"Gentlemen do not read each others mail." - Henry Stimson (former Secretary of State)
"I've been on the curb, 'cause my mind's in the gutter" - Rapper at Sammy's Open Mic Night
"I discovered books and read forever" - John Adams
"May you live all the days of your life" - Johnathan Smith
"Every finish line is the beginning of a new race" - Lil Wayne
"A person wearing tinted glasses can avoid the conclusion that the entire world is tinted only by being conscious of the glasses themselves." - Justo L. Gonzalez
"All God's chillun got problems" - Representative Billy Mathews
"As long as the outcome is income" - Drake
"Error never shows itself in its naked reality, in order not to be discovered. On the contrary, it dresses elegantly, so that the unwary may be led to believe that it is more truthful than truth itself." - Irenaeus of Lyons
"If you're dolled up, I got the voodoo for you" - Drake
Most of these came from my Ipod and readings I did for school.
ThankHeaven.
"Oh if this is all, I have a verry poor opinion of young men who live in Derbyshire; and their intimate friends who live in Haertfordshire are not much better. I am sick of them all. Thank Heaven! I am going tomorrow where I shall find a man who has not one agreeable quality, who has neither manner nor sense to recomend him. Stupid men are the only ones worth knowing after all." -Elizabeth Bennet Jane Austin's Pride and Prejudice
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
Hair Did.
I saw a hair tutorial on pinterest the other day & decided to give it a try. So many people asked me about it! A random boy walking down the street stopped to tell me how cool my hair was. Therefore, thus, moreover, seeing as I stopped a boy in his tracks I consider it a success.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
End/Start.
My friend Johnny finally started a blog, after I insisted he get one. Seeing as the product is so good, I'm inclined to take a little credit for it.
So as you explore his brain flow across the written page, just know I made him brave enough to blog.
Side note: ignore the creepy clown.
Happy Reading:
So as you explore his brain flow across the written page, just know I made him brave enough to blog.
Side note: ignore the creepy clown.
Happy Reading:
Friday, May 18, 2012
Squeeze
Occasionally when I am texting a boy, I get myself into rather uncomfortable situations.
This probably happens because of how often I find myself texting boys, which if you were wondering, is not that often.
The boy in question and I were texting about the weekend and he was jokingly saying he was pretty busy, but he would squeeze me into his schedule.
Now prepare yourself. My reply went like this:
"Well I'll allow myself to be squeezed if there are cookies! ;)"
First of all notice my immaculate crammer, that must count for something. Second, note the fact that I did not say squeezed in, I just said squeezed. That one little missing 'in' makes a rather gigantic difference here. Suddenly instead of being cute and snarky as was my intention, I find myself being extremely forward and implying whatever it is that falls under the umbrella of 'squeezing', not helped by the winky face. Also I'm implying that I'm pretty easy if you bribe me with desert... well, I won't expand upon that point.
Anyway I'm sure this boy was rather excited, but I quickly set him straight. Cookies or no cookies I'm not one to invite anyone to 'squeeze' me, because it's just weird.
So shamelessly I share another awkward moment of my life, I hope you enjoyed it.
This probably happens because of how often I find myself texting boys, which if you were wondering, is not that often.
The boy in question and I were texting about the weekend and he was jokingly saying he was pretty busy, but he would squeeze me into his schedule.
Now prepare yourself. My reply went like this:
"Well I'll allow myself to be squeezed if there are cookies! ;)"
First of all notice my immaculate crammer, that must count for something. Second, note the fact that I did not say squeezed in, I just said squeezed. That one little missing 'in' makes a rather gigantic difference here. Suddenly instead of being cute and snarky as was my intention, I find myself being extremely forward and implying whatever it is that falls under the umbrella of 'squeezing', not helped by the winky face. Also I'm implying that I'm pretty easy if you bribe me with desert... well, I won't expand upon that point.
Anyway I'm sure this boy was rather excited, but I quickly set him straight. Cookies or no cookies I'm not one to invite anyone to 'squeeze' me, because it's just weird.
So shamelessly I share another awkward moment of my life, I hope you enjoyed it.
Saturday, April 28, 2012
My Brother
Archer Jeffrey Cox makes my heart melt.
Every time my little man gets a treat, he demands one for me too.
When he eats a cup cake he wants to save a bite for me, for when I come home from college.
He misses me.
And I miss him.
A little over five years ago, my parents told me they were going to adopt another baby. I told them they were crazy. As a disclaimer I was a thirteen year old, selfish teenager at the time. All I wanted to do was hang out with my friends and NOT have to babysit anymore than I had to at the time. In my self-centered perspective one baby was enough.
My parents, having a much better perspective than mine, went ahead without my approval. It wasn't long before they were off to Utah to pick up a new little boy. Challis, Grace, and I stayed home with relatives. A few days later they returned with a chubby, cranky, and incredibly loud baby. In my eyes, the kid was a wrinkly raisin, that cried and pooped far too often.
He was a hard baby and I considered that fact simply a confirmation that I was right (thirteen year old, self-centered opinion remember). But then everything changed one day in Boise, Idaho. We went to the temple. As we were sealed together as a family for eternity my perspective widened in one beautiful shining moment. The friends that I was so concerned about, the time I wanted to spend with them, was meaningless compared my family. And in that building, on that day, I knew. I knew that Archer was my brother. That it didn't matter that we didn't have the same DNA, or that he was cranky and wrinkly, all that mattered was the he was mine. And was always meant to be.
Every time my little man gets a treat, he demands one for me too.
When he eats a cup cake he wants to save a bite for me, for when I come home from college.
He misses me.
And I miss him.
A little over five years ago, my parents told me they were going to adopt another baby. I told them they were crazy. As a disclaimer I was a thirteen year old, selfish teenager at the time. All I wanted to do was hang out with my friends and NOT have to babysit anymore than I had to at the time. In my self-centered perspective one baby was enough.
My parents, having a much better perspective than mine, went ahead without my approval. It wasn't long before they were off to Utah to pick up a new little boy. Challis, Grace, and I stayed home with relatives. A few days later they returned with a chubby, cranky, and incredibly loud baby. In my eyes, the kid was a wrinkly raisin, that cried and pooped far too often.
He was a hard baby and I considered that fact simply a confirmation that I was right (thirteen year old, self-centered opinion remember). But then everything changed one day in Boise, Idaho. We went to the temple. As we were sealed together as a family for eternity my perspective widened in one beautiful shining moment. The friends that I was so concerned about, the time I wanted to spend with them, was meaningless compared my family. And in that building, on that day, I knew. I knew that Archer was my brother. That it didn't matter that we didn't have the same DNA, or that he was cranky and wrinkly, all that mattered was the he was mine. And was always meant to be.
Parting the Man Sea
This is what happens at BYUI. Boys let you cut them in the line for BBQ.
Have you ever heard of anything better?
Obviously by my face & my plate I sure haven't.
Happy eating to you where ever you are!
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Quote me.
Some of my favorite words from the last while:
"Highway to heaven, God do you see my headlights?" - Lil Wayne
"She was fine, like a ticket on the dash" - Drake
"It's like you're ripping the side block out of my mental jenga, I'm totally falling apart!" - Schmidt (New Girl)
"None of this stuff is easy, and it never has been." - President Obama (News conference 3/16/12)
"I wondered when that had happened; that we started making better machines than people." -Machine Man (page 59)
"Is he aiming at doing anything, or simply undoing what's been done?" -Anna Kerenina (page 355)
"You inject a nun with a particular chemical cocktail, she's going to start swinging punches. That's a fact." - Machine Man (page 102)
"My girl friend used to always say he had rapey eyes." - Gone
Do you see why these were worth writing down? I sure do.
"Highway to heaven, God do you see my headlights?" - Lil Wayne
"She was fine, like a ticket on the dash" - Drake
"It's like you're ripping the side block out of my mental jenga, I'm totally falling apart!" - Schmidt (New Girl)
"None of this stuff is easy, and it never has been." - President Obama (News conference 3/16/12)
"I wondered when that had happened; that we started making better machines than people." -Machine Man (page 59)
"Is he aiming at doing anything, or simply undoing what's been done?" -Anna Kerenina (page 355)
"You inject a nun with a particular chemical cocktail, she's going to start swinging punches. That's a fact." - Machine Man (page 102)
"My girl friend used to always say he had rapey eyes." - Gone
Do you see why these were worth writing down? I sure do.
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