Gardening gardener.

Summer days are here and being thrilled is an understatement. Of course I still need to finish my summer block classes first to have it be OFFICIALLY summer, but nonetheless, I. Am. Thrilled. Speaking of school, it is cray cray to think that my youngest sister just graduated! Wow. I am old. It was so fun watching her get her diploma. My little baby is just growing up. I am excited for her to take classes because unfortunately I still have Math and Biology to take care of and we will be in those classes together! Embarassing, but fun. Anyways back to summer, there are lots of reasons of course why I am so thrilled that it is the lazy season, but my most favorite one is the fact that I get start planting my garden again this year. Yes folks, I am a gardener. Not a joke, not hipster, I have just enjoyed it ever since I was a little kid and it is something that I can hopefully have in my own home. A lot of my memories are helping and watching my grandpas work in their garden and I can't tell you how satisfying and AMAZING it feels to watch something that you helped grow!... and then eat it. Surprisingly I love getting my hands and feet dirty from the soil and I feel extremely accomplished after a hard days work. Also, the only reason why I get even a smidge of color on my skin is from being outside taking care of those babies, it is such a good excuse to just be outside and enjoy nature (I promise this is not hipster). I am lucky though because both sets of my grandparents are excellent in this "field" (get it?! FIELD) so I have aquired plenty of professional advice pertaining to this experience which means that my green beans will be nothing short of their prime. Although my garden is not quite as big as theres, it will most definately do and I still love it. This year I decided to plant carrots, watermelon, cantelope, and green beans along with the up keeping of my raspberry bushes (for those of you who were interested in knowing:)). I hope they will work out, that is my hope for all you fellow gardeners out there, best wishes and may the gardening odds be ever in your favor.

My Mom

Happy Mommas day to the prettiest gal on this earth, my Mom CarylAnn. I know it is kind of cliche and reapetitive to write about your Mom on Mothers Day, but this gal ain't ashamed because not only is she absolutely beautiful on the inside-out, she is the most selfless person that I have ever met. Nothing is ever about her, everything she does is for the benefit of my family and others, I don't know one person who takes their gift cards to Ikea (one of her favorite stores, mind you) and comes home with something for you instead. I don't know how my Mom hasn't been raised to heaven like the city of Enoch, I think it is because Heavenly Father knows that I still need her here. Hopefully someday I can be just like her and if that day ever comes, then I will be set for the eternities. Anything that is good in me is because of my Mom. Beauty is an understatement when it comes to my Mom but not just on the outside, on the inside as well. I have so many memories of when I was little watching her get ready for the day and hoping that one day I could be and do what she was doing, or dressing like her with a purse and all, hand in hand at the super market, or playing dollys and saying and doing the same things that she would do to me. Even to this day, I look to Mom for everything. I was pretty lucky to because when I was a teenager I don't really remember ever getting into too many fights with her, in fact, she was my best friend and still is, I mean, I text her just to say hi! I find this extremely lucky because even to this day, I hear girls and some guys talk about their Moms as if they were born yesterday and not even their friend, but more importantly not their own Mother, and all I can think and feel is how sad it is that they don't have the relationship that I and my sister have with my Mom. A perfect evening to me would be to crawl into my sweats and watch HGTV (preferably Design On A Dime) on my parents bed while eating peppermint icecream and blueberries with this gal. I look forward to many more memories with this woman and I am so grateful that she is in fact, MY Mom. Love you Mom to the moon and back, always have, always will. Happy Mothers Day!

Shaniqua Girl!

I will be celebrating the birthdayS of Shalayne and my sister Jenny Ann. Funny how some of the two most favorite people in my life were born on the same day! Its also my uncles birthday too! Its a greaaat day. Since I already wrote a post about Yenny, this one is dedicated to my best friend Shalayne. I met Shay on June 15th 2005. Their fam built their house right across the street from me. And ever since then we have been attached at the hip. Actually, the first time I met Shalayne was when we went to her house and played soccer. It was a bright summer day and me and some other peeps went over to introduce ourselves. We started to all play soccer and Shalayne was doing all these soccer tricks and the 12 year old grown up in me got so jealous and intimidated that I completely shutted up and I became a hater when I secretly looked up to her just like that. At first I didn't think that we had anything in common because her Collin and Taylor wanted to go to the skate park and I wanted to paint my nails so we were just acquaintances for little bit, UNTIL, one Sunday during Young Womens something happened. So, I came to church all primped and ready and was sitting in opening exercises. Apparently someone didn't appreciate the color of my nails and made a lame comment about them. It turns out that Shalayne was sitting by me and she stood up for me and told the other person that she thought they were cute. I was already having a rough day, but that made me feel so happy! But then I remembered that I was still a hater because she would rather go to the skate park than paint nails with me, and she was really good at soccer so I was having real conflicting emotions- until later in Young Womens, Snickers were being passed out and unfortunately I didn't get one. Everyone started laughing at me that I didn't get one. As I was wallowing in my own self pitty I look down and see a hand holding a broken off end of a Snickers bar. I looked up and it was Shalayne holding it. I remember looking at her and saying thank you with tears in my eyes because it was SO SWEET!!!! Embarassing, I know. We both shared the Snickers and after church walked home together, now ever since then Shalayne was and is my best friend. I was no longer a hater, in fact I admitted that I was jealous of her and thought she neat-o! I know that people come into our lives for a reason. I honestly feel like Heavenly Father knew that I needed Shalayne in my life. Shalayne has seen me at my worst and my happiest, and the same goes for me. Shalayne and I have so many memories like going to buy a huge box of creamies and eating them all in one day, the same with Trail Mix Bars (thats are our clutch food) or going to dances looking like legitmate BALLERS and "krumping", honestly Shalayne is the ONLY person I will go to a dance with. We loved riding our bikes and drinking orange soda and kool aid on warm summer nights sitting on her front porch swing. Chris Brown was (and still is) a total babe, and we would KILL to be able to dance like him. Boys must be approved by both me and Mckell before they are dateable, and kissing our thumbs and stamping them together while our pinkys are crossed is the oath we take when we tell a secret and let me tell you, WE NEVER BREAK THAT OATH. Dark purple would be her choice in favorite colors while mine and Mckells is teal/blue. We Bought A Zoo is the best movie ever made and we will only eat Orville Redembachers popcorn while watching movies. This isn't even a fraction of all the times that I have had and continue to have with Shalayne. For a while Shalayne went to a Wyoming to play soccer  and looking back it was probably the lonliest time that I have ever had in my life. High school, Jr. High, church events, and weekends were spent with Shalayne and I look up to her so much so it was a very difficult and depressing for me, but our friendship only became stronger. Shalayne will ALWAYS be my best friend. The third best day of my life was when Shalayne came to UVU to play soccer, I remember I was so excited I started crying. Anyways, I love Shalayne and she will always be my sis. I am so grateful for her and I will always remember our friendship and it will only continue to get better. Shaniqua I love you girl and I hope you enjoy your 21st birthday! Aishias always here girl so donchu fret hahahahah ok. well ya I am tired and I have to get ready for celebrating my two favorite peoples day of birth! Laterrrrr.

Problem(s)

OOOOOOOOOOookkkkkkkkkay. We ( more like me, but we sounds more comforting) have a problem. Want to know what our problem is? Alright, I will tell you. I. am. running. on. --->4<--- hours of sleep. 4. How am I functioning? My answer: God works in mysterious ways. Some might be asking the question, "Why would this gal be only living off of 4 hours of sleep?" others might say, tough kitty puss and move on.. Well, for those of you who have asked the question of WHY, I will tell you. This wonderful city has blessed my family with a city light right outside my window, in a certain spot where the light is able to EXACTLY hit the outside of my eyelids while I am trying to see the inside of them. But hey this gal is grateful, I mean, without that city light, robbers would not be able to steal my gum in my car at 4 in the am, without that city light, all of the walkers who go for a 4 am stroll would not be able to see their way to the darkened track. Without this light, my neighbors and myself included would feel lost and horrified as to where we are. Without this light, my fear of the dark would increase exponentially. So really, that light is the key to my neighborhoods security, the key to my depressingly childish fear, it is the rock that 4 am joggers rely on, this light is what keeps me going (literally) so thank you, city, for keeping this light on ALL night, I mean whoever thought of going green, obviously meant green with revenge, or green with envy. I'm sorry that I run that stop sign and have never gotten caught, and I am sorry that I didn't vote, but really? Do we really have to punish fellow citizens by keeping them up all night with torture of a light shining through their window!?  To top this off, for the past week there has been a certain someone (who I really don't know) who enjoys drivin down the good ol' street where my humble abode takes place along with their UNBELIEVABLE stereo system "with a bass so loud dat it shakes da plasssse" at 5 in the morn. I have always thought that there were wierd people in this world (heck I'm one of them), but never in my life, have I met someone (haven't really met them formally...yet) who enjoys driving in the morning where the majority of human beings are still sleeping, mind you, listening to Bass Hunter, or their party shuffle mix on their ipod. Thanks a lot pal. I don't want to be a Debby-downer or notin' but this post expresses the innermost troubling hardships of my awful life. With that note, sweet dreams, and have a great night, and don't worry about me while I lay in bed to lowly to be thought of, no, do not worry about me while you all sleep soundly and peacefully. I will be awake and ready to take my final. So, goodnight.

 Happy Birthday Buckwheat! :)

Miguel.

Alright alright alright. TODAY is a VERY important day. Want to know why? TODAY is Mckell Amanda Salmons day of birth! Me and Mckell have been best friends ever since I was a sophy in high school. Between telling me what not to wear, to discussing our deepest darkest secrets, Mckell has saved my life not just socially but litterally (driving ;)) and has always been there. I love her as if she is my sister! This gal is pretty lucky to have Mckell in her life. Our friendship began on a bright and shiny day at soccer practice. Mckells ride hadn't arrived so I decided to wait with her so she would not be all alone at that scary soccer field and ever since then we were best friends. Not very many people have best friends that they could tell anything too and not feel embarassed or judged. Also, not very many people have best friends that know just what to say to make them feel better, especially when you are in bad, unhappy moods. But its not just me, I swear, Mckell knows EXACTLY what to say to you to make you have a good laugh. She is so good that a person can not help but just love her! In fact, my mother and father, sister, brothers, aunts, uncles and cousins and especially my grandparents (my whole family for that matter) may or may not just love Mckell more than they love me. Surprisingly, I don't mind because I can see why. It is one of her many gifted abilities. I have so many memories with Mckell, so many jokes and laughs that it would not be a novel, it would be a 50 billion book series. From having my very first sleepover to teaching me how to drive...better, from scary haunted houses to all my first rebel experiences, from putting up with me never answering texts to watching the Little Rascals, Brother Bear and doing disgusting face masks, from lunch at my house to becoming part of my familia, from explaining where babys come from and helping me in awkward situations, Mckell is and always will be my best friend. You can always know when Mckell is around because of her light and accountance. No one can honestly say that the party has arrived except for Mckell. Anyways, I look up to Mckell in sooo many ways that it would be too long to write about, but I honestly am so grateful that Mckell is in my life, I will always remember all of the funny, happy, and SCARY memories that me and Mckell have. We have been through so much together and she has made me a stronger person because of her example. Who knows, maybe I'll name my baby after her? I do not know, but I love you Mckell and I hope that your birthday is as amazing as you are!

Sista sista!

There is a quote by my room that says, "Having a sister is like having a best friend live with you." Deep, I know. Well, this quote could not be any truer. This gal (me) is pretty lucky. Even before the ribbon came in to play. Want to know why? Because I have the best family in the world. (I am sure you do too, but everyone is allowed to think that, right?) When I was 2 years old, on a lovely Spring day, a new addition came to the fam and they decided to name the baby Jennifer Ann (they knew it was a girl of course, or else that would be awkward). Although I don't remember the day, but I am sure that I was relieved to have another gal in the mix and have someone to play house, princess, and barbies with rather than the "lets see how dirty we can get and kill eachother after game." Ever since that day, Jenny Ann has been attatched to my hip. You could not fit a piece of paper between us. I dare you to try. It won't work. Jennifer and I have a great relationship, one minute we could have a all out brawl, and the next ( I kid you not) we are best friends. In fact, we are still best friends during our all out brawl. Yup, try to figure that one out. All in all thoug, I am glad I get to spend forevs with these people. This week, Jen has been on choir tour in San Diego. This week has also been AWFUL. Since Jenny is the favorite child she is the one who gets the big bed and the big room and I am shoved into my own little, cold corner, too lowly to be cared for. I have decided that it is a sign that my parents want me to move out, hehe little do they know, THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN muhahahahaha! Anyways, because of Jensys kind heart, and me being scared of the dark (yes, I am almost 20 years old and I am scared of the dark) she lets me come sleep by her in her princess bed. BUT THATS NOT THE ONLY REASON I PROMISE! We now have a unspoken agreement that I can sleep by her, because it always ends up happening anyway and we need to have our "stress time." Stress Time is a time where we tell each others stresses and calm each other down, this turns into us giggling and laughing so hard that my mother (who has cat ears) comes in and tells us to go to bed. I'm pretty sure your all bored, and whoever was reading this has exited out but this gal has to write about Jennifer Ann. I mean after all, who was the one who took me to Pebbles In My Pocket when Roberts closed: Jensy. Who is the one that will watch Dance Moms with me: Jensy. Who is the one that told me every word to say when playing Barbies and House: Jensy. Who is the gal that gave the VERY selfless act of making me prince whenver we played Princess games: Jensy. The only wish that I have about our relationship is that someday Jenny will see her the way I see her. Because if Jenny saw herself as the way I saw her, nothing I tell you, NOTHING, would stop this gal. If Jenny saw herself the way I saw her, there would be no way on this earth that she would ever be down on herself again. I guess I can only pray that that day will soon come, but until then, this gal is pretty lucky to have a little sis named Jenny.