Flowers from Brazil

The other day at work, I called home to my dad and this was our conversation...
"Dad, can you throw a burger on for me?"
"Sure. Umm...did you order flowers?"
"Uh, no."
"Well there's some flowers here for ya I guess."
"Really!? Who are they from?"
"I have no idea...but they're here."
I come home and open a package with a gorgeous bouquet of roses from 1-800-Flowers.

Turns out they came from Brazil :)

Trip to Springville

Announcement: my sister Amy and I are now going into wedding cake business.
A few weeks ago, I went down to Springville to help her with a wedding cake for a girl in her ward. Turns out we are pretty dang good at it. At the wedding, she had multiple people ask her how much she charged for a cake. We have another cake planned for June. You can call me Cake Boss.
Also, that weekend happened to be the same weekend as the Festival of Colors in Spanish Fork. My friend Coleman came down to come with me, and we met my best friend Tory there with her boyfriend, Marcus. It was insanity. After showing my dad the pictures, he thought I went to Woodstock.

Minute to Win It

So I'm getting ready for school one morning...late as usual. I'm listening to K-Bull 93 and doing my hair just like every morning. They announce, "Minute to Win It tryouts are coming to Utah this Saturday! Call in now and we'll take the first 3 callers to win VIP tickets to the front of the line!" I think to myself...."That would be the coolest thing I've ever done by far, but I don't have time...I'll make both me and Catherine late. Meh. What the heck." and I called in. I was one of the first three and they told me to get a glass of water and then put me on hold. They put us all on the air, live, and told us we had to gargle the ABC's in one minute to get tickets. (P.S. I dare you to try this....it's harder than it sounds). So even though there was some dumb girl who didn't do it..."What are we doing? We're gargling? When do we start? What's going on?!?" we all won VIP tickets to the front of the line at tryouts. I took my personal cousin, Kate, with me. It was quite the adventure. Right as we parked, we start walking to the building and I realized I locked my keys in my car....great. So we both called our trusty dad's and decided to wait til we were done to worry about it. The tryouts took about 15 minutes and all we had to do was talk about ourselves for 30 seconds....since neither of us got call backs, we think they didn't really like us. But it was still one of the most random things I've ever done in my life and it was a blast.
P.S. Kate's dad came after and rescued us. Just in case you were wondering.

Typical Thursday...

Not for me.

So, today I was thinking. Weird, right? Anyway, I have liked a lot of guys in my lifetime...and somehow a lot of guys have liked me. Most of them have given me lots of good memories and good times to look back on, but there are a few that just make me so mad. Let me tell you a story, just for a good example.
This summer I went out with a friend of a friend, which may or may not have been on the 4th of July. I had a blast! He was so much fun and we had a great time together. So I went out with him again. When I told my mom about it, she said to me, "He just got back from his mission...he's looking for a wife." HA HA HA. Me, marriage? I thought it was hilarious how she would think for a second I would succumb to the white dress. I just wanted to have fun. So we dated for about 3 1/2 months and we had some good times! Then all the sudden he decides to break it off because I didn't want the relationship to move to marriage. Yikes. Dodged a bullet on that one. BUT then he has to be a butt about it and totally ignore me when I see him, delete/untag all pictures of us on Facebook, and be a total jerk to me about it after. That, my friends, just makes mad. Most people say you can't be "just friends" after a relationship, but I see it very possible. He could have been a very good friend, but he had to go and ruin it. Bummer.
I could share lots of similar stories, but I'll leave it at that. I could also tell endless stories of horrible dates, but what if someone reading knows about the date? So I'd just like to share part of the song, "Not for Me" by Marshall Crenshaw:

"Yeah I know what happened last time
And someday you'll wake up to find that
You've be waiting around for something
You'll never see
I don't have to wonder I know definitely
That it's just not for me
So I know what not to do
Cause I learned from you
I feel sorry for you
And I hope that someday I can thank you"

So that's what I want to do. Say thank you to every guy I have ever dated that has either treated me right or been a jerk. You've made me stronger and smarter and I know a little bit more about what to do next time around.

"If love was a plane, nobody'd get on."

"Hi Kelsey..it's Briggs. Call me. Umm...do you know the song that's umm...Mom, what's it called?! The song that if you were in Chicago and there was a plane...love...would you get on? K bye."

That was basically the best voicemail I've ever gotten in my life from my nephew, Briggs. I called him back and he was wondering if I had heard the song from Brad Paisley's "yellow" CD about getting on a plane for love. He said he wouldn't...but he had someone in mind if he ever did. He wouldn't tell me who it was though. Just thought I'd share how cute my nephew is.

BUT speaking of love.....my best friend is engaged! WHAT?! Time is flying by and crazy things are happening. I am so happy for Kira and Josh. They are SO cute together and Josh treats her exactly how she should be treated....I just can't believe my fellow TKC member is getting married! Good luck to them jumping on that plane :)

COLLEGE.

First three weeks down. First two weeks? Worst two weeks ever. I'm almost positive that every possible thing that could go wrong, went wrong.
It all started the second week of school....
August 30th: Remember how it was rainy that morning? I remember. I also remember how I woke up late, didn't have time to pack a lunch, and I was in a hurry to get to the FrontRunner station before it left at 7:24. I also remember being pulled over right before turning onto the Frontage Road after apparently speeding on Chase Lane going 45 in a 25 zone. Oh yeah, and I got a ticket. And cried to the cop saying I had to get to the train...but he had no sympathy. Later that month I had to go to court, pay $115, and plead something...I'm not sure what I was doing. But the ticket didn't go on my record. So since I missed the train, I had to drive to the U. I got about half way there, and the red pony showed up. Then right as I got off the 4th south exit, I thought about the art supplies that I forgot at my house. I recalled my teacher saying, "Don't bother coming to class if you don't have your supplies." So I drove home, watched a little Top Gun...calmed down. Then went to Smoochies, grabbed myself a strawberry lemonade and got on the FrontRunner. I made it on time to my math class. I got through the rest of that day semi-smoothly.
September 1st: Not so smooth. I missed the train again. So I drove to school. Didn't have a parking pass, so at the beginning of the day I parked in the Art building lot, got out of my 3 hour class, and saw a ticket on my car. Thankfully, it was just a warning. But I was stupid and decided to move my car to the Library parking? Where you have to pay? WHAT was I thinking? I didn't realize that they would only give me one warning for parking in the Art building lot all day...so I moved my car. About a week before this, I had just started my new job at Zions Bank. Since I was a newb, I had to attend a "mandatory orientation via conference call." This fabulous conference call just happened to be during my math class and half of my drawing class. Thinking I could go to about ten minutes of math, book it to the library, pull out my laptop and attend the call, I left my math stuff in my car since I would only be there ten minutes. As I sat there waiting for class to start, I looked at the instructions for the conference call and realized the call started an HOUR later than I thought it would. So I had to borrow some paper from a nice kid sitting next to me. After math, I book it to the library and whip out my laptop...make the call, and find out that my laptop isn't cool enough to do the "online slideshow" I had to follow along with. 20 minutes later, I'm on a library computer, watching a dumb slideshow and listening to a monotone voice on the phone...realizing everything they're talking about doesn't apply to my job. So I played solitare on my laptop. 2 hours later, the conference call is over and my phone is dead. I show up late to drawing, and end up having to make some stuff up later. After drawing, as I'm walking back to my car, I get a text from my brother, Jeff saying he wants his mini fridge back. GREAT. I thanked him for making my day worse than it already was, and then we quoted Cool Runnings for a few texts. Since I had two more classes after parking in the Marriot parking, by the time I was leaving I had been parked there for about 6 hours. As I'm pulling out, they tell me I owe $8. EIGHT DOLLARS?! So I pull out my wallet and I have about 16 cents. I give them my card...they give it back. It was declined. So they pull out their camera, take about 6 pictures of my car and give me a ticket that says I will, "promise to pay." Just to add onto this chaos, I was almost out of gas and starving. I finally made it out of there and rode home in silence (that isn't a usual thing...I'm never in my car without the radio on) because of how stressed out I had been all day. I may or may not have also broken down on my way home. That remains to be unknown. But I did make it home eventually...I sat down on the couch and watched a good flick. A few hours later I got a text saying, "You should probably look on your porch." So I went outside and there was one of my friends with an Oreo blizzard. He knew I had a record high bad day....but it was a fabulous blizzard.