:-*

I no longer have Virgin Lips. :-*

Poodle Backpack

 For Hannah's birthday, we all wanted to go to Classic Skating.  Turns out they close at nine on week days, so we got in free for the last 15 minutes.  Plan B: Nickel City!  We ran around like children playing all sorts of games.  The night was winding down as we counted up our tickets to be around 1,300.  That's when Hannah spotted the poodle backpack and her heart was set on that special birthday prize.  Poodle: 1,400 tickets.  100 tickets short.  5 minutes until we had to cash in.  4 gamers.  1 dollar left in nickels.  It was go time.  Frantically we split up to our most successful games to win the most tickets in the least amount of time, for that poodle backpack would be ours by the stroke of eleven if we had anything to say about it.  After there was no more time to spare and all the nickels spent, we held our breath for a final tally and . . . WE DID IT!  At the prize counter we made our request.  The man gave us a questioning look as he complied.  Soon enough, we had our reward and some complimentary Frooties from our extra tickets.  Oh the sweet taste of victory.  What triumph!

Lets make this together

While looking through my Mom's recipe book I came across a very interesting recipe, it made me laugh.

Elephant Stew

1 Elephant

2 c. salt

1 c. pepper

20 gal. water

15 pkgs. brown gravy

cut elephant into one-inch cubes, frequently adding pinches of salt and pepper (this will take approximately 72 days).  Add enough water and brown gravy to cover.  Cook over a kerosene fire about 4 weeks at 456 degrees.  If more then 3, 800 are expected for dinner, two rabbits may be added, but do this only if necessary because most people do not like to find hare in their stew.

*I can make copies if you want the recipe*

This is my future

I laughed so hard when I saw this.  I only hope when I am old and wrinkly my grandchildren will care this much.

Invasion of The Juggernauts

juggernautinvasion.blogspot.com

"Juggernaut-invasion.blogspot.com"

Take a visit. Only one post so far, but it's awesome.

Late Night Ravaging.

I ravage the pantry like a savage hoping the find some small unsuspecting morsel of nutrients,
but alas, I am forlorn to find the grocery shopping is yet to be done. How long must my poor stomach ache? How long must I day dream of Reese's Puffs cereal? How long must I eat...healthy food?


LOLer








P.S. I hate these fonts, is there anyway to change them?

Little Old Road

*inspired by my favorite street light*

There is a light,

a very simple light.

He might not think he's worth much,

this light.

He stands alone on his little old road,

shinning down on a little path you can go.

His tall wood pole,

and little lamp head

hide himself in a beautiful pine tree bed.

There's a little hole in his pine tree home

and he peeks his head out as if saying,

"I'm here all alone."

But this little light here

he's not really simply at all.

His purpose might be a lot more deeper.

His little head is a rest stop for a bird on a journey,

or a shelter for a squirrel he'll keep company.

He can lead the way down his little old road,

or comfort a kid who is lost and alone.

I told you once and I'll tell you again,

this light is not simple,

he is a beautiful bright friend.

And he has made a difference,

on his little old road.

I Am the Gardener

Saturday, May 21, 2011, 9:00 AM

Orem Institute of Religion is planting flowers at the Institute!

Let's all Go!

Stalking the Post

I wait for the mail man to come down my street

Hoping he brings a sealed paper "treat."

A letter, that is, from far far away

Addressed to me from Elder McRae.

Spying for his truck to come 'round the bend

Arriving later and later seems his informal trend.

At last I hear the unmistakable sound

Of the mail truck's engine, and there it is found!

He opens the box and stuffs letters in,

And at the next house he does it again.

When that little white truck is just out of sight,

I rush out the door even faster than light.

Quickly I scan through junk, bills, and ads.

Most days I leave discouraged and sad.

Once, however, in a very great while

There's something from him and I can't help but smile. :)

Slick and Guru

Dear Slick,
I think you and I are the only ones that actually post on this blog... I guess we are the only ones growing up haha... 


Sincerely, Guru.


HINT HINT SCOOCH AND PATCHES, get your bums posting!!! ;)

Invasion of The Juggernauts

So I re-created my blog haha... It's called "Invasion of The Juggernauts", but I won't give you the URL yet because I'm not done... I almost titled it "Guru Galaxy" lol.


Uber Pwn!

When did I grow up???

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vE2Urfcrfbw

This video is brilliant, and I absolutely love it!  Doesn't it bring back memories of countless hours playing pretend.  The beautiful princess lost in a forest and saved by her handsome prince, or the brave astronaut making the dangerous trip to the moon, or the crazy pretend lands any child's imagination can create, or how just the face that when you close you eyes and open them again your blanket fort has transformed into the most spectacular tree house.  Really the possibilities were endless.  All you had to do was walk through that "door" and you were in the most amazing place your  mind could imagine.....
...
...
...
ya I miss those days sometimes 

I lived it full and I lived it well, there's many tales I've live to tell

I was just playing around on itunes, like a do a lot, trying to find some new music and I came across Priscalla Ahn.  I was hooked by the first song I heard.  This song sent shivers up my spine.  You should all give it a listen. And check out her other song's as well.  ENJOY!!!!

Let me riddle you a ditty, it's just an itty bitty, little thing on my mind.

What kind of candy gets the giggles?

-Laffy Taffy

How does a dinosaur come out of a pool?

-wet

What did the horse say when he fell over?

-help! I have fallen over and I cant giddyup

What do you call twin brothers?

-A sunset

How do you get a peanut to laugh?

-you crack it up

What did the tree say to the mountain?

-stop peaking at me

What did the finger say to the thumb?

-I'm in glove with you

Big Business HA ha haaa...

"The simple secret is this: put your trust in the Lord, do your best, then leave the rest to him." -Joseph B. Wirthlin, "Come What May, and Love it." Liahona November 2008, 26-28.


So today I went to church as usual. I was a little hesitant just because I miss my buddies and was going to have to be a big girl and go alone today. :) Went to sacrament (even made it on time, this is new). Sat next to a boy (who you all know, but due to personal privacy and internet safety I won't use his name.) who went out of a mission, came home... for whatever reason... and is now going out again! I was so excited. Also one of his good friends, a rather tall hulking figure that is slightly obsessed with Lord of the Rings yada yada... is going to the Honduras mission! Double excited. So Today was turning out to be a good day. Went to my next class only to be interrupted by Bishop Greenwood Calling me into his office...for whatever reason... I sat down with all four of the bishopric in the bishops office and he proceeded to tell me that he "would like to extend the calling of DRUM ROLL..................................................................Relief Society President." You can only imagine the shock on my face. President? PRESIDENT?! A counselor I could handle, but head honcho? That is a BIG calling. However, I thought about it and decided that God wouldn't extend a calling like that to me unless he knows I can handle it. Wow, I was shocked and really overwhelmed but I'm starting to embrace it. haha keyword STARTING. :) Pray for me you guys! I'm going to the temple sometime this week to pray about counselors, I am going to need all the help I can get. Patches: I understand 100% what you were saying about being the Visiting Teaching coordinator and how you just kinda can't breathe and what not haha. I thought I was going to pass out. 


Well that is all. I think we need to have a reunion soon... now that school is ALMOST over :) I miss you all!

There she goes, there she goes again

She laughed when there was no joke. 

 She danced when there was no music.

She had no friends, yet she was the friendliest person in the school.

In her answers in class, she often spoke of sea horses and stars, but she did not know what a football was.

She said there was no television in her house.

She was elusive.  

She was today. 

 She was tomorrow. 

 She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl.  

We did not know what to make of her. 

 In our minds we tried to pin her to a corkboard like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew.

*Don't you just want to meet this girl*

This post gonna make me famous!

Once upon a time there was a girl...

ok well just check out this link!

http://tiesbeltsocks.wordpress.com/

The End!

Sleep don't visit, so I choke on sun And the days blur into one And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done

Alright friends I am going to back away from my classic posts that usually involves music and put them on hold, even though its my love, and just let you know,


I miss you all!!!   



p.s you should all check you the song Welcome Home by Radical Face, or just listen to them all! 

The rain

Sunshine hides away from the world,

as the clouds cover up the light.

The sky is filled with dark clouds, 

and the gloomy day begins.

Animals take cover away from the world,

neighborhoods lay still as children hide away in homes.

The sound of laughter and double dutch songs leave the air.

The world lays in silence awaiting the storm.

The smell of rain fills the air

as the rain falls to the ground, 

covering the world in a flood of wet streets.

Leaving a trail of the rains journey on every window.

I sit on the porch watching the rain fall,

enjoying the peace it brings to the world.

Flashes of lightning fill the air,

turning the sky to day before darkness surrounds me again.

The crack of thunder awakes the world for a moment bringing fear.

I sit her in silence enjoying Gods creation.

The song of a bird lets me know the storm is over.

Children run from houses ready to explore the new world.

The sound of laughter fills the air again, 

as children jump from puddle to puddle.

The trees glisten in the sun as it comes out of hiding.

The storm brings along a rainbow

filling the sky with its beauty

letting me know there will always be peace at the end of a storm,

always a new day, 

always a rainbow.

Ending one of my favorite things

with Gods most beautiful creation! 

Drowning in a sea of life.

I am INCREDIBLY tired of school. I feel like I'm drowning in all the things I have to do. I feel like I need to prioritize my time, but everything is so important I don't know what to put at the top of my list. I guess I just need to pray harder. Anyone got any motivation ideas? I feel like the only motivation I can give myself is the punishment that comes if I don't do my work. Which just overwhelms me more.

*sigh*...

IT'S ALL IN THE MUSIC!

If I were a song I'd be in just the right key.  I'd be all the best instruments in sweet harmony

A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell 'em for a dollar.  They're worth so much more after I'm a gonner

So why do I get so lonely, when there really ain't nothing wrong.  I guess the company of strangers is better then being alone

You put the happy in my ness, you put the good times in my fun

If you ever need a lift to heaven you can take my stairs

But I'm telling myself I'll be okay even on my weakest days I get a little bit stronger

I'm no super man, I hope you like me as I am.

He made a rebel of a careless mans careful daughter

Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket, save them for a time when your really gonna need them

Oh happily every after, wouldn't you know ,oh, skip to the ending who'd like to know? I'd like to know.  Author of the moment can you tell me do I end up happy.

I'm not giving you a hour or a second or another minute longer.  I'm busy getting stronger

I have tried to hide all my thoughts so long.  Maybe now I'll finally speak

And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singing.

But I don't lose my head, cause it ain't really up to me

And I'm doing just fine I'm always landing on my feet

I just want to be strong at the end of the road

I ain't gonna stress because the worst ain't happen yet

I wanna free fall out into nothing, oh, I'm gonna leave this, this world for a while, I'm free falling

I got troubles oh, but not today cause they're gonna wash away!

This is just a little something fun I put together, it means nothing, although you can interpret it how ever you want.  Although, I did realize after I put it all together that it does have a little meaning to me.  But really its just a bunch of gibberish, (my favorite lines from songs I like put together.)  I find myself writing all my favorite lines down when I listen to music.  Its just something I like to do.  I have papers filled with them.  But I hope you all enjoy it and realize that all your troubles will wash away{thank you Joe Purdy} because mine sure have, and well I am a little bit stronger! 

Choice

Choice. Isn't it interesting how the way things are said changes everything. Give people a choice and they will respond 100% differently than if you tell them how it is.

For example, my english teacher just told us a story about taking out the trash. His Father and Mother repeatedly pestered "Paul, come take out the trash, now!" So what did he do? He said "I'll do it first thing in the morning." First thing in the morning, before anyone else was awake, he went to the trashes, and took them out. Note this was back in the time where metal receptacles were used and when the trash was full the lids didn't always sit just right. So Paul being a clever child emptied the receptacles and returned the cans back to their exact appearance and original location, he then went back to bed. When morning came he was awoken by an angry shouting mother, "Paul why didn't you take out the trash?! You are so disrespectful! Rant, rant, rant!" Paul ate his breakfast quickly and went on his merry way to school. When the day came to a close and he reached his home his father was waiting for him with distain written across his face with a permanent marker. "Paul, your mother called me this morning and made me come home from work so that I could take care of the trashes! I went ahead to do your chore and picked up the trash cans only to find them empty!"

Why do we do things like this? Is it because we have a choice? What would we be achieving by such trickery and deceit? Just an interesting and amusing thought.

I heard a joke today that I've never heard before.
There is a man and wife that are having a baby. His wife was in great pain. The Doctor said to the husband, "If you want, I can transfer some of her pain to you." "Please do it, I can't stand to see her in so much pain." The husband said. So the doctor transferred some of the birthing wife's pain to the husband. "This isn't bad, give it all to me." The husband said. So the doctor transferred all of the pain. The husband said with a smile "I'm okay. This isn't bad at all, I don't see what all the fuss about giving birth is." So The wife gave birth to the son without any pain and they were extremely pleased with their newborn child. They returned home happy to start their new life only to find the milkman dead on the doorstep.

Have a good day all!

No words come to mind but...

Simply beautiful!

The best way to mend a broken heart is time and girlfriends

Never-and I mean never- underestimate the value of a woman friend.  Yes, sometimes you sure can't live with them, but, in all honestly, you can't afford life without them-at least not well.


Female friends can be one of the most valuable assets another woman can have because they help us cope with gravity, other relationships and our world when it seems to be falling apart at the seems.  Women do lunch, the Macarena and the impossible.  Female friends help women lower blood pressures, cholesterol, and heart rater.  They are like all green lights on the way to work, being in the fastest line in the grocery store, seeing an old rival who doesn't look half as good as you do and jeans that really fit.  This is because female friends are tailor-made for our lives.


Women who are friends with other women help each other laugh at being dysfunctional, obsessive compulsive, and neurotic, because basically they are too.


Female friends bring us joy, happiness and laughter.  Friends soothe, calm and help us find peace.  They help make us happy, strong, humble, human, glowing, growing and live a wonderful life.


Friends help make long days seem shorter, put a smile on our face in the most grave situations and help us believe almost anything is possible.  We get by with a little help for our friends.


Female friends are both silver and gold.  Good friends are here today and here tomorrow.  There is nothing better then a good friends-unless, it is a good friends with dark chocolate.  There is wonder and joy in having and being a friend, so reach out and remember that being one is just as important as having one.  

Worst Valentine's Day EVER!!!

Lonely single girl without a date on this day of love?  Nope.

Bad timing for a brake-up?  Wrong again.

Actually, I would have preferred either of these options to the one I found myself in earlier this evening.

Sunday evening I got a rather welcome unexpected call from a handsome gentleman asking me out on a Valentine's date!  I was elated at the idea of making pizzas and playing games at his apartment with him and his brother (accompanied with his date).  Until that phone conversation I had been expecting a satisfactory Valentine's with my best girls Patch, Slick, and Guru.  Now, I had a more romantic experience ahead of me.

Monday came, I went to school looking terribly grungy (sweats, hat, ponytail, sweatshirt- in order to feel more pretty later on), did some homework, made some friendly valentines, then began to glamorize and beautify.  I had planned what I was going to wear, how to do my make-up; everything from the hairs on my head to the nails on my fingers was going to be PeRfEcT!

It was during the valentine crafting that I first noticed the oncoming cramps.  As I straightened my hair I began to feel lightheaded.  I was seeing stars while putting on my make-up sitting in a chair... pretty good signs that something's not right, but I brushed them off in denial because I had a hott date.  Finally, my mom came into the bathroom to find me hovered over the toilet bowl and asked, "Do you think you should call and tell him?  He's probably about ready to come pick you up."  I had been earnestly willing myself to feel better.  Hoping this was just a temporary discomfort, I had to face that, unfortunately, it was getting worse before it was getting better.  I whispered, "Yes, would you call him?  I can't."  I didn't feel like talking, especially to tell him I couldn't go because I was sick.  She called at 6:22 to give him the news; our date was for 6:40.  There was no chance of feeling social and outgoing in eighteen minutes haha.  So there I was- pathetic- listening to my mom turn down my awesome date (embarrassing), leaning over the toilet bowl dry heaving... happy valentine's day.

It's pretty much all downhill from here.  I threw up about ten minutes after my mom talked to him.  She told me he said to feel better.  I uselessly tried to get remotely comfortable on the couch.  Felt like throwing up again, but just cried silently.  About an hour and a half later I started feeling better and thought about calling him, but who would want to be with someone who'd just thrown up?  I decided against that.  My family and I ended up watching Dan In Real Life.  I texted him a while later and apologized.  He said it was no problem and he hopes I feel better.  I wish I would've been more miserably sick the whole night, so I could be less miserable thinking that I was feeling much better and could be having a wonderful evening if the date would've been an hour later.  Well, life happens; expect to be surprised!

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes

    So my mom showed me these pictures and I thought they were so cute.  This mother creates scenes (or dreams) around her baby when she is asleep.  So I thought I would share them with you.

The Velociraptor Strikes Again...

 

Why I love this creature, I'm not sure...

The Devil's Arithmetic

Once upon a time...


There was a girl named Guru. She really disliked math, sometimes it even made her break things. In the end she decided she would never do another math problem again.


The End.


(Now I understand why people call it "The Devil's Arithmetic.")

Think warm thoughts...

I just want to be sitting in one of these chair's watching the sun set-

In a Snit.

"I had to write three nonsensical paragraphs and label the pronouns, verbs, subject, etc. for my English 2010 class... I chose to write about us four :) Enjoy. Not everything is final... I'll leave it open to interpretation... I also hate the fonts we are limited to on here."

Hannah Groom

Dr. Paul Tanner

English 2010

28 January 2011

Knitting

In the late months of last year, 2010, I discovered the incredible art of knitting. I was musing the shelves of the Orem Public Library when I came across a curious looking book. It was a book called “Chicks With Sticks (It’s a purl thing)” by Elizabeth Lenhard. The cover is decorated with three pairs of legs and the early stages of yarn development into a WIP (Work In Progress). I fell in love with the book, not to mention it’s sequel and the final book. The series is set in Chicago where four girls are struggling to get through high school without losing their marbles, or in this case knitting needles. The Indie geek, hard core punk, fashionista, and Joe Shmoe: Bella, Tay, Amanda, and Scottie meet by chance through a common store called “Knitwit” and slowly develop an “un-froggable” friendship. With the help of Knitwit’s owner Alice, they take their knitting to the next level and learn things about life and themselves they couldn’t have found otherwise.

With the help of “the chicks” I have, like Scottie, found some friends of my own that share a similar subconscious link. Kaitlyn, the urban chick with a flair for style (that also shares my obsession for yarn). She has long blonde hair that glimmers as it cascades down her back, cute rosebud lips, and indubitably green eyes. Jamie, the outdoorswoman of our clan, also has visibly green eyes with eyelashes you could sweep the floor with they are so long. Her hair is also long with a dirty blonde sheen. Then there is Kristee, she is by far the most insightful of us all. She has a knack for expression that ceases to amaze us. She has beautiful auburn locks that reach past her shoulders, she also has undeniably green eyes. The three of these remarkable chicks plus me create the clan. I met Jamie in the Utah Valley University parking lot, there we exchanged information and proceeded to engage socially the following weekend. At the engagement I was introduced to Kaitlyn and Kristee. We all became fast friends instantly. It’s interesting because if you didn’t know any better, you would think we’d been friends for years.

Following the conclusion of The Chicks With Sticks trilogy, I noticed the unmistakeable similarities between “My Chicks” and “The Chicks.” Jamie is definitely the Bella of the group, carefree, happy, and creative. I dare say Kristee is the Tay, frequently sarcastic, occasional angry spells about silly things, and creative. Kaitlyn is probably the Amanda of our group, well dressed, amusing, blonde. I dub myself the Scottie of our sticks, I am the narrator of our lives, just like Scottie, I introduced knitting to the group (they’ll pick it up eventually),  Scottie is a key human being to us all. (This is definitely up for debate.) Knitting has created a special bond between Kaitlyn and I, we recently made a Michaels run to purchase more yarn, I’ve got a feeling this is going to be a frequent happening. Although Kaitlyn and I share the knitting bond, but we are all like a WIP, like every stitch of a WIP gets tighter and more perfect with practice, “Slick, Patches, Scooch, and Guru” are all like that WIP. 

Tests & Prayers

For those of you who don't know, I am absolutely terrible at Mathematics, and let me not forget to mention that I have supreme test anxiety! Regardless, I tested into Math 1010 by some miracle. I've been so worried because I don't want to have to retake it so I've been trying really hard to do well. Yesterday I had my FIRST MATH TEST OF COLLEGE! I got an 80% :) Best moment of my life.


P.S. I prayed in the testing center, and I know Heavenly Father heard me. Otherwise I wouldn't have gotten an 80%!

Blast from the Past

This photograph here is a product of boredom, facebook pics, homework avoidance, and my dad's exploration findings.  It features a bunch of photography nerds from 1974.  We're all lookin' groovy!  This creation is brought to you by yearbookyourself.com.

...a little more

Dearest of friends,
Much is on my mind this beautiful Sabbath day.  I took time to reflect life, and I realized that I could do so much more than I do.  I realized that so much love is left unexpressed.  This bothered me.  I started to formulate in my mind how life would be if everyone tried a little harder to serve mankind.  I was overwhelmed as I thought of the countless possibilities.  I wrote a poem with the intent of trying to express my thoughts.  This poem doesn't rhyme-sorry.  It isn't an "English" masterpiece either, but there's a message.  There's meaning behind every line that I wrote, but it'd take a lot of time to explain.  So I simply want to share it with you for you to interpret yourselves.  Take it how you will.  All I ask is that you take time to share my wonders.

...a little more

I sit here in wonder,
Searching the possibilities
I find myself measuring,
Counting good deeds
Longing for a greater list
Couldn't I have done more?

The Savior served
He healed the sick,
And raised the dead
He walked with the lonely,
And prayed for all
Is He not my example?

Charity calls out,
I know I must respond
Many I love,
But more I should
"True charity is love in action"
Mustn't I follow the Prophet?

I reflect even more...
A sister alone at church,
Smiles unexpressed
A brother misunderstood
Unnecessary jabbing
Could I not have done better?

I take more time
Muffled "I love you's"
Tears present too long
"Thank you's" unsaid
Uplifting notes never written
Why so much left undone?

Power behind the "what ifs"
What if there was more compassion?
What if no one sat alone?
What is more friends were made?
What if more gratitude was expressed?
What if I could help this world be...

a little more?

Make yourself comfortable, stay a while!

-Perm-a-smile:

-The words permanent and smile squished together.

-A perm-a-smile is when you walk around with a stupid looking smile on you face at all times.

-Usually caused by a boy

-Everytime you think about this person the smile appears and makes it self comfortable and stays a while, hence the word permanent.

ok this post is becasue I have nothing better to do

Excuse me my nerd is showing...

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

...ok but I am not ashamed to admit I thought of this...

Messrs. Scooch, Patch, Guru, and Slick

Purveyors of aids to

Magical Mischief-Makers

Are proud to present the

"When we grow up blog!"

Ok we are not magical Wizards or Witches (I only wish), but I could not help but make this connection.  4 best friends creating a blog together about our fun times together, and well what ever we want.  Heck, we ever have cool nick names!  Well until next time...

Mischief Managed

For the eyes of three only, slick being one.

A poem dedicated to...I'm not even sure...

Kait went on a date,
with a boy I kinda hate. (J/K)
They were out really late,
and even learned to skate.
(On the frozen ground)

I wonder what they talked about,
I hope that he just SPIT IT OUT!
If it's not good news I'll break his face,
but other-wise I'll get off his case.

I don't want to go to school,
because my Humanities teacher is a tool.
Maybe I'll just drop off the planet,
that way I won't have to can it.

Sunday Thoughty

Mindy Gledhill- All About Your Heart

"Starry Night" by Vincent Van Gogh

"I don't mind your odd behavior,

It's the very thing I savor.

If you were an ice cream flavor

You would be my favorite one.

My imagination sees you,

Like a painting by Van Gogh.

"Starry Night(s)" and "Bright sunflowers", 

Follow you where you may go...

It's not about your scars, it's all about your heart."

When you have apx. 10 min to spare, 

take a moment and watch this video 

that is simply incredible. My New Life. 

It's about a husband and wife that get 

in a plane crash and how it has 

strengthened their testimonies in the

Gospel. Why they still mortally exist.

Above is a piece of the song they play

throughout watch the video, then listen

to the song. Enjoy.

lazy day

Today I don't feel like doing anything

I just wanna lay in my bed

Don't feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone

'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything

P.S. This was posted laying in my bed

Little Acorn Laughter

Little Acorn has been a Misfit tradition.  We visit often because we love it soo much!  However, I'm not certain Little Acorn returns our love.  We tend to be a bit loud and messy while we enjoy good food and great company.  Enjoy the documentation of our visit (you'll wish you were there)

 What a pleasant-looking bunch...

 ... then our wacky selves come out.

 Peek-a-boo!

 Oh baby!

 We FINALLY managed to snap a pic with all 4 bubbles intact!

This one's dedicated to Kyron.

Why do I...

Late at night 

Midnight movie 

Got, no one to talk to, no one to see 

And I am, counting stars 'cause I lie awake dear 

I know you ain't far, I know you ain't here 

With Me 

So why do I get so lonely 

When there really ain't nothing wrong 

ok I only wish I had written these words, but I do recommend you girls check this song out, it's sweet as! Its called 
"Why do I" by Joe Purdy.  I too like Hannah already am haveing withdrawals from you girls.  At least you have school to keep you busy. Oh and I grabbed a bunch of tickets for free ice skating at Peaks on January 14th if you all want to go.  It's with the Institute! Should be fun!  


p.s. I just really liked this picture.       

Day 1 With-drawls

It's been 1 day and I already miss you guys like crazy! We should all do something saturday night, maybe a movie or the name game? I have BYU Invitational saturday morning so I'll be busy until the evening. Cross your fingers/ Pray for me that I don't get my rear whooped too badly ;) See you all soon!

"When I'm nervous I sparkle things!"

On an eve before school, the aroma of nail polish, remover, and q-tips fill the air! Scooch, Slick, and Guru sparkled all the night long. Fingers, toes, and paper scraps were covered with pinks and purples, gold flecks and silver shimmers! Alas, the evening must eventually come to an end as it is 11:54 P.M. and we have plans to arise early, 5 A.M. to be exact. Farewell young bloggers!

Birth!

The gift of life is a wonderful thing.
On this very day of days a blog has been born.
Through much difficulty, and perseverance, we have come out on top!
We will take you through the crazy journey of our lives
Patch, Scooch, Guru, and Slick!
Please feel free to stop by and enjoy!