nothing unusual nothing strange

paris, london preview

2010-09-06T08:26:00.000-07:00

so we went to paris and london this summer, and it was amazing, i loved it! i kind of want to live there. jordan and madie have most of the good pics from the adventure, so i will get them from them and upload those later but for now.....

my favorite was this:

Marie Antoinette's Hameau behind Versailles...

we all decided to build a hansen family community that looks just like this and live there, i think it is a pretty awesome idea

Thanks Dad and Mom

We love you!

summertime and the livin's easy

2010-07-24T21:59:00.000-07:00

oh what do i do in the summertime when all my time is free? the following...all are little things that will pale in comparison with what is to come in 5 days (PARIS and LONDON) so, i thought i should blog about them now.

floral design class (my "T" shape arrangement)

jordan's birthday present...a triptych i am still working on

bow stuff (one of my favorite flowers we made)

decided to make thank-you cards, they are made out of some vintage flour cloths i found at, lucketts, my mecca

gave merry a monogrammed manicure (after i told her i couldn't paint birds and butterflies she suggested her name)...she loved it so much she called me the other day and our conversation was the following

merry: "koobs, i am calling because well, i don't know how to tell you this, i don't want to offended you......but............?

me: "it is ok mer, you can tell me, what's up?"

merry: "well, my nail polish is coming off, and so i think i have to take it off, i am so sorry"

me: "mer, its ok, really, i don't mind we can give you another one later."

merry: "no, but really really i am so sorry"

(this went on for a while)

merry: "so, ok i will take it off, but do you think khaki madison, my stage name will fit for next time?"

me: "uh i think it is too long but maybe we can try it..."

merry: "yeah yeah, i just thought it would be a good idea, so yeah yeah, just think about it, and i will talk to you tomorrow."

not pictured: mostly i just watch valentine dance to justin bieber, its the best (but everytime i try to record it i am thwarted by distracting balloons, computer mice, baby dolls and sometimes the camera shimself).

btw: when i typed this blog's title sublime was stuck in my head, not ella fitzgerald which i think changes the mood of the post, ijs.

otra boda..

2010-06-01T14:22:00.000-07:00

here are some pictures from a small reception i did...sadly it was a pre-reception and the couple ended up not getting married...the flowers were still pretty though.

on a separate note...

get ready (for anyone who still checks my seldom updated blog) for an awesome blog about all the funny things from kindergarten, i am trying to compile a list of awesome sayings....it should be pretty great.

facebook to the rescue

2010-04-25T07:23:00.001-07:00

so. back in january i did some flowers for a wedding (with lots of help from mom, madie and page) being the first time i really did this, i was sad when i forgot to do something kind of important--TAKE PICTURES. I have always been pretty bad at capturing my life with the camera, and have, also, always lamented this vice. Modern day trends, however, have come to my rescue and facebook has provided me with a second chance at a flower portfolio, and (drum roll please) i now present some long awaited pictures...

note: sorry they aren't the best quality...i promise next time to document better my work.

death by asphyxiation and i-phone misplacement

2010-04-05T19:41:00.000-07:00

as children we would always ask my mom, "do you know where {insert toy of choice, or if you were me, current biography of an artist} is?" her reply was usually, "i don't know, where did you leave it?" she was always right, we just didn't always remember where we left our stuff.

one would assume, and rightly so, that as we have gotten older we would be more adept at finding our things, but as of late we have started searching aimlessly for our books, shoes, cell phones, or what have you again. we have returned to asking our mom, "do you know where, {insert toy of choice, i-phone for me} is?" her new reply is "i don't know, have you checked the refrigerator?" she, now, is usually right, we just don't usually remember that valentine has a love for placing any and all items in the little baby-v sized fridge in the kitchen's island. today when i looked over she was even trying to fit inside it herself, i laughed of course but am grateful she can't actually fit inside and instead opted to asphyxiate her baby doll and am grateful that there is a glass door so that as i walked by i could see the baby doll laying there with (for those of you concerned that valentine has err creepy-ish tendencies by freezing baby dolls) her pacifier and water bottle for comfort.

"dominic get down from there"

2009-11-24T13:18:00.000-08:00

my fair baby is up...well the website is up anyway, we have yet to post all of our products and a shopping cart but that is soon to come....click on our button to see the cute website.

on other news, i love my job. kindergarten is seriously the best. in my class there are four kids with special needs and the afternoon when they are all ours is the best time of day. for instance while counting with caroline i say, "caroline can you color in the number you just counted?" her reply was, "you bet babe." something about that line coming from the smallest 5 year old ever is so endearing. or shun. our little autistic japanese boy who is perhaps the craziest, wiggleyist, all over the place kid. his parents told us they were going on vacation...to the grand canyon. of all the places in the world i would never take him, that and niagra falls are tied for number one. we are all joking that we hope his parents are using a baby sling to prevent tragedy (but seriously i hope they are)...today in class jake asked me where shun was and i said, "he and his family went to the grand canyon." jake perked up and exclaimed, "that's my FAVORITE canyon" tiff and i laughed for a good fifteen minutes wondering what other canyons he had been to... it was awesome. and sums up my awesome job.
also, at work i sometimes want to quote kindergarten cop...

My Fair Baby

2009-10-24T17:55:00.000-07:00

madie and i are starting a boutique...this is our muse

r and r

2009-06-11T20:22:00.001-07:00

yesterday page said, "you never update your blog." i said, "um, you still check it?" when the answer was an adamant yes, i decided to come out of my blog hibernation, also, i am bored. being that i am bored, this might end up being a boring post. but, i have been thinking about something lately and will now divulge it, to...well, page-since she may be the only one still checking to see updates.

the other day at work, my fellow pca (we can call him brian), was smoking outside while i was working my guts out trying to get the girls to behave and clean and cook all at the same time. i looked at him with utter jealousy. each long drag i imagined myself sitting there, not smoking, but sweetly breathing in the fresh air, thinking of nothing at all (except for maybe a hope of getting a teensy bit of color). normally when i see someone smoking my thoughts immediately lament the shortened life of the individual, but now when brian says for the fourth time of the day, "i am taking a smoking break," i watch him with green anxious eyes, contriving ways to get the same- well- similar break.

i think i am going to pitch, "me time" and say that i am addicted to myself, and that i just really need to clear my mind. i think it might work, if i maybe show my high school notes that are full of annotations that say "i love me" and "i am sooooo awesome" they would see my illness and let me sit outside for five minutes by myself. wow, that sounds so lovely, i think i am definitely going to say it tomorrow. if the mom can say, "leave the house, i need r and r and a nap away from my daughters," then i can say "i am taking a five minute me break."

page- i promise my next blog will be much better

(disclaimer: i really am not so self involved, i did write things like that in my notebooks, but, i am awesome, i mean, i am joking. i just would like equality-brian gets five minutes for smoking and i get five minutes for me or maybe for jane austen...either one, hmmm, i could perhaps claim an addiction to reading(my fingers actually tapped my chin as i re-read that)).

stranger things have happened...

2009-02-26T22:42:00.000-08:00

this week i have been sick...my family is probably rolling their eyes at that statement, whispering slash muttering something along the lines of "what else is new", "like always", or "kirby should leave idaho" (that last one is something i am very highly considering)....back to the subject, since being sick i have been BORED, i mean i read and blog stalk and facebook refresh every couple of hours and last night i even....brace yourselves...looked up baby names for three hours even though that is eons away or perhaps never. i can't really leave the house because i cough too much and it is freezing cold in rexburg. despite the fact that i was hacking up my lungs (or my upper bronchials as my doctor corrected me) i tried going to work twice this week and they sent me home both times...

i found that i actually missed my work schedule which goes a like a this:

-arrive: greet jl, take off her coat and say hi to the other clients (one calls me and everyone else grandpa, i love my job)

-have a dance party with jl (unless everyone else is in our room: there are a very very select few people who i dazzle with my dance skills). our mutual favorite dance song is single ladies by beyonce, she laughs the whole time, and there isn't one profanity in the whole song, this is what i call improvement...

-play with blocks on the floor: i build towers, jl destroys them, i pretend to cry, she dies of laughter, i pretend to put her in time out, she throws a block at me (i have bruises, and as a result have fashioned a clever shield out of a pillow), she dies of laughter, and so the cycle continues

(the before lunchtime cycle is sometimes "community time", which in rexburg means walking around wal-mart, i am so glad i can make my own fun and that jl accepts my quirkiness and boredom as good material to cackle at)

-lunch time and changing time are what follows, i miss these times like i miss pneumonia...not at all....because of lunchtime i will never again eat a corn dog, which i guess isn't such a big loss, and i have become ocd-i wash my hands so often my knuckles are cracking a little

-jl sleeps and i doodle

a random page of doodles i found

i am usually uninspired at work, so it all looks kind of lame like this one

-jl goes home/i get a new client: i get to work with a kid, or a downs girl who reminds me of merry. she says "one" with her finger up, waters her face and exclaims "oh yeah rigght" all the time, loves gummi worms/bears, and gives good hugs (not nearly as good as merry's)-they would be bffs i think. today one little girl and i danced to hannah montana and high school musical while i waited for my client to be out of therapy, she is so cute, it was so much fun, i think i will miss it when i come home.

v-day = feeling sentimental but not about boys....

2009-02-15T17:38:00.000-08:00

one day in the dominican republic while sitting on what felt more like a roller coaster than a guagua (bus) i said to hermana delgado, "guaguas and the stench that is the d.r. are two things i will definitely not miss." i was wrong. last night i was trying to imagine the smell and i couldn't, despite my greatest efforts the smell wouldn't return--i would give almost anything to have it back. i think at the time i thought i was so right: sweat, dead pig and pollution create a mixture that stings the eye, and dominican buses can be better compared with a can of sardines than american transit...i had legitimately had enough. today, however, they are both glorious and sadly far away and i take back what i said.

i hate it when i am wrong (it doesn't happen very often, por suerte).

i think we should plan a trip to the best island ever...

most people would think that this guagua was full, but i guarantee that it collected at least 10 more people before anyone else got off (i want to go for a ride)

shoe dilemma

2009-02-02T23:08:00.000-08:00

i want to wear something other than uggs but can't for the following reasons

vans: cold penetrates them faster than you can imagine

converse: i would fall in point 2 seconds

flats: a little bit of snow seeps in

rainbows: a lot of snow seeps in

heels: bahahaha

i am starting to hate uggs, today i looked at them with a strange stare. one that said thank-you for keeping my feet warm, while still loathing them for being such an ugly necessity...

my new found dislike for uggs has made me miss the mission (even more than i already did) when i wore chacos everyday basking in the humid heat, seeing palm trees everywhere and speaking in spanish with the most awesome people ever.

on a bright note, my girl at work loves me. she thinks i am hilarious. today i was so bored that i started to sing the star wars theme song with her name as the lyrics, she laughed for ten minutes. then she also laughed when i read her a story about a magical needle in a child's voice. it was great. (i show her pictures to see if she likes art, she responds really well to the primary colors, i think i will make her something) then another person said "poop" and she roared with laughter, i must admit that i laughed really hard at her reaction (progress takes time...)

playing catch up

2009-01-28T00:08:00.000-08:00

one of my many many goals for this year is to read a book every week. so far i have kept this goal. (i won't bore you with more harry potter, but he did take up the first two weeks)

ender's game

by orson scott

card

i decided to read it because madie loves it and it is where she got the name valentine (well one of the books anyways).... i couldn't put it down, a book that was to last the entire week instead took me a two days. the only thing that was hard for me was sometimes imagining a child going through all that ender goes through, and there were times when he was more like a little man in my mind than a child. i would definitely recommend ender's game to everyone.

confessions of a shopaholic, shopaholic takes manhattan and half of the third one

by sofie kinsella

i remembered that page loved these books so when i was at barnes and noble and it was sitting in the impulse buy section i thought why not. i really enjoyed it. it was a breezy read, i read the first book in a day and ran all around rexburg to find the second book, of all the places i went the unlikely k-mart which i had previously detested came through and about three hours later i was without the third book to keep my attention. no where in idaho has the third book, so lame, so lame. i read half of it while i was at the library with one of my kids from work, i am hoping tomorrow we go back and i can sneak in another couple of chapters. i will say that sometimes when she rambles on about prices and clothes i get a little bored, i never thought that would be something that would bore me but it does a little bit. any girl would enjoy these books i think, any boy would, i think, want to burn the book.

coming soon..art of the month, woohoo...

the longest post ever, my apologies, but do read on...

2009-01-27T16:50:00.000-08:00

sometimes i think: "things like this only happen to me" that may sound self involved, but seriously some weird and perhaps utterly bizarre things have happened to me in my lifetime--falling in a manhole in the dominican republic, falling down the stairs of the louvre, getting pneumonia while in one of the hottest places on earth...etc. recently, i have had a few situations that i now add to the ranks of the totally kooky...

i am not sure whether or not some of you know this or not, but apparently i am really hot to those of the male sex who are above the age of 75 (if i have to wait until i am that age to get married i might cry). i applied the rule of three to this phenomena and now it is in the theory stage.

the first time was at a starbucks in utah. andrew, carly and i went in to get hot chocolates trying to bide the time until our mission reunion which we refused to be on time for. i notice an old man walk in (he was also maybe homeless) and think "poor old man." then i sit down next to andrew and we all start talking until andrew informs me that the old man was creepily staring at me, while andrew stifled laughter i fought back tears when i looked up and he winked at me and smiled his near toothless smile. (we made it out of there in record time).

fast forward to a different state and a different starbucks: carly, allison and i were in line waiting to get hot chocolates to help aid our freezing bodies (today is -18 in rexburg, sick i know) when i notice that the old man in front of us is no longer facing the cashier but rather is facing us staring at carly and i. i could sense his eyes shifting as though he were thinking of something intelligent to say to us young females. i think allison sensed it too because the dork turned and left me and carly alone. of all the clever lines that i am sure went through that poor 76 year old's mind he went with "i am thinking of raising gas to $4.59 a gallon" as an ice-breaker (i doubt in all sincerity that he has any power over the price of gas). in an attempt to not be rude i go for sarcasm so that if i were to laugh it would be justified by my own wit and not the poor guy. "oh well i wish it were more like $20." yes, that is what i said, sad to say. carly laughed nervously as the guy stared blankly at me, a stare which eerily continued until carly made the joke better by saying "funny kirby, so how do you like this mug?"...then thank goodness it was the man's turn to order and we were able to evade further stares and conversation.

for two days i begrudgingly swore off all starbucks until the end of time or the age of 75 which ever came first, but then it happened again in a completely different location: walmart. i was pushing a cart walking through walmart with carly by my side. after glancing at the books and magazines we continued down the aisle until an old man (perhaps the oldest of the three cases) stopped the cart. with his arms wide open as though he were about to hug me he exclaimed "I HAVE FOUND WHAT I WAS LOOKING FOR, no need to shop any further" oh geez. i gave a nervous/awkward laugh and was able to hold in my "can you believe that just happened" laugh until we turned the corner and carly said "i am so offended, why didn't he say it to me too, he looked at me first and then i wasn't cute enough and he only said it to you?" (carly-again, there is nothing to be offended by, he was perhaps senile and definitely blind if he really did look at you first)

onto the next weird moment... i have recently decided that i would like to be a teacher, i want to teach art and special ed, maybe a conglomeration of the two. so i am working at a developmental disabilities agency to see if i have what it takes. my first day, no first thirty seconds were absolutely nothing like i thought they would be, or for that matter like i feel like the should have been.

i walk in expecting to be trained in my new position, ohhohau contraire....

"kirby good to meet you, we are too busy to train you, but **** is really easy to work with, just cuss at her and be mean to her." after shoving my eyes back in their sockets i said "umm what?" "follow me and you can meet her and i will show you" "uhh, alright??" i replied, very nervous at what i was to encounter around the corner. "hey butthead, this is kirby, you're such a punk, she is going to work with you today loser." aghast, i think "what in the world have i gotten myself into/only would this happen to me." there is just no way, i mean no way that i can be mean to her. i just cannot physically make myself be mean to a person on purpose, especially a person who is like a 3o year old infant. she is so cute when she laughs but it is mostly at swear words and comments like "you suck" (which all come from other people). i can tell that everyone else thinks i am a weirdo for not giving in and saying the f word just so she will laugh. but, i have gotten her to laugh at me when i act like a fool (which sadly i think the other staff think that i am an idiot) and yesterday i read her a story about a giant and amethysts and she laughed harder than when i played her "womanizer" by bs, i think we are making progress. now, if only the rest of the people would stop kicking her bum and calling her names i think her morbid sense of humor would switch. sidenote: i have yet to be trained other than the good "be a jerk/swear a lot" tip.

Sugar/Suga Mama

2009-01-02T15:02:00.000-08:00

so, when funny things happen i just cannot stop laughing. i mean i try, but occasionally it is very necessary for me to leave the room because i simply cannot control myself. recently two such occasions have arisen:

1. on sunday i was sitting in church with my mom and page. i had the hymn book still open on my lap and was listening intently to the speaker (taylor)...i heard something smack the hymnal and hesitantly looked down and saw the biggest fly i have ever seen. i shook the book hoping it would act like a normal fly and fly away. it wouldn't budge, i moved it to the left but felt really badly at shewing it towards page, so i went to the right but was met with the same dilemma because stephanie was on that side of me...split decision: put the book open in the book holder. i was trying hard not to snicker at my predicament when out of my peripheral i saw my mother dying of laughter. oh geez. i lost it...i did not want to leave because it was taylor who was speaking so i gave it my all and composed myself until i noticed mom was still laughing...after snorting...embarrassing...i started a deep breathing technique which worked and which would have come in handy a week previous when...

2. the sunday before this happened. my dad was having a christmas fireside for the youth and i was in my usual hiding place (my parents room) with the rest of my siblings past the age of 18 and valentine, until i felt i should go and help my mom with the treats. i went downstairs and was helping my mom when nelson stopped to talk to me. nelson is a boy in the ward that has special needs and we have been like bff ever since i subbed for his class at the highschool and he found out that the "morbidly obese" napoleon was my family's dog. he started to talk as usual about how he would like to train napoleon so that his heart wouldn't fail (he loves dogs) and i was saying this is a great idea. then he sees my little brother micah and the conversation proceeded as follows"

nelson: micah you remind me of a younger version of frodo from Lord of the Rings (we all chuckle a little)

tina: who do i remind you of nelson?

nelson: judy garland (our laughter increases)

tina: oh really and what about bishop hansen?

nelson: bill gates (recieved by quizzzical looks and more laughter)

tina: uhuh and what about kasi (my mom)?

nelson: (without any hesitancy) sugar mama

OH MY WORD...we were laughing so hard, i started

to walk out of the room knowing that i would not be able to stop laughing while in the room when nelson explained that sugar mama was the grandma from the disney program the proud family..man o man...luckily i thought of a b-rilliant plan to leave the room and compose myself while helping some people out. so, i laughed all the way to the office where i printed off a picture of sugar mama for all those who were unenlightened to the quirky looks of sugar mama. for the record: my cute beautiful mom looks nothing like sugar mama, who now that i think if it might actually be called suga mama.

i should go to bed.....

2008-12-22T21:21:00.000-08:00

of all the things i am excited for now that i am a college graduate, reading books for pleasure is by far the number one. i will now finish the things they carried and the age of innocence, i started both this semester and sadly had not the time to make it past page 20 in either book. the only thing i read was harry potter. this, to some, may seem like a sad, sad confession, but to me harry potter is like candy for the brain. a little treat for getting my homework done, a little relief from the stress of the day. i normally would think, i will read only one chapter before bed as a small reward for a day well done, four chapters later i would have to physically force myself to put the book down and go to bed...all dorkiness aside i do think harry helped keep me sane in this crazy full semester (which hallelujah is over).

speaking of harry:

movies never live up to their books. i found this travesty out after reading jurassic park. the movie was so awesome that even though i was 8 i decided to read the book. it was sooo much better, i still have nightmares from that book, and still suffer the consequences of realizing books are so much better, and yet i sometimes hope for a movie that will meet my expectations, but have mostly, due to much disappointment, decided to completely divorce the book from the movie. this way i can love the book and the movie as separate entities. for instance, persuasion, i love both (of course i love the book more but i still love the movie).

i think i was thinking about this all because on saturday taylor and i went to a concert at a pizza bar in d.c. and the cute drummer looked like my harry potter, not daniel radcliffe or harry's illustrator's version of him, but the person i would cast were i to be the casting director of the films. i kept looking at him thinking, he looks so familiar, when i realized who he was i told taylor, who said "yeah but he is too tall to be my harry" maybe this is why books are always better, because no matter what you can't make a movie that is like the author's words and the minds of every oeuvre of the book. whoa, that took a little bit of a philosophical? turn, i did not mean for that to happen...i am just rambling and tired.

2008-12-09T23:17:00.001-08:00

today i was walking along campus thinking "i am going to blog about all the things i take issue with; like the weather, finals week being mixed with the last week of actual classes, uggs..." and just as i was thinking of more acrid things to say i noticed that the girl walking next to me was getting uncomfortably close, i braced myself, clutching harder my super cute bag (that i can't even look at right now because it weighs 30 lbs and is subsequently in time out), and started to speed up...then the girl spoke--now, i am not the typical byu-idahoer and don't talk to strangers on campus, but i stopped to see what she had to say. she stops and says, "i just have to say that you are like realllllly pretty, i mean you are beautiful." what a nice, cute girl...i am glad i stopped, it made me feel really good, especially since i didn't really get ready today (although this story would have been a lot cooler if it had been a guy, maybe only girls think i am pretty though). and i am glad i had something better to blog about than the bitter ranting of a horrible procrastinator.

word to the wise, should anyone give you the book "ART in Theory" just say no. it is awful (with a few exceptions like picasso), i have been reading it all day and still have 150 pages to go...boo

one more thing...i can't wait to see mi familia, i miss you all and love you

hago lo que quiero hacer

2008-11-19T23:06:00.000-08:00

life is so much more enjoyable when we act like children...laugh if you will, but it is true. for example, i had to go to the doctor because i have been sick for a week...now normally when they tell me i have to use the nebulizer i think "oh great," however, in an effort to smile about everything i grinned and bore it until i realized that real fun could actually be had, as i thought to myself that nebulizers are kind of like peace pipes. with this realization in the forefront of my mind i proceeded to try and make smoke rings with the steam. while my efforts for the perfect ring shape were fruitless i did make some pretty cool designs and passed the twenty minutes alone in the scary doctor's office quite "peaceably"...i love being a kid (oh and while waiting i watched pollyanna, and then later willow)....kids have fun

pretty much son iguales

all you need is love.....

2008-11-18T23:25:00.000-08:00

truth: all girls think about their wedding. the ones that say they don't are lying to save face. it is a magical day with a magical outcome...i mean what's not to love.

i love weddings. i have decided that my life's purpose is to plan other people's weddings seeing as how my wedding is no where in the foreseeable future. (i will have a future blog on my other career goal...teaching art classes with merry to special needs adults)...

my roommate jessi is getting married and i get to help with the details. today this is what i did.

her hair and make-up

her bouquet

(her bridal photo shoot was today)

threw her a shower with my other roommates...........today was amaaazing

i miss....

2008-11-18T22:20:00.000-08:00

the d.r.

mommy m and baby v

2008-11-18T21:44:00.001-08:00

i'm so jealous for so many reasons.....they look perfect together

i never posted anything about visiting madie, drew and valentine. so here we go.

i should just say that it was one of my favorite times ever. valentine is so pretty. i think the entire weekend i repeated the sentence "she's just so pretty" mil veces (1000 times)....and that might be an understatement. baby v is not only "so pretty" but has the cutest nose and cutest ear....i'm not weird i am just stating the facts about my awesome niece. madison is the ideal mom, when you see valentine lay on her its a perfect fit. v loves her mom and dad. i am excited to see that she is getting bigger. when i was there she did not fit into any dresses...fear not, last night madison told me that she was wearing a dress. yay...this is great news for christmas because now we can have a baby fashion show...i mean umm...wait no...that is exactly what i mean.

when she sleeps she does the most tender things with her hands

i love her

when i wasn't cuddling with valentine i was being

typical kirby and made this for v's room

Happy Alliween

2008-11-01T22:57:00.000-07:00

allison's door....yeah we did that

two high hippies, carly looked really good, her shirt was awesome

me with the bday girl at dinner.....

by posting this picture i am fully admitting to my dorkiness

the flapper and the nerd

so for halloween slash allison's birthday i did a few things that i normally don't do... and i should admit that i had a lot of fun being not me-ish...maybe i should be a flower child more often. i started the day going to math. not too big of a deal, but i actually listened and took notes...downside, my brain hurt, but on the brightside i figured out that my math jargon is, well, pretty much amazing, and so i might be able to pretend that i know what i am doing. then i came home and serenaded allison with carly at her door that carly and i decorated, which was awesome for allison i am sure...i mean i do have a good voice...(sike). whoa, i just put the word sike on my blog. awesome. then i had carly curl my hair, and i looked more like shirley temple than a hippie, but went to the library (i know right, not like me either, although i have been much better about this) anyways...and a swim meet (i normally don't leave the house looking loopy i promise). this was also a plus because at the swim meet my hair fell out a little and ended up looking pretty awesome. after that it was birthday dinner time...i think our waiter hated us...nope, wait, him did hate us. nonetheless applebee's plus dumb waiter did not thwart our alliween spirits and we went home to get dressed up. i made a flower wreath (i wondered if i was taking it too far, but i do what i want) and then got dressed. i thought i looked like a hippie but someone told me he thought i was a greek goddess....sooooo i hope that his case was a singular one..unless he meant i looked like aphrodite then i would be totally fine with it and call it a compliment. this is getting boring so i will wrap it up. we then went to a dance party and yes, yes i actually danced, even though i detest dancing i did it. we danced in a very crowed stairwell, in the rain and then at my friend andrew/drew/sturgess's apartment. i felt like alliween was a success, mostly because i got to wear a wreath. and make a wreath.

allison/flapper, kirby/flower child, carly/hippie, stephanie/80's girl

valentine

2008-10-16T15:06:00.000-07:00

Confession: i maybe have a minor liking for facebook statuses.

my facebook status of late has been about cute baby valentine....as my dear madie was getting uncomfortable, madie and i would be on the phone saying funny things to her, and so on facebook i would write little things like "valentine please hurry we love you," hoping that she would somehow magically get the message while in vegas and while inside madison....

i fear i may have misled a few people

for example...one of my friends did not know what in the world i was talking about and said he just thought i was going to adopt a dog...(hold on still laughing)...

so, i just wanted to say how happy i am that i get this darling valentine in my life

and not this..ummm.. cute valentine...

i can see the future

2008-10-13T16:16:00.000-07:00

today in class i played MASH.....

for those who don't remember this game (sad) it is awesome

basically it tells you the future:

i will have 10 kids (yes!!)

and 27 pets (for those that know me...this might sound extremely

unlikely but i don't see any way out of it now...tear)

be a backup dancer to britney spears until i die

die at the age of 98 due to arsenic poisoning

i'm almost jealous of future me.

2008-10-11T08:30:00.000-07:00

(this is one of my favorite prints, it isn't finished but i like this one because i printed it in blue)

so i was bored and realized that there were a few things i neglected to mention in my earlier list:

-watching arrested development and the office

-finding new music to listen to, right now i think denison witmer is a babe

-designing new prints and clothes...pretty much wishing i could be on project runway

well now i feel silly and will stop but yeah i am going to go take care of the godzilla monster cold sore that is taking over my face.

PS. this is the happiest valentine's day ever, all be it in october.

Madie and Drew congrats, you are going to be the best parents. i had a dream about it this morning and i am so happy slash excited and maybe i cried a little. i love you

Valentine...i can't wait to hold you and see how beautiful you are.

this is just the best day ever

School Shmool

2008-10-07T13:28:00.000-07:00

so... i am not sure what it is about school that makes me so antsy but... i cannot concentrate. i mean it might be the fact that i am suffering severely from senioritis, or perhaps it is the fact that i feel extremely old (funny story about my age will follow)to be here. whatever it may be i am a loser of a student right now. to illustrate the loserness of my student status at present i have compiled a list of all the ways i have procrastinated or forgotten school altogether:

-watching my roommate's seasons of friends (i have a minor crush on chandler)

-facebook

-other internet findings (postsecret tops this list)

-reading my horoscope

-harry potter and the things they carried are the books that are currently taking me away from school

-cutting my hair and finding cute new ways to wear it

-exercise (this may be more worthy than the rest)

-drawing in class instead of listening (maybe i will scan some of my note/artwork)

-making really artsy to-do lists that seemingly get bigger each day and rarely get any check marks, occasionally i will put eat, and exercise and scripture study so that i get to check something off

-and now this blog

isn't life great....just kidding. i am determined to get better. i want to keep my straight a's which lets face it i won't because i am in math (my arch-nemesis), but it won't be for lack of trying, maybe my list next week will consist of:

-library... check

-no life... check check

funny age story:

so, the first day of school i am waiting for my math class to start (see above for my opinion on math), and this young boy comes and starts talking to me. being that i don't often have boys flirt with me it took me a while to understand that he was actually flirting. in my head i was thinking, "he's 18 and i am 25..." over and over, but none the less it was funny so i went with it. finally, dave (we will call him that because i don't remember his real name) asks me if i am a first semester freshman, "HA, ummm no, i am a last semester senior," was my humored response. i could tell that little dave was a tad-bit weary at this point but kept talking to the older woman anyways. then he looks at me a little quizzically and asks, "why are you in this class?" ugh...ugh. i tell him it is because they have a dumb little rule at byu-i that if you test out of a class that test becomes void when you defer, even if that deferment is for a mission. "ohhhh, so you went on a misssssionnnn?" "yes" "thats cool i guess, sooooo how old ARE you?" "i'm 25" i regrettably and hesitantly replied. i am not sure if i later laughed more at his bulging eyes or the twitching in his legs as he so obviously wanted to flirt no longer and run. which he did... maybe not literally, but he did slowly turn without another word and started talking to someone who i am very sure is his own age... why people think i am so young i will never know, and why they also think that 25=leprosy i will also never know.