Stressin'

It is midterm week and my stress level looks a lot like this...


Sure, I could bore you with the same sad college story of taking one of the hardest classes I've ever taken, that I wake up in the middle night panicking over my pharmacology grade, or that my face looks like I just started puberty. But I refuse to bore you with that.

For shiz and giggles I'm going to let you guys know who I would like to punch in the face right now. Giving a good punch to the face will always make me feel a little less stressed. So here goes nothing.

Top four people who deserve a good beat down

Angelina Jolie

Am I the only one on this planet who sees through her bull crap? I don't understand why people support someone who is a home wrecker and has far too many kids from all over the world. Is she trying to create her own it's a small world after all? I'm not buying it. Really, she deserves a good beat down just for being in all of the Tomb Raider movies.

Miley Cyrus

Babies die, and my ears bleed when she sings. She also isn't the best role model out there, just google image search her and you will understand what I'm talking about. She needs to do us all a favor and leave the entertainment business for good.

Carrie Prejean

She goes around saying how she is a good Christian and loves God BUT she poses nude for pictures, judges people because they are gay, and has several sex tapes. Do I need to say anything else?

and last but not least...

My home wrecker of a co-worker

What I wouldn't give to seriously beat this girl up. Her actions and choices are so disgusting, and somehow I am lucky enough to have to watch this every day at the office. I can't believe she is an adult, but acts like the teenager slut.

Thats all I can really say about that.

I feel better already.

Wish me luck on my midterm tonight. I'll need it.

Oh Mom!

Sometimes I find little gems of my mom that reminds me of our silly relationship together. All of this is so important because it keeps her alive. I always want to keep her laughter and spirit with me. Always.

So I'm sure you could picture the massive grin on my face when I saw this comment my mom made on my blog a year ago today.


The post was about gay marriage. And although her and I had our differences on hot topics we always stayed best friends. If only I could go back in time a year ago and squeeze her with love!

Love you Mom!

Brownie Points

This post has been a year in the making, and I feel the need to take some time out to remember it.

On October 25th 2008 I was a nervous wreck. I woke up early, even though it was a Saturday. Running into the bathroom I checked my face out. Great, is that a pimple on my forehead? It doesn't matter now. Today is today, and there is no turning back.

To get my mind off things I spend my morning cleaning and helping my dad around the house. He often gives me a hard time about my anxiety. When we went to lunch he couldn't help but notice my lack of an appetite.

"Whats so stressful about this one?" He asks me.

"I don't know, it just feels different this time." I reply.

Before I knew it the time had come, he was here whether I liked it or not. The door bell rang, and I tried to block out the giggling and window peaking upstairs. When I opened the door the first thing I saw was bright blue eyes. I then noticed his clothes and immediately started looking at his eyes again (ha ha).

He opened my door - brownie points.

We went to the Utah Museum of Fine Arts for our first date.

He thought of something more original then dinner and a movie - brownie points.

We both seemed nervous, but once we got to looking around our conversation just started to flow. We laughed, commented, and admired all sorts of art there.

He didn't crowd me, or talk my ear off - brownie points.

After seeing all there was at the museum, we went to a near by training table for dinner. We both ordered and sat down.

He didn't argue with me on paying for the food - brownie points.

And although his eating habits were a little sloppy, I was intrigued by his life and stories that he told so well.

He had me laughing - brownie points.

I don't think I've had a better first date then that. How lucky am I that he kept me around for an entire year? Although I am opposed to doing "anniversary" things before you are married, Brandon insisted I let him take me out on a date. We went to color me mine where we painted each other mugs.

before after

It was fun to relax for a few hours and just paint. Apparently we have an art theme to uphold in future years.

On a more serious note Brandon is one of the best things that has ever happened to me. We have been through more then any young couple deserves to go through. Because of that we are stronger then I have ever seen for a young couple. This love is nothing like I thought it would be. We don't have dramatic fights. No need to confess our love for one another. Life seems a lot easier when he is around. I feel like I can do whatever I want and he wouldn't hold me back. There are no boundaries or limitations with us, only blue skies ahead. For the first time I know what love feels like. It isn't a lightening bolt of love. It is time and consistency that over a while grows like a callus on your heart. Once you notice the new addition to your heart, there is no removing it without being permanently scarred.

Just the other night while at school I passed a pharmacology math test I never thought I would be able to defeat. I burst with joy while running to my car then stopped suddenly when I remembered I couldn't call my mom to tell her the good news. I fell to my knees in a dark parking lot next to my car and sobbed. I wanted to call her worse then anything else on this earth. I wanted to hear her jump up and down and scream for joy over me accomplishing something we both worked so hard to achieve. As I got into my car I talked to her, and told her that I was doing it! I was living our dream, I was very much alive and had many things to be thankful for. For the first time out loud I told my mom Brandon meant everything to me. This was no longer puppy love, he was the one I wanted to spend my forever with. I put all my eggs in his basket, jumped in with both feet, and have no regrets. I told her I was sorry he took her spot in a weird way, but that she was always going to be my mother. No one could take her away from that. Once I whispered her those words I felt an urge to call Brandon and celebrate my math conquering! Brandon brings me hope, a desire to be more then what I am now. I owe him everything.

Here is to another gazillion years of us, if he will keep me around that long.

:)

Post Halloween '09

Reggie so was gracious to help me clean up after our Halloween party.

Halloween '09

This year I was suckered into hosting my first Halloween party. I get anxiety over doing parties because I'm always convinced not a lot of people will come and it will be boring. Luckily this year I pulled it off (with flying colors if I say so myself)! A lot of people came and had a great time from what I saw. Brandon and I spent the day decorating.




This really is just going to be a picture overload of some of the awesome costumes people came in. Thank in advance to Brandon for letting me take some of his pictures as well.

[Miss Piggy and Superman]

[Sexy teacher and a ninja turtle]

[The spirit]

[My favorite hippy]

[Ghost busters and their handmade costumes]

[The police officer and black mail]

[Helga and Miss Muffet]

[The sexy pregnant school girl, cool nerd, and ref]

[Sexy prego school girl and jail breaker]

[Fairy, hobo clown, and the mad scientist]

[The spirit and Miss Muffet]

[Jen, Ninja Turtle, Angel, and Miss Muffet]

[Everyone lounging around]

Reggie this year was a bumble bee.






He didn't have a problem wearing the costume, until he found out that wings were hanging off the side of him. Once he discovered that, the fun was over.




On actual Halloween night I kicked back with Brandon and Trent and made some caramel apples while watching Halloween movies.




Over all, I'd say it was an awesome Halloween this year. I'm grateful for everyone who came and made it awesome. I wonder how I'll top it for next year?

Larry

As usual my mom and I were running late to church on a chilly Sunday morning. My mom probably had a legitimate reason to be late. I on the other hand was purposely taking my time. In my high school days I never felt like waking up to leave for church.

"Rachel! Are you ready yet?"

"Almost mom! I just have to do my hair."

Looking myself in the mirror I start to curl my hair. After hearing my mom yell down the stairs to hurry up twice, I grabbed my shoes from my room. Hopping on one foot while trying to get your other high heel on is never as easy as it looks. Right in the middle of me grabbing my scriptures the door bell rings and I freeze.

What the?

"I got it mom!"

Running up the stairs I make it to the front door and peer through the peep hole to find nothing. Opening the door I step outside to see no one around. Who door bell ditches on a Sunday morning? I did however notice the big white paper bag sitting on the door step. Picking it up I was surprised with how heavy it was. I put the white bag on the kitchen counter top and stuck my hand into the bag.

Wait... that doesn't feel right...

Looking into the bag I immediately withdraw my hand and scream.

"MOOOOOOOOOM!"

Before I knew it she was running down the stairs at my screams.

"What is it?"

My mom looks into the bag and is shocked as well.

"Is that a lobster?!?" She screams.

"Sure looks like one to me!"

"Who would leave a lobster on the doorstep?" She asks.

As soon as the sentence leaves her mouth the white bag starts moving.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Both of us squealing at the top of our lungs isn't helping the situation. So we decided to leave to church and deal with the lobster later.

"What do we do with the little bugger until then? We can't just leave him in the bag."

My mom is right. We couldn't just leave him sitting on the counter. So I came up with the brilliant idea to fill up the tub with water and put the lobster in it. While sitting next to the tub my mom reminds me that lobsters can't live in regular water, they live in salt water.

"I'll go get the salt." I say while leaving the water running. Rummaging through the spice cabinet I grabbed the salt and hesitantly picked up the white bag as well. My mom takes the salt and starts to pour it into the tub water. Both of us realized this was silly, but what other choice did we have? At this point we were over an hour late for church. Finally the water was finished and my mom and I just stared at each other in the bathroom.

"Ok, put Larry in the water" I say.

"You named him?"

"Yeah, Larry the Lobster of course."

"Well, I'm not touching him."

"Me either! Wait, I have an idea."

Getting the kitchen broom I tip the white bag into the water. And use the broom to scoop Larry into the water.

Splash! He is in the tub and the girlish screaming continues, along with some jumping up and down. We both finally leave to church and are dying to tell our family about the news. When we get home my mom makes a few calls and realizes that other family members have received little Larry's at their doorsteps as well. Obviously, it had to be our prankster uncle Rich.

"What do we do with him then?" I ask my mom.

"Well, looks like we'll be having lobster for Sunday dinner!"

Secret Sunday

This weeks secret -

I thought I was brave enough to watch a scary movie on Halloween night, but ended up being completely frightened. And when I say frightened I mean the kind that makes you vomit, toss and turn all night, and wish your mommy was there to comfort you.

Next year, there will be no scary movies.