camping recap.

so i went camping with my two brothers, sister, and their respective famblies for memorial day weekend. here is some stuff that happened:

i wore a cowboy hat one day and sang a medley of disney songs by a river.

i made friends with a child out of fear that if i didn't, he might kill me in my sleep. turns out he was a funny little kid who has a dream and the best kool-aid perma-stache i've ever seen.
kid: "when i'm twelve, i'm going to change my name to justin."
me: "oh cool. like justin bieber?"
kid: "no. i hate him."
me: (crap please don't kill me)
i drank a lot of soda and ate some stuff made over a fire.
i had a good time with the fam.

let me tell you about why i'm funny.

a few weeks ago i had to go to san francisco with a group of young elders to get our visas from the french consulate. after spending a day with these 19 year old boys, i questioned my sanity in deciding to go on a mission, but in the end i left with endearing feelings towards them. they gave me their address at the MTC and made me promise to send them a package.

"and send pictures of you and your friends too. your girl friends."

yeah ok.

oh i sent them pictures of girls alright.


i think they're gonna LOVE it!

pointing fingers

this is my dear friend megan's baby. this is a video they took while messing with him. apparently he does NOT like it when people point at him. it makes me laugh EVERY time, especially his outraged scream at 0:44. so funny.
rest assured that they're good parents and they love lil' e.j. (YEAH I SAID IT MEGAN!!) very much. as do i.

that's just how my face is.

sometimes the internet decides to freeze when you're in unfortunate facial expressions during a video chat so that the last image the other person has of you makes you look like a crazy person. no big deal.

probably will make you feel uncomfortable.

here are some questions i've posed to gmail recently:
wait what? people still chat on AIM? AIM still exists? i wonder if i can log into my old screen name from 9th grade...(bluejeanbaby373, by the way, inspired from a legacy growing up listening to neil diamond)


wait what??? what in my emails is prompting these ads? i'm pretty sure i've never mentioned anything about my cervix, to anyone, ever. in fact, i'm pretty sure before this moment in time, i've ever even thought about my cervix.

now that i've brought it up though, i guess it's pretty safe to say that gmail forced me to think about my cervix, ergo forcing all who read my blog to think about it as well. am i allowed to say cervix (4 times) on the internet??

...sorry.

in other news

got my diploma in the mail today. it's official, i graduated college.

and my nephew gave me a little baby tomato from his garden.(please excuse my lack of make-up. the only living things i've seen today have been dogs and my parents, so i didn't really feel super motivated to get ready.) the race for favorite niece or nephew is on, and gavin is throwin' down the gauntlet with this first offering. so far, surprisingly enough, this girl is in last place, because she refuses to play with me. also, my 16 year old nephew locked me out, so he's on thin ice too.

just kidding.

but seriously.

dogs.

so dogs have been on my brain a lot lately, namely because i'm consumed with a fiery hatred of my neighbor's dogs, which bark incessantly. (remember this? yes, well they still exist. and i still hate them.)

also, i've been taking care of my sister's dogs while she's out of town. she has two big ones, their breed escapes me, but they're large enough to scratch the living daylights out of my, ahem, future baby feeders when they jump on me. and then she has one little one, that might actually be capable of levitation. she got so excited to see me that she peed on me. which was cool.

not.

here's the thing. i love the idea of having a dog. in my fantasy, i have this great dog that i take on walks and play fetch with, and it lays its head in my lap as i read, and eats robbers when they try to steal my stuff. but this said dog wouldn't smell (i'm sorry, regardless of how recently you've washed a dog, it still smells like a dog. a clean dog, yes, but still a dog), wouldn't jump on me, wouldn't bark inconveniently, wouldn't pee on me/my floor, and wouldn't lick or slobber on me. the problem is, this dog does not exist, so i would be left with...this: