bumping and what?

today i was presented with a lovely opportunity.

my mother chaperons the junior high dances. (so she can spy on my little brother. which he doesn't need cause he's a great kid.) i was invited to help chaperon. and i have to say...

EWWWWWW.

either it wasn't that bad when i was in junior high, or i was more sheltered and more of a goodie goodie than i thought.

do these children know what they are doing??? probable (and hopeful) answer is no. because even if they realize that they are bumping and grinding (!) i'm pretty sure your not supposed to do that with the same gender. (not completely sure cause i've never done it, but from what i've deduced its supposed to be a strictly girl boy thing....)

AND MY LITTLE BROTHER GOES TO SCHOOL WITH THESE PEOPLE!!!!!

pretty sure i saw more nastiness at this JUNIOR HIGH dance then i have in all of COLLEGE! (well it is BYU so guess thats not saying much..) i mean boys on girls, girls on girls, and boys on boys!!! ICKY!!!!!! i'd never seen such things until tonight! i'm more innocent than some 14 year olds. (sad? i don't think so. i'm happy that way.)

I am SOOO grateful that my little brother is NOT one of the kids in the back bumping and...you know. i'm grateful he is one of the kids in the front, knowing that what they are doing is completely acceptable. they don't stop what they are doing the second they see a grown up, cause they are being appropriate! AMAZING.

OH and one more thing. it is IMPOSSIBLE to try and tell kids off when they think you are one of them. when you come up to their shoulder they don't tend to listen to you. please bless that one day i will look my age. oh wait my genetics are completely against me. mom still looks 30 and she's almost 50. crud.

day maker: did anyone sit and enjoy the 30 min. or so of sunshine today? it was serious sun! i took off my jacket and soaked it on in. my poor paling limbs loved it. winter is my favorite, but i'm ready. bring on the warmth! i was sitting in my t-shirt soaking it up and watching all the people walk by HOLDING not wearing their jackets....and i couldn't help but smile :)

(the song 9 crimes by damien rice has been stuck in my head all day. it's pretty.)

religion requisite

i will admit that BYU seems to draw the very strangest people.

VERY strange.

I was in my book of mormon class today and two things struck me as very odd.

First:

There is a guy in my class who must be at least 25. (that's kind of old for that class because most of the people in there are in their first semester at school)

Anyway, this man ALWAYS knows the answers. especially to the most obscure questions.

Today he came into class late. which was weird within its self. his pocket looked like it had maybe his cellphone or wallet in it, you know, something was in there but it didn't look huge. that is when i realized men have endless pockets. or at least he did.

out came:

1 cell phone

1 wallet

3 toy cars

1 bag of cheerios.

and after all this his pocket still looked full. was there really more in there? it bugged me all class.

now i assume he has a kid. either that or he really likes cheerios and toy cars. which i don't judge. to each their own.

so here i am in BOM laughing at this guy with a mary poppins pocket when i notice something else strange....

the girl two seats ahead of me and one row over is chewing on her pencil. chewing on a pencil isn't that weird. the weird thing was the pencil. It was a regular number 2 pencil. with a few homemade upgrades.

it had a big gushy eraser. held on by a thin strap of duct tape wrapped tightly around it.

it had a little side clip. the ones you find on mechanical pencils or pens, also held on with duct tape.

i wonder if she knows that she can buy a pencil that already has one of those. or maybe she just likes her very specific pencil.....either way i thought it was odd.

day maker: i was at work (yuck) and while filing away some plants (smelly smelly plants) I came across this priceless name; Mentzelia todiltoensis. focus on the todiltoe. haha. mommy it sounds like toetal (tally). and it sounds like toad toes. either way i laughed to myself for a good minute.

like mother like daughter.

today i became my mother. well not literally. just more like her.

i got home and i was feeling...i don't know. not really stressed, not really bored. just neutral i guess. and so...i cleaned.

the entire apartment.

because it was something to do that gave me a feeling of accomplishment. working hard and doing something right (because mama taught me to never do anything half way. especially when cleaning) gives me such a feeling of relief and reassurance.

and i've found myself doing that a lot lately. coming home and cleaning.

i understand my mom so much better now. what she would mean when she would finish cleaning a room in our house and turn to me and say, "Doesn't it just feel so much better in here?" i always thought it did, but now i understand it better. when a room, an apartment, or a house is clean it lessens stress and strife. it's one less thing people have to worry about. besides, cleanliness is next to godliness right? i think so. i don't think there will be clutter in heaven. just coziness. (which looks wrong no matter how you spell it.)

so mom here is another post since you love them so :) and i love you so mama

day maker: today i was walking to the ESC. a guy came out the door i was going in, in enough time that he could have walked away and the door would have closed before i got there. yet he walked out, saw that i was heading for that door, ran back and held it open for me. having anyone hold the door open for you is nice, but when they go out of the way to do it...thats just sweet.

chivalry is not dead my friends. isn't that wonderful?

nearer to thee

i watched titanic last night.

and you know that part? the part where the ship is sinking and people are screaming and dying but the strings quartet starts playing Nearer My God to Thee? at that part i started to bawl.

not because the ship was sinking.

not because people where screaming and dying.

because of that hymn.

Nearer My God to Thee is my very very favorite hymn.

i've been feeling down lately. no real reason behind it. just down. and when that hymn started i realized i wouldn't need to feel down if i would just be nearer to Him.

and i cried. because i had a spiritual experience watching titanic.

most likely because i was browsing through the NieNieDialouges at the same time. probably the most spiritual blog ever.

and i started thinking about all the things i don't have to be down about.

like:

my amazing mom.

my beautiful sister and nephew.

my best friend/little brother.

missionaries. jake and ian.

silly brothers. cody.

best friends/basically sisters. tess, kenz, hil.

my hero. dad.

good times.

all my abilities.

all my millions upon millions of blessings.

the gospel.

Christ.

and i thought this:

i promise to be. nearer, my God, to Thee.

bowl of supers, a room mate, and nugs

do i watch the super bowl for the football? well no. but i do watch it because my family loves it. we eat and watch and eat and watch and puke and watch.

the most fun happens when my mom and little brother are cheering for different teams.

they are competitive people by nature. so every touch down is a chance to rub the other persons face all in it. its great entertainment.

my family sits in the living room screaming and cheering and laughing at screaming chicken commercials while i sit in the kitchen watching them over the banister, sitting on the computer, and stuffing my face.

it is the greatest.

i was thinking today how next year at college will shape up. and i'm sad and excited.

i'm sad because i won't be living with my room mates i have right now. i love them. they are much more out going then i am and it makes me reach outside my shell. which i don't do often.

but i will be studying things i want to more which is fun.

and i will be living with Tess. she is my favorite. she makes me laugh. all the time. and that makes me excited. just to be with her lots.

yesterday i went to a semi-formal dance that was basically all freshmen.

lots of people took dates. me and my room mates just went stag. which was the best choice ever.

we had waaaay too much fun.

and we met some random guys that we went to mcdonalds with to get nuggatized (50 nugs for 10 dollars. we had 150. yuck) and we watched a movie with them. it was really enjoyable.

then i went to bed at 3 and didn't want to ever get up. again.