The Carey Curl Craze

I have always had curly hair, when I was a blonde youngin' I had long wavy locks of love. Although in the past, I had grown up always hating my curly hair, and always envying all the girls that were blessed with perfectly straight hair. Then, the hair straigthener was invented and I was so grateful that I wouldn't have to go another day with oddly shaped hair. After pretty much straightening my hair every day in high school, I one, probably had the most unhealthy hair known to man, and two, never noticed how curly my hair was. I had forgotten. It took me after several years after and some camping trips later to know that my hair is extremely curly, and I believe has gotten curlier than when I was a young girl. So now I have embraced my curly hair and have developed a theory.

MY HAIR HAS A MIND OF IT'S OWN

Some days the curl can be somewhat managed, but for those days that volume and curls are the words of the day I tend to resemble this lady....

Not just Mariah Carey, current day, but Mariah Carey from the 90's. So I then decided that those wild curly days are now considered my "Mariah Carey Hair Day." These curls cannot be tamed people! They are out of control, no hair product or tool can mend these curls. They are their own army and win every time. For those that hang out with me on a regular basis, will all know and back up my stand on my Mariah Carey Curls. I don't hate those days, they just make me laugh. And I have decided today...

  IS A MARIAH CAREY HAIR DAY AND LOVIN' IT!

(and yes I did start busting out my "Honey" lyrics in this picture.)

It's coming to an end. And I am sad.

Well I thought I'd start with saying that the other day I filled my stomach with this delicious breakfast. Just part of a well rounded breakfast right? Sugar being the main food group of course. But my trip to Kneaders makes me realize that I only have a few more chances in order to fill my belly with this sweetness. Then, it made me realize that it's all coming to an end. My time in Utah is almost up and I feel like I wasn't given enough time. I've decided this now, that this is the worst feeling in the world. I have now realized that the tables have turned. I went from moving to California, missing Utah. To visiting Utah, and missing California. And now living in California, missing Utah over the past five years. This is not a good situation to be in, I am so confused.

NOW WHAT?

I am in quite the pickle. I can't move to Utah, because I'm still in school. But I graduate in a year, will I be able to get a job in Advertising in Utah? Career, Money, Love, Family, Happiness? BLAH! I hate being an adult, and having to make a lot of long life choices that could effect my future whatever way I choose to go.

I guess I am thankful that I was able to spend the summer here, with my family and love. I got to spend the summer with friends, the boyfriend, and joining in fun family events that I haven't been a part of in 5 years. I needed this time away from California to kind of realize what I really needed. I love Utah, and I am so glad that I grew up here. I wouldn't take back any of the stupid and crazy things I did growing up here. The countdown begins, to me leaving. 2 weeks. Don't worry Utah, I'll be home for Christmas.

Baby, Baby, Baby, NO!

Well, I left my house yesterday and found a baby at the end of the neighbor's driveway. Awkward much?

This one time.

Remember this one time at the Lone Peak Basketball game, in high school when I accidentally ended up hanging from the basketball hoop, and everyone laughed at me? Me too, oh what great embarrassing memories. (or maybe it was the Timp game? Whatever.)

Read this.

You won't be let down. If you like the show House, you'll love this. I read it so fast. I highly recommend it.

Hulk Boy

 I was reminded of a story last night. My brother and I were sharing some of our own hilarity filled stories across the dinner table which led to long lengths of silent laughter (you know, where you are laughing so hard that you can't catch your breath to the point where noise can not escape your mouth). I shared this story, and now I will share it with those who are willing to read.  I always forget that this happened to me, and sometimes I feel like this only would happen to me. The subject of Hulk Boy pops up every now and then and realize how hilarious it really was. Shall I share?

Years ago, I was in a relationship that was a bit unhealthy. It basically was coming to an end. After a week of separation, and contemplating what I should do about the matter, we met up at a local park one night to "talk." It was dark, and there were still some people playing basketball, as we occupied one of the picnic tables. I came to the conclusion that things were just not going to work out, the other side of the argument was not too pleased with this decision on my part AT ALL. Out of rage, the other stands up, throws their hat down, and starts storming away from me... and proceeds in ripping their shirt off much like the image above. In a state of shock, I look around me to see if I was not the only eye witness to this absurdness. Afterwards, out of courtesy, I picked up the hat and decided to return it to its owner. As I walk away in confusion,

"You're not going to talk to me?"
(Well sir, if you haven't taken some crazy pills that concluded you in ripping off your shirt like Hulk Hogan, maybe I would know what to say)
"I don't know what to say, you just ripped your shirt off!"

I then decided to return a key that was given to me a few weeks beforehand, and instead of taking the keys, this one decides to throw the key out into the dark abyss of the park to then befriend that torn and tattered shirt. Well, this became a lot easier than I thought.  Thus, leading me to the name Hulk Boy, thank you for my moments of laughter now.  I used to think that things like this wouldn't happen to people, but apparently they always end up becoming a reality for me.

All I can say after this little episode is that a homeless person has an extra layer for the winter months of California and possibly the chance of a new home to live in.

Kiss me you fool

I think I could kiss this face forever. Even when he kisses me like:

•a fish

•a grandpa
•a Japanese cartoon character
•like we're from Gone with the Wind

yes please!
And even if I die from laughter every time you do, please sir I want some more!

Tuesdays on a Wednesday!

So my current lover and I had a conversation a long time ago about what day we would meet the person we love? We collectively decided that Tuesdays are the best days to fall in love. Why you ask? Well that's because Tuesday is the most neglected day of the week, that something so grand and unexpected would most likely happen on that day. Mondays are always so dreadful, Wednesdays you're practically half-way through the work week "hump day," Thursdays are "college fridays," and Fridays and Saturdays are expected weekend fun. Sundays are church of course. So when is there time to fall in love? Tuesdays of course! So I've been fond of Tuesdays lately. Although, I know that today is Wednesday, but I had yet to experience my full potential of Tuesdays, so posting on a Tuesday I wouldn't have my full experience of Tuesday by then. So this is what I love today, well yesterday and some most of the days:

•Coca cola
•Chubby babies
•Fat animals
•Cold cereal
•Audrey Hepburn
•Cookies
and....that one boy! (who I most likely met on a Tuesday)

So....did we meet on a Tuesday?