My Sweet Grandmother

My sweet great grandmother passed away this morning and I am a bit nostalgic and weepy this morning. I kind of wanted to write a bit about her and what she meant to me, so if you are this far and are vomiting in your mouth stop reading now.

Karma lived in Ogden, in the cutest little duplex, the entirety of my life. I remember going over there and helping with puzzles that lay on her coffee table, then pasting them onto cardboard and finding any space on a wall in her cement basement. There must have been over a hundred puzzles hanging on the walls. Then we would turn on the record player and put I Don't Want a Ricochet Romance on so it filled the basement and our ears. While one of us was on the little dancing board the other of my sisters would sing and laugh and dance around. After complete exhaustion we would gather some ice cream out of her deep freezer and sit outside and listen to the creek as we ate.

Snake weed grows in the creek and so we would have boat races down it to see whose hit the drain first. We also would get in it and float down when we were still small and the water seemed so deep. And every week a man would come and clean out the drain and pile the wreckage on the cement beside it. It was fascinating to watch.

Grandma had a huge doll collection which included not only porcelain dolls but classics like Marilyn Monroe, Elvis, and even Mr. T. We were allowed to play with some of them but only with Karma looking on and if we put them back in her doll cabinet. In that same room was an organ that you could run a song through and it would light up the keys when you were suppose to push certain note. The faster you pushed, the faster the accompaniment would go, so it would speed up and slow down. I thought I was pretty hot stuff and would make my grandmothers listen from the other room as I whipped my way through the entirety of her music library.

Until today I had two great grandmothers living and all my grandparents. No death has immediately effected me and so I am a novice at this. I miss her greatly already and its silly because I only saw her on occasion. One thing it does though, is make me appreciate the time I have with the ones I love, so cliche, and yet so true. The big picture always becomes more focused when such events happen, and living life to the fullest becomes a reborn quest. I only hope that one day my cd player will be the symbol of a deep relationship with my grandchildren as that old record player was for my great grandmother, Karma, and me.

Conclusion: "The Cook" Wins!

I just wanted to write about my reaction to the defeat of David Archuletta on American Idol. As an avid Idol viewer I have strong feelings for the little guy, but also to the show in general. First and foremost : Archuletta rocks my socks. He is like Daron Williams in Jr. Jazz, if you know what I'm saying. He never missed a note and his innocent smiles and huge eyes made every woman over twenty want to grab him and cradle his head into her bosom and sing lullabies. What an infant success!

However much I love Archuletta, I think that "The Cook" deserved the victory. Not only can the guy sing, but he mixed it up a bit and suprised us every week. When exactly did I fall in love and become a huge fan of "The Cook?" Two words for you, Billy Jean! It was hot! Cook's boots, however, are not. You can spot that kid comin from a block away just by the croc skin shouting at you. I am definitley a fan.

Finally, I love Simon, Paula should shut up and sit down, and Randy could read the phone book and I would be a happy camper.

Still as 14 as I Can Be

I recently moved to Salt Lake, away from a college town, and in my mind into adult world. Heaven bless was I wrong. Here is why:

• There are no decorations on the walls
• We don't have anything to put our tiny TV on
• The TV has no channels yet
  
• My mom is three minutes away
• I sleep on a twin bed

But really, here is the kicker, don't be jealous.

• I have to jump into bed because my bed is on cinder blocks!

I know I am where I am supposed to be, and doing about what I am supposed to be doing, so my only conclusion is that God has a twisted sense of humor and likes to fake me out. . . "Psych!"

The Past Month

End of School-Graduating

• Rocked my finals
• Said goodbye to Provo for at least a year
• Ate nothing but candy and slurped nothing but Coke
• Kissed someone I probably shouldn't have
• It snowed

Florida-The Warmest Ever!

• Got tan
• Didn't pay for any theme parks
• Got tan
• Ate four Mickey ice cream ears- OH MY HELLA-GOOD!
• Got tan
• Body surfed
• Got tan
• Disney is freaking MAGICAL. . .don't be a hater!

Moved to SLC Officially

• Became a real adult
• Losing my tan
• Looking for a job
• Becoming whiter by the minute
• Freak Anna out, cuz she's not used to living with people
• Praying brown will last
• Doing laundry at my mom's. . .wow I am such a grown up

These are just a few highlights in the fast times of my life...how anyone would't want to BE me is unfathomable!

Done and Done!

I just took my last final at BYU ever, and my last final for an undergrad degree, and my last final of this week of hell, and my last final. . .

Then I came home to an apartment that is all packed up and bare and nobody home.

So I ate some icecream.

I sure know how to celebrate!

My Milkshake is Better than Yours

I have been as of late in California, which is posted all over my facebook if you had no idea. . .you did, admit it. Anywho, interesting story as I was in California is about to appear all over your screen. . .don't fight it.

Ali and I were going down to breakfast in our not-so-ghetto hotel and were just going to grab food and take it up to our room, little did we know that the breakfast Nazi were staring us down and ready to pounce at any sight of comida leaving the breakfast area. The problem? Anna had to eat!

So as we are sitting at our table enjoying the tiniest of bagels, Ali slips a crinkley package of Fruit Loops down her pants. . .Anna should be grateful for sure!! Then, to my amazement she looks around for people looking and shoves a bagel in her bra. I couldn't let her do all the work, so I got some milk for the cereal and pretended to be drinking it as we headed, noisily, back to our room.

Where does the story get good? Right now! Ali rounded a corner to head up the stairs and almost slams into a woman coming the opposite direction. In my heart I did a shoosh and wipe of the forehead, I couldn't really do it because I was carrying milk you know. So as I turned my head from looking at the almost accosted woman, I rounded the corner and bam! Fourteen year old girl had no clue she was about to have skim milk dripping down the front of her new American sweater!

The look on her face was a mix of shock and anger as she penetrated into my soul with her rage. I apologized profusely and asked if I could get her some napkins (I had no milk on me). Her mother in a surge of rapid fire words. . .and not English. . .told her daughter to go change and looked at me as if I was the Pope damning her daughter to Hell for all time.... Silly Europeans!

Right on Your Lap!

Colors are fun
Megan is too!
So this is an update poem,
Just For YOU!!

Hare Krishna was quite claustrophobic
My lungs felt like I was doing aerobics
Megan was green, Sheri was blue
I thought I had a bloody nose but it just wasn't true

At parties where friends bring friends
We sometimes wish our lives would ends
Adios muchachos, later, we'll see ya. . .
with Eskimos living large in Argentina!

Class is great, especially dance
I am SUPA hot in my really tight pants
All I want is to rock your soul
but let's be honest, I am out of control

This is what I do,
I sit on you . . . right on your head
If you don't believe me,
ask the Determined Indians
who are Now Free!