my own addiction

oh hi, i'm back

so i've neglected blogging for months.

i could say it's because of work, my last semester at grad school, my practicum, but really it's because of my addiction to clint.

for those of you that know me well

on average...i date someone for a good 3 months...

then either i brake up with them or they brake up with me

so i'm here to report i've made it over the barricade and am pretty crazy about the guy.

clint celebrated his birthday last week and maybe he was amazed that i made it

to the 3 months too...

who knows what he's wishing for here. you never know..so i'm here to report why i'm addicted to him.

there's quite a few reasons but to name a few...

he likes to go on adventures with me...

these are pics from our trip during the holiday season to the baja
he rides mountain bikes in the random canyons in mexico with me

in hope to find hot springs...which we did find!

he'll four wheel drive civi where others think the ol' girl with 210K miles shouldn't go...he surfed with me on new year's evehe's kind to animals...

and now even gets me to buy cage free eggs (which are ridiculously expensive)

i even think he's adorable when he's being ripped off by the vendors

you know they got you good when they're fine with dressing up with you for a picture and let you go upstairs to pick the exact sombrero you want. :)

he's extremely patient with me

from leaving my wallet to talking for a

good hours to a random old man living in a shack
that we find reading el libro de mormon on our way to the beach

he's also extremely observant to me and others, kind, thoughful, honest, has passion for things in life, community minded... and did i mention extremely good looking?

anyways...all i can say is that despite the madness of my life

i think i'm addicted to something pretty dang great

(more blogging to follow)

segregation

normally when i think of being home for the holidays i think... family accepting you for who you are and general sense of love and acceptance...

well this year i came home with a cold and then my mother informed me of my separate hand towel that i needed to use in the bathroom and kitchen. so while the rest of my family gets to use the easily accessible hand towel conveniently located right next to the sink,

i, the "infected" one, had to use the one on the other side of the bathroom.

it doesn't sound the warmth of coming home for the holiday eh?

warren miller = free ski pass

what a good way to wrap up things up by using our free tickets from going to warren miller's flick this year. it was my first time at the canyons... i rode up multiple lil' lifts which were apprecriated b/c who really likes to carry your skiis and walk in those uncomfy boots?

here's some pics from the day... tara came up with the cuz clan but she's smiling in all the pictures so i guess we're bareable

later in the afternoon we caught up with the cak and boyfriends :) the hot hamburger was heaven sent. fortunatley there was a poser that was trying to make it in the new warren miller for next year...

there was even tender lil' love birds amongst the slopes... tender! what a great thursday

addictions uncovered

with all the vices in the world i'm grateful that my parents aren't brewing meth in the kitchen like many other middle class peeps (oh wait that might just be the zion-like people in utah)

BUT... since i've been home for thanksgiving i was reminded of my father's addiction to coke. yesterday i found 15 cases of 12 packs in the back of his truck when we were throwing the bagged leaves there. he claimed they were on sale and wanted to get a good price. even worse they were probably on sale at the whore (walmart) but regardless...

as i began bringing them inside i already saw a stack of 12 packs in the kitchen

then i was on the prowl and discovered more in the house disgusted, i decided to add up all the cans of coke in our house and counted over 450. i would say that's an addiction.

some of them were even in hidden places.

what i think is funny is how he is so displeased dentist bill and why he doesn't have enough money to go to hawaii

years ago i received a scholarship from coca-cola when i graduated high school, i thought it was because of all my hardwork and good grades... little did i know, i probably would've had that same amount of money from my father's consumption of coca-cola in a few months

love you dad!

off line

so our internet at home got turned off because our neighbor moved... no news till we get connected again... lo siento.

tornado

This post is mainly for my momma b/c she wanted to see my costume... because moving people took a little bit longer than expected i did get to attach as many objects on me as i wanted but it did work. i joined the party hopping with holly, danion and chris on halloween. luckily danielle, tara and marci joined up quickly. danielle's spider legs and my twirling objects got stuck a few times in our hot dancing moves but the night was a ball. the last house we went to was full of great tunes and i even got my michael jackson fix. it's well known i'm not a great dancer but i love being with fun friends and pretending.

i had to post this is myspace-ish photo... it makes me giggle and it's for my friend nolan who thinks i should wear eyeliner. unfortunately all makeup has been discontinued from my face since age 16.

TWO nightmares on 13th

this week in behalf of halloween festivities i went to another awesome haunted house... the nightmare on 13th. it was excellent fun especially with Marci, who screamed a lot and made us giggle to just watch her at times frightened. is that wrong?

the other nightmare on 13th doesn't need much explaining. for those of you who don't know me I call wal-mart the whore of the earth because it is... she's open late at night, cheap or know as a discount, and ruins people's souls. i've stopped shopping there for awhile now because of the lack of services to their employees, poor and pathetic service and a few other main reasons. i sadly tried to go to two other stores to find plastic farm animals but to no avail, i had to go to the whore. i even called ahead twice to talk to the toy department to see if they had what i was looking for but both times was put on hold for 5 minutes and ended up hanging up and going in. (the sacrifices you do for a good costume.) i hated it the minute i walked in with it being dirty, no helpful service, and long lines. i felt my soul rotting away and tried to rush in and right out. it was awful and i wish i wouldn't have to ever go there again. but i did get my plastic animals, dang them.