Welcome to the new blog readers. I hope you enjoy your time here. (Aren’t you a little jealous that I didn’t welcome you when you first found my blog?)
I think Ashley is right. Tomorrow is May 1st and officially, unofficially the beginning of summer…well in the YSA world at least. Everyone is done school and starting their exciting/funny summer jobs. (I am jealous. Remember how everyday is the same for us working class.) And that also means that Spring Fever is supposedly over as well. Too bad. I thought that this year it might have gotten me a little further.
But I am grateful for the summer and everyone’s relativity carefree attitude. A whole summer of excitement awaits…even if it is just more chicken salad sandwiches, long walks, backyard tenting, and maybe, just maybe a summer fling. Needless to say, I am excited. Last summer was super fun, and knowing us, we can make this year bigger and better.
The weekend was something. I am not sure if that is good or bad, but at least there are quasi stories to tell.
Friday, after my own personal crisis (I guess...ask Ashley) I ended up at the dance, super early. I am easy. What else can I say? Everyone seemed to have a wonderful time dancing. I had a great time watching all the girls flirt with all the boys that were home for the summer. Girls really are shameless.
Following the dance, we played an intriguing game Cranium. (Three cheers for our team for winning.) But next time, we really should listen to me. I usually have the correct answer.
Saturday, after fun with my family, and running into everyone we knew at the mall, Flick and I enjoyed some hilarious Japanese Anime. (I hope you all know we just watch if for a laugh.) We watched Princess Tutu, where everyone turned into animals, and some people looked futuristic, and others really old school. What time period was it set in, no one really knows.
We rounded out Saturday night with the end of the exotic fruit, the dragon fruit. Try one, and let me know the first thoughts that come to your mind.
Sunday, always seems to be my favourite day these past couple of weeks. I have a new love for our ward, and we always seems to get a good mix of people coming over Sunday night. Who doesn’t love a good Weekday Eve?
Funny walks, funnier games and even a trip to the hospital (don’t worry, we are all okay) made my Sunday even happier.
Okay, well here’s to:
Trying to convince me that vampires make great entertainment. I know it was late, and I was half-asleep, but I am still not convinced.
More people knowing about this than I really know about this. Is something happening, or am I just grasping at straws?
Victoria Park. Pulling it out when I think it has nothing left to give. Way to go guys!
Amy. Hope you’re still okay. We will take a urine sample later tonight.
You. “It’s getting better all the time. It can’t get no worse.”
Monday, April 30, 2007
Monday, April 23, 2007
Why Don't You Just Give Me A Sign?
Sorry for the slow updates last week, and the weird song lyrics from last time. I don't even really know what they mean. So good luck on you trying to figure them out.
Here it is , the weekend in review a little earlier than it normally is, but I guess it is better while it is still on my mind.
Friday started off with such promise. First some excellent flirting by my super cute bank buddy. Tuesdays and Fridays have become the highlight of my week because of a chance to get out of the office to flirt it up with Personal Banking Representatives. Much better than flirting with the little produce boys at Safeway.
We attended the Institute Choir Spring Concert, in which I found out that cute bank buddy, is one of the singers in the choir! Hooray! Maybe my luck is changing! (knock on wood, I think I just jinxed it)
Other antics from the Choir Concert included meddling coworkers. (and you all think that I meddle!), spilled Jelly Bellys, awesome guest conducting...or I mean, assistant conducting!
The evening rounded out with an exotic fruit taste test, where I have learned that there is a reason you don't eat this fruit very often. It isn't good. Why does it all look like green jello inside? Bring back the apple taste test!
Saturday made history as we prepared to sing our musical number for Stake Conference. (in which I am never singing again. Really. Remember how I am not a performer? I would have quit the Ward Choir if I could have. Here me now, believe me later. Hope you enjoyed the performance, it will be the last one. Sorry to all those who missed it, there will be no encores.)
A trip to the mall in the afternoon ran us right into the meddling coworker again, who did proceed to ask me all about the various aspects of my life in which I have no answers. I think she has more answers than I do.
And finally a evening filled with Full House, my guilty pleasure and mac and cheese comfort TV show to watch when your life doesn't always end in a hug.
Today brought a lot of candy, good times with old friends and the creepiest movie of all time: The Never Ending Story! Oh no. Seriously people. What is up with that show? Could it be anymore creepier/lamer?
Alright, some cheers.
Here's to:
A new week at work. Just somewhere that is away from here.
My story making it on Odd Todd! Hooray!
Me being too tired/nice to yell at you.
More song lyrics. Because, well, dang it, it is my blog and I can do what I want.
I want to spit now
I just can't quit now
Good luck. God speed.
Here it is , the weekend in review a little earlier than it normally is, but I guess it is better while it is still on my mind.
Friday started off with such promise. First some excellent flirting by my super cute bank buddy. Tuesdays and Fridays have become the highlight of my week because of a chance to get out of the office to flirt it up with Personal Banking Representatives. Much better than flirting with the little produce boys at Safeway.
We attended the Institute Choir Spring Concert, in which I found out that cute bank buddy, is one of the singers in the choir! Hooray! Maybe my luck is changing! (knock on wood, I think I just jinxed it)
Other antics from the Choir Concert included meddling coworkers. (and you all think that I meddle!), spilled Jelly Bellys, awesome guest conducting...or I mean, assistant conducting!
The evening rounded out with an exotic fruit taste test, where I have learned that there is a reason you don't eat this fruit very often. It isn't good. Why does it all look like green jello inside? Bring back the apple taste test!
Saturday made history as we prepared to sing our musical number for Stake Conference. (in which I am never singing again. Really. Remember how I am not a performer? I would have quit the Ward Choir if I could have. Here me now, believe me later. Hope you enjoyed the performance, it will be the last one. Sorry to all those who missed it, there will be no encores.)
A trip to the mall in the afternoon ran us right into the meddling coworker again, who did proceed to ask me all about the various aspects of my life in which I have no answers. I think she has more answers than I do.
And finally a evening filled with Full House, my guilty pleasure and mac and cheese comfort TV show to watch when your life doesn't always end in a hug.
Today brought a lot of candy, good times with old friends and the creepiest movie of all time: The Never Ending Story! Oh no. Seriously people. What is up with that show? Could it be anymore creepier/lamer?
Alright, some cheers.
Here's to:
A new week at work. Just somewhere that is away from here.
My story making it on Odd Todd! Hooray!
Me being too tired/nice to yell at you.
More song lyrics. Because, well, dang it, it is my blog and I can do what I want.
I want to spit now
I just can't quit now
Good luck. God speed.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Monday, April 16, 2007
New Army/Same Air Force
A happy afternoon to everyone! I have spent most of the day photocopying and stapling, and un-stapling and re-photocopying. It is an exciting life that I lead. And you wonder why I never have witty and/or interesting stories from work.
Just a question. What is the purpose of a blog? How much information is too much information? How much should you really share?
‘In online diaries, people write their day-to-day experiences, social commentary, complaints, poems, prose, illicit thoughts and any content that might be found in a traditional paper diary or journal.’—Wikipedia (hasn’t lied to me yet)….maybe that is what my blog is missing, poetry and illicit thoughts.
After reading some random blogs today (Don’t worry, it wasn’t your blog.), I have realized that maybe we share too much. That everything we feel, think and know, is out there, on “the internets” just waiting for someone to read what really think of people, how much you love him/her, and some of the twisted stuff from your past.
Even if you think you are being secretive, sometimes your codes are not hard to break. The Codebreaker game on The Price is Right is harder to break than your super secretive code about D. Garner, or Denise G.
Just a thought. I know, I am more the pot on this issue than I would like to admit.
Alright, on with the blog. I would like to file this entry under Social Commentary and Complaints
Do you know what the most annoying sound in the world is?
If you type that question into Google, you get a wide variety of answers. Everything from that horrible sound on Dumb and Dumber to those annoying Hamster Dance websites/e-mails.
But truly the most annoying sound in the world, is the sound of someone scrapping out the last of their yogurt or pudding cup.
Everyday at 2:00 pm my coworker, whose office is next to mine, eats her yogurt. And everyday at 2:03 pm comes the scrape, scrape, scrape noise that goes with the last of her snack.
Possible Solutions To My Annoyance:
Ask her to stop the scraping noise.
Potential Problem: 30-45 seconds of annoying noise is better than a week worth of smelling old yogurt in the bottom of her garbage.
Ask her to bring another snack.
Potential Problem: She really could bring a more obnoxious snack. Think about it. Listening to Pop Rocks all afternoon is much worse.
Steal her yogurt from the fridge in the morning before she has a chance to eat it.
Potential Problem: Knowing my life, I for sure would get caught. And I really don’t want to go to jail. (You know I would prosecuted working at a law office.)
Leave my office at 2:00 pm to make sure that I don’t have to listen to the noise.
Potential Problem: I don’t have good luck, in fact it is worse than your run of the mill bad luck. I know that if I left to avoid the problem, she would just start eating when I returned.
Are there really any solutions to this problem? Probably not. Maybe I should start to focus on the other annoyances about my office:
The receptionist who refuses to answer the phone before the sixth ring.
The pigeon who has taken up residence on the roof…right above my office and proceeds to walk around and “call” his friends all day.
The coworker who says “Groovy” every time you ask her a question.
But I don’t think there are answers to these annoyances either.
Okay, here it is, after the longest blog about nothing, daily cheers.
Here’s to:
The weekend—jr highesque dances, funny laughs (as always), great food, and time with my family. At least it went out on positive note.
The darkroom--for being mentioned as promised. What’s more fun that toxic chemicals and a red light? (That came out a little worse than I was hoping for)
The summer being just around the corner—it is about time. I am still waiting for my ship to come in though.
The time with you—it has been too long. (Good luck with that code, it might be harder than you think.)
Just a question. What is the purpose of a blog? How much information is too much information? How much should you really share?
‘In online diaries, people write their day-to-day experiences, social commentary, complaints, poems, prose, illicit thoughts and any content that might be found in a traditional paper diary or journal.’—Wikipedia (hasn’t lied to me yet)….maybe that is what my blog is missing, poetry and illicit thoughts.
After reading some random blogs today (Don’t worry, it wasn’t your blog.), I have realized that maybe we share too much. That everything we feel, think and know, is out there, on “the internets” just waiting for someone to read what really think of people, how much you love him/her, and some of the twisted stuff from your past.
Even if you think you are being secretive, sometimes your codes are not hard to break. The Codebreaker game on The Price is Right is harder to break than your super secretive code about D. Garner, or Denise G.
Just a thought. I know, I am more the pot on this issue than I would like to admit.
Alright, on with the blog. I would like to file this entry under Social Commentary and Complaints
Do you know what the most annoying sound in the world is?
If you type that question into Google, you get a wide variety of answers. Everything from that horrible sound on Dumb and Dumber to those annoying Hamster Dance websites/e-mails.
But truly the most annoying sound in the world, is the sound of someone scrapping out the last of their yogurt or pudding cup.
Everyday at 2:00 pm my coworker, whose office is next to mine, eats her yogurt. And everyday at 2:03 pm comes the scrape, scrape, scrape noise that goes with the last of her snack.
Possible Solutions To My Annoyance:
Ask her to stop the scraping noise.
Potential Problem: 30-45 seconds of annoying noise is better than a week worth of smelling old yogurt in the bottom of her garbage.
Ask her to bring another snack.
Potential Problem: She really could bring a more obnoxious snack. Think about it. Listening to Pop Rocks all afternoon is much worse.
Steal her yogurt from the fridge in the morning before she has a chance to eat it.
Potential Problem: Knowing my life, I for sure would get caught. And I really don’t want to go to jail. (You know I would prosecuted working at a law office.)
Leave my office at 2:00 pm to make sure that I don’t have to listen to the noise.
Potential Problem: I don’t have good luck, in fact it is worse than your run of the mill bad luck. I know that if I left to avoid the problem, she would just start eating when I returned.
Are there really any solutions to this problem? Probably not. Maybe I should start to focus on the other annoyances about my office:
The receptionist who refuses to answer the phone before the sixth ring.
The pigeon who has taken up residence on the roof…right above my office and proceeds to walk around and “call” his friends all day.
The coworker who says “Groovy” every time you ask her a question.
But I don’t think there are answers to these annoyances either.
Okay, here it is, after the longest blog about nothing, daily cheers.
Here’s to:
The weekend—jr highesque dances, funny laughs (as always), great food, and time with my family. At least it went out on positive note.
The darkroom--for being mentioned as promised. What’s more fun that toxic chemicals and a red light? (That came out a little worse than I was hoping for)
The summer being just around the corner—it is about time. I am still waiting for my ship to come in though.
The time with you—it has been too long. (Good luck with that code, it might be harder than you think.)
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
I Blame "The Google"
Well, today is somewhat of an intellectual post. Shocking!
For those of us born between the years of 1977-1997, we are the lucky “Generation Y” (Why? Because we can.)
I personally think the name is dumb. Just because we follow Generation X doesn’t mean we have to follow with the whole letters thing. Does this mean my kids will be part of Generation Z? And then after that, then what? Back to Generation A?
Generation naming people have been trying to come up with other things to call us for years. (Apparently they weren’t so sold on the whole letter thing either) and here are my favourites that they have come up with so far:
The Net Generation
Millennials
Google Generation
MySpace Generation
Nintendo Generation
Generation 9/11
The Cynical Generation.
The Greatest Generation
But I have to say that my all time favourite title for us, is Generation Me. An article I read earlier this week talked about how we are somewhat of a selfish generation. Sure, we care about other people, but really only if it affects us. The article went on to talk about how we really are egomanicacts, and there is nothing that we love more than our own ideas, thoughts, words, music and friends.
Researchers have pin pointed our love of our selfs to a big push in the early 1990s for self esteem. Teaching all of us Generation Me, that, we are awesome and that everything thing we do, say or think is the best.
As my mom said to me the other day when I told her about this article, “Yes, heaven forbid we tell you that you do anything wrong.” (I think my self esteem went down a bit when she said that)
Maybe it is true.
Do we really only blogging because we think we are so funny, and love reading what we wrote?
Is Facebook ruining our lives because we are deperate to acquire more and more friends?
Are we constantly having arguments over who has the better musical taste?
Is there anything wrong with owning a mirror that says ‘I Love Me’?
But, in our defence, maybe we really are “The Greatest Generation”. Maybe we are the funniest, and have way more friends than our parents ever did have, our musical taste is broad and electic, and maybe a small dose of high self esteem never hurt anyone. Maybe, just maybe, people of the Baby Boomer Generation and Generation X are jealous because they know they could really never be as awesome as we are.
I really must be part of the Generation Me, I always thought everyone thought they were the best.
Here’s to:
Me—for being pretty awesome
You—being not bad yourself
For those of us born between the years of 1977-1997, we are the lucky “Generation Y” (Why? Because we can.)
I personally think the name is dumb. Just because we follow Generation X doesn’t mean we have to follow with the whole letters thing. Does this mean my kids will be part of Generation Z? And then after that, then what? Back to Generation A?
Generation naming people have been trying to come up with other things to call us for years. (Apparently they weren’t so sold on the whole letter thing either) and here are my favourites that they have come up with so far:
The Net Generation
Millennials
Google Generation
MySpace Generation
Nintendo Generation
Generation 9/11
The Cynical Generation.
The Greatest Generation
But I have to say that my all time favourite title for us, is Generation Me. An article I read earlier this week talked about how we are somewhat of a selfish generation. Sure, we care about other people, but really only if it affects us. The article went on to talk about how we really are egomanicacts, and there is nothing that we love more than our own ideas, thoughts, words, music and friends.
Researchers have pin pointed our love of our selfs to a big push in the early 1990s for self esteem. Teaching all of us Generation Me, that, we are awesome and that everything thing we do, say or think is the best.
As my mom said to me the other day when I told her about this article, “Yes, heaven forbid we tell you that you do anything wrong.” (I think my self esteem went down a bit when she said that)
Maybe it is true.
Do we really only blogging because we think we are so funny, and love reading what we wrote?
Is Facebook ruining our lives because we are deperate to acquire more and more friends?
Are we constantly having arguments over who has the better musical taste?
Is there anything wrong with owning a mirror that says ‘I Love Me’?
But, in our defence, maybe we really are “The Greatest Generation”. Maybe we are the funniest, and have way more friends than our parents ever did have, our musical taste is broad and electic, and maybe a small dose of high self esteem never hurt anyone. Maybe, just maybe, people of the Baby Boomer Generation and Generation X are jealous because they know they could really never be as awesome as we are.
I really must be part of the Generation Me, I always thought everyone thought they were the best.
Here’s to:
Me—for being pretty awesome
You—being not bad yourself
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
And With That, He Walked Out Of Her Life, Never To Be Heard From Again.
Whoops. Well, I have decided that I am going to wait a day before I post anymore angry blogs, or at least count to ten before I write anything. Sorry.
No real exciting stories from the weekend, as long as it was. Late nights, long drives, funny laughs, emo-ness, great food and lots of Facebook. (Remember before Facebook ruined my life. Before we checked out our new friends, or changed our status every five minutes?)
So to make it up to all of you, my dear readers, another story from the days of yore. Sorry to those who have heard it. It is still one of my favourites to tell.
For reasons unknown I have still have a very youthful appearance. For the most part it is okay. It lets me get away with people thinking I am 20 instead of 25. One of my favourite games to play with my friends at my parent’s house is “Guess How Old Denise Is In This Picture.” (It is a picture of me at Seminary Grad, at 18. But without fail, everyone says 12 or 13.)
I have been offered the youth ticket at the movies, been accused of still being in high school and had my drivers licence studied heavily when I went to vote. Nothing I can do, it is my cross to bear. The brown hair has helped a bit, but still.
A couple of years ago, when I was 23. I decided to look for a job. Off I went to the mall to find some sort of part time job. I combed the job posting board, and with resumes in hand I went about applying for various jobs.
Most of the stores took my resume and said nothing. But at one store, as I went to hand the lady behind the counter my resume, she pulled me aside, and whispered to me.
“You have to be 14 to work at this store.”
What!?!
Here I was, 23 years old being accused of being younger than 14!
I thought about explaining to the lady all the accomplishments I had listed on my resume. But then I realized without my birthdate, which was not on my resume, I would just look like a child prodigy.
According to this lady, I would have graduated high school at 6, finished college at 8 and started university 10!
So as graciously as I could, I looked at the lady, took my resume from her hands, and politely said “Thanks anyways.”
Well, here to:
A short week and a lot of work still ahead of us.
Facebook, stealing my soul one day at a time. (What did we do without you? How did we ever have friends, or self esteem?)
Willpower. I need to get some.
You. Becoming only a distant memory and eventually a funny story or song.
No real exciting stories from the weekend, as long as it was. Late nights, long drives, funny laughs, emo-ness, great food and lots of Facebook. (Remember before Facebook ruined my life. Before we checked out our new friends, or changed our status every five minutes?)
So to make it up to all of you, my dear readers, another story from the days of yore. Sorry to those who have heard it. It is still one of my favourites to tell.
For reasons unknown I have still have a very youthful appearance. For the most part it is okay. It lets me get away with people thinking I am 20 instead of 25. One of my favourite games to play with my friends at my parent’s house is “Guess How Old Denise Is In This Picture.” (It is a picture of me at Seminary Grad, at 18. But without fail, everyone says 12 or 13.)
I have been offered the youth ticket at the movies, been accused of still being in high school and had my drivers licence studied heavily when I went to vote. Nothing I can do, it is my cross to bear. The brown hair has helped a bit, but still.
A couple of years ago, when I was 23. I decided to look for a job. Off I went to the mall to find some sort of part time job. I combed the job posting board, and with resumes in hand I went about applying for various jobs.
Most of the stores took my resume and said nothing. But at one store, as I went to hand the lady behind the counter my resume, she pulled me aside, and whispered to me.
“You have to be 14 to work at this store.”
What!?!
Here I was, 23 years old being accused of being younger than 14!
I thought about explaining to the lady all the accomplishments I had listed on my resume. But then I realized without my birthdate, which was not on my resume, I would just look like a child prodigy.
According to this lady, I would have graduated high school at 6, finished college at 8 and started university 10!
So as graciously as I could, I looked at the lady, took my resume from her hands, and politely said “Thanks anyways.”
Well, here to:
A short week and a lot of work still ahead of us.
Facebook, stealing my soul one day at a time. (What did we do without you? How did we ever have friends, or self esteem?)
Willpower. I need to get some.
You. Becoming only a distant memory and eventually a funny story or song.
Monday, April 09, 2007
And You Wonder Why It is Your Ring Tone.
A happy long weekend to everyone. And still a day to go. Hard to believe.
Sorry for all the anger this weekend. I don't know where it came from. I am usually a nice person, really. Something must have come uncorked.
Thanks for nothing. Less than nothing actually. Still don't know what I am going to do. What is this, besides some way of driving me insane. (Somehow it worked.)
Sorry for all the anger this weekend. I don't know where it came from. I am usually a nice person, really. Something must have come uncorked.
Thanks for nothing. Less than nothing actually. Still don't know what I am going to do. What is this, besides some way of driving me insane. (Somehow it worked.)
Friday, April 06, 2007
Monday, April 02, 2007
Missing More Than Just Naan Bread
Greeting from the Crossroad of the West!
Today is the last day of our Conference Expedition, and truthfully I am excited to go home. The girls have fallen in love with Utah, and the mountains, but I just want to get back to the flat prairies and everyone that I love. I guess I still do suffer from homesickness a bit. Horrible, I know, at 25 to still be homesick! (I use to leave sleepovers early because I would get homesick.)
Everything has worked so well. The girls have really been amazing. I would sincerely write that even if I knew they weren't reading this. We have spent maybe a maximum of 3 inches apart from each other for the last six days, and everyday has funnier stories and more laughs. And surprisingly we all still want to live together when we get home. Trips like this can really make or break friendships (trust me, I know) and I think these are still going strong.
The whole Conference experience is just that. Something that really needs to be experienced, at least once. There are so many people! And the Conference Center is so amazing! We all have fallen in love with Temple Square. Jenny is right, there are more couples here than you can ever imagine. Not too awesome for us single ladies. (Surprisingly no one tried to pick up any of us!) But seriously, I can't blame all the people. Everywhere is too beautiful to not be in love.
We left on this trip hoping to get out of town and clear our heads, get refocused and refreshed. But somehow I think we are coming back more confused, and tired. Or at least I am right now. Maybe things will look better in the morning, and when we can sleep in our own beds again.
I need to go to bed seeing as we are leaving early tomorrow morning. Only a few more hours until we are home. Thanks for all the great times, Utah.
Here's to:
Utah. More beautiful in the spring than at any other time.
My grandparents. For being wonderful hosts and giving us a place to stay.
My roommates. For making this trip so much fun, I can't wait to go somewhere new with you.(If you will let me drive again)
All the General Authorities. Inspiring messages filled with the spirit of God. Looking forward to the May Ensign.
Tooele, or Tooeleger. Our second home and home to some great Mexican food!
Regency Street Parking. Hidden gem of a parking place. Thanks for being so cheep!
The Reflection Pool. Great place to spot couples, hot guys, jealous ex boyfriends and just reflect on all the events of the day.
The Seagull Pool. Just for being you.
Mrs. Robinson. This trip wouldn't have been so necessary without you.
And everyone at home who made sure we were still alive. Thanks for all the concern, advice and funny stories. We missed you.
More funny stories and pictures to come!
Missing you dearly. Hope you missed me, at least a little bit.
Today is the last day of our Conference Expedition, and truthfully I am excited to go home. The girls have fallen in love with Utah, and the mountains, but I just want to get back to the flat prairies and everyone that I love. I guess I still do suffer from homesickness a bit. Horrible, I know, at 25 to still be homesick! (I use to leave sleepovers early because I would get homesick.)
Everything has worked so well. The girls have really been amazing. I would sincerely write that even if I knew they weren't reading this. We have spent maybe a maximum of 3 inches apart from each other for the last six days, and everyday has funnier stories and more laughs. And surprisingly we all still want to live together when we get home. Trips like this can really make or break friendships (trust me, I know) and I think these are still going strong.
The whole Conference experience is just that. Something that really needs to be experienced, at least once. There are so many people! And the Conference Center is so amazing! We all have fallen in love with Temple Square. Jenny is right, there are more couples here than you can ever imagine. Not too awesome for us single ladies. (Surprisingly no one tried to pick up any of us!) But seriously, I can't blame all the people. Everywhere is too beautiful to not be in love.
We left on this trip hoping to get out of town and clear our heads, get refocused and refreshed. But somehow I think we are coming back more confused, and tired. Or at least I am right now. Maybe things will look better in the morning, and when we can sleep in our own beds again.
I need to go to bed seeing as we are leaving early tomorrow morning. Only a few more hours until we are home. Thanks for all the great times, Utah.
Here's to:
Utah. More beautiful in the spring than at any other time.
My grandparents. For being wonderful hosts and giving us a place to stay.
My roommates. For making this trip so much fun, I can't wait to go somewhere new with you.(If you will let me drive again)
All the General Authorities. Inspiring messages filled with the spirit of God. Looking forward to the May Ensign.
Tooele, or Tooeleger. Our second home and home to some great Mexican food!
Regency Street Parking. Hidden gem of a parking place. Thanks for being so cheep!
The Reflection Pool. Great place to spot couples, hot guys, jealous ex boyfriends and just reflect on all the events of the day.
The Seagull Pool. Just for being you.
Mrs. Robinson. This trip wouldn't have been so necessary without you.
And everyone at home who made sure we were still alive. Thanks for all the concern, advice and funny stories. We missed you.
More funny stories and pictures to come!
Missing you dearly. Hope you missed me, at least a little bit.
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