Hadley thinks I'm Jesus

This weekend I was able to spend a lot of time with my two nieces and sister due to them staying up here with my mom while the boys went to Lake Powell. Watching two little girls was hard with the three of us. How does my sister do it?! There was constant taking out of toys, playing with toys, throwing toys and cleaning up of toys to go around.



We took little (almost 2!) Hadley to Snogression to see how she would handle it. She loved it. She was jumping like she was born to jump. She would watch the boys go off the ramp and yell "Kenin!!!!" (Thats her form of Kevin). She knows what he does. Then Kevin would come over and show her some tricks on the tramp and she would go crazzzzzyyyyy. She would clap and yell "WOW!" We even taught her to do a back flip. Ok, maybe it was just a somersault. But a backflip is next.

It is fun to hear her say all of our names.
Grandpa = Paki (we have nooo idea where this came from) or Randy. She heard my mom say it, so she started to say it.
Grandma = Mimi
Kevin = Kenin
Malorie = Maroree
Tyler = Ty
She loves looking at old family pictures of us and pointing out us and saying our names. She recently noticed the family pictures above the fire place and started naming all of us. She did good until she got to me.
"Jesus."
Hmm.
Not real sure why she thought I was Jesus. Was it my hair? My angelic smile? My holy hallow above my head? We will never know. I'll just take it as a compliment for now.

And here are some pictures of cute Afton. She's 4 weeks old. Still so little!

this made me laugh...

And right when I showed it to kevin, he laughed.



I am really not so sure why it is so funny...but it is.

this guy is hilarious

streamers and binkys

I always have the best birthdays. My parents trained me from day one that my birthday was a BIG DEAL. Growing up, we usually were in Carlsbad, California with all of the extended family on and around my birthday. We would go to Disneyland, Legoland (for Tyler), the Carlsbad flower fields, get fresh strawberry shortcake, go outlet shopping, and of course eat at Harbor Fish. I just grew up thinking, heck, my whole extended family loves me so much they all come to California to be with me and celebrate with me. Well, as everyone grew up and times-a-changed, we slowly stopped doing this tradition (even though Kev took my two years ago to spoil me).
Now that we don't go to California, my parents have to make up for it (or so they think). So right when me and Kevin walk through the door Sunday on my birthday, I am greeted with "Suprise!" and my dad throwing streamers at me. And I get big hugs. And I see that streamers are wrapped around everywhere: the staircase, my birthday chair at the dinner table, and around the chandelier. I am so loved. There was even enough for me to make myself a birthday sash.
So we started the day with Monopoly. Remember my wish before? Well they agreed. I started with $3000 and never had to go to jail. Boy, did I whip their butts. It felt real good to finally win.
We then got to eat my birthday dinner. I had begged for some beef brisket. It was so darn good. And then we washed it down with the Costco All-American Chocolate Cake; the cake of my dreams. Tyler even wrote POOP out with my 23 candles. He's so nice!
Hadley watched me blow the candles out, and imitated me right after, but refused to blow once we put a lit candle in front of her face. She's learning though; last year she cried after I blew my candles out. And cried again when I re-lit and blew them out again. I am the best aunt ever.

I then got to open presents. I asked my mom to get me Aloha soy sauce (for the best chicken recipe ever), asian toppings, and she delivered! I even got real miso (paste) soup, bamboo sticks and a japanese key chain and money My dad picked out the card and laughed so hard after I read it. He thought it was hilarious. Let me read it to you:
Hey, Daughter!
You're on the move!
You're on the go!
You're always on the run!
Here's hoping that your day is filled with high-speed, fast-track fun!

haha it makes me laugh even now. My family has a thing for finding the most ridiculous cards ever.

I also got a garlic slicer and the best dressing holder/mixer ever. I have already used it and feel rich to have such a sophisticated kitchen tool.
Now on to my brother Ty. He got me finger lights: these are exactly what you expect them to be. You stick them on your finger and they light up. Thats it. And he only got me three.
He also got me a blow up latex lion balloon. This one was cool. Hadley loved it.
And then he got me two binkys. Yep, baby binkys. It was him hinting to us that we need to have a baby (or babies I guess) before he leaves on his mission. Hopefully I can find them again whenever we do have kids. He told me they were expensive.

We then got to hear my birth story:
I guess my older sister was slow-comming, so when my mom started having close contractions, my dad was in no rush. He thought he had plenty of time to stop at the Wendy's drive-thru because he was STARVING. Well, he didn't. I'm pretty sure my mom didn't let him get his already ordered food and yelled "TO THE HOSPITAL, NOW!" I arrived 45 minutes later. But I came out blue. I guess I choked on my own...poop.... Yeah yeah "Oh malorie, that explains a lot, that's why you are so special!" Yes, that IS why I am so special.



My husband got me the prettiest flowers AND a birthday card that made me all teary-eyed. This is a huge deal for him. This boy does not do flowers or cards. It was monumentous and the best birthday present ever.

I got to take the rest of the ginormous cake home. Nothing beats having 40 billion ready slices of the best chocolate cake ever in your freezer.

I hope this lasts forever and our run-in with the law

oooohhh-ahhhh my cute little brother going to prom


Everyone thinks I am younger than I really am. Almost every day at work, I always get the "Are you old enough to serve?..." and I always like to ask them how old they think I am. I always get 14, 15, 16 years old. They are so surprised when they find out I am almost 23 and married. Just yesterday, the cooks little girl (7 years old) asked how old I was and guessed I was 15. She told me my pig tails made me look like a little girl.
Well today, my little brother had some time to spare before he went to his externship, so he decided to come hang out with the cool kids (me and the hubby). We decided to show him our typical friday afternoon: Lunch trip to Costco. We had him drive his cool orange (with a black racing stripe) mustang, because its cool. We showed him the glory of a $1.50 hot dog and drink. And then we showed him how to look at all the cameras, flat-screen T.V.'s and new 3.D. T.V.'s. I think he really enjoyed it.
On the drive home, we noticed a cop that had pulled another car on the opposite side of the road. Right when he saw Tyler's car, he pulled a U-turn, and followed us for quite a while. And then he decided to pull us over. Ugh I hate cops. So the cop walks up in his coply-manner and says he is the school police officer. He looks at Tyler and asks where he goes to school and how old he is. He looks in the back at me and demands the same. I tell him I go to the U and am 23. I am sure he just looked at my pig tails and my candy lei necklace I had sported from Tyler's back seat, and thought "liar". He then looks at Kevin. Kevin says that he has already graduated from the U and owns his own business (no...he didn't say that). The officer then goes "Well wow, I was sure all you were sluffin' school." He then asked what Tyler was doing and I (being the good big sister and all) chimed in and told him that Tyler was on his way to an externship of medical assisting and he was an awesome kid. Tyler pulled out his get-out-of-trouble-free pass and handed it to the cop. The cop asked who wrote it out. Tyler retorted "Umm ALTA DID..." in his very annoyed voice. It made me laugh. He hates cops and he hates the attention his car gets from them. They really do have a special eye on that car. After a second look from the cop to the lot of us, we were let go. It was a close one. Those school cops will get ya!

And Kevin wanted me to add that he went running with me this morning and that he is a very good husband for doing so.

That is all.

two years

We celebrated our two year anniversary on monday! 3/14/2009 was the date it all went down. We cannot believe that it has been two years! It has honestly gone by so fast. Marriage is awesome. My most favorite part is that I would rather hangout with Kevin, even if I am mad at him, than anyone else. Before I met him, I would get sick of people pretty quickly. But that was before I met him. I am so excited to see what the future holds.

Ok enough sap.. you just want to know what we did don't you?!

Well Kevin had a ski race last saturday and totally rocked it! He won first place and won $100. He always wins money at the perfect time. So we put this money towards our anniversary celebration.

Well I had school and Kevin had work until 7:00, so throughout the day we would call each other and ask "How is your anniversary going?"

When he finally came home, I gave him his anniversary card. I am really good at writing cards. I might have made him tear up a bit one time. But this time, I used this personal and sentimental moment to get back at him. You see, he loves to tell both our families that we are expecting in the most awkward situations. I then have to quickly clear it up and see the disappointment on their faces. So now when the day actually comes to tell our families, they won't believe us. It is going to be so anti-climatic.

Well in this anniversary card I started talking about how good a dad he was going to be. And I was so excited for that day to come. And then I said.....SUPRISE!! Your going to be a daddy!!
You should have heard him gasp. And his face go red. And then he read the "kidding" part of the card. BIG sigh of relief. Oh I got him so good! I was so proud!

We decided to go to Texas Roadhouse for dinner. Classy. We know. But (besides my dad's) they have the best prime rib in town. And rolls + butter. And house salads. I really love everything there. We even splurged and got drinks. It was awesome. Not even our waiter that sat at our booth with us and pretty much wanted to hang out with us ruined our awesome night.

Kevin then wanted to buy me a little gift at REI (All night he was saying "this is your anniversary baby!" ha), but we always seem to go to REI when they are closing. We never have enough time there. Raincheck please?

Then we went to see a REAL movie! We decided to see Adjustment Bureau. We even bought popcorn. I love movie theater popcorn. And I always new it was expensive, but I was thinking like $4 a bucket. Ha! They wanted to sell me a handful of popcorn for $6 or a large for $7. Losers. I bought the bucket, but made them put extra, extra butter on it. But for that night, it was sooo worth it. We licked it clean. And oh yeah, the movie was good, we both really enjoyed it. Expensive movie theaters are always a treat.

And that was that! Two years. Done!

(And sorry for the lack of pictures lately, Kevin always leaves our camera at work)

"you are the most inconsiderate bed partner I could have ever found"

This is what my husband said to me today.

Only because:

I had really cold feet. I always have had really cold feet, he knew this in the beginning.
I was breathing really loudly because I had/still have a yucky cold.
I was eating kettlecorn in bed that I had home-made, and I was so excited because it was really good. This made for an even louder, cold-strucken, open-mouth-eating mal.
But he was the one that wanted to watch a movie in-bed. This means midnight snack is in-bed too.
He chose the movie Close Encounters of a Third Kind. I hate alien-related stuff; but I also kinda love it. My mind makes me believe there are real aliens out there. And if I watch this kind of movie right before bed, I know I am in for a good night of an alien-abducting-mal nightmare. So when he falls asleep, what do I do? I turn this alien nonsense off and turn on a show that I like. But this wakes up husband and he gets annoyed.
I guess I hog the bed.
And I was sneezing all night.

I am so meeeaaaaan!

star wars education week

So husband reeeeallly, reeeealllly likes Star Wars. I mean really likes Star wars. When he was little, his parents recorded Star Wars on a VHS tape. Him and his siblings watched it over, and over, and over again. He says it was his babysitter.
He has tried a few times to get me to watch it. But I have a tendency of falling asleep during movies. So I would fall asleep, and he would get really, really angry. "You don't have any respect for Star Wars" he would say.
So I finally talked him into letting me watch it again; and told him I would dedicate the week to it. I called it Star Wars Education Week. He approved and so it started.

Why education week? Well after marrying husband, I clearly needed to gain respect for the movie. But more importantly, I needed to understand the movie. I may or may not of said in the theater at SW Episode lll, "What? HEEEE is Darth Vader!!!!!!?????" a little too loudly. My family will never let that down. I honestly had no idea. Who would have thought that good, little Anakin would turn into the villain?

And even more recently, while re-watching this same movie, did I realize that Anakin was the father of the twins. And these twins were Luke and Leia (I always thought Padme was Princess Leia). And when I learned this, it all became clear:

"LUKE, I AM YOUR FATHER" - Darth Vader
He truly was Lukes father.
Wow. Everything is falling into place now.

And so now you understand why, clearly, I need this week.

I can't believe I am sharing this with you

me and my baby #2

So I have a baby #1 and a baby #2. This post is about my baby #2. I loooove my baby #2; most would say too much for being a grown 22 (almost 23) year old girl (I hate saying woman). What is my baby #2 you ask?

It is my baby blanket.

I have had my baby blanket, well, since I was a baby. My Grandma Moser made it for me. I am sure that she never thought it would still be in my life at age 22. It has been through a lot. I have slept with it almost every night of my life. And I sleep with it the same way every night; on my pillow under my head. I could honestly not tell you what exactly it used to look like. There were dinosaurs on it I think. My grandma said it used to be pink.

When holes started appearing, and the fluff in the middle started coming out, that was when my mom recommended me throwing it away. Oh no, I would not have it; I wanted it to be re-covered. So we re-covered it in a pink fabric with stars and moons on it. When the pattern and colors again faded and the holes re-appeared; It was time to cover it again. So me and my mom went and picked out some new fabric and re-covered it. After the re-covering process, I am not a happy girl. The fabric is ruff and hard, nothing like my old baby blanket hiding in the middle of it. So my mom would have to wash, re-wash, and re-wash some more to make it more acceptable for me.

So how on earth did I keep this blanket when I got married you ask? I was actually really nervous about this. I kind of just accepted the fact that it would have to be either A. thrown away or B. stashed away. This was, until I met Kevin. I never told any of my boyfriends before of my "blanket." But for some reason, I told Kevin. And you know what he told me...he's going to kill me...that he actually had one too. I could not believe it. All I could think was that he was perfect for me. So, he let me keep it, and to this day I sleep with it ever night. It is glorious.

Another story for another day is why it is called my baby #2. It was dubbed that only recently.
And my baby #1 is, duh, my hubby.

sometimes, I have to flutter my eyes just a little

I like to procrastinate. With everything. I like doing stuff right before they are due or needed. Because there is always a thousand other things I would like to do instead of this thing I "need" to get done. Well, I am horrible about getting a parking pass, and every semester I wait until after the last minute. There is this great thing called Free Parking up at the University of Utah. Have you never heard of it? If you haven't, you are missing out. All you have to do is take an Institute class. Its that easy. Well I always forget to sign up for institute when I sign up for my curricular courses. Its only until I see the signs as I am walking past the institute doors "Get your parking pass NOW Malorie!" "Malorie, it is already too late to get your pass, but try anyway!" "Malorie your car is getting ticketed TODAY!", that I remember.
I pulled into the institute parking lot on Monday and it all came really fast... Crap crap crap I need a parking pass! I see a kid on his ticketing bike already giving out tickets like they are actually wanted. Crap. So I think, I will park in the most secretive spot possible and get away with this no-pass thing I do every semester. I park in the far lot, and find a spot between two huge cars so I can barely squeeze in and hide. While I am trying to cover up my green sticker (Fall 2010) on my old institute parking pass with my leaf car freshener, a biker boy rides on in front of me. I make eye contact with him and give him a slight smile, making sure he sees that I am a really nice girl and just needs to be forgiven this one time. I get out of my car, put my gloves on to hide the wedding ring ( you are o.k. with that right, Kevin?...), and walk on past him as he comes back to my car. I don't look back, knowing I would jinx myself, and run off to class.
I walk back after a days worth of classes with every limb possible crossed, all in hopes I didn't have a ticket...and lo and behold... NO TICKET!! It had worked! The fluttering of the eyes had worked. It was a miracle. And I made it a goal that I would find a class to go to on Tuesday, because I mean, I had gotten away with parking that day and thats all I needed.
So don't worry, today I found a class after my night class to attend. And it actually worked out awesome because the only class there was taught by my most favorite teacher Brother Line, who I was hoping would remember me from last semester and give me a break. Well even though I arrived 30 minutes late (my capstone class overlaps), I made sure to participate in his class and let him know I wanted to be there. After class I went up, introduced myself (he remembered me) and said "You know... Brother Line I would love to get a parking pass even though I haven't been here for the past three classes..." And wa-bam, I got one. That easy. It is always such an accomplishment for me when I get that institute parking pass in my hand. Its like I had just ran a marathon (yeah right.... a half marathon) and won ( no... lets just say, and finished that half marathon). That would feel real good too.

I whip my hair back and forth

I found this on facebook. We had to watch it twice it was so funny. And then I thought it would be funny to impersonate the bird for Kevin..and it was! I crack myself up. After you watch it, impersonate it. It will cheer you right up.

Dating Stories #1

Our schedules lately have been completely opposite. Kevin has been working 12-14 hour days for a month and a half or so, and I have been doing school and working nights. We will get maybe a good two hours of face time. Two hours. And this is usually at 11:00 at night when we are both worn out. I get home, and right then he is ready and dying to go to bed. Me on the other hand is dead tired, but can't sleep because I have been running around all night and it takes me a few hours to wind down. Hence, me blogging at 1:30 in the a.m. Lets just say it hasn't been a fun last few weeks.

Ok enough of the boo and hoo.
Now on to a funny story:
I have some funny dating stories and I think this here blog is a great place to share them.

Funny Dating Story #1, Lets call him...Clay; because well, thats his real name.

I met Clay at an institute dance. Some of my friends were dancing with him and his buddies so me and my cousin Trista hopped on over. He started to talk to me, realized I was really funny (he told me this) and asked me out for ice cream that night. We went out with a bunch of friends and he just thought I was hilarious (his words not mine). Well the night ended, and he said he would ask me out again. School went on, 3 months passed, and he had tried to ask me out numerous times. I was busy juggling school (one word: CHEMISTRY) and never got around to saying yes to his requests. Until finally one day I did. It was on the weekend, and that weekend I was staying at my parents. So he came to pick me up...with a rose in hand. A rose. All you girls are probably going "Oooooohhhh how romantic and cute!!!" No, that was not my thought at all. What first popped in my head, I blurted out, and truly, rudely, meant it. "You shouldn't have..." So rude of me. I just thought it was a bit weird. I threw (kidding) the rose to my parents and told them to keep it alive and we headed out the door. He then told me where we were going: Boondocks. Oh man. To play video games. Oh man. And I am pretty sure that is all we did. I was pretty good at those games though I must say. I am sure he was impressed and added video game skills to my repertoire. When we had cashed in all of our tickets for nonsense and tootsie rolls, we headed out. We were completely surprised to walk out into a complete blizzard. Right when he saw the snow, I hear "Crap." And then I learned why: whatever kind of car he owned, sucked. We tried to get out of the Boondocks parking lot and failed miserably. We tried five or so times. I was getting worried I was going to be stuck with this guy, in a parking lot, in a blizzard. Every guys dream. I didn't want him to get any ideas so I cheered him on to try and try again! We finally got out, and I probably let out a sigh of relief. The little drive back to my house went great until we came upon my neighborhood. There is this little hill when you enter my parents neighborhood that is horribly, horribly slick when it snows. You have to hit it fast and at a right angle to make it ( I have learned with my little Jetta). Well his car would not have any of it. I was just about ready to jump out, say "Thanks for a great night!", and run home, when a brilliant idea came to Clay. He was going to get out and push the car, while I stepped on the gas and steered. So I hop in the driver seat, and he pushes. It actually worked great! The car started to move, it slowly gained traction and we were on our way! The only thing was, it was just me, not we. He was still outside, now running with the car. I yelled "What do you want me to do!?" He replied with "Just keep GOING! Don't STOP!" So on I went, driving his car, without him. Oh it was so funny, I was laughing then, and I am laughing now. He finally caught up, opened the passenger door, and hopped in. But then we had arrived to my parents house. Hallelujah. I thanked him for such a great night (oh there was teeny bit of sarcasm) and he replied with a kiss on the cheek. Ew. I just remembered that.
He then continued to try and ask me out again, but I just straight up told him I wasn't interested. I told him he was a great guy, but there was nothing there for me. I thought this was what guys wanted to hear: truth, honesty. Thats what they always said atleast, but this guy didn't take it too well. He got quite angry with me.
The next day, my Facebook account was shut down because someone had reported it. Coincidence? I think not.

conversing with hippies

I work with some hippies. I really do like them and enjoy working with them, but they can be funny at times. It seems like every hippie (and liberal- these two go hand in hand) I have met, they really like to talk. They like to talk about their adventure that day, this inspiring book they are reading, what they did that day to help the earth, how "green" they are, and what they are organically growing in their garden.
These hippies everyday at work ask "What did you do today?" My answer is always "Went to school, did homework." Pretty lame to them. I of course (have) to ask them back "What did you do today?" (And this is actually awesome of me because I usually lack the easy and every-day social skills such as asking "How are you?" and "How was your day?" Because honestly, I really don't care. Everyone just says good or great and thats the end of it. So if I don't ask you these questions next time I see you, I am sorry. If you have something exciting to tell me, don't wait for me to ask about it, just tell me)
Well these hippies of course always reply with:
"Well I woke up to a beautiful snow-filled day and decided to take my dog Sandy on a walk, we enjoyed our walk, we enjoyed it so much we decided to give back to the earth and pick up trash on our walk. I then decided to make some cookies with some organically enhanced butter. They were delicious. I then decided to go para-gliding. I then came home to some homemade chili cooking in the crock pot. I then read this book that is so inspiring and liberal. I then watched a 45 min movie about a seagull flying through the air and listened to his thoughts in poem form. I am so hippie and sophisticated."
You may think I am kidding about some of these, but I am not.
Next time they tell me such stories I will one-up them. If they picked up trash on their walk, I volunteered that day and picked up trash all over campus. If they made cookies with organic butter, well I made cookies with organic flour, organic sugar, organic salt, actual cocoa beans, and organic butter. If they went para-gliding, I went flying. If they made homemade chili, I made beef bourguignon (which I really do need to make), If they read an inspiring, liberal book, I read Dreams From My Father, and if they watched a poem movie about seagulls, I will just say you are dumb.

cool it renters.

We rent out the top area of our house, so we live in the basement. Don't worry its all walled off and we have a completely different entrance; so its not like we eat dinner with them or anything. Our renters are a young couple with a 2-3 year old girl and a newborn baby boy. Well this young mom is crazy. I think she might have Kevin's number on speed dial, and since her husband can't do a thing (or so it seems), Kevin gets a lot of texts and calls:

"What do I recycle?" (yes, she really asked kevin this)

"There are a few ants by my oven"

"Can you blow out your candle, it is giving me a headache"

"There is smoke up here" (haha this one was funny. We found that our BBQ outside was right underneath a vent that went straight up to the second floor, so everytime we BBQ...they got some smoked out. we laughed while we moved the BBQ)

"Your snow machine is falling off the trailer" (what? did you mean SNOWMOBILE?)

And many more I just can't think of any more right now.
Well tonight I was broiling some fish, and as many as you know, when you cook in a small area, things are bound to get a little smokey. Well it did and I opened our door to help air it out. But the smoke alarm still went off. I quickly ran over and tried to turn it off- which it did in less than 45 seconds. But don't you worry she text Kevin (who is usually always gone at work).
"The smoking alarm is going off and their is smoke in the house!"
NO. DUH.
Open a window.
Open your door.
Try to do something on your own.
Kevin feels like he has two wives. Poor guy.

hope I don't GET giardia...

We decided to do a snow hike instead of snowshoeing on Thanksgiving. Of course the trail was blocked and locked off, but did that stop us? No. Who says we can't enjoy a snow hike to a waterfall on Thanksgiving? No one (or so we think). The waterfall was really cool. It had iced over, yet their was still quite a flow underneath it. It was neat to watch it and listen to it.

Here is a video of the waterfall. It also shares a funny conversation between me and Kevin. I of course grabbed the biggest icicle I could find and started sucking on it. Right before he started recording, Kevin warned me I would get sick.

I know I know, I am like a little girl...

this is magical

This doesn't make me a BYU fan. I am still a Ute fan through and through... BUT...this is just magical. I know a lot of people like to make fun of Harry Potter, and I think that is just sad. Who cares if you think Harry Potter is cool, this doesn't make you a nerd! I think reading a book that takes you to a magical place is awesome and sooo cool. My name is Malorie Brower, I love Harry Potter and I am a Mormon.

nuttella and deep sea fishing

ew ew you make me gag nuttella

Whenever I get sick, I always remember the meal I ate right before I got sick. My mind always associates that meal, usually one particular part of it, with sickness. For example, a good couple of years ago my family went to Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. We decided that we had to try deep sea fishing. So the morning of our great adventure our friends brought this funky european spread, Nutella, for breakfast for all of us to try. We all spread it on some bread and were ready to fish. Well we head out to sea and I got soooo sick. So sick that all I could do to try and stop the pain was sleep. So I took some sea sickness pills and slept. Slept through most of the fun. I just remember waking up feeling the boat rock, and my stomach would guuuurrgle at me and I would go back to sleep. The pills finally did kick in and I luckily was able to fish one time. I caught a huge, I want to say 30 lbs (is that an over-eggageration?) mahi-mahi fish. It was a long fight to bring that bad boy in; but I won. It was a beauty too: bright yellow, blue and green. I remember I couldn't believe how pretty it was, and that I had caught it, but that was quickly forgotten when the first mate smacked the head of my fish with a bat. A bat. I didn't think to get out of the way, I mean I wanted to examine my fine catch, so I now had blood splattered all over me. I just sat and awkwardly stared while my dad chuckled. They had gotten used to this violence while I had been sleeping in the cabin.
So short story long, ever since this day, I have yet to even look at a Nutella jar. Just even thinking of it makes me sick. And that was a good 7 or so years ago. Sorry Nutella, you had no chance.

A few years later we went deep sea fishing again in Oregon. I honestly dont know what I was thinking. I simply must have completely forgotten about the previous time. That is the only explanation I have because I willingly went. I think I have a tendency to forget bad things that happen to me, which really is not a bad thing at all, but in this moment it was bad. I got even sicker this time. I slept the whole time. I didn't touch a fishing pole once. My family did a great job though, they caught coolers full of salmon, which luckily, they still allowed me to enjoy.

And a few years after that, my family went to Kawaii. We all decided it would be fun to go on a catamaran for a snorkel adventure. I willingly went on this too. Didn't even think twice. And what happened? I got sea sick. But this time, I had friends. Half of the boat was throwing up in a bucket that was quickly passed around. It just so happened that the day we went out, there were 50 ft waves running around. One almost took us out. When I finally got to step off of that boat I told myself Never Again. Never again will I put myself on a big boat, on the ocean.

But then, a few years after that we went on a cruise. Ha I am kidding I didn't get sick this time. But I did only remember my sea sickness ability once I stepped onto the boat, again.

So moral to my story is: Don't go deep sea fishing or catamaran snorkeling if you get sea sickness. It is not fun. But going on a cruise is A ok.
And second moral to my story is: Mom, Dad, when are we going on another family adventure?? I think its time!

shaky mal

I HATE public speaking. Notice I used bold and caps; that is how much I hate it. I know you are thinking "I know me too!" But no, you don't know. I suck at it. I can prepare all week, say a prayer or two, or ten, have everything I am going to say written down, look over my notes all day, and it will still go horribly wrong. It can only be 30 seconds in front of a class and It will still go horribly wrong. Today it was a 5 minute presentation. ALL day long I have had a pounding heart, sweaty palms, and sweaty armpits (don't worry I brought my deodorant to school with me today). And my presentation was at 3:00 p.m. So it was an anxiety-filled day to say the least. So what goes so horribly wrong you ask? Well right off the bat I start shaking. My hands, my legs, my BODY. I can't stop it. My voice gets shaky. I can't think. I just read. Uhh just thinking about it makes me sick, sick to my stomach. Its hard for me to turn the pages. Oh man I am so pathetic. All during my presentation I am thinking "I have other good attributes, I have other good attributes, I have other good attributes" to make me feel like I am not just a sore loser who makes a fool of herself in front of her classmates. Good thing I don't know anyone in the class. Good thing I only have three more classes with these classmates of mine. There is only ONE positive thing that comes out of this looser-ness: I always get an A on my presentation. And I know its because my teacher is like "Poor, poor girl, She really should have come to me and told me how horrible she is at this, I wouldn't have made her give her presentation.."
And I would like to think that there are other "shaky mals" out their, but I have yet to find any. Every single person I have watched in my whole college career, has done just fine. They don't get red in the face, if they shake its only slightly in the fingers, they don't have to read from their paper, they could be up their all day and not mind, and they hide their shaky voice. It just makes me want yell C'MON!! But then I just have to think, "I have other good attributes, I have other good attributes..."

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Kevin knows how to shimmy!

hi my name is marcel

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