When I grow Up I want to be...

It’s recorded in a time capsule in Santa Ana, Ca. that in 1st grade I stated I would be a famous singer when I grew up. Now if you have checked out my attempt at following in Mariah Carey’s footsteps at the Karaoke bar last year, you know that dream has long since faded.
There was a time when I aspired to be featured in a Bone Thug’s N Harmony video...hence Bella Bone above! And there was even a time when I wanted to join the Marines. Can you believe that one? I went to the registry place to check it out and even switched my cell phone cover to a camouflage decor! I thought I could be like G.I. Jane or something? Wanna know what eliminated that dream? Realizing that no one would kill the spiders for me, and I was sure I would run across many throughout my enlistment. (That same reason should have killed my desire to live in my own place...that’s gotta be the worst part about living alone)
My goals and desires have changed and been added to, throughout my life. But I have come to an interesting conclusion having turned 27. I decided I didn’t want another year to pass me by and just be able to say that I worked really hard and made some more money. So I’ve decided that my career in the mortgage industry will only be a half time sort of thing to keep me afloat. Not to worry, I can still do your loans for you.
I’ve decided that my other part time job will be that of becoming an author! What an undertaking right?! I agree, and what fun I’m having at it. Now don’t go editing and critiquing my silly little blogs now that I’ve mentioned I hope to develop some talent in the area. I’m very aware that I’m no professional and if the time comes to actually attempt to do something with what I write - I’ll seek the help of the pro’s. But I’m super excited and each day that I dedicate to writing I become a little more focussed on where I want to go with it all.
The best part about it is that it’s fun. I’ve always wanted to write a book about My Mammie My Hero (my mom), but feel that might be too big an undertaking for the time being. And I’ve always wanted to write a book about my family...my Loyal Royalties - but 12 siblings is too much right now too! So I’m thinking I’ll head the route of writing about what I know all too well. Being a girl and just growing up. Sounds boring? Maybe it will be - and maybe you’ll never get to read it! And maybe I won’t change your name when I tell that embarrassing story you and I shared! We shall see....wish me luck!

Fisters...(fake sisters)

Just when I thought I was alone in the world, with no more sisters to call my own...I found my Fisters! Love at first sight I tell you.
Provo had it’s time and place for most of us and there comes the day when you just realize you gotta get out. (Well most of us come to that realization anyways...) That time came for Jessica Hobbins a few months ago. She moved back home to Ca. to join me in a pursuit of social sanity. We have yet to find it, so we traveled to the infamous “P-town” for a little taste of what we use to call home.
Her two little sisters Ally (aka: Alice) and Brianna (aka: Breazie) picked us up and the fun never stopped. I felt like I was once again a Freshman in the dorms with roommates, junk food, and endless laughter. We giggled about tiggles, coozied in cozies, and spoke like the English blokes!
I will apologize for all that were around us throughout the weekend for our loud, obnoxious, and quite natural behavior. I can’t wait to go back and get me some more!
We had a “spooktacular” time! Wether it was rocking out in a jam session with Greg...(who can’t make up a decent nick name for the life of him!), sending off yet another pair of newlyweds, or taking 50 million pictures because it’s hard to get one that everyone approves of...I can’t wait to do it again.
Fisters...Fister loves you. Thanks for letting me in. I have even grown to love (ok ok...I lie...it’s more like accepted) your gurgeley “it’s just air” but sounds like rising vomit, manly throat burps. Now you MInd the Gap and call me soon! Cheers :)

As Seen on TV

As if my first debut on national television during the O.J. Simpson trial wasn’t enough, I’ve gone and again made myself look the fool! Ahh well, I’m always about creating great memories.
So I was asked to be on a new game show where I could win a lot of money - I was anticipating riches. However I seemed to have forgotten that I am horrible when it comes to trivia and even worse at deciphering winning strategies. But it would be fun right?
Well after 2 entire days of being locked up in solitary confinement I was over finding any fun in waiting. It was just me, my ipod, and Sudoku (I wasn’t even able to complete an entire Sudoku puzzle without cheating) and a lot of time to kill. Well, eventually they called me and got me ready for stardom.
To make a really long story short and to the point basically I cussed, I fell out of my chair, and I lost. Actually, I really didn’t curse - but unless they edit on my behalf the entire viewing audience will think I did. I was saying, “SHIZ” repeatedly and habitually, and apparently over the mic it sounds a whole lot different. I told the host to please let America know that I was a good mormon girl and I don’t cuss. We’ll see....and I have now officially found cause to break that bad habit.
I did in fact fall off my chair in a bit of excitement and then moments later proceeded to accidently hit my own face. Again, if the editing is in my favor you will have never had known if it weren’t for my blog spilling the beans.
And yes, I lost...horribly so! I needed a partner to take charge and lead out our strategy. Instead they were trying to make me a love connection. But I will say that my partner John does in fact come off a lot more intelligent than I. However I tried to act the part as I eyed a few members of the audience in a plea for help. One poor guy kept trying to mouth to me the name of some Robin WIlliams film but for the life of me I couldn’t read his lips. During the break the producer asked me who I kept smiling at...I just told them some cute boy was flirting with me. Geez! Could I please think before I act?!?
All in all, I had a great time and was glad I wasn’t nervous and could be myself. The real test of truth will be when I watch it on t.v. and realize that me being myself is quite often embarrassing. I guess it’s a good thing I don’t have to watch myself be myself...but rather I get my amusement from watching you be yourself!