Newest Adventure!

I have recently decided that a long vacation from "the valley" is long overdue! So, I went the extra mile and decided to move to Idaho. That's right Idaho. I am going to work at a hotel and cabins, small resort as an office assistant. I am so very excited, although it is in the middle of nowhere...two hours from any sort of real civilization. But a vacation, job for the summer will be great. And it is one of the last opportunities to get away and work for a summer somewhere different than here in Cache Valley. Although I go alone, I am all too excited for what lies ahead!

Idaho, here I come!

I will update as soon as I know more details.

Happy Birthweek!

Yes, it is true, my birthweek is over. I would just like to take this chance to thank all of those friends and family (who are also my friends) for all the wonderful things they did to make it special. Truly, it was a very interesting week. I participated in many activities such as going to a movie (four movies), going to dinner, shopping, getting hypnotized (eating an onion and because of it, still can taste every morning I wake up) and going to dinner with my awesome family. It was also my dad's birthday this weekend, so we celebrated at Cafe Sabor. I told him he had to wear the sombrero when they sang the birthday song, although reluctant to, he did (he looked similiar to the three amigos). But unfortunately, they took away the hat before we could actually get a good picture. So, instead they came back put it on my head and then, yes, my sister took a picture. Here it is, me in a sombrero hat that makes me look way cool.

Yes, I am 22, older and wiser right? We will see. I have managed to make it this far.

Why Is It?

-Why is it that when you need chapstick, you can never find one. But you know that you have multiples laying around somewhere.

-Why is it that when you wash your car, it rains or birds poop on it?

-Why is it that when you need to leave work early and plan on it, people ask questions?

-Why is it lately that when I am in public, the weird people tend to gravitate towards me and

tell me their life stories and pet peeves?

-Why is it that men/boys are so confusing (opposite applies to guys if you are reading this)?

-Why is it that it snows, only on the weekends when I can actually travel somewhere?

-Why is it that when I have a week to do a homework assignment, I end up doing it the night before?

-Why is it that the older you get the younger you feel? (Remember back to the time when you were really young and you thought 22 year olds' were WAY old.)

-Why is it that either it's a feast or famine situation with boys?

-Why is it that after you end a relationship, all the old 'boys with crushes on you that you tried to avoid' come out of the woodwork again?

-Any more good Why is its...

Birthweek!

Okay. So, you are probably wondering, what the heck is a birthweek. But isn't it obvious? The the pre-celebration to the celebration of your birth. This is my philosophy, you wait 364 days for that one special day when everyone celebrates A day for you. Why not celebrate a whole week previous to the day? Twenty-four hours isn't enough time and besides, by time everyone remembers it was your birthday, it's over. This way you can remind everyone that your birthday is up-and-coming and you get the special privileges only given on your birthday all week. That is all.

On another note...

I recently went to a floral show is Twin Falls and wow, Idaho is awesome. It started very, very early for me (4:30 AM). Driving there was a treat and yes, we (Sarah and I) did sing the whole way and played a random game (which I will describe when explaining the drive home). *Special Note: We both had two energy drinks each, which only contributed to the greatness of the trip. Anyways, we arrived in Twin Falls around 8:30, just in time for registration check-in. Our first class was interesting was a good basics class, teaching us how to make a bridal bouquet using an Oasis holder. Next, we attended a class in which we learned about negative space and topiaries. This was my favorite class. The designer used tall, branchy, organic arrangements to display negative space and taught us how to make a stable topiary using branches and Oasis. I would have to say that it was the most stable topiary I have ever made. He was excellent! Our next class was a bomb. I mean bomb in a bad way. The instructor, was calling everything junk and crap. Okay, I don't care if you think the things used in arrangements are junk, but don't tell everyone. It devalues the arrangement and places a negative connotation on it. Also, we "learned" how to glue a corsage together, which fell apart on the way home. Useless. Overall, the conference was okay. Not as good as last years that is for sure, but it beats a poke in the eye with a sharp stick I suppose. On the way home, we both participated in a game in which, the size of text in a sign, determined the volume at which it was read, out loud. Example, speed limit 60. *Imagine the size of the letters now in volume.

yes, it was very fun.

The end.

Cell Phone Discoveries

Wahoo!! It seems like when one receives a new phone, it remains a mystery as to how exactly it works until the day that you have to get a new one. But tonight, I discovered a great discovery!! Sort of recently, I had someone bluetooth some pictorials with sound to my phone and I never was able to find them. Sad and disappointed, I forgot about it until tonight, waiting for my friend to arrive, I found them!! It was probably the best thing that happened to me tonight (besides the great movie I went and watched in the theater). Good ol' cell phones will forever get the best of us, but when one triumphs in finding out a new mystery, they must gloat a bit. Even if no one else cares, I am really excited about this!

So Maybe...

So Maybe, I will tell a bit more about myself...

I am a florist. Is that enough? Eh...probably not. So, here it goes. I started working in a floral shop about four years ago and fell in love. No experience, I learned the basic tricks of the trade from my amazingly talented sister, also self-taught. When she quit to get married and move, I keep going.

Here I am four years later, working on graduating in Floral Design, Interior Design and Business. I hope to open my own Wedding Flower business soon someday...emphasize soon. Here are a couple of weddings that I have done, the pictures aren't professional, but I think you will get the jest. Also, I did the bouquet in the pictures on Moments by Kellee (March 10, 2008 post). That bouquet was probably my favorite of all the bouquets I have ever, thus far, done.

So, now I suppose I will keep you posted on the progress of my floral abilities. I have a couple of weddings in which I am very excited to do coming up. One with peacock feathers, yes...peacock feathers! Surprisingly, they are beautiful in floral arrangements!

SpRInG SkIInG!

So, it turns out that skiing is more scary than I remember...yes, I wrecked last year and this past Friday was the first time back. I was a complete WOOSIE! I usually just go straight down the hill, no fear, but I had to carve the hill. The good thing about this trip was that is was a beautiful day, I had a pair of wicked awesome ski's and I went with my sister. Here are the pics. Yep, only three but they were on her phone and I couldn't figure out that the button to take a pic. only needed a tap, not a push. (What the heck?!)

I came out of this trip with only a sunburn on the top 1/4 of my forehead and the bottom 1/2 of my face. Sexy...Wahoo!

There and Back (Day 3)

Here is the final entry to the California Adventure.

Sunday!

Okay, so Sunday we ended up going to the beach for the later half of the day before our flight left at 8:00 PM. We drove to Newport Beach and it was a beautiful day. Probably the best day since we arrived, of course right? But here are some pictorials of the beach.

So it turns out that this was suppose to be like the Little Mermaid...haha I look like a freak.

The first moments at the ocean, the water really isn't that warm and shortly after this pictorial we find that out.

I really wanted a picture with a palm and was hoping for a larger one but we were at the gas station filling the rental about to get on an airplane, so I needed on right away. Taken on the corner with a red light, a tad embarrassing.
Okay, so probably the best story of the day happened on the airplane. I changed my location on the airplane to sit next to Aly so she wouldn’t feel left out or alone (yes, we love her too). She sat at the window and I sat in the middle, leaving the next seat over open. I told her before anyone even sat there that I hoped that a boy wouldn’t sit there because I didn’t want to talk to them or wouldn’t know what to say, most likely making a complete fool of myself. Anyway, probably five minutes before take off, the very last passenger to load walked up the isle to the seat right beside me. His pants were hanging down to his knees and he smelt strangely of alcoholic beverage, so basically, I was a little embarrassed for him. Being that is the way that I am, I looked out the window and made some stupid comment to Aly about a sign outside the airplane. Finally he went back to the bathroom and I turned to Aly with a glace of horror, I had to sit next to this drunk the whole way home…but it gets better. He sat down. Ipod out, I was ready just to zone out and listen to the music, maybe fall asleep. But somehow this individual next to me decided to talk to me…and didn’t stop until seriously we landed in SLC and the entire airplane in front of us was unloaded. But the whole flight, I got to listen to the sob story of his life, honestly, I don’t care. He thought God was punishing him for choices he made in his life. Near the end, I was trying to change the subject, he started to get a little more aggressive (possibly the 3 more Jack Daniels he had) about his topic. The guy that was sitting in the row in front kept looking back at me, this kid next to me was getting more and more animated. Side note: Sarah and Holly were like seven rows in front of us, so they have no idea what is going on, but Holly looks back and makes a heart symbol with her fingers and mouths, “True love?” and Aly mouths back a fervent, “NO!” ha.ha. Anyway, I basically ran up the terminal just to get away from him. Telling Sarah and Holly what happened as we go to the area where our bags were coming to. Fancy that I should see the kid that sat the row in front of us, he asked me what the heck that guy was talking about and gave him the shortened version and he explained that I had a look of concerned, terror on my face. It was true. Why is it that people feel the need to tell me their life story and everything they have done wrong? I should get paid for that. Ha.ha. So the worst plane passenger sat next to me and I will never forget it.

This trip was by far the best trip I have had in my life. There are so many more stories, but that takes up too much space.

There and Back (Day 2)

Moving on....DISNEYLAND! I am just going to add pictures...it's more exciting and tell you about them.

Next Day-Saturday....magic day

We woke and walked to the park, but first we had to obtain some breakfast. Well, sitting outside was the only option, so we did it. Well, Holly decided to sit in some bird poop and spread it around, so instead of going back to the hotel for a change of pants, Sarah lovingly spoke up to wipe the poop off her bum. All I have to say is thank you bird for a moment of entertainment had, I am sure, by more than just our party. Her pants did make it though.

Upon entering the park, it was like magic and 15 years of my life was subtracted from my life and I was a kid again. I was transformed.

First, there was an ingenious idea to obtain as many “fast passes” as possible to avoid waiting in the long lines. But unfortunately you can only have one per hour and you have to ride that ride at specific times. It turns out being a better deal, for example we would have had to wait in line for seventy minutes but we waited in line for maybe five.

So, we rode the Matterhorn first, and I thought it was a ride having something to do with Alice in Wonderland, but I was wrong. In fact it is a bobsled roller coaster. A lot of fun! Then we moved on to the roller coaster also known as Thunder Mountain, probably one of the more fun rides of the day.

But my all time favorite ride at Disneyland is Space Mountain. A roller coaster in which the whole time you are in the dark and flying around corners. It brought tears to my eyes and sheer terror to my face. The second time we rode it, somehow we got behind some very pungent Europeans and had to suffer through the smell on the first slow hill. But, it was still a lot of fun because the dad was the only European in our roller coaster cart and we screamed a lot…haha.

I would have to say that I am a roller coaster wimp, in that I am not afraid to sound and look like a freak because I am too worried about not falling out of the cart. I will pretty much go on any roller coaster though (except the white roller coaster at Lagoon, bad, bad memory). Strangely enough, the only thing I could think before each 'coaster started was, "I wonder how people have thrown up in this seat, or I wonder how many people have touched this bar."

According to the others in my party, taking me to Disneyland was like taking a small child, but seriously, it just is the greatest place on earth. The magic is real. So this next picture isn't the prettiest, but after a day at Disneyland, we felt life death. It was extremely fun and filled with silly walks down the street, weird calls to each other on the dark rides (like a strange rooster), and being dead tired and eating at a Mexican restaurant.

A list of firsts for my life for the day…churro, Disneyland experience, spending $15 on A piece of pizza and A breadstick, and seeing Mickey Mouse.

But I can't end with a picture like that, so here is a picture to look forward to my next post. The last and final day of the trip. Dare I say maybe the interesting....

TO BE CONTINUED...

There and Back (Day 1)

There are so many great stories, I cannot put them all into one post. Therefore, I have decided to spread them out over the next couple of days/week to give it more suspense. I hope you enjoy.

Yes. It is true that recently, I visited the western coast of our continent for the first time. It was the first time for such an adventure without parental units. Yep, you heard it here first, I am 21, nearly 22, and have never been on a trip without some sort of family figure with me. I guess you could say that I was raised in a cage, but I would say, I was raised with very protective and loving parents. Alright, time for the huge long story. I suppose it would be beneficial for those of you who are just tuning in to hear the story from the very beginning.

Rewind...

I had never been to California, but always since I was a small child wanted to go. My parents disliked crowds and therefore, we were never able to go to the greatly crowded, so called "normal" vacation spots. Often Yellowstone entertained, along with Minnesota, but don't get me wrong, they were a lot of fun!

Fast forward...

December the idea was presented to me to go to California for my birthday. Heck, California, lets do Disneyland. January, plane tickets bought, WICKED tickets purchased. The trip was planned. Four girls would be crashing a weekend together.

Fast forward...day of departure...

Starting at 3:30 a.m... plane to vacation land leaves at 6:05 a.m. Must be to the airport at 4:30 a.m. to check baggage and make it through security. I always get anxiety going through those stupid metal detectors. I am a good person, but they (the guards) don't know that. I am pretty sure they can check out your record dating back to Kindergarten and if that's the case then they would know that I, Sara, cutout a star for talking to my neighbor. That would be the reason for the stares into my deepest, darkest parts of my heart...dare I say the cockles. Okay. Shoes off, no socks, disgusting, I don't know how many people have touched that exact floor with their bare feet except, I don't have fungus.

On the airplane, I begin getting excited, it is finally starting to feel real. I am fulfilling a childhood dream of going to the greatest place on Earth. Subtract the nausea feeling, and perfect. Stay calm...we aren't there yet. Landing, palm trees, wild flowers, ocean and cloudy sky. Not exactly what I had expected, but a cloudy sky will be okay.

Once in California, given it is now only the wee hours of the morning, we find a place of nourishment in Huntington Beach, Sugar Shack. It was magical. For the next 12 hours of my life, I spent them shopping in outrageously priced stores. For example, a tank top, 89 dollars. But Aly and I thought it would be great fun to get our make-up done for the WICKED Broadway show. Sarah and Holly got their's done and it was "free" or so we thought. Finished with our new looks (which you will see shortly), the brick was dropped on our toes, a minimum five product purchase was required. Now understand that the cheapest make-up container was 18 dollars. Crap, now I have to spend money on make-up...and yes I did, $150.00 smack-a-roo's. That was hilarious. We ended up driving to the next mall and returning it all...ha-ha. on you stupid make-up place. Fried Mac-n-cheese balls from Cheesecake Factory=heaven.

Day gone, WICKED awaited us in LA. We headed to the hotel, thinking we would be able to shower and get ready there, only to be informed that we needed to leave right away. Quickly, we checked in to the hotel, did a quick strip and change. (I have never in my life...life...life...changed in front of anyone besides myself and the mirror, but there was no where else and well, we were going to be late.) And in all honesty, it happened twice more in various parking lots. Make-up and hair done in the car on the way there, we only got lost once...thank you nice grocery shopping center in downtown LA for the directions.

Holly, Sarah, Me, and Aly just before entering the theater to watch WICKED!

Thank You nice person behind us in line.

WICKED!! The most amazing show on this green earth. We often caught ourselves mouths open, gawking. We after all fifth row seats after a mistake on the ticket people part. Sudden urges of dancalitis were thrust upon us, but resisting, we enjoyed silently. We enjoyed this portion of the trip immensely. So much in fact that we listened to the entire soundtrack on the way to SLC and back; our own short Broadway show, staring us.

This was the greatest show on earth!

TO BE CONTINUED...

Soon to Come!

Okay, so be excited for the soon to come adventure story of California. I haven't had any time to compose such a great story. Please stay tuned for more exciting stories.

the end.

Here's a first...

This is interesting, in that, I never in my life thought I would have a blog. But here I am sitting, should probably be doing my homework or studying for the test that is quickly approaching.
Oh well, so here is goes; here is a little about me. I was born March 21 in Logan, Utah. But have lived in Cache Valley, Utah for all my childhood and teenage life. I then moved to Logan to live closer to school. I have ten toes and ten fingers and think that I am molting. I love the color pink and am 5'7'' on good days and all the other days, I am 5'6''. I have ONE natural blonde streak in my hair, the rest is brown. I have a rather good sized family, whom I love. We, being my siblings, look nothing alike. Therefore, we have come to the conclusion that we cheated in heaven and pushed others out of the way to come down first. We are a strange group, but the coolest!
Well, I should start studying for my test. I will try to update my blog every so often. I don't even know who will read this but I guess I will write to myself.