Wednesday, November 25, 2009
I was in the middle of the mail room floor and I decided to bust a few moves, I had such a good song on and I could not miss the opportunity. So I did a hip swing thing and was feeling really good and the feeling was popped as my friend Mark walked through the door.
Now to try to cover up my craziness I did a swing right, then left and walk to my desk. Only hoping he thought that I could not make my mind up on which direction I was going.
I think he thinks Im crazy and that ok because Im crazy.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
There is a guy that i have gone on a couple of dates with ( we shall say his name is Jeff). I have seen jeff around but i have never gotten to really know him, and two weeks I get a text from a very close friend ( you could almost say we are sisters) asking if i new who Jeff is and I told her I did, but I did not know much about him. that was basically the end of the texting between the two of us. Then Last week I get another Text from Her asking if I would go on a Date with Jeff and I said yes. so friday night we went to dinner and a movie, It was alot of Fun and I really got to know him better.
Now as this was happening I had tickets to a hockey this coming friday Night, and i could not figure who i should take to the game.
Problem : There is another Guy in my ward that I have like for about 5 months ( I will call him Scott) Now scott is abit shy when it comes to girls ( I do not know Why) and its really hard to read him. I dont know if he likes me even though we play pool, go to dinner, game night and so on.....
Scott's best friend happens to be a very good Friend of mine as well ( her name will be Scout) and she know that I like scott.
So i have these tickets and I get a text Monday night from Jeff and I still had not ask anyone to come with me so I asked him and he said yes. Which I was really excited about because he is a really great guy. Now I have four tickets to the hockey game but because my sister was going to be out of town Invited Scout to get a date and come with Jeff and I. Scout said yes as well.
About a day ago Scout Text me asking what time and where to meet but also why I did not ask Scott to come with me instead of Jeff. I told her that I liked both of them, the truth is that Im a chicken and could not ask him.
Then today I have been thinking about the conversation and even though Im not dating Scott, I feel that Im cheating on him with Jeff.
Im I crazy or should I feel that way.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Here is the challenge to all my readers what words start with
Monday, October 26, 2009
It was getting late into the night and it started to slow down, when a couple came through. My friend scared them into a run and they were heading my way. Now most of the time people look were they plan on going but the gentleman was looking back at my friend and about that time I jumped out of my hinding place. I planted my feet and then there was a collistion, we both were still standing but once he got his sences he noticed what he hit. He started to scream and left his girlfriend and ran into the bushes. Now at this point im wondering why he went into the bushes. Then it clicked into my head he probly has to pee. So instead of walking up to him and telling him that he cant pee in the bushes I left him to do his business.Now not forgetting the girlfriend she makes it to where her boyfriend went into the bushes and waits for her boy to come out. He came out about the time she got to him and all I hear is " do you still have to pee" and he said " not any more" thats when i was glad i did not go over and tell him to get out of the bushes.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
we will just have to see what will happen.
Monday, August 24, 2009
The pictures i have do not give it justice
There were three of the Smith Family to try to complete this tasked and only two survived the MERLINATOR
The Next few Pictures are graphic, If you don't have a strong stomach do not scroll down
In the end Caleb and I were the survivors of this killer hamburger
Monday, July 27, 2009
Published: July 24, 2009
“He’s a flinger,” Mr. Newton growled.
Then a teenage girl dressed head to toe in black hefted a tomahawk and stepped into her throw with absolute assuredness. Her hatchet sailed into the target with a resounding “thwock.”
“Now that,” Mr. Newton declared, “is authoritative.”
Despite its temporary invasion by mountain men (two more were wandering around and sticking up trains at gunpoint), the park, Utah’s version of Colonial Williamsburg, commemorates the pioneer history of the Mormons. Chased out of Nauvoo, Ill., by vigilantes and fired with a vision of a divine kingdom on earth, Brigham Young and 147 members of his Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints endured a 1,300-mile, canvas-topped, hardtack-fueled, cholera-racked test of faith to reach the Wasatch Front in 1847.
Today, the wagon ruts of the Mormon Trail, followed by Young’s party and 70,000 church members who came in the next two decades, have largely been obliterated by sprawl and the ravages of time. But with a little pluck it is possible to see much of the final leg of the journey by car and on foot. A dedicated band of trail enthusiasts, along with the National Park Service, have produced a handful of maps and guidebooks and are working to preserve at least a sense of the importance of the trail.
“Without the story,” said Ron Andersen, the president of the Mormon Trails Association, “it’s just prime real estate.”
Fort Bridger, Wyo., lies 116 miles east of Salt Lake City. It was the point where the migrating Mormons would gather provisions before the final push into the what they believed was the Kingdom of Zion. For 361 days a year Fort Bridger — now a reconstructed version of the original — is a pretty quiet place. A modest museum houses enough antique rifles to arm a small insurgency, as well as an exhibit of historic barbed wire that includes Champion Zig-Zag, a fearsome design that looks as if it could stop a runaway Conestoga wagon.
But every Labor Day weekend things get considerably noisier. Mountain man enthusiasts descend for the Fort Bridger Rendezvous, a re-creation of the annual jamboree when trappers would return from far-ranging expeditions to sell furs and let down their greasy hair.
Many Rendezvous activities, like demonstrations of leather tanning and mountain man cooking, seem motivated by a genuine educational impulse. But the organizers are not above appealing to humanity’s baser instincts. One of the biggest draws is outside the town limits, where an impromptu corps of artillery men gather to take turns unleashing period-accurate (though not necessarily precision-aimed) cannon fire at a hill with a giant bull’s-eye painted on it.
Immediately west of Fort Bridger much of the trail crosses private property and is off limits to casual visitors. But a quick 68-mile car trip on Interstate 80 leads through the town of Evanston and across the Utah line to Echo Canyon, where the trail is once again accessible. Among the cliffs that hem the Interstate are breastworks built in anticipation of a war that didn’t happen. In 1857 President James Buchanan, concerned about the theological zeal with which Brigham Young was running Utah Territory, dispatched the Army to rein him in. The battle was never joined, but markers point out remains of Mormon fortifications.
Five miles north is the town of Henefer, and from here State Route 65 heads west toward a rise called the Hogsback. Though the spot offers lovely views of the Wasatch Mountains, pioneers frequently referred to it as Heartbreak Ridge. Salt Lake City is still 30 miles away, and the only way forward was the 7,400-foot pass on Big Mountain. It was a prospect that could make a Saint say mighty unsaintly things, which Mr. Andersen, the trails association president, delicately paraphrased as: “Oh, shoot. We’ve got to climb that?”
Ahead, a 3.1-mile side trip over a good gravel road leads up East Canyon to Mormon Flat. Remnants of another fortification cling to the top of a low bluff, alongside a creek that tumbles down through the cottonwood, pine and aspen groves. A 4.3-mile hiking path follows the Mormon Trail’s original route up the creek to Big Mountain Pass, a 1,400-foot ascent. In places the pioneers harnessed together their oxen to drag the wagons, one at a time, up the mountain.
The summit brings you face to face with the Wasatch peaks, the Salt Lake Valley and the Oquirrh Range. From here the route to Zion skirts Little Dell Reservoir before winding into Emigration Canyon. Finally it arrives at the edge of the Salt Lake Valley, and This Is the Place Heritage Park.
Living history season at the park, when re-enactors inhabit a spit-shined facsimile of frontier Utah that is practically a stone’s throw from the high-rise towers downtown, runs from mid-May through September. In the Cedar City tithing office two girls stand ready to accept the suggested 10 percent from the 19th-century faithful, while nearby a schoolmistress explains the Deseret Alphabet, Brigham Young’s stab at enlightened lexicography that has since passed into extreme obscurity.
Many of the buildings are the original structures, moved from locations around the state, while others are reproductions (some slightly scaled down).
Not far from a replica of the Deseret News print shop Joel Newton, the mountain man, sat on a wood stool, considering questions of architectural authenticity. He leaned back and squinted at the downtown skyline. “The only thing that’s in the wrong place,” he pronounced, “is those modern buildings over there.”
Monday, June 29, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
I have been wanting Halloween to come so I scare people from the art work that I put on peoples face and bodies. It's my favorite holiday and you can really get into it. if you take to look at peoples faces you can see animals and creatures that they could become. I have also found a website that sells good stage make-up that stays on your face and not just the crappy stuff from the grocery store. Of course you can make pretty things but it's more fun to creep people out. ahahahahaahhhaah
I might look into becoming a make-up artist.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Married in White, you have chosen right,
Married in Blue, your love will always be true,
Married in Pearl, you will live in a whirl,
Married in Brown, you will live in town,
Married in Red, you will wish yourself dead,
Married in Yellow, ashamed of your fellow,
Married in Green, ashamed to be seen,
Married in Pink, your spirit will sink,
Married in Grey, you will go far away,
Married in Black, you will wish yourself back.
A January bride will be a prudent housekeeper, and very good tempered.
A February bride will be an affectionate wife, And a tender mother.
A March bride will be a frivolous catterbox, Somewhat given to quarreling.
An April bride will be inconsistent, or forceful, But well-meaning.
A May bride will be handsome, agreeable, And practical.
A June bride will be impetuous, And generous.
A July bride will be handsome, But a trifle quick-tempered.
An August bride will be agreeable, And practical as well.
A September bride will be discreet, affable, And much liked.
An October bride will be pretty, coquettish, Loving but jealous.
A November bride will be liberal and kind, But sometimes cold.
A December bride will be fond of novelty, Entertaining but extravagant.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
- Graciosly accept gentlemanly offers of assistance
- Wear gloves on the street, at church & other formal occasions, except when eating or drinking
- Fefer to another adult by his or her first name in public
- Grab your hoops or lift your skirts higher than is absolutely necessary to go up stairs
- Lift your skirt up onto a chair or stool
- Sit with your legs crossed( except at the ankles if necessary for comfort or habit)
- Place your hands in pouches or pockets for ease
- Lift your skirt up onto the seat of your chair when sitting down( wait for , or if necessary, ask for assistance when sitting down at a table or on a small light chair)
- Involve yourself in Vulgarities and do not tolerate the behavior in your presence
- Of course, a lady will not be rude, nor dress so as to attract undue attention, much less to create unpleasant remarks
- She will be kind to all
- She will not fail to recognize friends by a pleasant smile and slight bow ; she will not look back at anyone who passed her
- She will not eye another ladys dress as if studing its very texture
- She will not gossip
- She will not stop upon the walk to talk with a friend to the inconvenience of others
- She will not make the street a place of meeting with person whom she can recieve in her home
- A true lady in the street, as in the parlor or salon is modest, discreet, kind and obliging. If she is to the contrary, she forfeits her right to be called after the truly genteel
- The truly well-educated, well-bred never betry vanity, conceit, superciliousness or hauter. set this down as an invariable law, and amle or female, let it guide all of your actions
- Wear Gloves on the street, in church & other formal occasions, Except when eating or drinking
- Stand up when a lady enters the room
- Stand up when a lady stands up
- Offer a lady your seat if none are available
- Assist a lady with here chair
- Retrieve dropped items for a lady
- Open doors for a lady
- Help a lady with her coat
- Offer to bring a ladys refreshments if they are available
- Offer your arm to escort a lady
- Remove your hat when entering a building
- Never stare at any one
- Lift your hat to a lady when she greets you in public
- If the lady with whom you are walking is saluted by another gentleman, acknowledge the same by removing your hat
- Should you desire to converse with a lady you should happen to meet, do not detain her, but turn and walk in her direction
- While walking with a lady in a crowded thoroughfare and obliged to proceed singly, the gentleman should precede her to clear the way and the gentleman should take the side next the street
- Refer to another person by their first name in public
- offer your hand to a lady upon introductions ( a life of the hat and bow are most refined)
- Curse or discuss vulgar or "impolite" subjects when ladies are present
- leave a lady you know unattended, except with permission
- Use tobacco in any form when ladies are present
- Greet a lady verbally in public unless she acknowledges you first
- eat or drink while wearing gloves
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Amazing simple home remedies:
1. AVOID CUTTING YOURSELF WHEN SLICING VEGETABLES BY GETTING SOMEONE ELSE TO HOLD THE VEGETABLES WHILE YOU CHOP.
2. AVOID ARGUMENTS WITH THE FEMALES ABOUT LIFTING THE TOILET SEAT BY USING THE SINK.
3. FOR HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE SUFFERERS ~ SIMPLY CUT YOURSELF AND BLEED FOR A FEW MINUTES, THUS REDUCING THE PRESSURE ON YOUR VEINS. REMEMBER TO USE A TIMER.
4. A MOUSE TRAP PLACED ON TOP OF YOUR ALARM CLOCK WILL PREVENT YOU FROM ROLLING OVER AND GOING BACK TO SLEEP AFTER YOU HIT THE SNOOZE BUTTON.
5. IF YOU HAVE A BAD COUGH, TAKE A LARGE DOSE OF LAXATIVES. THEN YOU'LL BE AFRAID TO COUGH.
6. YOU ONLY NEED TWO TOOLS IN LIFE - WD-40 AND DUCT TAPE. IF IT DOESN'T MOVE AND SHOULD, USE THE WD-40. IF IT SHOULDN'T MOVE AND DOES, USE THE DUCT TAPE.
7. IF YOU CAN'T FIX IT WITH A HAMMER, YOU'VE GOT AN ELECTRICAL PROBLEM.
DAILY THOUGHT: SOME PEOPLE ARE LIKE SLINKIES - NOT REALLY GOOD FOR ANYTHING BUT THEY BRING A SMILE TO YOUR FACE WHEN PUSHED DOWN THE STAIRS.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
the next morning they woke us up at 7 on a sat, in not a morning person so they saw the other side of me, but thats ok because we had the rest of the day a head of us. The wonderful people at "This is the Place" had set up classes for the day and they had everything from military to tea parties to blacksmith and wood shop. may things to keep you busy and learning about the past. Being my dads daughter I spent the day with the guys at the blacksmiths, the leather shop, the tinsmith and of course the wood shop. learn how they did it in the old days, and to be honest if i was one of those four thing back in that day i would never be seen in a dress. we will have to see what i will do during the summer if im in one of those places.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
then afew days later they came back over dinner again, now i need to pratice the piano because i have lessons. during this time of pratice this elder stood right behind me watching,now i dont mind people listening but stand right over my shoulder is a bit scary. so i delt with it
and let him do so. with a thankful heart his companion asked us if they could leave us with thought. once that ended they were getting up to leave and i just turned back to the piano thinking that i would have one arm longer then the other if i shook his hand again. so i kepted playing and not to my surprise he showed up next to my shoulder wanted to shake my hand so i stop and kindly shook his hand. now during this time i dont no if his companion got distracted but kepted talk with my grandparents. dang it. smiling i started playing the piano again final the two of them were heading to the door and this one elder came back over to get another hand shake, instead of shaking it. i smiled and said good night.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
The boy believes his heart is going to stop; he puts his head down and prays this prayer, 'Dear God, this is an emergency! I need help now!
Five minutes from now I'm dead meat.'
He looks up from his prayer and here comes the teacher with a look in her eyes that says he has been discovered.
As the teacher is walking toward him, a classmate named Susie is carrying a goldfish bowl that is filled with water Susie trips in front of the teacher and inexplicably dumps the bowl of water in the boy's lap.
The boy pretends to be angry, but all the while is saying to himself, 'Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!'
Now all of a sudden, instead of being the object of ridicule, the boy is the object of sympathy. The teacher rushes him downstairs and gives him gym shorts to put on while his pants dry out. All the other children are on their hands and knees cleaning up around his desk..
The sympathy is wonderful. But as life would have it, the ridicule that should have been his has been transferred to someone else - Susie.
She tries to help, but they tell her to get out. You've done enough, you klutz!'
Finally, at the end of the day, as they are waiting for the bus, the boy walks over to Susie and whispers, 'You did that on purpose, didn't you?' Susie whispers back, 'I wet my pants once too.'
My six-year-old son asked if he could say grace.
As we bowed our heads he said, "God is good, God is great. Thank you for the food, and I would even thank you more if Mom gets us ice cream for dessert. And Liberty and justice for all! Amen!"
Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby, I heard a woman remark, "That's what's wrong with this country. Kids today don't even know how to pray. Asking God for ice cream! Why, I never!"
Hearing this, my son burst into tears and asked me, "Did I do itwrong? Is God mad at me?"
As I held him and assured him that he had done a terrific job, and God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached the table. He winked at my son and said, "I happen to know that Godthought that was a great prayer." "Really?" my son asked. "Cross my heart," the man replied.
Then, in a theatrical whisper, he added (indicating the woman whose remark had started this whole thing), "Too bad she never asks God for ice cream A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes."Naturally, I bought my kids ice cream at the end of the meal. My son stared at his for a moment, and then did something I will remember therest of my life.
He picked up his sundae and, without a word, walked over and placed it in front of the woman. With a big smile he told her, "Here, this is for you. Ice cream is good for the soul sometimes; and my soul is good already."
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
On a cold and stormy night on the outskirts of town in a small but beautiful house there was an argument brewing. Maegan and Dustin were auguring on whither he should bullride in Wyoming. They had said some very cruel words to each other and Maegan had become so angry that she said “she never wanted to see him again and that the wedding was off and to get out.” He had left for Cheyenne, Wyoming for his final ride of the season and for the final ride of is life.
Maegan had sat down and thought about the cruel words she had said to Dustin and decided to go after him. She packed hurridley and followed him to Wyoming.
Dustin was also saddened by the fight they had and when he reached Wyoming he tried to call Maegan. The phone ring which seemed like forever and when no one answered he left a message telling her that she would be the only one he would love and if she would give him a second chance he would come home and leave her no more.
It was the final rodeo for the championship of the top ten riders and Dustin was in 1st place.
Back in the riders room the cowboys were drawing which bull they would be go up against. Dustin had chosen the unbeatable Tornado. People would tell him that Tornado has never been ridden and that he has killed 3 cowboys that had rode him and injured others.
About two hours before the last part of the rodeo was going to start Maegan had arrived in Cheyenne. She figured that she would find him by the arena and she quickly found her seat in the front row.
As people started to fill in around her she watched for Dustin but she could not see him. When the bull riding started two men lost time because they had grabbed their rope with there spare hand. Four cowboys had no time because they did not make it through the 8 seconds to score. There were four cowboys left to ride.
The final rides were quick and the score for one was a 78.8, another scored 88.5 then the second to last score 95.6, which would be the time to beat.
The announcer called out Dustin’s name as he settled himself on Tornado. Dustin tipped his head to tell he was ready. As the gate was flung open Tornado burst out with a great leap into the air. Tornado twisted and turned this way and that but Dustin stayed on as the seconds slowly passed by. Just as the buzzer rang Tornado took all the strength he had and jumped into the air once more sending Dustin effortlessly upward and as he was coming back down one of Tornado’s horn nailed him in the back. Tornado threw him back into the air and as he hit the ground he turned and trampled his rider into the ground. Tornado then focused on the clowns, which had tried so hard, without any luck, to drive his attention from the Dustin.
Maegan, who was no longer in her seat, began pushing and shoving people out of the way not even waiting for the gate to open.
With tears streaming from her eyes and down her cheeks she slide next to him and carefully lifted up his head. Meagan said that she loved him and that she was sorry for what she had said and that he would be alright. When Maegan was saying this he died in her arms. While she sat there crying and holding him the medics came and told her to let go but she told them to leave her alone. They grabbed her and as she struggled to hold on to him they carried him off.
They had sent her home to California. As She walk in she had slipped and pushed the answering machine his voice came on saying that he loved her. As she heard his voice she stopped the machine and run out of the house and disappeared into the night.
About a week later Dustin and Maegan’s families meet at the small house in California and started packing up his buckles and saddles and gave and ship his and her things. She never return to the little house and some people say that they see her out walking the beach and they also say that she looks like she lost in the memory of him and that she will never come out of that memory she had.
Monday, February 23, 2009
comes downstairs for her date
with this see-through blouse on and no bra.
Her grandmother just pitched a fit,
telling her not to dare go out like that!
The teenager tells her
'Loosen up Grams.
These are modern times.
You gotta let your rose buds show!
and out she goes.
The next day the teenager comes down stairs,
and the grandmother is sitting there with no top on.
The teenager wants to die.
She explains to her grandmother
that she has friends coming over
and that it is just not appropriate....
The grandmother says,
If you can show off your rose buds,
then I can display my hanging baskets.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
OH wait wrong person.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
With know place to call my home
Lost and confused
Scared and confined
But I hear the whisper of his gentle voice
As he take a hold of my hand
And lead’s me though this sinful world
With his trust to lean upon
And as my life comes to the end
I pray that the path of life will not end at the grave
We had started to leave the station and all was going great when I had spilt up with my parents to go up to the front of the train, well it toke longer then I had guessed. We had being on the train for a good half an hour when the train started to slow down and I noticed that western robbers were boring the train, when I had figured that it was just a fun activity they had set up and that the money was for them to steal. So I put the money they had given me in my shoe (for safe keeping).
The robbers had come to the car that I had been in. They had everyone hand over the money. They said me where my money was and I told them that I did not have any. So they left me a lone and went on to the next car. As they toke they money of the neighboring car I watch through the window of the car to see what will happen nothing happen so I kept following them down to the very last car. This car was an open car that had railing so that people would not fall out. The four robbers started to collect the money, when the leader of them grabbed a hold of a woman and started to shake her back and forth. He also did not notice that I was standing right behind of him and that is a bad mistake.
I had just looked down when I notice something myself. His gun which was in his holster did not have the latch hooked on the gun. So been somewhat of a prankster I gabbed a hold of that gun and said to the robbers stick them up and pointed the gun right at them. Everyone around new that they had not had this challenge before so they tried to get me to give me the gun that I had stole from them. First they tried talk me into giving up the gun but that did not work, so they tried to surprise me so that they could take the gun away. One of the robbers grabbed and got a hold of the hand that I was holding the gun, while the rest kept every one else back. While he was trying to pry my fingers from the handle of the gun I reach around and grabbed a hold of the gun in his holster and pulled it out. I told them that I wanted the money “so hand it over” and that’s what they did.
Now at that time I had glass and that was my down fall of my moment of time. The lead robber had a squirt gun in his back packet he wiped that gun out and squirted me in my face so that my glass were wet and could not see through them. During that moment they grabbed the gun from my hand. After that they kept keeping a good eye on me tell the ride was over.
The moral of this story is that not everyone will let the fun go by, but will take a good challenge. Also there is always a wolf in a flock of sheep.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
When the teenager had enough, he sarcastically asked, 'What's thematter old man, never done anything wild in your life?'
Knowing my Dad, I quickly swallowed my food so that I would notchoke on his response; knowing he would have a good one. And inclassic style he did not bat an eye in his response, 'Got drunk once and had sex with a peacock. I was just wondering if you weremy son.'
I signed up for an exercise class and was told to wear loose fitting clothing. If I HAD any loose fitting clothing, I wouldn't have signed up in the first place!
When I was young we used to go 'skinny dipping,' now I just 'chunky dunk.'
Don't argue with an idiot; people watching may not be able to tell the difference.
Why is it that our children can't read a Bible in school, but they can in prison?
Wouldn't you know it....Brain cells come and brain cells go, but FAT cells live forever.
And remember: life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
i was in the left turning lane, well most utah people cant drive and this guy in a huge truck was turning on to the HWY , and as he was turning he took the turn to sharp and was about a half of foot away from crushing my poor little GEO. Thats when i start thinking that people need to take driving lessons again or when like five cars drive through a red light everytime.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
i do hope my day goes better, i have voice tonight and that make me happy
good night and best of luck to all who are kind and respectful.