A little newsletter from me to you, you.

This has been quite the year if i do say so myself.

January:

The very first day was the end of an era. I won't specify which era but it was the end and a good end at that. It brought to pass this year with a bang. The second day of January I moved into a beautiful apartment just steps away from campus. I have this thing where my chi is very connceted to those chi of different cultures than I. I was now living with an asian and an ethiopian and two very angry girls that have been prosperous in their eating habits.
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February:

A very boring month if I do say so myself. I went to Chili's with Tayler on valentine's day and we watched as gay men enjoyed each others company. While we ate our paradise pie and pittied ourselves. I purchased Amelia as well. that is all i can recollect.


March:

This month was divine. I started and ended a relationship with a boy that was strictly based on vanity. Then I went to Moab with my BEST FRIENDS EVER!! I loved those people ever so much....so much that I then started a relationship with one of them. He was aspiring to be a fisherman in Alaska. I also got a haircut this month. She misunderstood shoulder length for chin length...and layers for slaughtering. My hair is just now starting to forgive me, almost ten months later.
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April:

This month was full of boyfriend, boyfriend, and more boyfriend. I couldn't have loved life any more than I did that entire month. We went fourwheeling and I even rode a horse.
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May:

I randomly decided that maybe I didn't want to live in Alaska when I grew up and maybe I would like to be single and admit that maybe I liked fourwheelers more than my actual boyfriend. Poor him. I then moved from the apartment that had officially been taken over by asians into a newer apartment. It was, instead, full of motherly love. My roommate was 45 and kickin it old school.

June:

Kate moved into my apartment...life saver! She introduced me to a few new people and country dancing. If there is anything I hate more than raisins, it's dancing. I forgave her. Then Gina moved out here! couldn't have been better. Life was good again.

July:

July seems to have started yet another era. An era whera I learned that if you don't like 'em, leave 'em. Gina, so and so, and I decided to go to Las Vegas. Why when gas is $4 a gallon would people venture off to do such a thing? Because we are free, and we can. Well so and so had a hard time wtih Gina and I apparently a year prior to this so she decided to take out all her aggression and go for a long drive....back home. Thank you James for being so devoted to Gina that you would come to our rescue. Sorry about your car breaking down.
Oh, the Iranians. Bless their hearts.
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August:

Tyler and Katy got married, finally! I spent two solid weeks in Wisconsin doing absolutely nothing but play guitar hero. Then school started...oh school. Your very existence makes me want to choke. This is the month where it all started with the ukulele. Everywhere I have gone there has been someone playing a ukulele in the background. Whether its work, school, the grocery store..what have you. someone is playing it.
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September:

A month I vaguely remember. I finally reached the point in life I had much anticipted. the big 2-0. Not in age but an amount of how many different people a certain event could take place with. He was a professional baseball player....no wait....his dad was really rich.....no wait.......his brother was a professional basketball player....yeah thats it.....oh wait....there's more.....oh....he was 32, divorced, and a felon. That's right!...number 20. That is success.
The ukulele still has not quit.

October:

Lucas was born!! I actually lived at Megan's at this point and my family came to visit! I very much love that little boy! Still some ukulele, can't quite figure out the significance of it. It must be that...they....are watching.

November:

thank yu for this month. Kaitlyn and I decided to move into a new apartment. This was the best decision I have ever made. It was the cutest most private, just like new, apartment. Well, kinda private, kinda shared with the people that live above (not to be confused with actual landlords). We then proceeded to move out. We needed a little more ukulele this month.

December:

I reached the real 2-0. I moved into the Flanagans and have proceeded to live there this whole time. I don't even recall sleeping at Megan's once! I think December has been the best month so far. It's been a lot of fun and gone by very fast. I can't believe Christmas is tomorrow and I go home the day after! It's simply been bliss. Knock on Wood. I can only imagine what 2009 can bring, maybe a 21?? I will continue this next year trying to figure out the significance of someone walking around playing a ukulele. I think I know the meaning but I would prefer not to speak too soon.

7, 9, 11, 15, 17, 20, 22

what could these numbers mean??

At age 7 you aren't quite baptized. But you put on your favorite flower shirt and take your puppy on a walk and have the best day ever.

At age 9 you haven't quite reached the double digits. But you put on your AWESOME new shoes and take your dog on a walk, teach him a new trick, and have a very good day.

At age 11 the double digits are old news. Now you just want to wear a bra and join young womens because that is MUCH cooler than primary. And you're starting to realize that almost everything is your parents fault. Down to the fact that your dog bit the neighbor and so you had to get rid of him. Throw a big enough fit though, and next thing you know you have a new puppy and you are convinced the world is set right.

At age 15 you are, technically, worthless. You know how to drive, for the most part, but you can't go anywhere without mommy or daddy in the seat next to you. You can't quite date, can't quite drive but you sure as heck think you are old enough to do anything and you hate your parents because of it.

At 17 you have now been driving and dating for a year. That's old news, you're awesome. Now you aren't quite graduated and you aren't quite an adult and you're not quite sure if you can be tried as an adult or not in court. But you think you are old enough to do anything and you have almost stopped blaming your parents for not having you just a year sooner. You're manipulation skills are now through the roof. You now have a dog and a puppy!

At 20, the beloved and much anticipated birthday, you aren't quite a REAL adult. Because the real ones still scare the crap out of you when they talk to you. You can't quite gamble and you can't quite drink (neither of these apply but oh well). Real adults think that you should act like an adult but they still will treat you like you are fresh out of high school. You're somewhere between a feshman and a junior in college. You have stopped blaming your parents for all the things that went wrong and now realize how much they actually did right. Except that they let your puppy turn into an old dog while you were away at college.

22 is just the number of cop cars i saw today exiting the freeway and now i wish to know why.


And thank you everyone for making my birthday just glorious :). It was great from the second it started to the second it ended!

Did not see this coming.

So today was kind of a long day at work. It just was dragging on and on. Then the best thing to ever happen...I had to scorekeep FOR THREE HOURS! I was incredibly annoyed. Because first off, I had to help this girl that doesn't actually pay attention so I would have done a better job if I had been doing it alone. It was so boring. I told the girl that if I fell asleep to just not bother waking me up. I actually was so bored that I started doing a play by play of everything happening. She didn't think it was as amusing as I did. My favorite play by play was this.....

"He shoots, he misses, number 21 gets it....he scores!...Black has the ball....now white! number 32 shoots...he misses....11 gets the rebound! They're running.....AND THAT GUY GOES THROUGH THE WINDOW!!!"

then it went a lot like this....

"holy Sh** holy sh** oh my, holy sh**oh no what do we do? holy sh**"

yeah, a guy kinda jumped and was kinda pushed through the window! It was a bloody mess.

cilantro

For those of you that don't know...I could eat cilantro for breakfast,

lunch, and dinner.

I saw a particular blog about someone comparing themself to a spice and how other spices are often jealous of this spice, want to be this spice, and this spice isn't for everyone. I am here to prove that my herb would take out that spice in a food fight. As you can see above, I am much like that as a particular herb.

Please bare with me as I compare cilantro to myself.

Cilantro is a soft, hairless plant. I too, am soft and hairless.

Uses: it's commonly used in Africa, Middle East, South Asia, Latin America, India, Mexico. I too have been used by all of those ethnicities.

Some people may perceive the taste of cilantro as "unpleasant". I too am, at times, unpleasant. But those that give me more than a chance see that they cannot live without me and i just add flavor.

The leaves disappeared for a period of time, I too disappear for periods of time.

For optimum flavor cilantro leaves should be placed away from sunlight, heat, and sealed in a tight container.

Sometimes you should lock me in a tight container away from the sun so that when i get out i have my full flavor.

Oh how I just LOVE cilantro and how people just wish they could get enough cilantro and people CRAVE cilantro. People in the cafe rio line screaming "MORE CILANTRO!!" "EXTRA CILANTRO!!" "No chips, no guac, no cheese, JUST CILANTRO!"

I'm SO cilantro.

Any friend of Ronald Regan is a friend of mine.

Kaitlyn and I moved into our apartment yesterday, it was kinda weird to move in and we couldn't quite figure out why this place still had it's old owners stuff in it and why there were so many books and vinyls. We figured the old owners were just renting it out to the china's who are now renting the basement to us. Pictures of this apartment will be posted soon....because the entire world is missing out on the red shag carpet and the accordian wall.

So last night, out of boredom and curiosity, I stumbled across the closet just through our launditchen. I thought it was just a simple creepy storage room, it is nothing like that at all. Apparently the guy that used to live here was AMAZING. Look him up, his name is Lorin F. Wheelwright. He wrote Latter Day Saint Hymns (including mother I love you...I LOVE that song) and was a dean at BYU. The entire storage room is full of pictures (he was a photographer on top of everything else) and a way old fashion camera and more pictures and then, something that is now sitting on the entertainment center, there was a signed picture of Ronald Regan that says "Lorin, will you be my running mate? We can jog every morning". can you believe that?? because I couldn't. This guy is incredible!! I am seriously amazed. I wish everyone could come here and see the thousands of books all over the entire apartment and the vinyls too. He was nothing short of a genius. He studied at Julliard, got his masters at University of Chicago, and his PHD from Columbia University. He became the dean at BYU in 1963 and started the Mormon Arts Festival in 1969. I am seriously in shock and want to go through all of his things! I don't know why I suddenly feel like I need to know everything about him, I just think there is so much to learn! I really want to meet his family too, and when i find my usb cord i am putting up pictures so you can get the full effect. What a great way to fill time.