THANKFUL!

santa!!!

dress up surprise parties

cheerleaders :)

state champs!!!!

grown up slip n slides

fantasy football draft tough girls

synchronized swimming

pee wee football speed

cheeks!!

halloween....christmas

boys ;)

Holy cow, where to begin. I love thanksgiving- I love football, and crunchy leaves, and eating until you are absolutely sick and then going to get seconds. But the true meaning of thanksgiving is to show and express gratitude for all the wonderfulness around us....so here is my ranting random grateful list for 2010:

1. Im grateful for my family. They are my people. They mean absolutely everything to me. I don't know who I would be without them.

2. Im grateful that my mom pretty much worked a full time job to pay for my dance and violin lessons, as an ungrateful brat of a child I don't think I ever recognized the sacrifices she was making for me. I do now, and I am so amazed!

3. Im grateful for six of the cutest nephews in the world. I love that they each have such distinctive personalities. I'm grateful that Mack was born on my birthday, that paxten loves to play cars with me and beat me in the homerun derby, that bo has the awesomest cheeks and lets me love on them, that cru says i love you caca in between telling me to stop singing, that cael finally remembered my name and didn't call me krisica even though that is also pretty awesomely funny, and that brooksie gives me awesome loves every time he sees me!

4. Im grateful that President Monson's smiling crinkley face is my screen saver, pure joy and a reminder that i should be doing good things.

5. Im grateful to work with the sweetest little ladies that are so nice and always give me awesome life advice and tell me not to get married.

6. Im grateful that I can dance and feel so happy and free and wonderful just from moving my body and creating something. For a long time I wasn't dancing for the right reasons and I was tearing myself down so much that I just was unhappy. I am so glad that I am fixed and can feel such joy by doing something that I've worked so hard at.

7. Im grateful that I can express my testimony through music. I'm not good and bearing my testimony in church, I think its hard and awkward to say what I mean and have it make any sense to people outside of my head. But when I can play it, I can feel and show those emotions and it just works out so much better.

8. Im grateful that i am approximately ten days away from finishing the Book of Mormon for the second time. Wow I actually understand why they always tell you to read your scriptures. It really does make you have a better day and you really can learn about the gospel and it really isn't this boring unapplicable to your life book, its a miracle! And it definitely has built my testimony so much!

9. Im grateful that I have more friends than I realize. Me and my dad always joke that I have no friends because I don't really hang out with anyone...like ever. But I really do have people in my life that I care about that would help me and be there for me. I have friends at school and I have friends from high school and I have the best family ever, Im really kind of a lucky kid.

10. Im grateful for crunchy leaves, nail polish, big fluffy bed spreads, big fluffy clouds, an awesome guessing on tests accuracy, my i pod shuffle mode knowing exactly what I want to listen to, halloween, tv shows i like, st george weather, getting into nursing school, trench coats, steve madden heels, chocolate chip cookies, slip n slides, cancer survivors, mascara, back massage tradesies, school vacations, swimming, finding a brand of jeans that fit my booty, football, the church of jesus christ of latter day saints, and (maybe my most grateful item) HOME.

Happy Halloween!....

.....or Merry Christmas whatever floats your boat! By now I figure you have all seen the majesty of our annual halloween party on all of my sisters blogs so I will just post this awesomeness of me and kristi, aka jovie the elf and girl from avatar! Love halloween, its my very favorite. I have like the next ten years of costumes picked out!

Mr. Cael

Hang in there little man! Caca loves you! You are the bravest stud ever!

And it came to pass....

After reading my scriptures last night I get down on my knees to pray. Usually I start out my prayers with "dear heavenly father," or something of that nature. You know Im a pretty predictable person. Last night I apparantly decided to mix it up, I kneel and say, "And it came to pass." Haha and it came to pass? seriously? I was going to try and recover and make it into a real prayer, but it so did not work out. Im kneeling on the ground at 11 at night giggling like an idiot to myself. I go out and tell my mom while she is washing her face and we both start laughing way too hard. For the next half hour I sat there busting a gut! I then try and kneel and pray again but can hardly breath I am laughing so hard. Lets just say my goodnight prayer last night did not move any mountains or cause any miracles. But seriously funny! Almost as funny as when my mom answered the phone and said "heavenly father?" instead of hello!

I'm IN!

(oh I couldn't resist the sweet little asian)

I made it. That oh so ambiguous grown up goal is actually in my very immediate future. It just seems so surreal. It's like graduating high school all over again. Even though I over planned and over thought everything I still never thought that the day would actually come. Am I sure I can do this? Do I want to do this? Do I want harder scarier school and clinicals with real people that I could potentially seriously injure or kill? Am I big enough for this? My awesome sister in law Kassie commented that even when I am a real RN at the ripe old age of 20 looking like a 12 year old I am going to get a lot of comments about not being old enough for patients to trust me. We decided that I will just say, fine you can deal with one of the old hags that has worked way too long and hates their job and all of you sick people and isn't up to date on all of the new information because they went to school before I was born! Well probably not. I'm hoping that people will like me cause I'm nice. It usually works out pretty well for me! Just picture it, in approximately twentyish months I will have a big kid job, freaky! For now I am just excited to find some cute, hopefully semi well fitting navy scrubs! Nursing School here I come!

I love conference, even though its eight hours of church, even though I don't get to wear my adorable new lace adorned shirt with my rockin black pencil skirt and steve madden pumps (i mean i could have but that just seems inappropriate in a lawn chair in my half painted basement), even though I'm a loser pants and the only child home for three sessions, even though we didnt think ahead and get treats, I LOVE CONFERENCE! My three favorite talks:

1. Holland(of course): When he talked about his parents sacrificing so much to pay for his mission I bawled like a little baby(not like that's anything surprising). My parents give me everything. My mom started working a full time job so that she could pay for my dance and violin lessons. And she never complained. Never said gee wiz Jess it would sure be nice to hear some appreciation since I am working nine hour days so that you can be the prima ballerina and the concert violinist. They did it cause they love me. They do everything cause they love me and they want me to be happy. Holy crap good people.

2.Uchtdorf: The "what does this haave to do with airplanes" comment was seriously hilarious. I think he is a funny, good looking, awesomely accented older man. I love the message of his talk, when things get hard and you feel busy, don't try and make yourself busier. Don't try and speed up. Go at your optimism, this is hard crap, speed and focus on the fundamentals. I really need to listen to that.

3. President Monson: Oh how I love that wise old owl! I love his gratitude talk. He is so right! I love when I have those awesomely positive days and I just love everything and I look and the blue sky and sing my favorite songs and feel so amazingly happy that nothing can take me down. I need to do that more often, even if it's rainy and cold, even if I have two tests and have to work and dont have time to go to the gym and feel good about attempting to reduce the size of my thighs. I have everything. I have a testimony of the gospel, I have the most awesome loving family on the face of the earth, I have the opportunity to learn crazy things that most people would never want to know, I get to dance once a week and feel so alive and happy, I get to practice my violin every day(well I try and practice every day) and hear the beauty of music and work on my talents, I have friends- ya real ones, who know me and love me for who I am. I AM BLESSED!

Back to School

First Day of School! My dear sister heard of this way cute tradition where the mom had all her kids write what grade they were going into and take pictures with their signs on their first day of school. Well, we decided to initiate this tradition on the first day of my sophomore year of college because Em's kids still have a while before they get into school. And we definitely had to add the "of college" for clarification because if anything i look younger now that I did when i was in high school!

My deceivingly joyful back to school face.

In the famous sing song words of Billy Madison: back to school, back to school, to prove to my daddy that i'm not a fool, i've got my shoes tied tight, my lunch packed right, i hope i don't get in a fight. But in my case it's more like back to school, because im a fool, and took summer classes which totally killed my break, and now im burnt out already and its been like five days! But that PB&J during my communications class really does make me feel better!

i owe ice cream

There is a tradition in my family. The origins are unknown to me. For some of my siblings it would have been quite easy to keep up with and only came about a couple of times. For others of my siblings it is much more frequent and possibly impossible. Well the time has come again for me to owe ice cream. This much anticipated moment was made even sweeter because it took so dang long, but the day finally came, and its time for me to pay up! So here you go, virtual ice cream via blog. If you want the real stuff you will just have to come and get me!

summer thus far

I love zumba! I drag my butt out of bed almost every morning at nine so I can go to zumba class at my gym. It is so much fun even though I look like a seriously white retard ballerina trying to do hip hop. And yes, I wear yellow stretchy pants with a jean inlay like the girl in the picture and make the awesome face the guy is making.

Me and Debora Dawn at my performance in Zion. Somehow they roped me into performing again. I am really going to have to practice saying no, especially with another Nutcracker coming up! It was actually really fun to perform outside in the beautiful canyon and Debora took me and Lachelle to a delicious dinner! As long as I get food out of it I am totally cool. And I got to dance with my teacher Amber and my old ballet teacher Angie so that was fun to be one of the big girls!

During finals week my little study group and I decided that our brains couldn't possibly take any more input so we took a break to celebrate our awesome grades! Me Becca and Allie went to a roadrunners game and it was so much fun! And yes, we might have broken out the flashcards while we were there, but I'm sure no one even noticed that we were talking about vaginas and feces!

Me and Kristi did some out of school baking. I don't actually remember this, but I'm pretty sure it happened since I have photo evidence.

Last night I broke out the 98 degrees christmas CD. PURE JOY! Haha I can't even tell you how much I love that CD and the extreme happiness it brings me. Best CD ever!

I live in the freakin Enchanted Forest! My good friend Chippie, who I named chippie because I thought he was a chipmunk but is actually a squirrel, lives at my house! Every time I come home I see his bushy little tail running away from me, and then he'll freeze like I can't see him if he is standing still. Haha I love chippie!

I know I know I haven't blogged in forever. But like I kept telling my sister when she was trying to get me to read a fun book... I don't have time for recreational reading. And I will extend that to this, I didn't have time for recreational blogging of my funnies, I'm so serious and focused on stupid summer school that nothing funny happened! But that is over now thank goodness and I got a hundred percent plus a bonus on my lab final so I think that is a success. It's time for me to step back in the blog world!

Cute Glasses and Golf over Football

I have a dilemma. A very dramatic manly dilemma. And I am just so not a drama person! I hate it and I think its stupid. So... I have been hanging out with this boy that I kind of dated in high school and even though I'm not really interested in him and I'm pretty sure he's not interested in me, I was just hanging out cause I need friends! Anyway so while hanging out with this boy, one of his best friends, that is way funnier, cuter, funnier, more personalityish, and funnier than him, started texting me and what not. And of course I'm going to be more interested in the funny, cute one over the the one that prefers golf to football and tries to serenade me with his not so sweet music. So when golf over football finds out that cute glasses boy has been talking to me he just gets his panties in a bunch and starts acting so weird! All of the sudden he is this gentleman and opens my doors and offers me shotgun and actually acts like he likes me even though he really doesn't he's just mad that cute glasses boy is interested! So pretty much I am ruining these boys's friendship and just causing so much drama, and I am so not that girl! BUT, luckily golfer is moving to Provo in the next couple days, which means that cute glasses can be done "laying off" as instructed by his friend, and hopefully take me on a real, no dirty little secret, date! A girl can dream right!!

Is reality REAL or is it something your brain creates?

I held someone's brain in my hands today. Their entire reality. All of their thoughts, memories, actions, dreams, plans, and so much more. In my hands. I can name all of the parts. Seriously quiz me, I am not kidding around with my anatomy studying! But it just blows my mind! I am sitting here blogging on my computer...my brain is facilitating my writing and comprehension and finger movements and my vision, and color recognition, and object recognition, and my background thoughts of beautiful men, and the background song in my head that never really goes away. Holy Cammoley! It is just beyond my comprehension how all of this works! We are smart, loving, able people because of this grey matter in our heads...it just freaks me right out! Maybe I should become a student of the philosophy of life cause there is some seriously deep thought going on in my brain right now. Weird. But I like it.

Back to the Ence's

My sophomore year of high school i dated the most gorgeous wake boarding boy that lived out in the middle of nowhere in the biggest most fun house ever. I have wonderful memories full of pool parties and sand volleyball. Well I went back to that beautiful oasis yesterday. But things were very different. I was in a one piece swimming suit. Carson is on his mission somewhere foreign and crazy that I don't remember. I actually talked to a bunch or random people that I knew from high school (which isn't different from then, but it doesn't happen very often now). And I went with Narnia. Now the fact that he has a girlfriend and they are back together after taking a break, which was when me and him hung out a couple times, is new information to me. But regardless it was really fun to be social! People are actually nice when you are crammed in a hot tub together, even the ones you thought didn't like you in high school. Wearing a one piece in public is not embarrassing I actually got a couple compliments. And I think I might actually hang out with the most adorable kid that I had a huge crush on in eighth grade. All in all it turned out great and I officially have at least one friend. What could be better than that? I am such a little college co-ed. At least thats what my old young womens leader said when she saw me at the grocery store..."you just look like such a cute little co-ed!"

Jeepers Creepers!

I went on the creepiest date of my life. I really just don't want to go into it. But here is a little advice for all of those fellow daters in the world- even though the only people that read my blog are married family members.
1. Don't stare creepily at other people's bare sunburned legs. Its just weird.
2. If you notice that the other person is talking, asking questions, and then talking again, maybe throw in some dialog of your own. Thats why they call it a two way conversation.
3. If you happen to bring up the other persons ex boyfriend, even though she broke up with him cause she honestly just wasnt that interested, there is no need to remind her of how funny looking he is. And DONT under any circumstances ask if he is a good kisser. A. that is just weird- if you want to know so bad, try him out for yourself. B. if you just want to talk trash on him- well that is just unnecessary.
4. And this is really the most important one. DONT TELL THE WEIRD CREEPY STORY OF HOW YOU GOT EXCOMMUNICATED ON YOUR MISSION! I do not want to hear it! It makes me feel very uncomfortable to know that you got mad at heavenly father to give you kidney stones.
5. After all of this terribleness, don't ask to go for a walk around the block. The ride home was torture enough, there is absolutely no need to prolong it further.
6.AND after all of that....don't text me after and act surprised that I didn't text you back.

The creepy love note and yellow car should have been red flags enough for me to run in the opposite direction.

YES!!!

I feel how Brooks's face looks

I am done with finals! I am officially a sophomore in college and have no more studying or schooling to do for a whole month!

Narnia and I got hot chocolate and talked for like an hour. Magical. He made fun of me for telling him I was "almost 19," I gave him crap for being naturally athletic, it was a good time.

My whole crazy wonderful family was in the same place at the same time. I love them. A whole lot. My little nephews are the most adorable things in the world!

Cael finally remembered my name and didn't call me Krissica by the end of the trip.

I saw the winner of the Ironman as he transitioned from bike to marathon..crazy!

I got my bangs cut and now look like the pretty lady from Army Wives that used to be on Jag.

Its a GOOD day!

It Happened!

Magical :)

You know that wonderful moment when you realize that the dream you've been dreaming for the past four months is actually coming true! For me, I usually start giggling, turn red, and speak in incoherent stuttering sentences. Well that moment happened today. The move has been made. My number is in his phone, and his in mine. We had a very short mini conversation over text. I smiled incessantly for a good four hours. What a wonderful day! Ha I'm such a little middle school girl and I don't even care, it makes me happy!

Seriously?

Although the testing center has been known to give me butterflies and the giggles, yesterday that was definitely not the case! Well I mean, it totally was, but I also had to take a four page Psych test that took me two hours! And it was not a nice little multiple choice, it was all free answer. But not just, lets see if you understand the concept free answer, it was lets see if you memorized the ninety some odd pages that were on this exam by asking you the most ridiculously specific questions that will make you cry! Upon exiting, Narnia tells me its a good thing there wasn't a time limit on my test cause I was in there forever. Oh was I, huh I hadn't noticed! My elbow was aching for the next four hours from gripping my stupid pencil so tight!

In my jazz class we did African Dancing, do you know how white and ridiculous I am?...Im pretty sure I threw my back out trying to get my groove on. Seriously?

In yoga the new blonde with her perfect teeth and tiny spandex pants informed us on no uncertain terms that this was not her first yoga class. Apparently my competitiveness got the best of me and I wanted to show her that we too are yoga vets. I tried really hard to do my shoulder stand rock out of it thing....Not only is my spine bruised, but I also managed to knee myself in the face! Seriously!

Let's just say that I am not having the easiest time getting around today.

After I started crying when my boss called me and told me I had to work all weekend, I realized that it must be time for some Midol. Great! The worst part is, that even if I didn't have work every Friday and Saturday night, I still wouldn't have anything to do! Cause I don't have friends! I would end up watching High School Musical two with my dad. Seriously!

I now have to go to my three hour, one credit biology lab. I hate this lab. Especially today. And no, I did not study, which means I will do bad on the quiz, which means I probably wont get an A in the class, which means I will have to watch a three hour long movie on evolution and write a paper on it for five points extra credit, and still not have an A in the class. Seriously?

Now don't get all worried here, just because I can't walk and Im on my period and I am so ready to be done with school I am tempted to just not go again and see what grades I could get without my finals, does not mean that I have lost my sunshine. I am still the joyfully happy person you all know and love, I just need a little more chocolate and some eye candy and I will be good. Maybe I will go to the testing center without any tests and just sit and stare. Cause thats not creepy at all!

Mature Modesty

At the ripe old age of eighteen I have finally passed up my desire to wear skankalicious swim wear and have settled into an adorable pinky orange one piece swimming suit. I know, I never thought it would happen either. I mean I love all of my adorable, ruffley, comfortable, easy to go to the bathroom in, two pieces. They don't have to try and cover my incredibly long body and still not gape in the chest, I mean you can buy two completely different sizes in tops and bottoms! That is very convenient in one so disproportionate as I! But I actually found a modest suit that fits me! And doesn't look awful! And is still cute and ruffley and vaguely comfortable, and covers my giant long body and doesn't gape in my boobs! It truly is a conference weekend miracle. I just feel so mature and modest. And you know what they say about modesty! Haha MODEST IS THE HOTTEST!!!

(p.s.-that picture is my actual swimming suit, sorry its super small but that's the only way i could figure out how to illegally copy and paste it onto my blog! And there is not a chance in crap I would take a picture of myself in a swimming suit and post it on the internet! )

Red Rover Red Rover, Send Narnia Right OVER!

Ya, that's right. My soul mate spot is empty (thanks for the advice Kass, and all others!) and I'm really hoping Narnia gets the message. Or pretty much any other around my age, semi-good looking, funny, full of testimony and vigor young man! Yes, I pulled the "I think we should just be friends card" and yes I know its very cliche. But it was either that or tell Mr. Negative Nancy that he was driving me absolutely bonkers with his complaining and i hated that he didn't listen to me when I talked! And just because you can bench 375 pounds does not mean that you are Heman, and even if you were, I still don't want you to push me off the couch! And I'm sorry that I get a better score on every test in biology, but seriously don't get mad cause you're not as smart as me, you still got a hundred percent! Haha so I told him we should just be friends, he took it surprisingly well. Maybe he was just as sick of me as I was of him!!!

Deep in Thought

Real life Texas Ranger
vs.
Testing Center Stalking Narnia

So the whole breaking up thing, apparently I'm not very good at it. Cause look at me once again seeing Texas Ranger way too much, and I just don't have the feelings that he has towards me! But I seriously have no other friends and I was so bored and lonely for the day and a half that we didn't talk! But isn't that just the freaking rudest thing in the world, to date someone just because I have nothing better to do. I am such an awful person. But I really do like him and think that he is a good person. He treats me incredibly well. But I just don't think we are right for each other, at all. Like we are pretty much as opposite as two people can get besides the fact that we are both total nerds. Is it bad for me to keep dating him even though I don't want to end up with him in the long run? I just don't know what to do. I mean if Narnia were knocking down my door asking me out, then I would have no problem cutting my ties with Texas Ranger and skipping off into the testing center sunset. But no one else even talks to me! Oh the dilemmas of a dating girl! In the exponential amount of chick flicks I have seen in my life, never has it been this hard! There is always a clear choice! Someone is always running into them around the corner or coming to their window to sing them a song! This has totally clouded my perception of real life!

IM BACK!

I know, I know...my blogging has been seldom and far between lately, but good news for all of you that have missed my quit wit and humor! I broke up with my boyfriend! So that means I will have oogles of time for my beloved outlet of a blog! Hopefully some fun stalker stories will be coming your way soon. I mean, I kind of enjoyed having a boyfriend, just cause ya know it gave me something to do and he was really nice and took me to dinner and i think he actually really liked me, which lets be honest doesn't happen very frequently. But then he started really really liking me and it made me nervous!!! Ha and he like read surgical manuals for fun, and his favorite treat is yogurt....I need a man that can appreciate my insane love for all things chocolate and my incredible cookie making talent, and he just didn't fit the bill. And I feel like a total witch (substitute the w for a b) for breaking his little heart after only three weeks. And I'm seriously going to miss having someone to talk to and hang out with all the time, ya know because of my lack of friends. But I seriously think it was for the best. He was too serious, and because I am so serious I need someone not so serious, seriously! I guess its back to the testing center for me, if only I had any money to invest, I could go to the bank and checkup on the beautiful bank man. Don't worry, my job starts in June, and then I will be in there every two weeks! And yes I will memorize his schedule and actually go in the bank, wearing my hot jeans and sending out the vibe with my long hair (long hair=attractive to men and single just in case you were wondering.) And yes, my hair isn't actually long at all, but by June! I mean just imagine the potential length! It could mean wonderful things for me and the bank man!!!!

MEET THE FAMILY!

The dry spell is over. I owe a lot of ice cream. He even met my family! Now to be precise, he didnt meet my entire family, he still has a big football coach brother and amazingly hilarious greek sister in law...and some awesomely crazy and hilarious nephews to go! But he met the bulk of them, along with Kaber and his flavor of the week, at the parents anniversary/we want to meet your friend boy party yesterday. I have to say, it went quite well! There was only one mention of boobs, that Im not actually sure he heard and JJ only said he would take his shirt of and beat him like twice! That is pretty successful for my first legit (or lagit as Em would say) college friend boy family meeting. Some might actually go as far to say that he is my boy friend, but I just dont feel grown up enough to use that word. I think he even won some points with Josh because he actually knew the rules to Curling, thanks to his Canadian upbringing, and yes he does say mum and wagon funny! Maybe someday i will actually have a picture that I can post but for now just make a mental image and then we can compare how close you were!

The Testing Center

The testing center.... the three most dreaded words in the college vocabulary. At least every normal person in college. But am I normal? I think not. You may be asking...why on earth does this crazy girl like going to the awful place that makes you be quiet and put your backpack in a funny bag and prevent you from nonchalantly looking over your shoulder to see what the idiot next to you got on number three, just to make sure you're on the right page?

Reason #1: The only class that actually makes me go to the testing center is my CNA class. And these aren't actual tests, they are just semi-long quizzes. And I have gotten 100% on every single one....except for one, I missed the one about washing hands, 10-15 seconds just didn't seem long enough!

Reason #2: There just happens to be a beautiful boy that works there. And apparently he knows my entire family, which at least gave us something to talk about. And I'm pretty sure he is at least an inch taller than me, which totally works, I don't like looking up at people anyway. And he pretty much told me that I smell deliciously wonderful and he loves me. Well he actually just asked me if i put lotion on, and I said ya sorry its so smelly (cause it really was super strong but my hands were so dry from washing them with such wonderful technique in my CNA class!) And he always sits me at the same computer (#4), and I'm pretty sure its because at that computer he has the perfect angle to watch me take my tests so awesomely successfully! Except for the time the weird kid that told me my hair was rad sat me at Computer #8, I don't think my love was very happy about that! And neither was I because that is when I missed my one and only "wash your hands for 30 seconds" question! Freak!

I love the Testing Center! It give me such joy to go there every tuesday and friday at 11:00!

Ice Skating!!!

Ha my awkward facial expression really expresses my emotions at this time! Ice skating is freaking hard! And I was so nervous and crappy! And they gave me the little girl skates with pink laces cause they knew that I was on the same level as the five year olds!

Notice the dissheveled bangs and curly hair...well lets just say it wasn't because of my incredible speed and skill! It was so cold my hair actually curled! And I'm pretty sure my toes got frost bite and are in the process of falling off.

Scary face...I know....but what do you do. And yes, that is an actual boy, in real life. Not just an ambiguous figure that I stalk at the bank and church events. I went on a date. Ha and it was a pretty funny one, I'm not gonna lie. First off, lets just remember how physically coordinated I am... Then lets think of how this kid that I went on a date with kept telling me, "Well, I'm just naturally pretty talented physically," and "my body fat percent was like the lowest in our school." And let's add the fact that I was on ice! But it really was super fun and I actually kind of got the hang of it after a while.....after like an hour and a half of him pulling me around the ice:)

Oh and just to add to the awesomeness of my dating experience...

1. My mom used to babysit him when he was little and I still vividly remember him climbing the huge pine tree in front of my house. He said he had absolutely no recollection of me.

2. When he came to pick me up my sister told us that she wanted a picture of him lifting me in true figure skating manner. He replied with a "Ya, I don't think I'm even close to that strong." For real. Out loud. In front of me and my mom and sister. Ouch.

Seriously?

In our culture, the loss of wisdom teeth is almost a right of passage. Once you have gone through the excruciating pain and the fat face, and for the most elect, dry sockets, you can officially say that you are no longer a child. Well lets just say, I am a freaking adult! Last Monday I went to the cute little asian's office for the removal of my childhood. When I woke up, to my great surprise, I was giggling like a four year old! Being the extreme crier that I am, I just expected to be one of the blubbering girls you see so often. NOPE! I was just laughing up a storm. Until my mom tried to get me to drink V8 Juice, I told her on no uncertain terms that I don't like tomatoes! And then had the best ice cream cone of my life. By the end of the week my face was feeling better and I could almost eat macaroni and cheese. So I go to school all week, the swelling getting less and less. The food getting more and more solid. When all of the sudden yesterday, the right side of my face is double the size it was when I got my teeth out! What the heck? Yes, I got a freaking infection and had pus leaking into my mouth!!! Not good! So now I'm on another set of drugs and I am just not very happy about the condition of my health! On top of all of that I had to get a tetanus shot and went to a really intense dance class that basically ripped every muscle in my body. I'm hoping that this long weekend will give me the chance to heal so I can walk and eat normal solid foods. And that is my excuse for not blogging in the past like month, so stop giving me crap! You know who you are!