is full, have a full stomach. But, other than that minor little setback I am proud of myself and I am $50 richer.

What would you do?

I signed up for this class, "Anthropology of Humor and Laughter". It sounded like it could be an interesting class. And, it covers my diversity credit that I need. Well, I went to my first class tonight. The cute, Polish, feisty prof. explained that this class is going to be very offensive. I started wondering if I should stay in the class and just "suck it up" She went through the entire syllabus and then showed us a few clips to help us make up our minds. The first one was not too bad and I wasn't all that offended. I can handle some crude jokes and f bombs( I am not saying that I like them, but I could deal). The next clip she showed us helped me to make up my mind. It showed Jesus sitting on a rock wearing thorns on his head. He then starts singing "I will survive!" He throws off his robe and is wearing a white loin cloth thing. As he is singing, he gets into the middle of the road and then gets hit by a bus. The whole class was laughing. I didn't think it was all the funny. The prof. then excused us to go on a 15 minute break and I decided to leave.

I am curious as to what you would do? Take the class or drop it?

You look like.....

A few weeks ago, someone told me that I looked like this gal.....

I was not upset about that.
I remember that my Uncle Jon, my fav, would tell me that I looked like this lady...
(p.s isn't little shanny just adorable?)
Again, not a bad thing.

T

The other day, my nieces told me that I looked like Katy Perry. Maybe it's the dark hair....

I am not angry that they said I looked like her, either.

I should put a more up-to-date photo....maybe later.

When your cute nieces want to go swimming, and you haven't washed your hair in days, so you decide that taking a dip in the pool would be nice....but, you go to change into your bathing suit and realize that you forgot your shorts to cover up the white, flabby thighs that have now become yours. Do you just forgo the swimming and sit on the sidelines, or do you throw caution to the wind and swim?

I hemmed and hawed and I swam. Lesson. learned. WHO FREAKING CARES what my thighs look likes....



ok, i really do care, but yesterday...i didn't

My new imaginary boyfriend....

Joel McHale

I just discovered "Community"....I am so slow, but I love, love this show. And, what makes it better is Mr. "yummy, funny, and looks good playing pool in his underwear" McHale.

I could handle it if he were in my ward.