Writing Our Story {One Day at a Time}

4.12.2012

awkward and awesome thursday

Awkward

Men who try on dresses at DI...and then purchase them. Excuse me while I stare.

Wind + Hair. One day I'm going to shave it off.

Having a hole cut out of your shirt (on accident, don't worry) in the most awkward and inappropriate place possible. Thank you, Whitney ;)

Walking into a motorcycle shop with a huge yellow Easter basket filled with chocolate bunnies and jelly beans. Would you macho men like this cutesy basket??

Getting your hair caught in a door as you're walking through, carrying a bunch of boxes, and suddenly not being able to go any further and screaming, "My hair is stuck! My hair is stuck!" Thank goodness for the complete stranger of a gentleman behind me, who so graciously helped get me unstuck. Thanks for gently maneuvering my hair out of that blasted door. It's not going to bite you, I promise.

Awesome

St. George thrift stores.

Vaseline. I like to call it my Vaseline routine. Soft lips = necessary.

Chuck-a-rama. Mashed potatoes and monkey bread. YUM.

Celeste and I belching (yes, out loud) (yes, we're ladylike) at the same exact moment. Sometimes our same brain-wave-ness amazes me.

Today. TODAY. TODAY!!! What?!

Social work test that took 4 minutes and 2 seconds to complete. Thanks, teach, for giving us who actually go to class the answers. Score!

General Conference. Precious, precious gems.

Cookies on Mill. Addicted.

Officially having 100 pairs of shoes. Yes, folks, it happened. And now on to breaking 200...

3.29.2012

awkward and awesome thursday

Awkward

That nice spider who was bravely attempting to land its’ pretty little self on my shoulder while I was applying mascara. I do not think so buddy! Excuse me while I run out of the bathroom and get my BFF Celeste to smash your booty straight up.

Walking into a bathroom, seeing that all stalls are being used except one. Seize opportunity. Awkwardly do my thing in dead silence. Hello?! There are four other people in this bathroom! There should be more noise than me folks!

The caravan of college boys that kept catching up with us on the way to Utah. Taken.

Pretending we are British, talking with fake accents, using British vocab, the uge*, and then someone I haven’t seen in YEARS run up to me (remember, we’re in Disneyland folks), screaming my name. How do you have a conversation with this individual with your fake British accent? A. They know full well you are not the Brit you claim to be. B. There’s a good chance said accent will be commented on, thereby giving away your true identity to all standerbys who have obviously been eavesdropping because they caught an earful of accent and suddenly thought we were the coolest things ever. Cover blown.

Awesome

Avoiding the 90 line for Hollywood Tower of Terror (aka my favorite ride) thanks to our fast passes. Best idea I had all day.

Disneyland food. Pretty sure I gained ten pounds from the Disneyland diet. Worth every bite.

Walking into my room and finding my bed made. Best. Roommate. Ever.

Thrift stores in St. George. Amazing.

The DI in freaking Vegas. That place is huge. My kind of heaven.

Draw Something. Drawesome.