Manila

Bryan, Jake, Shiloh, Colter, Sam
Katelin, Jacey, Ty, Me
Cody
(Missing Jerilyn)

So this past weekend a group of us took a trip down to M Town. I feel as if the town knows me now. We had a great weekend doing the normal Manila thing. We did get a grand entrance into town this time though. As soon as we pulled into town we stopped at the rodeo arena and jumped on the wagon with Ty and the rest of the boys and entered the arena to take care of the barrels.


On Saturday I got to ride in the water truck with Ty and water the arena and then we all went and jumped in the lake. I never seemed to have my camera there when we needed it. But it was a busy weekend. We never ate dinner before11, or went to bed before 2. Who knew M Town is such a happening place.
Oh and I got pulled over on the way home, and didn't get a ticket. Hooray for kind police men.

Homly Girl

So last night I threw my laundry in the dryer and raced over to Lee’s to pick up some apples, yogurt, and cereal. As I was wandering around, in my best apparel (I was doing laundry remember), looking at who even knows what I feel someone grab something from my basket. I was extremely tired and it took my a few seconds to register that my apples were gone. And by that time the thief was half way down the next aisle. It all happened so fast I didn’t know what to do. That is when I heard my cousin Whitney laughing right behind me. Brian and her were coming to get Popsicles and decided to prey upon the weak and homely looking in the supermarket. We chatted for a bit and then parted.

I then hurried back over to my apartment to grab a shirt out of the dryer that I needed to retrieve before it shrunk. Oakridge now has access keys you have to use to get into the clubhouse after hours. So as I was standing there holding my groceries, trying to swipe my card, and pull the door open before it locked again, looking homely, a nice man opened the door. It was just no ordinary man it was Cordell, (some may remember him from being my downstairs neighbor in my last apartment that wanted his roommate [my home teacher] to hook him up with me.) I haven’t seen him since he brought me cookies so it was a bit awkward, I then followed him into the laundry room. Once in the door, he asked “So how is your summer going.” Thinking he was talking to me said “Great, how about yours?” Cordell never replied and I had a strange feeling he wasn’t asking me. Feeling it as an awkward moment I tried to hurry and grab my sweater, while juggling groceries. As I was walking out of the laundry room I saw another girl in there. Ah ha, So Cordell wasn’t talking to me.

I blame this whole night on the way I was looked. Now I am not one to care about my looks, but doesn’t it seem when you don’t get “put together” and just say, “Oh well who am I going to see anyways?” is the time you see everyone and make yourself look like a bigger fool. If I wasn’t wearing my sweats while trying to cover my hairy legs, while going out in public with hair I hadn’t brushed since morning. I would not have felt at all the least bit awkward and been able to perform my tasks with grace. But If I would have gone through the night with grace I wouldn’t have anything to get all dramatic about so…this post has now came to the end without meaning, or even making the least bit of sense.

Country Life

So growing up I have never considered myself a country girl since my dad isn’t a farmer, we don’t have large numbers of livestock, and I never did FFA or 4H. But since moving to Logan I might have to say I am a bit of a country girl.

Last night I went on a date with Jason, his friend Brandon, and Brandon’s date Bessie. Both of the boys are from Brigham City and as the date went on I got to see how much of city boys they are. Bessie lives on a dairy in Lewiston, so of course she lives in the country. Brandon called to get directions and as I could hear one side of the conversation I had to laugh. “Ok so I go over a hill, then I pass a little white house….then a tractor mailbox...These are terrible directions just tell me street names. Well your address something!” When Brandon got off the phone he said how bad her directions were and all I could say is “That’s how I give directions.”

As we kept driving we passed a few fields and Brandon would ask me what crop was growing. Then he asked “What area do they grow pickles?” No one said anything. “Like Idaho grows potatoes, where do they grow pickles?” I didn’t know if he was being funny or not and so I said “Are you being serious?” He replied with a “Yeah, I have always wondered that.” Jason and I laughed and told him that they make pickles out of cucumbers. Brandon seriously didn’t know that.

We got to Bessies’ house after a few more laughs. Such as Brandon didn’t know if you could pass a car on a country road since there were no lines on the road, and thought you had to drive 25 mph since it was a “residential area.”

After we picked up Bessie we went back to Maverick to get some snacks to take fishing. While we were there a older man asked Bessie if we were going on a date over to the cow sale for Richmonds Black and White Days. Both Bessie and I convinced the boys that we should go to the sale. Once to the sale Brandon and Jason didn’t want to go so me and Bessie jumped out and ran in. The boys told us we could only be there for 10 minutes, but no guys can tell Bessie and I how long we could stay somewhere, and after 15 minutes we found the boys walking in, looking lost. Neither one had ever been to a cow sale and I think they both found it quite exciting. We ended up having to teach Brandon how they milk cows now a days, he thought they still did it by hand.

I only thought there were people who didn’t know about country life in the big cities. It was pretty sad to find some from Brigham City, let alone the valedictorian of his class, and have him not even know where pickles come from.

Facebook and a Text Message

So technology is changing our world in more ways than I knew. Some of you may know or not know that I was in a relationship. This relationship was different than anyone I had ever had before. This boy and I made our relationship official on a thing called facebook. This required no talking about becoming official all it was decided by two clicks of a mouse, and ta-da, I was in a relationship. This relationship lasted officially for a couple weeks and then it was decided by him that we needed to take a "break". This was also my first "break", I did not know what to expect from this. But then yesterday it happened, he ended it. Now, he didn't talk to me face to face, or even call. He chose a new method. And the most convenient way...through a text. Now I am a free woman and I can say that I have had a relationship which began on facebook, and ended with a text!

P.S. I promise not to make this a relationship gossip blog. .

LIFE

So since I have been slacking on my blogging responsibilities I will give everyone a quick update on life:
Braden- Him and I are now good friends again
Homecoming Queen- for those that don't know because I never called and notified them, since I guess I was supposed to call everyone, I was nominated for homecoming queen. I even made the Top 10.
Work-I am still working at AMI Supply when school work admits
Student Council- It is going well, except I think I am going to go have a chat with Silva, which will result in two senior girls grades being lowered.
Chase- Is having a hard time right now and doesn't know if he is just wasting his time on me.
Powder Puff- The senior class actually has a team this year, I play nose guard. That means I am across for the center on offense (right in the middle of the action)

the BIG red thing

So last night I had the privledge of going on a date with Owen Wadsworth. He is a boy from Oakley, I haven't talked to him very much but every time I do we have a good time. Last Saturday, Chase and I went the movies and met up with Owen, Tyrell, and Blake (all boys from Oakley) after the movie the boys were hungry so we decided since the only place open worth eating at is Burger King we would head on over there. Since Oakley boys don't like to do the normal things we decided to walk through the drive thru. The lady at the window always works at nights and Shayna and I have never seen her in a good mood. This night was no exception. She told us to come into the dining room and yelled at us there instead of through he window. We then went out to the parking lot and decided since she wouldn't let us walk though the drive thru, we would just BACK through it. Needless to say the mean lady at the window came storming out, and commanded us to leave. So we headed over to the nice people at Wendys.

Well since now that you know a little more about Owen. And that when someone tells him no he finds another way. Well no exception here, he called while I was in Utah and then by time I got home it was to late to call and then he called in the morning but I was in the shower. So after two tries he still hadn't been able to ask me out. So next thing I know he is walking into AMI to "buy some fast orange....smooth kind" I agreed to go out with him the next day. He wouldn't tell me what we were doing but he told me to wear some shoes I can run up a hill in. That got me thinking of what hill he was going to make me run up.

Well Wednesday night rolls around and he comes to pick me up. Wep being a good dad says that Owen needs to take extra care of me because of my heart murmur (doesn't that word look like a murmur, plus I don't even know how to spell it), and my ingrown toe nail. Owen tells him not to worry and that he will just carry me up the hill. On our way out to Spencer Stokers house he tells me that we are actually just riding four wheelers up to the "D".

We get to Spencers casa and get all ready with the 4-wheelers and head on our way up to the "D". On our way up there we passed the hang glider up on the hill get ready to take off. So me and Owen stop and ask if we could watch. After that we continued our journey up the hill. We then got up there and watched the sun set, and waited for the moon to rise (I always just thought the sun set and the moon rose at the same time, but they are actually like 15 min. off) While we were killing time Owen and I tried our skill at throwing rocks off the side of the mountain, and then journeyed down to the "D". While we were throwing painted rocks around we ended up getting in a good talk about drama queen Ed. Owen all of a sudden wanted to know where Ed lived, and if he saw Ed at the big Cassia County Fair and Rodeo (only 4 more days) he just might have to do something to him and I would just have to understand. Good ol' Owen. Just like a big brother.

After our talk it was time for the moon to be coming up so we went up to the top. Owen was checking out the surrounding mountains in his binoculars. In the process found a "BIG red thing" None of us could decide what it was so after the moon came up and it was now pretty dark Owen decided we needed to go figure out what it was. So we jumped on our 4-wheelers and ventured over there some of it on roads the other half just off roading it.

Spencer and his date didn't have 4 wheel and so they had some problems but we finally came upon the "BIG red thing". We still aren't sure what it is, except a BIG red piece of old machinery.

After we decided on what it was we headed back on our adventure to Spencers house. Once we got there the boys got a good idea and decided to start baking cookies at 11 o'clock. The cookies turned out great and then we headed home. It was an awesome date and it even was better to get home and brush my hair and wash my face. I love wind and dust!

Number 99

So last night I went on a date with Chase Anderson. And for all of your wondering where that name is from....yes he is the boy that tried holding my had at Featherville.

Yesterday was a blasted hot day. So Colby called and convinced my dad to take him to the river. So we planned it all and I was putting my suit on when I got a phone call from Chase. Which is kind of weird because we hadn't talked for about two months. But he called to ask me on a date. Since I was going to the river I told him no. He is somewhat used to this answer from me, but it still makes me feel bad. So I got off the phone and told my mom that Chase just asked me out and I felt bad, so she told me to go on the date. And that I could go down to the river for one ride on the wakeboard and then come home and get ready.

So we had it all lined out, I had called Chase back and it was all good. Well I jump in Larry, my car, and head down to the river side bar. I turned into the first parking lot and the whole thing was packed with trucks and empty boat trailers. Of course our luck they were having a HUGE bass tournament. I finally met up with my parents and we called Ryan and Maren and told them the problem so they decided to go to a different dock. But I realized by time we got to a new dock and all situated it would be time for me to go so I just came home instead.

So I came home got in the shower, got all cute, and then they came and picked me up. We got in a huge diesel Ford pickup with two other guys. The driver was Owen Wadsworth, and Raulon Van Tassel. And if you know those to the next bit of information won't seem so strange. But we climb (yes we climbed) into the truck and first thing you could hear was church music playing, not any church music, As Sisters in Zion was the song.

We then went around and picked up the other two girls, who were Natalie Maybe, and Shelby Andersen. Then we were on our way to the Magic Valley Speedway. Since none of us knew where it was we stopped and picked up Shelbys cousin who lives in Murtagh. On the way to the races we joked that we should have dressed up white trash and taken a keg of milk.

When we got to our destination and walked into the races, we all realized our idea of dressing up would have been perfect. The crowd resembled the Cassia County Fair and Rodeo but with a few more cigarettes and beer cans. The races were fun, we only got to see one good wreck, it included flames and spilt gasoline and oil all over the track.

Every race Chase and I would pick what vehicle we thought would win. On one of the last races he picked a truck with the number 99. In the races previous that truck had done quite well. Number 99 was doing also quite well in this race also. Half way through the race three other drives decided to take number 99 out of the race. So one got in front and the other two got on the sides and caused some little problems. No serious crash though. 99 dropped out which caused Chase to lose to me. He was a little bitter about that but got over...we thought.

After the races we decided to go get some dinner at the New Chinese Buffet. After a whole lotta laughing about salty soy sauce and water, we decided it was time for us to leave. On our way out to the truck we passed a big trailer with the number 99 on the sides and back. We pointed it out to Chase who then started saying how that driver was a pansy. While a few of us were climbing in the truck, we saw a short and stout man walk up to Owen and start talking to him. The few of us who were in the truck thought it was the driver of number 99 and he had over heard us talking about him. The man ended up just being some drunk guy who the cops had pulled over and told him he couldn't drive, and since Kiki, his wife, was from some native island that didn't have cars she didn't want to drive. He asked Owen for a ride since we looked like nice kids. Owen being the gentleman he is said yes. So the girls, Raulon and Chase got out of the truck and chilled in the parking lot while Owen and Eli (shelby's cousin) took the man and Kiki to the hotel.
We ended up getting home a little later then planned, because of our little detour to the hotel. But if was a fun filled, hilarious date. The races were a blast but I don't know if it is worth paying my own way to them.