hmph.

To stick with the theme of making a fool of myself...my weekend:
I was really excited for this weekend, because Donelle and her hub were having a little open house right here in Utah! I was so excited in fact that I invited my ex-roomate, Devaun, and would-be bff, Emma. They both accepted the invite, and Devaun even brought a date! So Friday night rolled around, and we all drove out to Salem (that's about 30 minutes away). When we arrived at the house, it was suspiciously dark. That's when we decided to look at the invitation and realize that the reception was actually on Saturday (the next night).
O.k. it was really funny, but I had to pretend it wasn't because I felt so bad. Devaun was also shouting threats over the phone (they had gotten lost along the way), so I was a little scared for my life. Once a blond, always a blond?

On a happier note, I was feeling pretty thrifty/crafty so I bought this awful dress from D.I. and attempted to make it...less awful.

This picture is truly frumpy and embarrassing on many levels,
but here it is before :
And here it is after:


It's not fantastic, but for $4, I like it.
Plus, I added a ruffle.

By Popular Demand

Disclaimer: It's hard to make a music video when you're trying to be sneaky. Also, I'm not very good at it. That is all.


uhh and now the music is all off. Ignore that :)

For the Love

On Friday night, Jacob took me to a stake dance for grown-ups. He even matched his tie to my dress. There was fancy food, heart-shaped balloons and a swanky jazz band to boot. We pretended we were on "So You Think You Can Dance" and received dirty looks from the couples who met in Social Dance at BYU and knew a thing or two about how to Fox-trot or whatev.

If only we had friends, it would have been much more fun.

{we make dumb faces on purpose..kind of}

On Saturday morning, the boy "kidnapped" me and took me to breakfast in my PJs. Nobody ever did that to me for my birthday in high school, so I felt pretty cool. We also did a little door-bell ditching to leave his sister a secret treat. Double cool.

Later, we saw "New Moon" at the dollar theater. All I'm going to say is, I'm glad we didn't pay more than a dollar. At least I had something to talk to my thirteen-year-old girls about in Sunday School today.

This is how I show my love (+ a music video, starring me):

This is how Jacob shows his love (+flowers):

He knows me so well!

Growing Up and Liking It

That was the name of a puberty film my mom showed my sisters and I when I was probably 6.
It also applies to this post, which will likely be long, cliche, and cheesy. That's just how I feel right now!

This is Donelle "Powdow". When I think of Donelle, I picture a little girl in spandex shorts and an over-sized Tweety Bird t-shirt, who couldn't pronounce her "r"s.

She taught me how to climb tress (I'm secretly terrified of heights),
and we had many secret clubs together. Whenever we played servant and princess, I made her be the servant. She never even complained about it. That's probably why Megynn Caffall and I always fought over who got to play with her.
She hated when people called her cute, but really. Look at those cheeks.

Yesterday she was the cutest little bride I've ever seen, and I'm so happy for her! But how did we get so old?! I really feel like we should still be playing house and rollerblading through chalk cities. I guess marriage is just the grown up version of playing house, and she was always really good at that game.
But seriously, she is the most selfless, giving person I know and will make a perfect wife.

This is another of my close friends, Shelby.
I think everyone in our high school chemistry class hated us, because we were really chatty and giggly all the time. We also tried to make love triangles by sending secret notes to people in class. Oh ya, and we made twin moles named Mary Kate and Ashley "Mole"sen.


The other day, Shelby became a mom. I don't think I've ever been so happy for someone. It's hard to explain, but just seeing pictures of her new son and knowing that will be me soon enough (as in 2 years), makes me realize how amazing it is. Really, it's a miracle!

So I guess what I'm saying is that being a kid was really fun, but the more difficult stuff means more. I think my sister, Kami, had a similar post and said everything I'm thinking 234 times more eloquently. {yep, here}

Also,I can't be sure because I'm still very much a kid.

Check it out

This is the greatest.

p.s. thanks for the good dinner ideas!

Help

I don't hate cooking. I actually almost like it. It's just figuring out what to make that I hate. Oh and my lack supplies, time, and talent in that area. Ideas please?

I also hate when I'm about to donate blood and the lady says "Oh...your veins are tiny. I'm nervous."

This is Bowie to Bowie

We beat Zelda. So bitter-sweet. Imagine how you felt when you finished reading the 7th Harry Potter, but take it down a few notches. Yep. Don't make fun, I'm being serious.

In other news, I really love bows... All over the place.

Like in this shirt I want so I can look like Sailor Moon

Also love:




Karen Carpenter+her belt, necklace from my mom, and this girl's cute ring.


Plus my legs are bowed which is kinda cool, but mostly awkward. I think I just described my whole life.

oh yeah

Today in my D&C class, this kid next to me kept staring at my hands. I started thinking he was a total freak when I suddenly remembered that my fingernails look like this:

Vivianne came over last night, and we painted each other's nails.

She also got a kick out of "photobooth".

I love her, because her favorite things to say to Jacob are "away!" and "scared". (That sounds mean, but all my nieces and nephews love him more than me...it's only fair.)