The Loves of my Life

Monday night (after watching The Proposal with PIC) was spent lol'ing at Seinfeld, doing The Pro's accounting final, and partaking in some quality texting with QS and The Rangeboy. Somehow, we ended up discussing all the things we love in life. And there's quite a few. Reviewing the list made me super happy and so I decided to post it here. Mainly because it's a pain in the ass having to scroll through all the texts (one thing the iPhone has that I wish my blackberry did), but also because I love making lists.

And so, I present for you, the Loves of my Life:
*Seinfeld
*Rainy days
*Hot fudge sundaes
*Bars that serve popcorn
*Karaoke
*Sappy movies
*Bardenay
*Target
*Christmas lights
*Driving alone and singing loud
*Pictures
*Sharpie markers
*Ground squirrels
*Puppies
*Traveling
*Glitter and sequins
*Bar trivia
*Rum (even though it makes me crazy and emotional)
*Picking out the perfect present for someone
*Music that says everything you can't say
*Butterflies you get in your stomach when thinking of someone that makes you supremely happy
*BSU football (Go Broncos!)
*Red Sox baseball
*The Super Bowl
*Ryan Reynolds
*Papa Kelsey's
*Waking up and realizing you still have 2 more hours to sleep
*Potatoes
*Halloween
*Books that you can't put down
*Marathon phone/text conversations with great friends
*Surprises
*Puppies
*Kitties
*Laughing with little kids
*Laughing until you're crying
*Scarves
*Jimmy Johns
*Running around barefoot
*Writing
*Wearing glasses
*Gilmore Girls
*Greek
*Jergens cherry-almond lotion
*Texts From Last Night
*My family
*Making lists
*The moments when everything makes sense
*The fact that I have such good friends that I consider them my 2nd family.

So I could really go on and on. Apparently, I love a lot of things. Some might call it indecisiveness. I call it having a zest for life.

Photo Overload

Thanks to the BFF, I can now post actual pictures from The Circle's cabin trip. Somehow, BFF managed to only be in one picture, and a long-distance one at that. We'll have to change that the next time around!

*Triple K looking pensive.
*QS with my sunglasses.

*Me looking ridiculous.

*The Pro being lame and sick and whiny.

*Princess Ballerina. Too cute for words.

*Jet-skis are awesome.

*So are my tubing skills.

*Triple K spent a lot of time in the water

*The Pro thought he had tube burn on his knees. Really, he
just didn't put on sunscreen.

*BFF is a wimpy driver. We'll work on it.

*Halleyouya!

*The Jiffy-Pop predicament. Good thing they come in two's.

*Do you hear what I hear?

*Matching shirts. Awesome!

*Mesa Falls=WOW!










So there you have it. In other news, PIC and I went and saw 500 Days of Summer. Good movie. Probably not the best of the summer, but there is still some time to go. Wedding countdown=13 days! Maybe I will share some other wedding stories. After all, I have a million of them!

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Bruises, mosquito bites, and bonding time.

You know the saying "I need a vacation from my vacation?" I am definitely feeling that way after last weekend's Circle Cabin trip. I was only technically on vacation for a mere 5 days (which definitely wasn't long enough), but I squeezed in as much fun as possible. And I have the cuts and bruises to prove it.

QS and I left town Thursday night, with BFF and the family not far behind. Thankfully, I was only forced to ride with QS for half the time, as we met up in Twin Falls and switched off. He's definitely a backseat driver. And there is no need to be, for I have excellent driving skillz*.

I headed up to the cabin on Friday to spend some quality time with the mother and the sister. Sister leaves on Tuesday for Russia, so Saturday was really our only chance to bond, as the mother put it. And we did, by regressing back into our teenage selves, complete with tube surfing, handstand contests, and water wrestling.

The family left on Sunday, only to be replaced shortly after with The Circle, minus The Rangeboy, a sad and unfortunate exception. The next two days were spent jet skiing, drinking, jet skiing, eating, jet skiing, and taking naps. All in all, it was a damn good time. Triple K and QS finished off the Jose that someone so kindly left us, and the night was complete as Triple K thought the lightning outside was someone taking a picture of him peeing. He also managed to steal my bed from me, when he gracefully crashed into the bunk bed ladder, proving it would be a definite liability to try and make him actually climb up there to go to bed.

Due to some unforseen circumstances, our Tuesday plan of four-wheeling was replaced with some good old-fashioned sight-seeing. We fed the fish at Big Springs, and took the scenic route so we could see the natural wonder that is Mesa Falls. Made it home in time to have dinner with the family, and then it was Wednesday. Which meant that I was forced to head back to the real world. So far, it is no fun. And niether was this blog post. Please to excuse the lack of pictures. BFF has all the good ones, and she is still on vacation. I will add some spice as soon as she gets back.

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*Kidding, QS. Not about the backseat driver thing, but about being forced to drive with you. You are an excellent co-pilot and might give BFF a run for her money someday.

For your reading and viewing pleasure...

I'm bbbbaaaacccckkkkk! Wait-no one realized I was gone? Well, that's just rude.

I wasn't really gone. And it wasn't like I just didn't have anything to blog about. In fact, I think I probably had too much to blog about. Everything was swimming around in my head and had I tried to write it down, it probably wouldn't have made any sense. Even to me.

So here's a quick update: The sister came to visit and overall, it was a good time. There were times of tension, as there usually are, and there was one major mental breakdown on my part, but it was entirely the rum's fault. Other than that, there was family dinner with amazing discussion of parasites, dead mice in shoes, and maggots. There was some good shopping, HARRY POTTER! (totally loved this movie and am sad all over again that there are no more books to come), floating of the river, and a perfect night of baseball. It's crazy to think that the sister leaves for Russia in a mere 22 days. For a year! I know a year will fly by and I'm sure I will head that way to visit and enjoy some chilled vodka, but it will be so WEIRD not having her home at Christmas. Who will I argue with? It's not the same arguing with a picture or even over the phone.

Got treated to a delicious dinner courtesy of LifeCoach and friends this weekend. She whipped up some delicious latkes (potato pancakes) and my hair still smells faintly of fried potatoes. I'm totally okay with it, however, for it reminds me of home!

As for the rest of summer, I'm sure it will be over with the blink of an eye. My fair friends are in town this week for the Canyon County fair (yay for them! And fair food, of course!). My Assistant Manager gets married this Saturday, and the end of next week is the official kick-off to the Circle's cabin trip, minus a few key players (I will really only miss the Dr., though!). Unfortunately, the real world is requiring my presence back in Nampa three days earlier than planned, something I'm not happy about, but will just have to deal with. Plus, I will be stuck in a car with QS and the Rangeboy for up to 6 hours! Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Kidding, of course. I'm sure it will be highly entertaining. After that, the summer will end with a bang with the wedding of The Roommate! Due to cash flow and time management issues, this will also serve as the 2009 reunion. Mt. Rushmore best be getting ready!

And that, my friends is life as I have known it for the last little while. As a little parting gift, I leave you with this video, one of my all time favorites. And no, I don't care if you've already seen it a million times. It never gets old!


The Landlord

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Sports-4 Emily-0

I'm going to tell you a secret.

I'm not very good at sports.

Hard to believe, right? I know you're all thinking "How can that be? She moves with the grace of a gymnast! She looks like she runs 10 miles every day!"

That is not the case. What follows is a collection of some of my more finer moments in sports. All for your reading enjoyment. How'd you get so lucky?

My parents, like any good parents, enrolled me in softball when I was a wee one. I don't know if I actually enjoyed it so much as I just really liked getting a cool tshirt. And I didn't completely suck; I could definitely keep my eye on the ball and hit it almost every time it was pitched to me. The problem came when my team was in the field. Most often I was either left or right field, so that whoever played center could make up for me. I don't know what it was about being out there. Maybe it was the blazing sun. Maybe it was my active imagination. But whenever a ball was hit my way (and it always happened at least once a game), I panicked. I knew what I was supposed to do, and I actually had a pretty decent arm. But my brain never really put the connection 'catch ball, throw in-field' together. My last year in softball is a great example. I was on a team with some lame name like the Falcons or the Cardinals (why couldn't we be called the Funky Monkeys? Or the Razzin' Dazzlers? Our shirts could have had sequins and everything!) And, of course, three boys from my class were on the team with me. All I really remember is that the ball came to me in right field. I scooped it up, went to throw it, and it wasn't there. Yep. When I reared back to throw, I just let go. And those three boys? NEVER let it go.

And that was the end of my softball days. Until The Pro forced me to play some 10 years later when his company softball team needed girls in order not to forfeit.

A quick break in the story: my junior year of high school, I had knee surgery to cut some tendon that was essentially pulling my knee-cap higher than normal, allowing my joint to basically fall out at certain moments. Not so fun. After that surgery, I had to re-learn how to run. And I don't think I learned right. Because I CANNOT RUN. At all. Even though I might think I'm moving, it soon becomes obvious just how slowly I'm moving as my 7-year old cousin passes me by.

So yeah, softball and I don't really get along. Due to the whole running thing. The Pro decides that I'm going to be the catcher. Great plan. Did I mention that when I bend my knees for long periods of time (read: 30 seconds or so) they lock up? So kneeling and getting up every minute did not help the situation. And when I had to run to first base (because of course I hit the ball! I always do)? Even slower than normal, which is really. damn. slow. Needless to say, I haven't played much softball lately.

The knee problems really started back in junior high when I thought that running track might be a good thing for me. And since I hadn't had surgery yet, I really wasn't too slow. I even won a race or two (we're talking local meets, of course. Me, make it to districts? Nope. Not even close.) One of the things I'd always wanted to try though, was the hurdles. And so one rainy day, as I was talking to my friend Tara, I noticed that they had the practice hurdles out on the field. When I say practice hurdles, I'm probably talking about the ones they use for the 6th graders when they have their annual track meet. Standing maybe 2 and 1/2 feet high, made out of foam practice hurdles. I set two up in a row, stretch out a little bit, and start sprinting towards them (yes, moseying is probably a more suitable word, but it doesn't sound as exciting!). I leap off the ground, force my legs into the 'hurdlers position', catch my back leg on the actual hurdle, and face plant into the ground. Pure awesomness.




My last real foray in the world of high school sports was making the 9th grade cheerleading squad. Shocking, I know. Don't worry-I broke my arm the first month of summer practice. And those back handspring things? Totally overrated. The cartwheel and the sommersault are where it's really at.

Since then, I've kept to where I rightfully belong. In the stands, watching people with some natural talent. Every now and then, The Pro and QS will make me play volley-ball. Until they see just how uncoordinated I am, and then they are more than happy to let me off the hook.

There is one sport that I kick ass at. Swimming. Perhaps I shall tell the tale of 'The Swim Around the Buoy' next time...

Stay tuned. It's a classic.

Days like these...

First, I have to make some changes to the cast list. From here on out:
The Vandal is now QS.
The Golfer is now The Pro (he is lucky he gets this name, since he picked it out. And it is true, he is The Pro. At procrastinating, whining, ordering expensive food, and not being successful at anything having to do with water).

And together, they are starting a blog (thanks to me!). It should be a funny one. But we will see.

Anyways, blacklight golfing was fun, Tucanos (the new Brazilian grill) is lame because it is closed on Sundays, BFF makes damn good cupcakes, and the boys tried to teach us this new game called Pyramid, which is actually just Egyptian Rat Screw. I was definitely off my game last night and sucked it up. There's always next time, though.

Today pretty much sucked. I woke up late (as usual), work sucked, I had the worst headache, and had to use M2J2 and PIC's computer to do some lame work shit. Whoever thought that working 50 hours but only getting paid for 40 hours was a good idea was a complete asshole. I will find ways to make up for it though. Its just the way of the world.

The dog is currently trying to chew through the box and get her toy out. What an awesomely mean game! M2J2 is pretty much an awesomely mean person though.

Tomorrow is St. Patrick's Day and apparently The Artiste and I have a new tradition. She just had TAD in January and is fully ready to celebrate. Just like we did last year. So it is kind of like her one holiday out a year. We will see what happens!

I still need to add new cast members. But I'm tired and still grouchy. So suck it.

The tequila...it keeps chasing me!

I know I mentioned my inner 21-year old before. And in the past few weeks, its definitely made itself known!

I blame tequila. And all the birthday parties.

Tequila and I don't have much of a history. Mostly because of 'Tequila Popper' night. Tequila poppers are basically one of the most dangerous concoctions known to man kind. Who knew that Sprite could play a part in that either? Anyways, the night involved cartwheels, backyard races, and did not end as well as it started, to say the least. And since then, tequila and my pasts' have not crossed. (That night took place during sophomore year, so we're talking a good 5 years or so.)

And then The Vandal had to go and have a birthday. And Mr. Jose Cuervo was a guest at said birthday. And we hung out. It wasn't as bad as TP night, that is for sure. But I definitely had too much fun and spent too much money. It was kind of worth it, though, to see the boys take those girly, whipped-cream shots!

And then Boy Roommate had a birthday too. And somehow, I found myself dancing the night away at Hannahs with some long lost Old Navy friends. Tequila wasn't involved, however, and it was quite entertaining trying to drag Boy Roommate off the dance floor. Who knew he would start an impromptu break-dance contest with some crazy girl? And who knew he'd try to have a dance party in the living room with himself later on?

All in all, being 21 definitely wears a 25-year old down. Good thing I had a nice, uneventful weekend! Tomorrow, it's back to the grind, but with some spice thrown in. I don't think I mentioned it before, but Partner-in-Crime somehow managed to talk the band Houston Calls into stopping over in Boise and playing a house show before they head to SLC for their real tour. It will be interesting, to say the least!
Know what I'm saying?