Zombie

Thursday night I got to drive a spaceship...okay maybe it wasn't a spaceship but it sure looked like on from the inside. Maybe I need to rewind. My roomate Jalise has a brother that works up at the ski resorts up in Park City where he drives a Snow Cats for work. Don't feel stupid if you don't know what a Snow Cat is because I didn't know what one was either until about a week ago.  They are the giant machines that "groom" (Jalise always corrects me when I use the word shovel) the ski trails.

(Snow Cat)

We were invited to come up and ride in them, only problem was that the only time that we could go was in the middle of the night because that is when her brother grooms the trails.  Considering that this opportunity was too rare and exceptionally random to pass up, I was ok with going to work as a zombie the next day due to staying out until 3:30am.  So around 12am Jalise and I headed up to Park City.

Jalise calling AAA.

All I have to say is you know you are going to have a good time when you start off your night calling AAA.  I think that Jalise was just so excited when her brother pulled up in that massive machine that she left her keys in the ignition.  The best part was that she made sure to lock all the doors before doing so.  We made a quick call to AAA and then decided to go for a ride on the snow cats while we waited for the locksmith to come.

Me driving a Snow Cat

After driving around for awhile and hearing all about Snow Cats I got the chance to drive the Cat all by myself, a decision that was probably regretted by Jalises brother soon after I took control.  I decided that my turn was over around the time that I was told how much the Snow Cat cost.  Luckily I didn't wreck, break, or ruin anything.

After driving and taking lots of ridiculous pictures Jalise and I decided to head home.  I rolled into bed sometime after 3:30am or 4:00am.  I can't really remember I am pretty sure by then I was already asleep.  Surprisingly enough the next day at work wasn't too bad, other than being a living zombie.

Thursday March 31, 2011

Pink Snot

Pink Snot.
Normally I would be concerned, but considering I went to Hare Krishna Festival of Colors this weekend I don't think I will loose any sleep over it. I will admit I wasn't too excited to go this year. I had been to two of the previous years and I felt like I had had my share of powder thrown in my face.

First Year

Second Year

Over the years of going to Hare Krishna I had learned a few things...
1. Be very selective of when you open your mouth. I learned this one from Mason...

Ames, Justin, Mason

2. Crowd surfing is a bad idea. You will get dropped every time. On your head. Melia said she would get a picture of it but I really don't think I was up long enough for that to happen so this picture is all I got...


3. You can easily get lost in the crowd.

So with the third year there was a whole new set of lessons to learn...

It was a long walk from where we parked so about 1/4 of the way to the temple I started to get sick of walking. I spotted a truck and asked the driver if I could jump in the back. Thank goodness my bopsy twin, Nicole, was right there with me jumpin in on some random truck.

DuRk-A- DuRh. 

Bopsy 1 and Bopsy A. 

(Because with us there are no seconds.)

After awhile we decided that the truck wasn't going all that much faster than our friends, who were walking! So we jumped out.

Finally after walking forever we made it to the temple. The festival was fun and I am proud to say that I didn't get any powder in my eyes or mouth AND I didn't get dropped on my head. So far so good.



Anyways we had fun and decided to leave when it started to get really cold. As learned in previous years, it is easy to get lost in the crowd. Somehow our group got separated and it ended up being just me and Jalise. We figured that walking was for suckers and quickly jumped in the trunk of some random guys car.



They were super nice, we became fast friends, and they invited us to one of their shows at the Velour before dropping us off at our car. Thank goodness our car was unlocked because the other half of our group had the keys. Once reunited we decided that there was no better way to end our day than with a big juicy cheeseburger at Carls Jr.



Now that is what I call a productive Saturday.

March 26, 2011

Robble Robbleson

I am an impulsive person. I get really "stupid" a.k.a. fun ideas, and with very little thought, I do them. Well beginning of January I was reading with Thomas (one of the little boys I nanny) and I look up at his dresser and what do I see? 

A goldfish.

Suddenly I have a strong urge to have one. But not just any urge, I mean, I HAVE TO HAVE ONE. Stupid right? Immediately I text Nicole. Now here is the problem with that, Nicole is just as impulsive as I am. Now there are a few things I know, but none better than this...

Nicole+ Lindsey = stupid decisions

I think the problem with us being friends is that we are so similar in that neither one of us has rational thought of any sort. The slightest thing can trigger an idea, and neither one of us stops the other. Instead we egg each other on and the next thing you know we are flinging ourselves out of an airplane. But seriously...we did that once.

My mom keeps telling me that if Nicole and I keep hanging out we are both going to end up dead.

I'll take my chances.

Anyways, I text Nicole and then next thing you know we are at Petsmart. Everything gets a bit foggy from there all I know is that suddenly I am at Walmart buying a giant tubberware to put our new pet guinea pig in. That we almost immediately named Robble.





In this fog it never crossed my mind that Nicole and I are forbidden from having pets in our house. Fast forward to about a week ago. Mom comes to visit. Big trouble. Luckily I stashed Robble in my roomate Jalises bathroom sink for the short time my mom was over. Although I do enjoy the rush that I get from close calls, I have learned that you just don't mess with momma which led me to "ksl"ing the shiz out of Robble.


He is the cutest thing I have ever laid eyes on (and I am not just saying that because I am his mom) but Robble must go. Robble moves out on Saturday and he will be missed, but the time comes when your little bird has to fly out of the nest. I am going to miss my little boy.



P.S. My mom still doesn't know about this little incident. No worries I plan on telling her in about 30 years when we can all laugh about it mostly because she will be too old to get out of her wheelchair and beat the crap out of me.

Late Bloomer

So remember how I had the urge to buy a goldfish but ended up with a guinea pig instead? Life has a funny way of giving you what you want... I didn't just get one goldfish...

I got 84...

in my bathtub.

BAH BOY!

In order to understand how this all came about you would have to go back about 6 years to my junior year in high school. Prom night. That would be the night I spent with Nicole at Walmart because we were both losers and nobody wanted to ask us out. Ever since that night Nicole and I have talked about how we felt like we never really experienced high school thus never really emotionally graduated. Again life has a funny way of giving you what you want because it just so happened that our singles ward was putting on an 80's prom. Not my first choice but I will take what I can get.

The funny thing is that when the announcement was made that prom was going to be held, sitting right in the middle of Nicole and I was the one guy who had always said that he would have taken us to prom had he known us in high school. Shawn Larsen.



Like two crazy people Nicole and I, at the same time, immediately looked to Shawn like we were starving little Ethiopian children that saw piece of bread. I am sure Shawn freaked out inside when he saw the crazy in our eyes but let's be honest he couldn't have said no and made it out alive.

The only problem was

one guy

and

two girls.

Again luck struck and Jared (Nicole's brother) made the stupid mistake of telling me he would have asked me to prom had he known me in high school. Which brings us to the goldfish. All 84 of them.

I came home to a message on the white board out in our kitchen.




Upon entering my bathroom I see the fish with this little note...




I had officially been asked to prom at the age of 22. (And I don't count the time that that lesbian asked me to be her date to gay and lesbian prom.) I almost cried. Almost. Not only was I finally going to prom but I was going with Nicole and two of our best guy friends. I quickly responded with a candy bar poster that went something like this
I Pan!
(I taped a pan to the poster)
You can be my sugar daddy(insert Sugar Daddy here)
Ill be your lil' piece (insert Reeses Pieces here)
We can Mamba all night (insert Mamba there)
and I will shower you with kisses (tape a bag of Kisses here)

It was official! Then of course Nicole and I had all of the typical "prom things" to figure out. What dresses we were going to wear, makeup, where we were going to go to dinner, etc.

Nicole and I tried our best to hide the crazy. I would say we did pretty well other than that one night around 2am when things got really weird, but we won't speak of that. Oh and there might of been a time where I creeped Jared out all the way up until prom. I decided to act like a typical highschooler around him all the way up until the special day. Hey! I had to get the full experience. He was a good sport by playing along.

Anyways, I started to mildly freak out because I didn't think I was going to find a dress until Nicole came home from the D.I. with a $6.00 circus tent that was supposedly a dress. I tried it on and I seriously looked like a tube of toothpaste. I wish I had a before picture because Nicole is a miracle worker she turned that pillowcase into a beautiful dress.

We were all set! We had our dresses, dates and so we were off to dinner. We decieded to go to Macaroni Grill afterwhich we went to the dance with only about a half hour or so left. (The boys wanted to make it as much like a real prom as they could). And of course they said that they had "curfews" to stick to.

Me, Jared, Nicole, Shawn, Jalise, Spencer

Me and Jared

After the dance the boys did the whole doorstep scene, even though they were coming inside with us to hang out. After acting out the most awkward doorstep scene that we possibly could (with everyone in the car still watching us) I went inside. When the door closed I had officially graduated, 6 years later. Let's just say I am a little slower than most.

March 19, 2011