the story of the crepe.

It's quite the experience when you realize that what you thought you thoroughly enjoyed is, in fact, something you detest.

A strange experience indeed.

I enjoy most foods that involve

mustard,

mayonnaise,

lemons,

cheese,

goat cheese,

tangy things.

Thus, the reason why I have an inappropriate relationship with deviled eggs.

(Which, by the way, I just discovered the reason WHY they are called deviled eggs... those suckers are a moment on the lips but forever on the hips if you know what I mean.)

Anyway, when Kirk and I were in Vegas a while ago, we went to the Bellagio and had a feast of crepes.

I was starving and so very excited to eat my savory chicken, basil and provolone crepe.

Then, I took the first bite and fought back the urge to gag.

Eggy mess.

DIS-GUSTING.

I didn't know how much I do not enjoy eggs in a crepe manner.

I thought I liked eggs. In every way they could be prepared:

scrambled,

deviled,

hard-boiled,

salad,

benedict.

But alas, only when eggs are boiled and served with mayo do I fully enjoy the flavor they bring to my pallet. And the reason being that they incorporate some sort of mayonnaise-y goodness. Did you know mayo contains a lemony flavor? Reason number 2 why mayo rocks my socks.

it's a very bitter-sweet thang.

Bonjour readers.

Today was my very FIRST day working at Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory and I am proud to announce that I only ate 6 pieces of chocolate and 1 apple pie caramel apple.

Are you proud too?

My hope is that I don't gain 50+ pounds working there but then again, I really can't remember being so happy at work... So I feel as though it's ok if I do.

What does healthy diet really mean anyway?

NO but really guys, I will probably become the biggest fatty ever if I keep it up.

'Tis why I call it a bitter-sweet thang.

Tastes so delicious.

But as my uncle would say,

"You might as well glue that chocolate to your butt."

Classy.

Whatever. Some say you get sick of seeing, serving and tasting all the candies and delicious apples of wonderment, that you start to LOOSE weight. I'm going to wait for that day to come very patiently and enjoy gorging myself in all the flavors God as blessed us with.

Moving forward.

I want to go shopping SO very bad.

Every morning when I get dressed, I look in my closet with sadness and woe and wonder where all my cute clothes went. And then I remember I don't work at a mall anymore where clothing is so easily attainable and where I can see styles-a-plenty and copy them. Yeah, we all do it.

Now I feel like a frumtastic chocolatier.

You know when you feel like you have worn every single thing you own at least a thousand times and you need something new to make you feel sparkly and fresh?

That's how I feel.

So I will probably do something to rectify this wardrobe related issue.

Shop on.

Also, I found this picture of Jessica Biel

And may I just say that

a: J. Biel is a stunna. Meaning stunning.

B: How come SHE can do the middle part without looking like someone's butler? (aka, me.)

c: I love her hair. The color. The cut. And I am going to try to replicate it. Who's with me?

Oh and I got the shake-weight. I just had to try it. And believe it or not, it does make me feel like I did 50 pushups in 6 minutes.

she beat me to the punch.

My beautiful sister graduated from COLLEGE!

WHAT the crazy!

I still got the whole born first thing going on, so that's great.

But it was an accomplishment to celebrate to say the least!

It started on Thursday with a commencement ceremony and Elder Richard G. Scott from the quorum of the twelve came to speak!

There were about 8,000 graduates this year and the Marriot Center was filled to the brim. My mom and I found a golden seat right above Ani who was quite easy to spot since I decorated her cap and all.

Don't mind my glorious state of beauty... it was a delirious night.

Sadly, we had to leave a bit early because I had my last class of the semester to go to and my mom kept complaining that the ceremony was boring. (I think we were bugging our neighbors...) So we hopped out of there and beat the traffic.

But guys, Friday is when the REAL fun happened.

That day started at 5:30 AM for miss Ani and 6:30 for everyone else. It was a killer morning and we were about 10 minutes late but we found another GOLDEN seat right in the front and had a great view of all the students shaking hands with the Dean and getting their diplomas. (Is that what college grads get? Diplomas? Clearly, I'm not graduating yet.)

There were a billion names. I swear. Which doesn't all add up since there were SUPPOSEDLY like a thousand graduates there... But I feel like there were more names than the program said. And I believe there was a guy with the middle name of "Stupendorf." I am not kidding. True story.

We then headed to the bell tower to have a mini photo shoot with both families.

I feel like I have to put a disclaimer before showing these photos because I was running on about 4 hours of sleep and for some reason was quite pale. Also, my outfit was really cute in real life... but for some reason didn't quite look as awesome in the photos. Obviously this was not MY day, but seriously.

The Mama Llama came to visit! Splendid!

My dad's side half siblings! Sarah B., David J. and my twin, Victoria!

The proud parents. We may or may not have given Ani a joint graduation gift and said on the card, "We are so proud of you!"

The POPS.

Moving forward.

We then went to Malawi's at the Riverwoods... a seriously fabulous pizza place, with my dad's family and Kirk and Jason. We ordered 9 pizzas plus 2 dessert pizzas. It was delicious! We stayed there for like 4 hours laughing, chatting, goofing off and being awesome.

We had so much fun that my throat hurt from talking so much.

We said our goodbyes and then it was back home for a little R&R before Ani's graduation dinner at La Jolla Groves with my Mama, Rachel, Travis and of course, Jason and Kirk.

Jason decided he wanted to go play tennis with a couple of friends before dinner and lost track of time and showed up wearing his tennis clothes... which included a pair of MY old basketball shorts from high school that may or may not have been about 4 inches above his knees and were also light blue and a teal sweat jacket... Quite the ensemble. I about died when he walked in like that and I REALLY wish I would have taken a picture of such a magical moment. Sometimes, we don't know what that kid is thinking. He will never live that down.

After dinner we FINALLY finally came home and relaxed. I feel like I'm still recuperating from all the hustle and bustle of yesterdays festivities and I should be focusing on planning my lesson for tomorrow.

Congratulations Ani! What a stupendous accomplishment!

next stop: vegas please.

Yup. Kirk and I went to Vegas again. It's the fourth time we have been in our relationship and I believe the number will multiply as time goes on.

We seriously love it there.

It's just far away enough from Utah so we actually feel like we are on a vacation but, close enough so we can drive there in about 5.5 hours. It's worth it.

We pretty much hung out and walked the strip. (As per usual.)

The weather wasn't as warm as one would have hoped (ahem, me) so no pool time was allotted.

We did a little shopping, a little relaxing and some casino hopping.

I personally do not really find any gambling to be entertaining but Kirk finds it fascinating.

He always gives himself a little budget to squander (which generally happens, but he doesn't care.) It's fun to watch money disappear?

He gave me $5 to put on the roulette table. I wasn't allowed to have the $5 unless I put it on the table. But, as luck would have it, I won like 7 times in a row. What can I say? I'm a natural.

Whatever. It's totally the devil luring me in.

Anyway, we had a grand old time in sin city.

(My favorite hotel, the Cosmopolitan. Inside their chandelier lounge. Divine.)

But, may I point out that this time, I was definitely carded every time I was at any sort of slot machine, table or even in a restaurant that had a bar...

um, do I look like I'm not of age??

After about the 5th time of asking for my I.D. I became a little annoyed and finally asked, "Do I look like I'm 12?"

And the lady said, "It's the hair."

What? MY HAIR?

I suppose that's a compliment. Most babies do have soft, shiny, luminescent hair.

The next gentleman who asked to see my I.D. looked at it and seemed surprised that I am the age that my license says.

Seriously, what's going on here. I feel like I'm in the twilight zone. So, pretty much I look like I'm a child and I don't belong in the ages 21 to 25 bracket.

I remember when I was 18 and just moved to Rexburg, my roommates and I would ask guys (mostly the ones that we were totally crushing on) how old they thought we were and they would respond with, "Oh you guys look like you're 20 or 21."

OH! OH! And then when I went back to work at Color Me Mine about 3 months ago, one of the employees asked how old I was and I said, "23."

To which she quickly responded, "Oh my gosh. You totally don't even look like you're 23. You look like you're 20. MAYBE 21. I would have NEVER guessed you were 23."

Excuse me little lady, but what exactly does 23 look like? An old hag? I mean really.

If I were a bit older and confused for 20 or 21 rather than 30, then yes, compliment me away. The younger the better. Keep it coming.

But I think I'm still young enough to where I am slightly offended by the ages people assume I am.

Any explanations?

i definitely need a trainer or something.

So, I'm starting to get this butt to the gym a little more often than I have been in the past 8 months. I'm supposed to be ready for summertime or something? I have a mostly LOVE/slight hate for summer because it's a wonderful time of the year where you lay out and be lazy and feel the sun on your skin... but then there's the whole bearing skin thing which I have ALWAYS had issues with.

I don't like to wear swimsuits and any pictures with me in one should and will be burned.

Anyway, I am trying to put more effort into my physical fitness. But it's hard and I have learned that I have like .078% self-control. What. The. Heck. I can't eat that whole pizza? Or that entire bag of chips? Lame. If I can't eat that, then whats the point in being healthy... or living for that matter. Shoot.

I totally buy healthy food but when I'm hungry, I don't want that. I want Cafe Rio and J Dogs hot dogs and Wendy's french fries. Apparently those aren't healthy. Whatever.

Here's my problem:

I'm a night time eater. My hunger sets in at the end of the day and that's when I want to relax and eat an entire Thanksgiving dinner. What? Don't act like you haven't wanted to do that either. There's nothing more comforting than going to bed feeling well fed.

Going to bed hungry? Not so fun. I seriously put all my focus on the fact that I'm STARVING and my stomach is howling at the moon. And I like CRUNCHY things. The crunchier the better. Like, I want to almost crack my teeth. Ya. I'm all sorts of crazy.

Tell me, what healthy things are that crunchy? NOT many my friends. Not many.

I guess I'm just complaining because losing 15 pounds is way harder than I thought it would be.

And it's mostly on my mind because I just came home from work about an hour ago and ate a delicious plate of homemade nachos.

I'm soooo bad. SOOO bad.

There's this show that was on MTV called "I Used To Be Fat." Think they should make one for me called, "I'm On the Road to Becoming Fat," or rather, "I'm 'gon be a fatty."

People. Motivate me.

under construction.

i have a problem... it has to do with this blog.

I am rarely satisfied with it and thus, it undergoes many, many grueling, time consuming remodels.

The other problem is that I already began this remodel knowing that I wouldn't finish it for two reasons:

1. I am beyooooond tired and procrastinating my lesson prep for tomorrow.

2. I am already bored with it.

3. (ok, so I can't count? Who's counting anyway?) I don't have the time nor the patience to even OPEN up photoshop or indesign. People, people... why do I want to be an Art and Visual Communications major?

At any rate: slow, medium, or slightly faster than medium (never fast. never ever fast.) you, my friends may be impressed with what I'm about to do. But, most likely you won't be because I may not even do it. And to be honest, I would much rather paint my pottery and make my crafts and eat my smarties (the candy) than makeover the blogskie. Eh, what are you gonna do?

Anyway, the point is... it's under construction and soon all the colors might match and jive and flow and please the eye instead of giving you a possible seizure.

I love you all.

Bed.

Now.

Night.

jimmer.

Oh hey, nice teeth.

Yeah, I'm doing a post on Jimmer.

But it's not what you think.

You see, I think he's a good athlete. I won't argue that.

I just don't quite understand the obsession. I guess I'm not really the kind of girl to get obsessed with any sport. But, people are like REALLY REALLY REALLY obsessed with him.

For example:

My sister saw Jimmer at Costa Vida one night and asked to take a picture with him. She was shaking just being in his presence. Shaking, people.

And today just proves my point as well.

Kirk and I were walking around BYU campus today and I have to say that the only thing I regret about not going to BYU is the overheard conversations I didn't get to hear.

I digress.

This guy was talking to a girl and telling her that he wanted to go to law school and that with HIS GPA he could get into any school including Cornell. BUT, he doesn't want to go to Cornell, he wants to go to NYU because Jimmer will probably be there.

Um... WHAT?

First of all, this kid just REEKS of annoyance and low humility. If it were ME in that conversation I would totally make fun of him for throwing out his GPA like that and rolling my eyes in pity for communicating with this specimen.

Secondly, I am glad you are basing the rest of your career on Jimmer and his whereabouts. You are surely not obsessed and definitely the most normal person ever.

And that my friends, is why I don't understand the obsession... with anyone famous for that matter. They are just people.

Am I right? Am I right?

creep.

About a month ago, I was on my way to work and I decided to stop at Maverik for a snackaroo because I get REALLY hungry at work... and the vending machines just don't cut it. I MEANT to get an early start and take a quick trip to Walmart to get snacks but alas, I did not. So Maverik it was. I walked in and mosied throughout the isles. Nothing was tickling my fancy and I was spending more time in there than I initially wanted to. As I was walking out of one of the isles, a girl (I would say in her teens) caught my eye as she began to blatantly stare at me. I didn't want to acknowledge her and just kept walking through the isles of the tiny gas station food mart. I made it to the isle with the crackers and sunflower seeds and noticed the same girl right next to me. I moved a few more feet down the isle and the girl did the same. This girl kept her distance of 2 feet away from me and didn't even TRY to pretend she wasn't following me. She just followed and stared. I was getting a little uncomfortable. What does one DO in a situation like that? Samantha, a girl I work with told me I should have said, "Can I help you?" But, I'm going to be honest with you guys, I'm kind of scared of strangers. Especially ones that stare and follow. I didn't want to cause a scene. I didn't know if she wanted me to acknowledge her or if she wanted me to buy her something or if she just wanted to stare at me and creep me out. (Successful.) I didn't want to leave the store without getting some food so, I spent about 10 more minutes in there, paid for my diet coke and peppered beef jerky while she watched, and then headed out to my car. The girl followed me to the door where she stood holding the door open and watched me get into my car and buckle my seat belt. I locked my doors and finally looked up at her and smiled hoping that maybe all she wanted was to be acknowledged and that she didn't want me to give her my food or money or worse, a ride. She then smiled back at me and went back inside the store.

What is the meaning of this? I have no idea what that girl was trying to do... She didn't seem like a hoodlum or homeless. She seemed quite shy yet she had the balls to follow me for about 10 minutes. I didn't think she would do anything to me while I was inside Maverik because there were about 7 other people who would be able to defend me in case this girl decided to attack. I knew there would be witnesses to attest in my favor. I should have taken a picture of this girl because she was intense. She didn't just stare and look at me up and down like someone who wanted my clothes or something. She stared at me like she wanted my life. To KILL. CREEEEEEPY.

review: rango.

Kirk and I went to see Rango last night and I quite enjoyed it.

I'm a sucker for animated films. Sue me.

It was witty, funny and cute... and weird. Which is good because I like weird.

I don't know of any children that would enjoy it because the graphics are a little too real and no bright colors. Seriously, that can make or break a children's movie. I wouldn't see it if I were younger than 18.

BUT, the graphics were A-MAZING.

Johnny Depp is awesome.

Isla Fisher is originally British? and she is doing a southwestern accent... it's weird.

Anyway, Kirk and I had a great time except for the movie may have been a little too drawn out.

We spent $12 on treats... (which only buys you 3 things FYI.) What's wrong with that? $3 small boxes of candy and $4 non-refillable diet coke, we were set for an hour.

But let me explain to you a few things that could ruin a movie theater experience but didn't because I had my $12 worth of movie theater snacks:

*Some boy on a first date DOUSED in cologne... bad cologne. Definitely smelled like someones creepy grandpa. And there were definitely no grandpas in that theater. I checked.

*When the lady behind you laughs too loud and too long during a semi-funny moment. (Like, it didn't even deserve a fake grunt.)

*When the couple next to you talk about "Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs" for about an hour during the movie. It wasn't even that great of a movie! They were probably on a first date and couldn't think of anything interesting to talk about.

*When someone sneaks in take-out food and it smells like something died. Between the cologne and nasty cheap take out, that theater smelled like a geriatric sumo wrestling match.

In summation, after watching the movie, I definitely wanted to go get some tacos and chips and salsa. It will probably do that to you too.

Next time, next time.

GROSS!

If you know me... then you know that I don't do the whole vomit thing

I don't do it at all.

I whimper and cry when I even hear about it.

I close my eyes and plug my ears when I throw up.

I am such a baby.

I run in the opposite direction. I will not hold your hair, I will not rub your back, I will leave your house... and probably not return for 3 weeks. Until I know for SURE I won't smell it.

One time, a little girl I used to nanny threw up all over me in the car and I started to cry and her parents were like, what the heck is wrong with this girl. Up until that point, they thought that nothing phased me. They discovered my weakness. And it was mortifying.

It's unhealthy the fear I have of vomit.

So you could imagine my anxiety levels last night whilst at work, a woman told me,

"Uh, that little girl threw up right there."

GRRRREEEEEAAAAAAT.

First of all, we are not trained on this and I have NEVER cleaned throw up before.

When I asked for assistance from my fellow co-workers they ran in the opposite direction telling me they can't even be in the room and started to hyperventilate.

Oh, I must mention they were both MARRIED. This is important because they are much closer to having kids than I am, and thus this proves they are not ready... and I am.

Oh, that's not logical? Shoot.

What? Why am I the one that has to clean this up? As I fought back the tears, a VERY kind soul said he would help me clean up the vomit.

An angel from heaven.

As I stood there with a trash bag and held my breath, the man put bags over his hands and cleaned purely out of the goodness of his heart.

I fought back the urge to gag because if I did, I KNEW I would throw up and that wouldn't be good for business.

I kept thanking the man profusely and praised him for his strength and kindness and his response was,

"Well, I have kids and if this happened to my wife, I would hope someone would help them clean it up too."

Best part is that the man got a free item to paint and free studio time. That's what you get when you clean up someone else's kid's vomit. You get free stuff.

I learned a valuable lesson yesterday:

People surprise you and it's awesome.

And, I won't die if I see and smell and watch someone clean up throw-up. I really am proud of myself. For not crying. How embarrassing would that be?

So I guess that means I'm ready for babies.

Everywhere.

*Yes, I did just openly admit to desperately wanting children. No, I am not really pregnant.