yikes.

so mccain has chosen his VP-sarah palin, governor of alaska. definitely a bold move. i was hoping he'd go with romney, but i suppose he was trying to win back some of the female voting population snatched up by obama. anyway, i was reading an article about her on CNN and i must say...i'm not particularly impressed:

"As for the prospect of her being vice president, Palin told Kudlow that she could not answer the question of whether she wanted the job 'until somebody answers for me what is it exactly that the VP does every day. I’m used to being very productive and working real hard in an administration. We want to make sure that that VP slot would be a fruitful type of position, especially for Alaskans and for the things that we’re trying to accomplish up here.'"

really? "what is it exactly that the VP does every day"? reeeeeeeally? good one mccain. good one. also in the article, she was cited as being pro-capital punishment saying, "my goodness, hang 'em up." nice.

and please note that these are only my insignificant political opinions, not anything important. so if you're offended...well, get a life.

(if you want to read about the VP selection yourself, go to-> http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/25970882/from/ET/)

the berenstain bears picnic

so last semester, my friend dave and i wanted to plan a bike riding picnic, but the weather was so crappy the whole time that we never got the chance to do it. but we were committed to making it happen- so we did the dang thing. we went to the grocery store, bought picnic supplies, put it all together and hit the road. it wasn't until we were actually leaving that dave informed me that the destination was provo canyon- which if you don't really know the provo area is actually really far away from my apartment. i don't know how many miles, but it's really far. especially for someone who has been classified as "couch potato" on wiifit. (yeah, that was embarrassing.) but you know what? it's cool- i did it anyway.

so we're riding riding riding along, we stop to get some purple gatorade (and had a discussion about what "spot" people are referring to when they say "hits the spot"- dave thinks it's the throat while i'm thinking it's the general mouth area- discuss amongst yourselves), and then continue our journey until we're ALMOST there. like nearly at the mouth of the canyon. after about an hour of pedaling our little hearts out. and all the sudden i hear a "oh no..." and i look back and see a flat tire on dave's bike.

yeah. it therefore became necessary to find a way home seeing as how "bicycle" was no longer an option. good thing our friend jory was willing to help a brotha out. so we're waiting waiting waiting for jory to come pick us up (like half hour waiting) and we're both getting pretty hungry. here's how it went:
amy: "maybe we should just have our picnic here while we're waiting for jory."
dave: "i was thinking that too. i'll get the stuff."
(pulls out the stuff)
as we're literally about to unwrap the food, jory pulls up. yeah.

to make a long story short, we ended up eating our picnic at the kitchen table in my apartment. berenstain bears' style. but you know what? it was good.

what happens in vegas...

...is usually pretty sketchy.

so flashback to like 3 days ago. let me set the scene: me and my parents driving my car up to vegas. good scene, yeah? yeah. i departed my home in AZ to begin the journey up to provo for school, with a weekend stop in las vegas to go see THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA with my cousin julie.umm it was awesome. so good. did i say that it was so good? because it was SO good! i loved it. the beginning was amazing when the organ was like DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH! DUH DUH DUHHH! yada yada- i'm not gonna try to recreate the soundtrack with "duh duh duh's", but if you know the music you probably know exactly what i'm talking about. everyone did a really good job- voices and music were fabulous! i guess they spent like $40 million on the theatre that it was shown in, so that was pretty sweet. and raoul was hot. i'm definitely on team raoul.

after spending the rest of the weekend chilling with my uncle's family, my parents departed back to arizona and i braved the last part of the journey to provo all by myself- yeah, that's right. i'm a big girl now. so now i'm back in the bubble getting all settled back into my routine and savoring my last few days of summer.

a little extra kick with my daily vitamin.

so i've been cleaning out my room getting all packed up and ready to go back to byu when i decide to sort of my giant bag of pills that i took to france (ibuprofen and vitamins, i'm not a junkie thanks). i put them in the bag for travel convenience and when i came back decided to keep them in the bag, for amy convenience. and thus they have sat on my desk for the past 3 months.

anyway, i decide that it's probably time to sort the ibuprofen from the vitamins. while i'm in the middle of this process, i notice something funny about my little pink vitamin pills. They have little green spots on them that weren't there when i left for france. so hey, good news! i've been taking moldy vitamins. yeah. somewhere between april and august, my healthy pills became not-so-healthy by becoming prime real estate for fungus.

basically, the point is, if i die in the next couple weeks, you know why. also, feel free to be really grossed out by this situation. because i reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally was. the end!

meh.

la france: tu me manques.

tales of a working woman

so i have some interesting experiences at work sometimes. surprisingly enough, i'm pretty satisfied with my job. i think it's because i walked in with rock bottom expectations, so now everything pretty much exceeds any thoughts i had previously entertained. i think the enjoyment stems from my recent discovery that i'm kind of OCD. (like when i'm driving in the car and i turn up the volume, i have to have it on a multiple of 5. like 5, 10, 15, 20, 25, etc. i can't stand it when it's at any other level. it drives me crazy.) i like to organize things. i like to put things in order. i really like using post-its to label stacks of files. actually i like using post-its for anything. i go through a ridiculous amount of post-its. i hope no one notices. they might start taking it out of my check.

although i do get a strange satisfaction from my work, there are drawbacks. it is pretty boring most of the time. yesterday, for example, i experienced a combination of boredom and fatigue that was so strong i was literally going cross-eyed in a desperate attempt not to pass out at my desk. and the fact that i like to put things in order means that things are very disordered to begin with, which often leads to extreme frustration and me wanting to set myself on fire a lot. and every once in a while there are these little black bugs in the office. it's kind of annoying (and gross and makes my coworker scratch a layer off of her skin in a nervous habit because bugs really freak her out), but i created a little game to entertain myself: when i see one crawling across the filing cabinet next to me, i flip it over on its back and look over now and then to see how long it takes for it to flip back over. (repeat.) i'm really aware of how sick and strange that is, so you don't need to tell me thanks, but these are the things that make the day go by just that much faster.

also, i came to find out the other day that basically everyone that i work with in the office was operating under the impression that i was 17 years old.
conversation #1:
coworker: "my husband is really good friends with your brother! i was telling him about how you work here now and he said the last time he saw you you were like 5! and then i was like oh no she's gotta be about 17 now. you're 17 right? or are you 18?"
me: "umm...i'm 20."
(awkward silence ensues)

conversation #2:
coworker (different one): "oh my gosh my daughter would love that! she's 17 too."
me: "umm...i'm 20."
(awkward silence ensues)

there are other instances that i could cite, but really it's just a little too humiliating. you know, when i was in high school everyone thought i was in college. and now that i'm in college, everyone thinks i'm in high school. go figure.

on a more important note, i had a life-validating conversation with another coworker two days ago at lunch:

coworker: "how old are you?" (hey, at least she didn't assume i was 17)
me: "i'm 20."
coworker: "no ring- i assume you're not married?"
me: "that would be correct."
coworker: "do you have any kids?"
me: "uh...no."
coworker: "boyfriend?"
me: "nope."
coworker (looking over at fellow coworker): "dang. she's doing good. i wish my daughters were like that."

so there you have it- i am to be congratulated for being 20 years old, unmarried, childless, and boyfriendless! take THAT 75% of the population at BYU! somebody give me a klondike bar. i got places to go, people to see, and things to do. no babies, no boys. just me.

don't be shocked, but...

i'm stealing this post idea from one of my favorite ladies miss holli hale- i found it while i was blog stalking her. lurk lurk lurk...
anyway, here are two lists of things that i either like or dislike, both of which when confessed result in people looking at me like i either ran over a family of puppies or ate a family of puppies. so here we go.

things i feel ashamed for not liking:
1. lasagna
2. politics in any way, shape, or form.
3. cinnamon
4. the whole wear-t-shirts-under-spaghetti-strap-or strapless-dresses movement ( feel like i should be supportive of these attempts to be modest but mostly i just hate the tackiness of it all).
5. big social gatherings
6. singles wards
7. modern disney movies.
8. tomatoes
9. decorative pillows
10. rock band
11. sunscreen
12. pets. especially dogs.

things i feel ashamed for liking:
1. britney spears
2. leggings
3. fast food. all of it.
4. america's next top model
5. sleeping for ridiculous amounts of time.
6. bottled water
7. drinking milk straight from the carton
8. facebook
9. anything with choreographed song and dance
10. veal
11. skinny-dipping.

bibbidy bobbidy boo.

so i went to disneyland like two weeks ago with my sister wendy and her two kids erik and ally (ages 14 and 11). we drove there, spent four days at disneyland, one at the beach, and then drove back. and while i was expecting 6 days of "are we there yet?" "we're hungry!" "we're bored!" "play with me!" "i wanna do THIS!" "buy me THAT!", the children were actually quite well-behaved and we all had a ridiculously good time. the weekend did a pretty good job of convincing me that maybe, just maybe, not all kids between the ages of 10 and 18 are little monsters. i may even consider keeping mine once they get past the cute baby stage. maybe.

so here are some pictures of the disneypalooza.wendy and i became honorary citizens of disneyland. it's very prestigious, and not a lot of people get the privilege. what does it mean? absolutely nothing. but you get a cool pin and people (mostly 10 year olds) are jealous of you. how much more could you really ask for?we buried erik in the sand. but unfortunately he wouldn't lay still long enough for us to build him a nice set of sand boobs. he's in that "i'm too cool for sand boobs" 14 year old stage. shame.