Christmas Festivities!

Ah Christmas!

It was great this year.

I feel as I get older it get's less and less exciting every year, but I still always manage to have fun :)

We had our annual Speechly Christmas Eve Party, so fun!

(Me and Cousin Amy)

(It's not a party at the Speechly's without the player piano, playing Christmas tunes all night!)

Christmas morning at 7 AM (not too bad, I thought the chitlins would have been up by 5)

Opened all the gifts.

Ate a scrumdidliumptious breakfast made by my wonderful mother.

Played Beatles Rock Band on our new Wii that we FINALLY got after all these years. Yeah it's been played every night since. And yes I'm totally getting in the upper 90 percentile on guitar and drums AND singing. But maybe the guitar and drums were played in easy :D Haha

(Yes, Christmas did indeed throw up in our home)

Went to Gma Bruce's abode to get our Christmas gifts, thanks Grandma!

Ate some Christmas dinner (just sandwiches but man were they yummy!)

Then Marishka and I were off to see a movie. Tradition.

We saw Sherlocke Holmes. WOW WOW WOW.

Can I just say that Robert Downey Jr. is my boyfriend? Ok thanks.

And that was that! Christmas!

I hope your's was fabulous also! Happy New Year!!!!

(Haley don't shoot me for putting this picture on please!)

Worky

I work at HairMax AKA HurrMax

It's fun stuff!

We take plenty of pictorials. I honestly don't know how we get away with it, especially because these ones were taken while a lady stood there pondering which nail polish color would make her nails more splendiferous for the Holidays.

It's good times.

I've always wanted to do one of those awesome jumping pictures of awesomeness. Yep, didn't quite work. We rule at life sometimes.

Obviously I've been hitting the gym HARD.

We're not sisters

P.S. Christmas is in 4 days. Get excited, get very, verrrry excited!

Midnight at Wally-World

What do you do on a Friday night after you go see this guy preform?

You go to the land of Wal-Mart.

It was good times.

There was scandal. Humor. Tears. Happiness.

First of all, Marishka and I found our boyfriend, Eddie.

Second of all I found food. From the Deli. Sitting. On a box. At midnight. In Wal-Mart.

Third of all Wal-Mart sucks. They have moved EVERY flippin' piece of crap to the other side of the blasted store! Was that really necessary Doug McMillon? Honestly. You made me frown.

Fourth of all, my sister got the best text of all time. So. I slapped her. It was out of pure love and excitement mind you.

Fifth of all. Wal-Mart closes their dressing rooms from 11PM to 7AM. Uh No Bueno. Marishka was so brave and slid under the doors in her skirt, just so that we could try on our Miley Cyrus clothes. We both made purchases. It was worth the breaking of a rule.

Now it's 1:54 AM and I should be sleeping since I have to go to worky in the mornin' time. Bleh.

Oh and P.S. I have to give the lesson in Relief Society on Sunday. First time ever. Kinda really nervous and really not wanting to do it.

Got any pointers for me all you wonderful women out there who have taught to other women before? Suggestions would be greatly appreciated.

The flight from Hell

I'm still here, and my plane leaves in about 6 hours, Boooo.

But here is what happened:

Day 1:

I woke up at 3:30 AM to make my flight. The whole night I was feeling kinda crummy, and was worried about being sick on the long flight, but by the time I woke up I was feeling fine.

So my dad drove me to the airport and I went to Gate A1 because that's what it told me on my ticket. So as I'm sitting there, I am seeing all these people with cowboy hats on so i'm feeling that this is the correct place. I hear over the intercom "Flight so-and-so to Dallas is now boarding". I'm utterly confused at this point because the door isn't open and there are no attendants. What the...

So I ran over to Gate A3 right as the door was about to close and ask them where the Dallas flight is, and they informed me that I am standing right in front of it, Gate A3. (It totally did NOT say that on my ticket). So I quickly get on the plane.

I am sitting there by the window seat waiting for the plane to take off so that I can get some sleep. I think we taxi'd around for about a half hour, no bueno.

The flight attendant comes around and offers us some drinks, I ordered a coke because I was feeling ill. Not a good idea.

I got some Bad A heart burn and felt terrible. The plane was about to land, so It kept diving low then kind of balanced out (you know what I mean right?). Yikes!

I grabbed the vomit bag and started breathing into it. It was not working. The vomit as in my throat. Did I swallow it or just let it come out? I didn't even have time to really consider this before all my coke, stomach acid and a few chips were up-chucked into this bag, (sorry for the visualization)

I was laying forward with my head on the back of the seat and holding the bag of barf over the floor. I began to feel it get lighter, I was thinking it was something to do with the pressure in the plane or something. Then I start to feel this cold spew of what I thought was air, on my foot. I look down, and much to my dismay, there was vomit spewing EVERYWHERE! What the crap!

I was boggled, there was barf all over my laptop, my purse, the floor, the seat in front of me, the side of the plane, and yes, my foot! I politely asked the man next to me if i could use is bag, he gave it to me and I put my bag inside of it.

Holy Geez! What kind of vomit bag has a hole in it?!

So I waited for everyone to get off the plane and told the ladies about it, they gave me a paper towel with club soda on it and had me get on my hands and knees to clean it up.

Then the lady says to me "You know if your going to throw up you need to let someone know before the flight so that they can give you a plastic bag!" (ok maybe she didn't yell it, but she was snotty about it" Ok, umm yeah I KNOW when i'm going to throw up lady! freak!

Anyways, I got off the plane, and my phone had no service. Steph was nowhere to be found and I had no bag for my laptop because it was soaked in you know what so I threw it away.

So I was having a difficult time holding my laptop, my purse and my coat, which made it hard for me to get my luggage. I tried to use the phone they had there but it would't work either.

I was afraid I was stranded at the airport and that steph went to the wrong gate (since my ticket had the wrong gate)

I went outside and waited. I heard my phone ringing, Service! It was steph, she was waiting for me, drumroll.....at the wrong gate.

She finally got there and we drove home, and had a wonderful rest of the day/evening.

I will post the rest of the week later, I had no idea how long it would take me to type a retarded story about my flight, sheesh.

P.S. I took those pictures while in flight and I hate posts without pictures. So I put these on. The don't really have anything to do with the story I told, nor do they belong in the area of the post that they were placed. It was done out of a random need for pictures.

Leavin' on a Jet Plane!

(This picture was taken on my MacBook Pro...Cool Huh?!)

I'm going to TexAss to see my sister 'til Tuesday. It should be super fun, except for the fact that it's 11:31 PM and I have to be awake in 3 hours so that I can make my flight at 6 AM. Stupid I tell you, STUPID!

Well here's goodbye. I shall post many wonderful pictures upon my arrival back to

UT-freakin cold-AH.

Don't be jealous that I'll be spending my days in the low 60's while your trying to keep warm in the bitter 10 degree weather we've been so lucky to have.

Sooo...

I went to Mojo's tonight, in Ogden, to see my friend Amir preform. It was pretty amazing. I think I might go back, but I shall steer away from the weirdies.

Marishka, would you like to join me sometime? Kthanks :)

Oh p.s. I totally won this shirt. Don't be jealous.

Please look past my nastiness in this pictorial.

Done!

My very first semester at Weber State University has ended. How exciting is that?! Very exciting!

This is how it went dowwwn on Monday the 7th of December.

I woke up ready to take tests! I arrived at school at 11:00, my first final was at 11:30. So I sat around and waited for my class to show up (specifically Zach).

One by one they come in.

Zach doesn't come until meh, 1 minute or so until the exam starts. Bogus.

Let me give you a quick briefing about zach. He is my interest AKA I have my eye on him.

Zach and I are friends. We talk in the hall before class starts, and during class he is always smiling at me and I constantly find him staring at me. He has not gotten my number from me. Why is that you ask? Well I would like to know that for myself.

So I was hoping he would get my digits before the final began, or that he would at least sit by me while we were taking the final so that he could ask me for it (that didn't work out because all the seats around me were taken (yes i'm that popular HA! ;))), or that he would ask me for it after the final. No none of this happened. What the H. So I was taking my sweet time on my final hoping that we could finish at the same time and would walk out together and he could freaking ask me. But nooooo, he finished his freakin essay in an hour! Sheesh! So as he Stands up we make eye contact and do you know what he does?! He smiles and does the "I love you" sign in ASL. Whaaaa? At this point Im debating whether I should go make-out with him or slap him. I chose neither. So he walks out of the classroom, we all as a class say goodbye to Zach and I haven't seen him since. I should've just chucked a piece of paper with my number on it at the back of his head during the final....Shoulda'.

Anyways....So I'm thinking I probably did a swell job on my Final Essay for English.

But then I still had to take a math final. Pahahahaha! Math! Yeah right!.

So my math final was from 3:30-5:20.

Walked in, sat down, talked to friends, said our goodbyes, got the test, looked at the test, preteneded I knew all the answers, finished about half the test, pretended I was really smart and walked confidently up to the teacher after an hour, and handed her my Final.

I BOMBED it. I'm about 102% positive that I failed the class. Grrrr...math! It needs to die.

So after I walked out of the class, I stepped into the North Pole. It was freeeeeezing!

My class was up in Lind Lecture. In other words, on the top of the mountain. I had to walk down to base camp AKA the Institute parking lot.

As I was making my way down, my fingers and toes were starting to become numb. And I soon began to feel like Lloyd Christmas and Harry (Dumb and Dumber) When they are on the little motorcycle to Aspen and their snot is frozen to their upper lip. Yep, that was me. My nose was definitely runnin' but somewhere on the way down the snot froze. Sick? yes.

All in all, it was a good day. Passed two out of 3 classes. Yippy!

The end.

P.s. sorry this post was so ridiculously long. my bad.

Friendlies are Forever

I kinda really enjoy my friends.

I have a small group of them and consider them as being a part of my Friendly. (Family for friends).

One of these friends in my friendly is Marissa. Wow. Marissa and I have been BFF's since 2nd grade. She was new in the neighborhood and had just moved here from Orem, UT. I remember walking up to her at recess and asking her name because i'd noticed that she was new. She told me her name and where she lived, and I knew that she must be the girl that moved in across the street from me. We have been the best of friends ever since.

Marissa (Marishka) lives in Logan, UT now and is in her 3rd semester at USU. She is incrediably smart and I would have her cheat for me on all my homework and tests if I could, because I know she should get me an A.

Anywhoodle, I we don't really hang out anymore because she lives oh so far away...not really but kinda.

But this weekend she came down! YAY! We always have fun. And so here are some pictorials of our adventures. Arby's, Red Robin, Nibley, her room, and the Men's Volleyball team at USU please enjoy :)

"Nibleh" UT
She's very special :)

Marishka drew this on iDoodle.
Marissa's super clean room
At the USU Men's Volleyball game.

"Reeeeeed Robin, Yummm"