YOU CAN'T FIX STUPID!

You just can't fix Stupid. . .



Did we elect these people??


Civil War planes?
Let me know how that works out!


I'm saying GREAT paint job.


'We had no idea anyone was buried there.'

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I didn't know we could choose.

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Good idee !! Yup!


Please, anyone, if you've seen this man....


What are the odds of that?


I would have guessed 20. <<>

OK, that's just mean.

High School

So, I have to give another shout-out. Lots of good places on the internet (lots of bad, too, though). Anyway, check this out! A couple of postings ago, I mentioned something about my dreams, and my dream dictionary. Well, it just so happens I don't carry that around with me. So I went online when I suddenly remembered a dream, and decided to have a 'look-see' at the sites they got on this stuff. Guess what? I found one! It's pretty good, too.

www.dreammoods.com

Yeah, it's good stuff!

I auditioned for 'Concert Choir', and didn't make it. BUT THAT'S OKAY. My good friend did, and I was sorta-kinda-maybe just trying it for fun. So, anyway, that took up one whole space in my high school schedule for my junior year. So now, that option is not an option anymore.

So, I have a few choices. I can either do:

• Mixed Choir
• Orchestra
• Interior Design (@ Bntfl. High)
• Financial Lit. (also @ Bntfl. High)

OR

• Creative Writing

So, them's my choices. What do you think? I'm kind of leaning towards Creative Writing right now. But I don't know. Interior Design would be fun, and I could do Financial Lit. online. Orchestra... eh, not too much. Mixed choir? Yeah, I just totally crossed that idea out.

Anyway, just a thought.

Memorial Day Weekend

I had a FABULOUS weekend. I had the chance to see one of my closest friends on Monday. We have seriously been friends since like, second or third grade. Then, I moved after sixth grade. SADNESS!!! Anyway, I loved to see her. She's changed a lot. I got to see her family, too, and they're all grown! Her younger sister is almost as tall as me (or so it seemed), and she's only like, 12! Anyway, It was amazing.

Memorial Day (Yesterday), they had a breakfast thing at the park, and of course, we went. It was less expensive than usual, but hey! We're not complaining. Then, we kind of wandered around for a little bit. It was fun. Then, later that night, we went on a LONG bikeride. The Big Kahuna got a new Tandum bike, and Momma Bear didn't want to go, so me and Tacoman went instead. My butt is VERY sore. We went down to a bike trail next to Legacy Highway. Fun. Lots of fun.

This week is going to be calm. It's usually been hectic, especially now the the end of the school year is coming, but a nice calm week is nice. It even seems shorter because of the break yesterday. But one more week of school, and then it's summer! Way excited

Gym Class

Okay, for all you guys/men/boys reading, now would be a good time to stop reading. Like, right now.

I was in gym, getting changed to LEAVE gym (I HATE gym), and my friend, Lover-of-Boys, was also with me. There's also one other girl of worthy note that this whole story is about. Said girl, HP-Look-Alike, is kind of short. She is also HUGE!!! I mean chest-wise. Poor girl. She's fairly skinny, too, but she's cute. She reminds me of Hayden Panettierre, thus the HP-Look-Alike. Anyway, she has another friend, Jill, in this locker section of ours. Well, they like to play with HPLA's womanly "assets". Yeah. For some reason, Jill grabbed her, and was like, jiggling them. We could hear them (we weren't looking, I swear).

Then Jill has to go and say, "How come MINE don't do that?" One of the other girls (another friend's of theirs), says, "Do what?" Me and Lover-Of-Boys, look up, and all three girls are standing in front of the tall mirrors, with Jill behind HPLA, Jill's hands on HPLA's... ahem... you know what I mean. We can't see what they're doing, but Jill is showing this other friend what HP
LA's "assets" do that obviously Jill's don't. Me and Lover-of-Boys try our BEST not to laugh, because this is like, the strangest thing we have EVER seen. I try my best not to smile as I walk out saying, "I need a drink of water."

Once we reach the water fountain, I burst out laughing. Lover-of-Boys simply looks appalled. "Can you believe that? We have the STRANGEST girls in gym class." Again, I cannot help laughing.

Good grief, that brings another 'horrible' memory. A while back, me and my whole family go to Lagoon. My brothers are off doing something, while me, my mom and my dad are waiting in line to get into the park. They (my brothers) come back, gasping and looking horrified.

"There's this huge lady over there. She was taking her shirt off, and she was SOOO pale!" says Mr. T.

"Then, she said, 'This body ain't seen the sun for 8 years.' in like a really weird voice!" Tacoman says. Me and the Big Kahuna look at each other and laugh.

Some people are so ridiculous.

Random Blog

Random Blog.

I was watching Reba earlier today, and when it comes back from commercial, it shows a still picture, with music playing in the background. Well, it's a breakfast scene, with a waffle with chocolate chips in it. So guess what? I'm craving chocolate pancakes. So I made 'em, and now, I'm eatin' 'em! YUM!

I got up this morning, and getting ready to put my contacts in. Except guess what? My left one is TORN!!!! I was so mad, I had to throw 'em away. I've only worn them one week (they're good for one month). So I was opening the other ones, and guess what? I got a paper cut on my left pointer finger (the one next to the thumb). Yeah, so I'm having a hard time typing, because I have this band-aid on, and it's just... weird.

You Tube Vids

I have recently been told of good vids to check out a youtube. Just click in the search box, and then type in:

-The Twilight Before Christmas
-Katy Perry's Hot 'n' Cold-*NOTE* She does swear once, but it's a funny music video, not dirty (unless you have like a supersensitive mind or something. her wedding dress is a little short)

I'll try and keep you updated on other videos as I find them, but that's it for now. If you guys have one, let me know! Humor is my middle name (not really, but you know what I mean!)!

I know it's a little early, but this lady I babysit for is having a 'Pancakes for Parkinsons' thing going on June 6th, 2009 (that's a Saturday). It's from 8:30 Am to 11 AM. It's like $5 a person, or $20 a family. It's breakfast, and they're having a raffle, entertainment, and other stuff. It's at Hogan Park (720 W, 1500 S, WX, UT 84087).

They're raising money to find a cure for Parkinson's disease. If you don't know what that is, google it. I don't think it's lethal, but it does slowly deteriorate one's mind (I think). I've seen it first-hand. Anyway, it would be cool if my friends were there. I am going.

Memorial Day

I was looking through the classifieds this morning, just having fun, seeing if there was anything I liked. As my eyes scanned the paper, I noticed a section titled "Guns". I'm reading, and it's some sort of pistol or something, and says, FBI Trained. What? You can't train a gun, and that's a fact. But, whatever.

Is anyone excited for any movies coming out soon? Like, Terminator Salvation, or Night at the Museum 2? I'm actually excited for the Night at the Museum. And Harry Potter's coming out. Well, maybe not so much for Harry Potter. But still...

We get next Monday off, seeing as it's Memorial day and all. I'm excited. I like visiting one grave in particular. My dad's oldest brother, my Uncle Marce. He died a long time ago, and for some weird reason, I feel a certain connection to him. Maybe it's because we're the oldest? Because we share a love for animals? I don't know. But nobody on my dad's side of the family says much about him. It kind of bothers me, but I guess I'll find out when I need to... if I need to.

I've been thinking about something recently. We're having the "Handcart Days" coming up soon, and I've been getting kind of artsy lately. I went out and bought 18 gel pens, almost all of them different colors. Metallic, glittery and 'neon' gel pens. So I started coming up with designs, like face painting or something. I've even tried a few on myself. They're cute (personally), but some of them are so bright, you can't see the color.

So I was thinking, what if I did something like free face painting? Last year, when I went, I don't really remember seeing face painting. But I don't know... I didn't go everywhere, so it's possible. Maybe I will, and maybe I won't.

The New Dog

Hope you all had a good weekend. I know I did. What and adventurous Saturday! (adventorous? adventerous? OOPS.)

We went out to breakfast, and then I took my brothers home whilst Momma Bear and the Big Kahuna went to Wal-Mart to get a Tandum bike my dad had ordered. That's one of those fancy two-seater bicycles. He set it up Saturday... at least, when he had time. He and Momma Bear are excited to take it for a test drive. Me and the boys were very much jealous.

Then, while they were at Wal-Mart, we do Saturday work. That's when we clean the house. The only good thing about that is I get to listen to my music. Really nice. Anyway, Momma Bear and the Big Kahuna come home, and we have a little something to eat, and it's off to Murray! There lies the Humane Society, which we love and adore. See, we have one pesky dog, an American Husky mix, and he's just the... funniest dog per se. Very dumb. Well... we could argue that point all day long.

Anyway, we wanted a friend for him. We found one black lab, two years old by the name of Daisy. She was cute. Not too big. The only concern was she used to get out of the yard with her previous owner. Well, we'd had so much trouble with that before that we said, "No". We would however, try a couple of other dogs. But first, we had to see if our dog, Raffie, would get along with the new dog. So back home we go. Momma Bear was tired, so she stayed while everyone else went.

We tried another dog, but Raffie was being a snob, and kept barking at that dog. So we took that one back in. We came out with another smaller one, a Schnauzer mix, and almost immediately Raffie did NOT take to him. It was terrible. So back goes the little one. The Big Kahuna goes back in, and manages to find another one.

Her name was Molly. She was a Border Collie/Labrador Mix, and I believe she is two years old. BINGO!!!! Raffie didn't bother with her much, so we decided, "OK." He was preoccupied with other dogs. What a meanie-face. Anyway, we bring her home, and we're discussing names. Roxie? Nope. Missy? Too 'lady-like'. "How about Belle?" Big Kahuna suggest. Everyone agrees, and Belle it is.

She has yet to really know her name, although I think she's getting the idea. We bought her a new collar (purple), and she's just so cute! She doesn't bark unless she wants to come in (we have to leave the dogs outside for allergy purposes, although they are let in on occasion), and is a very docile dog. She's just right for us. Yesterday (Sunday), we took her out for a walk. She was really pulling on the leash, but she'll get used to the idea.

Raffie is EXTREMELY jealous. Anytime we call her so we can pet her, he'll come scurrying over as well, hoping to get in on the 'pet-age'. He barks constantly when we're talking to her. He's a very jealous twerp.

As soon as I get a picture, I'll post it.

Baseball and Food

So last night, I went to a baseball game. It was really fun. Yeah, especially when the drunk bimbos decided to show up. There were about 6 or 7 of them behind us, and then two rows in front of us, there were four: three girls and one of the girl's husband. They each had like, three drinks. Me and my friend, Mindless Banterer, were talking about how we were worried that WHICH ONE OF THEM IS DRIVING? She wasn't sure she wanted to drive home with those 'girls' on the road. And then they WAY started acting drunk. One of them got up to check out the baseball player's.... 'goods', shall we say. Mindless Banterer said, "She almost spilled her beer (which was full) all over herself." Oh my goodness. And then later she was yelling, "I HAVE TO PEE, NOW!!!"

It was fun otherwise. We were laughing so hard at some of the looks that some nearby girls were giving us. At one point, Mindless Banterer's 15-year-old son (she's a single mom of three, don't worry) called to ask her something. She picks up her phone and talks to him for a while. "I understand you're a 15-year-old boy, so I trust you. Do you homework. Or something productive." She said. There's a pause, and then she says, "No porn." The girl sitting directly in front of Mindless Banterer gave her a look, like "Are you SERIOUS?!" We were laughing SO. HARD.

It was great. Good times, good times. Anyway, I have to answer a question of my friend's. She asked me, "Cassie, what's your favorite food?" My first response: "JELLY BEANS!!!" She gave me a disapproving look (She knows I'm addicted to candy), and said, "Cassie, that's not food. I mean nutritional food, the kind that's good for you." "BORING!" I remarked, and we both laughed.

I proceeded to tell her that my grandmother makes these GREAT potatoes, but I don't know the name. My grandmother slices potatoes, then 'spices' them with whatever she uses, and then kind of 'stacks' them in a ceramic bowl (one that you put in the oven). She then puts egg all over it, and then puts some shredded cheese on top. She (my friend) told me, "That sounds like scalloped potatoes." I shrugged.

My mom makes some AWESOME mashed potatoes, too. We get them almost every Sunday (I know, I already mentioned this). My grandma makes bread, too. It's really good. Hmm...

I like macaroni and cheese for a quick fix. Spaghetti is good. Lasagna is good, too, but we rarely get it. My grandma also makes this 'spanish spaghetti'. It's the spaghetti noodles, but she puts mayonnaise, and I think she puts tomato sauce. On top, there are ham cubes, and slices of boiled eggs. Also very good.

Momma Bear and my grandma are obsessed with doing home-made food, and I'm not complaining. They do an AWESOME job.

Happy Mummy's Day!

Sorry, I'm late. Just wait and see.

As many of you know, Sunday was Mother's Day. I have to give a big shout-out to my mom. She's just an AMAZING woman, and I honestly and truly would not be the person I am today without her. Nor, for that matter, would any of my other close family members. My dad, my brothers, heck, even my grandmother (her mom). She has truly changed our lives.

She came straight from Mexico, met my dad in a spanish speaking singles ward (he went to puerto rico on his 2-year 'religious tour'), and they got married. I was born the year after that. Well, it is simply amazing the things mothers can do. Kudos to all you moms reading this! I have seen how tough it can be, especially if you have two or more kids. My mom works full time to help support our family, and I think she is simply amazing.

She has lots of talent, and not just cooking and cleaning, but lots and lots of patience (something I have yet to learn). Some of the food she makes is simply to die for... literally. About every other Sunday she makes her mashed potatoes, something the WHOLE family looks forward to. She knows how to make almost everything perfect. Yes, she and I get into arguments, but what mother and daughter don't?

She lets me go be with my friends almost any time I want to (so long as I check in with her and/or my dad). Plus, I get to use her car. I really enjoy spending time with her. Sometimes we fantasize of running away, leaving the boys behind, because who needs 'em? (Okay, we don't REALLY think like that)

So anyway, I thought I'd let you all know how cool my mom is.

Summer

Today (May 12) marks an important day--for me, anyway. You see, today, exactly one year ago, I began my current job-babysitting. It's really incredible how far I've come--along with the family that I babysit. To think, one year ago, I was working with a baby, who, today, is almost a toddler.

Exactly one year ago today I was getting ready to go on a band trip. I had joined the Jazz Band in the second semester, playing bass (upright). I have now 'down-graded' to an electric bass, which I don't practice because I'm a little tired of playing my Jazz Band music (which is all I have to practice). It was a great trip, seeing as I went with one of my closest friends.

This summer is going to be semi-exciting. School ends June 5, and then the month after that, I have a summer biology class I'm taking. This will give me extra space my senior year to do as I please, which is really nice. Then, I'm going to EFY with another close friend, one of her friends, and my brother. Then, I'm going to Girl's Camp. I'm not too excited to go, but supposedly, I'll have an 'impact' on the girls. First of all, nobody talks to me, except a few girls, but they have their friends, and so, where am I in this picture? Exactly. I am the... outcast. At least, that's how I feel.

But I'm actually kind of excited for the next school year. I know, what a dork. But hey! I'm taking an internship, plus some exciting classes, so hopefully, it'll be a good year. Plus, I'll meet new people, and I won't be the bottom of the 'food chain' anymore! YAY!!!!

So what are you guys looking forward to this summer?

Baby Talk

Am I the only one even slightly annoyed by the fact that when someone asks a mother how old their child is, they say "18 months", or "12 months"? Please don't ask why, but it REALLY bothers me. Then I'm sitting there, looking like an idiot, trying to find out how old that is. A year, a year and a half. I've even heard people (some fathers are guilty as well) say "24 months". Is it really that hard to just say 2 years old? Sure, as the little tots start growing they're real specific. "No, I'm not 2. I'm 2 1/2." Fine. Just don't say... (what's 24 + 6?)... "30 Months old." That's dumb. Seriously.

And then, as adults start growing, they use the 'little kid' language. I had a fourth grade teacher tell us to, "Sit for a little while. I'm going potty." The class was quiet for a little bit as she said, "Did I just say 'potty'?" When the whole class said 'yes', she said, "Sorry. I'm training my son to use the bathroom." Everyone shrugged and she left.

At that point in time, it wasn't a big thing for me, because, hey! I had a little brother, Pingu, finishing that 'stage' at his point in his life. Plus, I had two brothers older than Pingu who had also been potty-trained, so it wasn't like it wasn't common or anything.

So that's my spin on the world. Just my opinion.

Presto Bunny-o!

So, I thought I'd blog about my rabbit today. In May of last year, I started babysitting for a lady in my ward. Personally, it's good pay, and I'm not asking for more. I save a little bit, spend a little bit (maybe more than a little bit). But then I thought, 'What if I saved up for a pet? Would Momma Bear let me have one?'

So I asked. And we went looking. I love animals, as most of you know, and so I usually go to the pet shelter, where there be lots of little critters just waitin' for ya (or rather, me)! But this time, I was too hasty, and went to a little petshop called 'Bird World/Pet Village'. It's like HEAVEN to me!!! I have often told my friends if you left me with a never-ending bag of jelly beans, unlimited supply of water, and unlimited goldfish (the cheesy crackers, not the animal), and left me in that pet store, I WOULD LIVE. That's how much I love pet stores.

So we went 'window shopping', so to speak, on animals. Originally, I was looking for a ferret. I thought they were the cutest things (don't ask why), and so I was going to save up for one of those. But see, they're a little more expensive than I thought. Plus the cage (which is HUGE), and food, and toys... yeah, it was a big goal for me, but something I was willing to work for.

We get to this shop, and I realize how pricey these things are and everything, and I'm kind of doing a double-check. Will I be willing to be responsible for this? Can I afford to pay for food? Would I be willing to put up with the STINK these animals create? There were alot of things to take into consideration, seeing as The Big Kahuna has BAD animal hair allergies. Dogs have to be OUTSIDE, and we have to keep up on vacuuming in my house. But see, no one goes in my room, hardly ever, so I didn't worry about keeping it in my room. But you have to let 'em out and play.... yeesh, there was a lot to think about. I had seen my own brothers promise to take responsibility for animals, and fail, and that hurt me. Those animals ended up getting out of the yard and they were gone. For. Good. It made me terribly sad, and I didn't want to make that mistake.

So, anyway, we're in this shop, and they have Dwarf Bunnies. Just TWO. A black one, and a gray one. We asked someone if we could hold one of them, and when they said yes, I picked up the black one. It was so soft, and just so darn cute. So me and my mom start asking questions. Yes, I have done a little research on animals, so I semi-know what I'm doing. He shows us the food, the toys, the cages. I had money--enough to buy the rabbit, some food and a waterbottle. But that was it. I asked if he would put the rabbit on 'hold', because I knew I loved that rabbit, and I WOULD HAVE IT!!!! So I bought it. They don't do 'hold' or 'lay away' anymore, because people came in and said, "Oops, just kidding. I don't want it anymore", and the animal was taken off said 'lay away'.

So I walked away with that rabbit. My mother was shaking her head, and I could see her eyes saying, "WHAT HAVE I DONE?!" I got my baby bunny in June (I think), and I was happy. Yes, I am still taking care of her, and I just LOVE her to death. She is quite a bit bigger, and cute as ever.

There were many names running through my head when I got her. Midnight, Thumper, Bugs, the usual. But I didn't want the usual. I wanted something... unusual. Well, as it turns out, I just so happened to have watched WALL-E. I loved the little short at the beginning, so guess what? I named her PRESTO!!!

Her nickname is Presto 'Houdini', because she somehow manages to get out of her cage, whether by charm or knocking it over and spilling the bedding ALL. OVER. THE PLACE. Drives me nuts sometimes. But like I said, I just love her, and though many a-time my mother has tried to convince me to get rid of her, I just can't.

Dreams and Mutual

So last night, I had a dream that a lady in my ward (who I have heard is pregnant) got pregnant because she had an AFFAIR with another man. I was in her house in my dream. I saw her and her husband, and I pointed out the fact that she had had an affair. Her husband was right there! She started crying and said, "Why would you say that?" I felt stupified. "You posted it on your blog." I told her. It was really weird.

So, I looked it up in my handy-dandy Dream Dictionary(ies). One is by some famous psychic named Theresa Cheung. Here's what she says:

Secret-...Did you dream of betraying someone's confidence in your dream and discover that this leads to unhappy or terrible consequences? if you did, your dreaming mind may be urging you to keep an important secret yourself because there may be terrible repercussions if you revealed what you know.

First of all, it wasn't like it was a secret if she posted it on her blog, right? And second, no one has exactly come to me with a huge secret recently, so I don't know what that's about. Maybe someone's going to tell me something. The other one, written by Lady Stearn Robinson and Tom Corbett, is a little better (personally). Just so you know, I looked up 'affair' and 'adultery', but it didn't happen to me, and that's what it keeps saying. Anyway, here's the 'secre't side of this book.

Secret-Intrigue among those you have trusted is forecast in a dream of hearing (what about reading?) a secret. To repeat a secret is a sign that you will have to defend yourself against malicious gossip.

That's a little more believable. I don't doubt people speak about me behind my back, but about what? Have I offended somebody? I DIDN'T MEAN TO!!!! So today, for mutual, we're going to Wheat Harvest or whatever that store is by Keva Juice, to make bread. Yay. Exciting.

My friend, Senior Book Worm (Female) begged me to come. I'm not going to go into detail, but she said she needs 'intelligent' conversation. We'll see how that turns out.

About Me

Well, I don't really have anything to talk about, or rather, to blog about. So I guess I'll tell you guys a little about me. Not that there's much.

I'm not your typical girl. I'm very simple. I don't wear makeup, and it's partially because I'm lazy. I love animals. I can't stand violence. You can talk to my family-when we watch movies that have violence, I'll jump when somebody does something violent. Like in The Dark Knight (I HATE that movie), when Joker does that weird 'trick' with the pencil where he shoves it in the guy's head or whatever, I jumped like, 10 feet in the air. Maybe I'm just sensitive. I don't know, but violence is WAY not my thing, even if somebody deserves it.

I nearly cried while watching an episode of "Supernatural", which I usually like. It's called "Bedtime Stories" and it's like fairy tales were coming true, but in modern times. Like, the big bad wolf (this is what made me cry), this lady is coming out of the grocery store, and this guy comes and helps her put her groceries in her car. First of all, he just LOOKS creepy, which was enough to send shiver down my spine. So, he puts one bag in, and she puts her last bag in, and while she's leaning in, he shoves her in and starts beating her up. It just shows him throwing punches, but you can hear it, and you can imagine it, and I ran out of the room, tears in my eyes. I have not watched a Supernatural since.

So, anyway, I try not to let people see if I'm hurt, unless it's my mom and we're alone. Sometimes I have a hard time keeping things in, and other times, it's real easy. Oh, and I can't lie (not if it's a 'big' lie). I have the hugest conscience, and so it's always nagging at me. I don't cheat on tests, because of said conscience. I've always been told "Don't cheat", and I don't. I tried explaining this to two kids who suggested I cheat, but I just couldn't explain it. And besides, God knows what I'm doing, and he's the one that REALLY matters. Terrible, nagging conscience.

I mentioned I loved animals. Can't smell the stink until it's REALLY powerful, or I stick my nose right in it. Momma Bear has a sensitive nose, and gags every time she walks into my room. See, I have a rabbit, and I don't have time to clean the cage everyday. So she opens my blinds (she thinks I'm a vampire), and opens my window. I love fresh air. Absolutely love the smell of rain, mixed with dirt and wood chips, especially if they're like cedar or something. It's just so... so... so good. Don't ask why. It just is.

So, that's a little bit of me. Oh, and I'm good at keeping secrets. See, I go home and write them in my journal, and sometimes, I forget. No one looks at my journal. Momma Bear is good about not snooping in my stuff. Dad is a big fan of 'privacy respecting', so we're actually not allowed in someone else's room unless invited. No one is that good at keeping it, not even me. Especially at dinner time, 'cause ya gotta tell 'em, don't ya? All right. Enough about me. You guys tell me something maybe I don't know. Like your favorite music artist. Or color. Actually, don't. BORING!!!! Tell me things you've done, something OUTRAGEOUS. Like over the weekend, I was goofing around at a restaurant and stuck four straws (still with their paper covers on) in a little 'bowl' of ketchup. Taco Man hates ketchup, so I saved his straw, but my brothers and dad came back, and they were pretty mad. I was all "Lighten up, you guys. GEEZ!" But I admit I can be sensitive sometimes. Anyway...

Just A Thought Boutique

Well, I know I've been blogging a little too much lately (maybe), but it just so happens I like talking. I don't look it, and sometimes I just talk about nothing, but that's okay. Anyway, guess what? We have this little store in my town called "Just a Thought Boutique". It's really cute. They have inspirational quotes and stuff, and you can choose to stick them on your own little tile, or you can buy them pre-stuck. They have cute sayings, and they have different text styles. You can also custom-make them. My mom did, and it actually turned out great. You can choose the color of the text, the size, the style of text... it's great.

Anyway, they have cute little hair clips. Personally, they're a little expensive, but they're simply adorable! They're mostly flowers, although there are bows and just simple little ribbons. Anyway, I went and bought about five of them. They're quite cute. Anyway, if you live in the area, you just go down that mainstreet where Costco and Lowe's are, and you just keep going, like you're going to get on the highway. But you don't. Just before J & L's gardening center, it's in a strip-mall sort of thing. It's on your right if you're heading North.

Anyway, I went and saw the "X-Men Beginnings: Wolverine" movie today (with my family). I enjoyed it. It was pretty good, although for some reason (and the Big Kahuna agrees with me), they could've done better, but we're not quite sure how. I would suggest you go see it. The language could definitely be better, but no 'f-bombs' (at least, not that I remember). Oh, and stay after ALL the credits. They have two scenes to show.

Mom and Me

Well, today is our ward's father/son campout, so guess what? JUST ME AND MY MOM!!!! We're excited. I also get paid today, and so we want to go shopping, or just do something fun. Maybe see a movie, I suggested a pedicure and/or manicure, for which I was so rudely rejected, and so we are not quite sure what we're doing yet.

It's funny, because we were actually talking along the lines of this Wednesday. Supposedly, statistics say children/teens of MY age (or at least between 12-18) do not like their parents, or hanging around with them. I caught the end of this, turned to my YW leader, and said, "Really? I LOVE my parents!" she gave a semi-surprised look, as well as asking, "really?" I nodded, and then someone else called for my attention.

I do know that I am a special case. I have friends that disagree with their family/parents, and so they often get frustrated. I do understand (to an extent), because they will explain to me/each other their problems. We try to help each other, too. Sometimes we find solutions, sometimes not. But that's what friends are for, right? To vent.

Anyway, I have heard that statistic, and I feel bad for some of these teens, because they don't understand that parents are there for us, to help us along our way. I know, I'm sounding a little 'dorky', but I feel I need to express my opinion. I love my parents. I love spending time with them, and I enjoy their company. I am the only girl in my family, and so sometimes it's like my brothers don't want to hang out with me. Who do I get to be around? Mom and Dad. I personally think that I'm a little bit more mature for my age, because I hang with adults, and I seem to get along with adults more than kids my age (except, obviously, my friend).

Don't get me wrong, sometimes I wish I was more... accepted among my peers, but sometimes that doesn't happen, so I turn to the adults. They seem to understand me (again, to an extent), but at least I can talk to them. Plus, they give educated, mature opinions.

So, there's my little 'speech', you can take it or leave it.