Prayer Works! and toilets flush

I knew that already, but I had a manifestation of it today. We had a clogged toilet. Charli tried for a while. I gave it a go. I got it flushing better, but it wasn't up to snuff. We needed to call our landlord, but no one wanted to. I felt like I was missing some critical thing in the situation. After trying too many times, it clicked. Pray. duh!!!! Prayer...and what do you know...He helped me fix the toilet. Yes, prayer works.

Dance Sport

This morning was Dance Sport (the big competition for BYU social dance students). It is also the same weekend as the US National Championships (which are always held at BYU? maybe. that's an unconfirmed idea). Spencer and I did the Cha Cha, and we loved it. We made it through the 5 preliminary rounds, but didn't make it to the quarter finals. Our teacher said we should have made it, but he thinks the judges couldn't see our number because of positioning. Oh well, we had a blast, and I looked great.


The really big, really cool sign.



The intimidating floor. We always danced right in front of that break in the tables, why, because it had the best placement for the judges to see us. yup, we're tricky.

Brains on the ground, Brains on the ground, Whatcha gonna do with your brians on the ground?

Simple story. Last night I was reenacting something a friend did. It didn't go well. I wasn't paying attention to the table next to me. So when I threw myself on the ground, I didn't realize there was a table corner in my way. Well I hit it so hard my brains fell out. Ashlee was kind enough to pick them up, wipe them off, and stick them back in. I haven't been the same since.

Actually, I just goosed over REALLY bad, but it felt like my brains fell out. I still feel disconnected form my body.

I love the Meat Market Book

Our ward directory has many silly names. We all like to make fun of it, and jokingly go through it with red marker. Well I've been staring at it for months now, trying to memorize names, and I just barely came upon the funniest thing in the book. Here is a common exerpt from many ward directories across the globe.

This directory is to be used only for Church purposes and shall not be copied without the permission of the bishop or stake president.

Then beneath it...as only a single's ward would do, it says...

Church purposes do include eternal progression and preparation to enter the highest degree of the celestial kingdom.

If you don't find this funny, think about it. When you get it and start peeing your pants, just know I'm still laughing at it, and its been a couple days.

If ye are prepared, ye shall not fear

Let's just say I warned, and warned, and we were all fearful. We were running low on toilet paper, and I warned those with cars who often make grocery runs...but no one took any heed. So its Sunday and we run completely out of toilet paper. But we have enough tissues to soak up the Black Sea, so we used tissues for three days. YUP, we are officially silly college girls.

I'm back!!

oye. media fast. its over. thank heavens.

This past week I haven't been anywhere near media (an assignment for class). Now I'm back and I have stories to tell.

Yesterday we invited our FHE brothers and best friends in the ward over for Sunday dinner. We were celebrating 2 of them being accepted into their programs. (one here at BYU and one getting into his #1 graduate school). We decided to have a fancy dinner, which is where it all went wrong.

The day started with snow, ice, and slush. Let's just say getting to and from church was fun. Then as we started preparing dinner, all ___ broke lose.

Ashlee started with the roast. BIG. more blood than we thought. blood juice on the floor. everywhere. underbreath cussing.

burnt tortillas.

Katherine went to take out the trash. hole in bag. blood juice in can. ok, wash out can in tub. Katherine climbs in the tub, turns on the water. SURPRISE!!! water sprays from the shower head, not the faucet. drenched and not happy about it.

Melinda makes regular juice for lunch.. pull off seal and lift lid. SPLASH! red concentrate everywhere. me. apron. skirt. shoes. cupboards. floor. sink. ceiling. across the room. clean clothes in tub.

Ashlee starts to pipe frosting onto our giant cupcake, and doesn't quite know the mechanics work, so we have to redo that....

Charli makes Pretzel Jello Salad. Has issues and instead of the jello staying on top, somehow it ends up on bottom with everything else floating on top.

Ashlee goes to unload the dishwasher, but water dumps out all over her and the floor. (there is large rushing water sound, she screams kinda like she's in pain...I run in and she's standing there, hunched over, clutching her legs. could have sworn her water broke by the external factors)

Ashlee tries to open her blinds, and they fall right off the wall.

lets just say we had issues cooking potatoes.

Then the roast of DEATH! recipe for 3 lbs. our roast = 1 ton. refuses to bake all the way through. Ashlee embarrassed and practically in tears. it never really works, but the boys eat it anyways (because their nice)

After Lucifer tried to ruin our meal, we had a great time. Just had to get all of the crap behind us, and the night was rather enjoyable. The boys said we outdid ourselves and they don't think anyone else cooks as well as we do. Thank you boys for making it worth it.

Isn't tomorrow just another day?

No. Tomorrow is not just another day. I kept telling myself that its just Sunday. Just any other day. I will awake early, and go to church. I will sit on the third row, like always, and try to keep my eyes open. But then I step back, an realize. "You are kinda pitiful." Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. You are alone in your apartment. You have eaten every piece of candy within a 20 foot radius. You are watching Somewhere In Time, and you are going to cry within the next hour when the guy starts to fall in love. Then you are going to bed, only to have breakfast alone, walk to church with a hobble (broke my big toe today), and then sit alone for 3 hours at church. Not to mention the afternoon and evening alone, without a boy, on Valentine's Day. Yup, my valentine's are 6 and 10. Today they kissed my cheek and held my hand...that's the best is going to get. "You are pitiful."