Seeeeeattle!

*I want everyone to notice that I got pictures in the middle of this post.  Clap for me.*

It might actually be time to post about my Thanksgiving week trip.  Wow.  What a cool city!!  Seattle.  It has an OCEAN.  It always RAINS.  It's always CLOWDY.  I think I'm in love.  Rain and ocean together are brilliant!  Love em, love em, love em.

 Whitney and I left for Seattle on Tuesday the 25th.  Amazingly, our plane was only delayed by 45 minutes, which... seriously is really good for a flight that I'm on!  AND they gave us full cans for our drinks on the plane.  I love it when they do that.  :)

Whit's dad (Evan) made us our own room in his garage.  It was AWESOME!  It was complete with pictures on the walls, rugs on the floor, and space heaters to keep the temperature good.  :)

 

The first few days we mostly just chilled out.  Pretty much we just hung out with Evan. We had a DVD series called Planet Earth and OH MY WORD.  Whit and I are addicted.  If you haven't seen planet Earth, then go find it!

 

 Thanksgiving was fun.  A bunch of Evan's friends came over, and guess what we did?!  We had a big dinner.  Surprised?  Yeah... thought not.  His friends were way cool, though, so it was a really fun dinner.  And yes, the food was amazing.  Except... I do have one question.  Why are things that taste gross considered to be "high class" stuff?  Examples: caviar, escargo, duck, etc.  

No, we didn't have any of these things at Thanksgiving dinner, but we did have "sparkling water" instead of "regular water".  Ever had that?  Basically it's just soda water.  Ew.  Why?  It's just bitter and... completely lacking any pepsi or root beer flavoring.  Therefore... not so good.  Whit had a really good analogy for the whole gross-stuff-being-high-class thing.  Back in Shakespeare's day, all the rich people got the seats up high in the theatre.  The richer you were... the higher you got to sit.  And the poor people were right up next to the stage.  (Granted, they had to stand... but still you get the idea.)  Eventually people started thinking... "Wait... they can see better than we can," and the front seats became the expensive ones.  Maybe some day rich people will think... "Wait... this tastes gross," and twinkies will be more respected.  After dinner, we went to the new 'Australia' movie.  Way good.  Must be recommended.  Uh... kay

 

Whit's aunt, Leslie, cut and dyed our hair on Friday.  It took a good chunk of the day to do all three of us, but man... was it ever needed.  I won't bore you with details from that.

 

Saturday we had "readings" done.  What is this, you might ask?  Well... I'm still kind of wondering that myself.  We went to see one of Evan's friends, Eugenia, who is a... well... a psychic, for lack of a better word.  She was hilarious!  Her laugh was this loud cackle that just made me laugh right back.  She was super blunt, too.  The outcome?  My future doesn't look so bright.  Thanks.  Thank you very much.  I could have told you that.  :)

 

After our helpful readings, we went to Pike's Place Market.  Such a funny place!  I loved it, though.  They have a fish market there, and the workers just throw all the fish and crabs and

 lobster and... well... just all the seafood... through the air.  Weird and super cool.  This guy who worked there was watching Whit and me trying to get pictures of the fish flying through the air, so finally he made us go up front, and had Whitney stand underneath all the fish they were throwing.  I think he and Whit really hit it off.  Even though they live in different states, and neither even

 knows the other's name... I think there is a future there.  You can see the fish over her head in this picture.

 

Whitney wanted a good picture of a lighthouse, so we went to a beautiful beach.  It was super, 

super foggy which only made it that much more amazing.  The fog was sooo thick.  You could actually see water droplets in the air.  Everything was just coated in water and it was only from the fog.  We walked along the shore for a while, then had to climb over a whole bunch of cool rocks before we got to the lighthouse.  The light wasn't actually on (I'm not sure why... I would think fog... yeah. I dunno.)  But we got some way cool pictures of the lighthouse and the cool driftwood and stuff.  Unfortunately, a lot of the pictures were on Whit's black and white camera that actually uses... wait for it... FILM.  Wow.  :)  She is in a photography class and she develops the film in a dark room and such... therefore I can't put them on my blog.  Anyway... back to the previously scheduled post... It was such a pretty beach!  And one of my favorite things... Whit's hair had been straightened, and with how foggy and wet it was... her hair got bigger, and bigger, and bigger, and bigger the longer we stayed.  SO FUNNY!  I totally forgot to get a picture of it though, and it was SO PICTURE WORTHY!  Dang.

 

Anyway... loved it.  Miss the ocean already.  I've just gotta get me one.

 

I got to Sun Valley today, so I'll post about that when I get home.  Yay Sun Valley!!

 

Lovin' the good ol' NC!

“Real life” is often hard to face after vacations.  I’m definitely feeling that right now!  I just got back from visiting my sister in North Carolina.  I had sooo much fun!

This is how my vacation started.  I have this… thing.  It’s called BAD TRAVELING KARMA.  Not sure what I did to deserve it.  All I know is that every time I fly, I end up in some weird situation!  I’ll either have an airplane with some crazy delay, or else the airlines will loose my luggage.  Really, like every time.

My plane from SLC to Houston was supposed to take off at 1:30.  They loaded us all on the plane at about 1:00, then we sat there for an hour and a half while they tried to "fix a small problem."  Wonderful.  After an hour and a half they finally asked us to get off of the plane.  Oh goody. Okay.  Officially missed my connecting flight.  I guess the problem was with the navigation system or something.  I don't know.  I didn't really get it.  Finally at 4:30 (!!) they came on the intercom and said, "The navigation system on the plane has been fixed, and the plane is now ready to take off."  Everyone was pretty excited until they went on, "The BAD news is that our flight attendants are nearing the end of their shift, and if they work this flight now they will be clocking in overtime hours, and that isn't something we can do.  We have a new flight crew coming, however.  They should be here at about 9:00, so we'll plan on taking off at approximately 9:30."  Oh. My. Heck.  You have got to be kidding me.  I just sat there and laughed.  It was so dang funny to me!  So then I had to get in a line to find a new plane to take me from the Houston airport to North Carolina.  How long did the line take?  Oh, only 2 hours.  Ugh.  There were no more flights out of Houston that night, however.  So I flew to Houston (we took off at about 10) then they got me a hotel.  I couldn't get any of my luggage, though, so I just had to go to the hotel with... basically nothing.  By the time I got through all of the lines at the Houston airport and at the hotel and everything it was 3:00 in the morning!!  Guess what time I had to be in the hotel lobby to catch the shuttle back to the airport?  Oh- 5:45.  Yeeeeah.  I was really afraid of falling asleep and missing my plane, so I just went to my hotel room and watched tv for a couple of hours.  It was actually kinda fun!  My hotel room was super nice.  Anyway, so I ended up getting to NC at like 10ish in the morning.  It was crazy.  So dang funny, though.  There were a lot of mad people, but I just thought it was pretty funny.  :)  This is me by myself at my hotel.

The next day we drove three hours to Emerald Isle.  Emerald Isle is a little island right off of the shore of North Carolina, I guess.  Lindsay and her family and her friends and all of their families rent a beach house on Emerald Isle a couple of times a year.  Yep.  We need an ocean in Utah.  Anyway.  So we went to the beach for 4 days.  I don’t think there is a way to describe how much I love the beach.  I could live on a beach coast for the rest of my life.  Sometimes I love getting out in the waves, and sometimes I like to just sit and watch them.  I always get into a very reflective mood when I watch the ocean. 

 

Sorry- tangent.  Anyway- a couple of funny things that happened at the beach: 

(Sorry to those of you who read Lindsay’s blog, too.  There might be a little repetition.  Not all of it, though, just a little!)

 Lindsay and I were wading out into the ocean (we weren't even hip deep in the water yet) and we saw a gray fin sticking out of the water, swimming RIGHT NEXT TO US! (okay... the fin probably wasn't swimming- but whatever it was attached to sure was!)  It was literally only two feet away from us.  We hightailed out of that water as fast as we could.  No.  No, we don't know whether it was a shark or a dolphin.  The fin was large, though.  The "animal" was probably like 4 or 5 feet long.  So basically, we were either ALMOST eaten, or ALMOST Flipper's new best friends... and we don't even know which it was.  Huh.

Ah yes, and then there was also the time that I stepped on a dang sting ray while out jumping waves!  Luckily it didn't sting me.  It was really slimy, though.  Ugh. 

Really, I think my favorite part of the beach this time, though, was being there with Lindsay and her family.  I hardly ever get to see them and it was so fun to be with them.  Lindsay and I got tons of talking time in (which was great because she is super insightful and funny and helps me see things more clearly), Brian (my bro-in-law) is one of the funniest people I know, and their kids are absolutely adorable.  (I may be a bit biased, but really- they are the cutest/funniest kids in the world.)

We checked out of the beach house, and on our way back to Durham we stopped at a cool aquarium.  I love aquariums.  I really do.  Ocean life fascinates me.  McKenzie and Carson were super cute, too.  Carson just couldn’t get enough of all the fish.  

 

We also went to a rad museum.  Linds says she takes the kids there a lot.  It was fascinating.  They had so many things to do there.  It was gigantic.  They had a little zoo and a whole collection of really nasty bugs and weather demonstrations, and… yeah.  Just tons. Here we are in the butterfly… place at the museum.  TONS of butterflies flying all over the place.

 

We did other fun things, too, like going on walks, playing tag with the kids, listening to Carson sing (he never stops singing.  No, really.  Like never.  It’s awesome.), listening to McKenzie tell one of her many stories, and… ya know.  Just hung out.  It was such a good week.  I love them tons.

 Then of course on the way home, my plane was delayed… but only by 30 minutes, so I didn’t miss my connection.  No, instead I just had to SPRINT through the airport, where my backpack broke open (no trip is complete without me making a fool of myself in front of dozens of strangers) and spit all of its contents upon the ground.  Yes- my laptop included.  How is it you might ask?  Not so good.  Sad.  It'll be fine- it's usable, but needs a little doctor's visit.

Oh, and then they lost my luggage.  Shocker.  :)

Mission reunion!!

Most of you know that I had the opportunity of serving a performing mission to Nauvoo, Illinois in the summer of 2005.  It was one of the most amazing/ one of the hardest things I've ever done.  I wouldn't trade the experiences that I had there for anything.  This post could end up about 10 years long if I actually let myself get into it, so I'll just settle for talking about the reunion.  :)

20 YPMs (Young Performing Missionaries) serve in Nauvoo during the summer (10 sisters and 10 elders).  Last Friday we got together (well- as many as could come) and caught up on each other's lives, and had soooo much dang fun!  I miss these people so much.

I don't really have time to say much more (and really, there are no words that are adequate for describing Nauvoo or my connection with my Nauvoo family, anyway) so I'll just leave it to the pictures.  :)

Water and smoke... whew.

Okay… so last Sunday (not yesterday, but the one before) was the funniest day!  I’m going to start at the end of the day and move backwards.

 Whit decided to make some soup.  Canned soup.  Meaning… from a can.  Sound hard?  Yeah… I didn’t think so either.  I was standing in the kitchen with her, and suddenly there was this nasty smell.  I turned around to see thick black smoke coming from the stovetop.  Why, you may ask?  Because Whitey turned on the wrong burner.  Yep… the one with tupperware sitting on it!!  Now, you should probably all be aware that I’m REALLY good at handling emergency situations.  I keep a cool head and act quickly… which is really lucky because if I hadn’t been there, Whitney wouldn’t have had anyone there, jumping up and down in place, pointing, and yelling, “Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!  Get it, get it, get it!”  At great risk to her own hand, she pulled the orange plastic from the burner.  We were then faced with a problem.  Our landlord’s church got out at 12:00 and she told us she was coming over right after.  What time was it? 12:30.  Our apartment was smoky and smelled HORRIBLE!  We didn’t want her to come over and fear for the safety of her house.

Now lets back up a bit.  Why was our landlord coming over?  Ha.  Whitney and I decided Saturday night that we would drive to Salt Lake Sunday morning and go to Music and the Spoken Word.  So we awoke faaaaar too early in the morning to get ready to leave.  We were close to being ready when Whitney made a tragic mistake.  She turned on the water in the bathroom to brush her teeth.  I know… what was she thinking, right??  I hear an, “Uh oh,” and turned around to see the water running full strength from the faucet. She was turning the handle to the faucet back and forth, but it had no effect on the water stream.  It wouldn’t turn off.  That, in and of itself, would have been funny, but lets add another layer.  Our sink drain was plugged and would only drain really, reeeeeaaaalllllly slowly.  The sink was filling quite quickly and we couldn’t get the water off!  I ran to the kitchen, grabbed a bowl, darted back to the bathroom and started bailing the water into the shower.  We grabbed a few things (ya know… scissors, knifes) to substitute for a screwdriver, since we didn’t have one, and tried to take the handle off of the faucet.  What did we manage to do?  Strip the head of the screw, making sure that there was NO POSSIBLE WAY we were getting that handle off.  Well, great.  Meanwhile, we’re still bailing water.  Finally we realized we were going to have to call someone.  It was about 7 in the morning, and we felt bad calling, but knew we had no choice.  We called our friend, Brigham, and he didn’t know what to do, so we decided we’d have to call our landlord.  Unfortunately, she didn’t know either!  Brigham figured out how to turn off the water to our sink and called us back.  Our landlord said she’d come over after church to see the sink and figure out what to do about it.  After we turned off the water, we jetted out the door and made it just in time for Music and the Spoken Word.

So, back to 12:30 with our smoky apartment.  We ran to open the windows, only to learn something interesting.  They don’t open!  Or rather… they haven’t been opened in so long that it would probably take some serious convincing to get them to do so.  There is NO circulation in our little basement apartment, and we couldn’t think of any way to get the smell to leave.  Thank heavens she didn’t end up coming over for quite a few hours.  Yikes.

I tried to upload a couple of pictures to go with this story, but yep... still can't seem to do it.  :S

More pics-

Okay, so these are just a few more pictures from Pickleville.  I know most of you won't really care about them, but really they are just for my parents and fam who want to see more.  :)

Oh, and I had a dang fun time hanging out at the derby/Peach Days with my roomie, (well... EX roomie, I guess) DeeAura.  I thought about writing a little about it, but lucky for me- Dee put it on her blog!  If you want to read about it, go to my side bar and click on DeeAura's page.

Pickleville fun!

Okay... so Pickleville officially ended for the season. How do I feel about this? A myriad of emotions of course. (You should probably be aware that it took me about 5 minutes to figure out if #1- myriad was a real word or one that I made up and #2- how the heck to spell myriad. For those of you like me, I'll supply the definition: a countless or extremely great number. You're welcome.) I'm excited to have time to myself and to actually have my nights free, but at the same time I always feel a little sad when something so great ends.

For those of you who don't know anything about it, Pickelville Playhouse is the theatre that I worked at over the summer. We did two plays- Thoroughly Modern Millie and Chuck Wagon's Wild West Showdown (a melodrama).  In Millie I played the part of Mrs. Meers (the villain who pretends to be Chinese) and in Chuck Wagon I played Clemenine (a hoe-down towns girl) and Dallas (an outlaw). They were so so much fun and I got to work with some dang cool people- you know who you are. We started rehearsals in April and performed through the whole summer. I'm not really in the mood to write aaaallll about it, and chances are that most people wouldn't want to read about it anyway, so I'll just leave it all at that, then post some pictures for people to see. I like pictures. I'm a visual learner. I have a whole bunch of pictures, but unfortunately- I don't have them HERE. Hopefully I can update and add more picures sometime.  So, for anyone in the cast who is hurt because you aren't shown... it's not that I dislike you in anyway... it's just that I haven't gotten the pictures of you onto my computer.

(Oh- random sidenote. For anyone who might wonder why all of my posts are done in EXACTLY the same format with one picture up top and then a slide-show at the bottom, it's because I can't figure out how to put pictures in the middle of my posts. "Oh, but it's easy!" several of you might be screaming to yourselves. To that, I reply, "Yeah. Right.")

What is next in my life venture? Who the heck knows! I actually just got cast in a show-choir-type thing called the Sun Valley Carolers. Let me tell you everything I know about it: we sing. We sing Christmas songs... at Christmas time. Yup. Don't know much. I know that we go to Sun Valley (which I believe to be in Idaho, although someone recently told me they thought it was in Wyoming...) half-way through December, then perform Christmas stuff until the end of December. Beyond that... all I know is that I don't know any details. I'm sure I'll be posting more about it when I actually DO find out what is going on. Besides that, I am substitute teaching... yes I know... everyone's dream job. I actually love being in the schools, though, so it's good.  Except the time I subbed for a math teacher and he left me instructions to teach them a chapter out of their pre-calculus book. Hahaha... that was a looooong day.

I also just moved into a new apartment, however I think I'll leave that for another post because this apartment... deserves it's own post. Ooooo... got you hooked? Good. Then tune in next week- same station, same time. (And by that I mean I have no idea when I'll post about it.)

American Idol

So... sometimes my friends and I do funny things.  This... was one of those times.  :)

On July 27th (yes, I know... I never post anything until it's been over for 2 or 3 weeks) American Idol held auditions in Salt Lake City.  Did we go?  Of course we did.  :)  Please know that I- BY NO MEANS- was trying to actually make it onto the show.  I just wanted to see how all of the auditions worked and everything.  It was I.N.S.A.N.E.

It all started off the Sunday before auditions.  Whitney, Kyle (a friend in Pickleville with us) and I drove to the Delta Center to get our wristbands.  Yes.  Yes, I do know that it is no longer called the Delta Center.  I refuse to call it by any other name.  All we had to do was walk inside, show them our IDs and they slapped a wristband onto our arms.  Easy.  They told us that if we took the wristbands off, we would be immediately disqualified.  Oh, and we weren't allowed to get them wet either.  Yikes.  2 days without getting them wet.  Fun.

The actual auditions were on Tuesday.  Monday night we had a show up in Garden City, but we had to be to the Delta Center at 5:00 AM on Tuesday morning.  Yuck!  So we finished our show, slept for 2 hours, and headed to Salt Lake.  Of course we ended up leaving later than we had planned, so we didn't have time to eat breakfast.  We were super hungry, though, so we improvised.  We ran into the theatre on our way out, and scooped out the leftover, stale popcorn from our show the night before and grabbed candy and soda.  The breakfast of champions.  :)

When they got everyone inside the Delta Center, we all sang a couple of songs (over and over for the sake of filming) and cheered for forever (again- for the cameras).  Ryan Seacrest came and got a few shots (he was there for a total of about 15 minutes).

The actual auditions were so fun to watch.  They set up 10 tables across the center of the floor and sectioned them out with curtains.  Two producers sat behind each table.  They lined us up in groups of four to sing for the producers.  After each of the four had sung, the producers would talk for a second and then usually tell all four of you "No."  :)  So there were lots of people singing at the same time, and tons of people in line to go next and... it was crazy.  There were thousands of people there, and very, very few people even made it through the first round.  

It was fun to walk around the outside of the stadium- where all the concessions stands were.  Everywhere you looked, people were singing to each other, to walls, to anyone around- all practicing or warming-up or... whatever.  It was loud and crazy.  I saw soooo many people that I knew there.  It was fun because I saw people from almost every phase of my life.  I saw people I knew from middle school, from high school, from college, from choirs, from plays, I saw old mission companions, etc... It was so much fun!

We were there for a majority of the day.  It took FOREVER.  Then, of course, we had a show at Pickleville that night, so we jumped in the car the second we were done, and drove straight back to Bear Lake.  We were 30 minutes late for our make-up call.

It was suuuuuch a tiring day, but well worth the experience.  :)