Last night I left my bedroom window open just a titch. This morning I woke up to the sound of sprinkles falling from the sky. (Raindrops that is!) I love the rain, but do you know what I love more than the rain, after the rain. I love the smell rain leaves behind, when the sun finally peaks around the big dark rainclouds, and floating stick boats down the gutter.
Yeah Rain is great. But is it odd that after the rain, when all the worms come out and skid across the sidewalk, I very carefully try not to step on them? If it is, then so be it. I am not a worm squisher.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
* You don't know me*
Well there is really no real reason for this post, except for ya all to get to know the real me a little better, and fine out things about me that most people don't know.
1- I love greeting cards. I could spend hours in the card isle reading card after card, laughing to myself, and finding complete enjoyment in them. I often get strange looks from other people on the card isle from my random outbursts of laughter.
2- Tetris. I am unhealthily addicted to Tetris. In my yearbook class in High School we would have Tetris tournaments, this is where my addiction began. I absolutely love playing it and have wasted a lot to many hours playing it. I once even told Amy that the reason I enjoy bagging groceries is because it's like Tetris in real life. She told me I am a nerd. (But she knows that's why I am good at bagging!)
3- I hate celery. Everything about it, the taste, the smell, the texture, even the thought of it. About the only good thing it has going for it is its color and the fact that you burn more calories by chewing it than by eating it. These two things are not reason enough for me to actually eat it. The smell of it makes me gag, and the thought of it makes me want to hurl! Some of my friends know how much I hate celery. One time one of them even told me if we got married things wouldn't work out. I asked him why and he said very snidely that when he grows up he is going to be a celery farmer... What a nerd!
4- I love Disney. Disneyland, Disney World, Disney Movies I love it all! #1 Disney movie ever made, (in my opinion of course) Toy Story, hands down. It's my all time favorite movie and I could watch it again and again. I have a secret crush on Woody and don't really know why.
5- I am a sucker.... for Daisies that is! My favorite is the classic daisy with the yellow middle and the white petals. But, I love all daisies and my heart melts every time I see them. Corny, Yes! But anyone who wants to gain a little respect from me, Daisies are the way, I'll be your friend until forever!
6- Nerds. People often make fun of them, but I myself am one when it comes to history. I love history, mostly American history. My dream vacation would be to Washington D.C. for about a month to visit all the historical stuff around. My favorite thing to watch is well made historical documentaries, and I love historical fiction. Nerd? Yes!
7- I'm a very trusting person and usually give people the benefit of the doubt. Sometimes this results in me be taken advantage of because people know I will help them, but I guess that's just how some people are.
8- I have a hard time saying no to people. This usually results in me getting overloaded with stuff then stressing out. People who really know me know I have this problem and are very forgiving.
9- I have an issue with my right ankle. When I was in ninth grade I pretty much broke it during a box-out drill at basketball practice. Now every time I move it, it pops. I use this for personal entertainment by popping it when I am sitting by Amy or Shauna because they think it is so gross.
10- I love singing and dancing like a mad woman. (my family can attest to this.)
11- I am shy. Most people who know me say that this is a lie, but the truth is that when I don't know anyone I am extremely quiet. But, once I get to know people I come out of my shell, it just takes me a time or two to warm up to people.
12- My favorite treat while doing homework is a Popsicle. That's right some good ol' fashioned frozen juice, but I won't attest to a Jamba either.
Well for the time being those are a few things that now you know that you may not have known. Hope you enjoyed a few tidbits of me and look forward to more to come in the future.
1- I love greeting cards. I could spend hours in the card isle reading card after card, laughing to myself, and finding complete enjoyment in them. I often get strange looks from other people on the card isle from my random outbursts of laughter.
2- Tetris. I am unhealthily addicted to Tetris. In my yearbook class in High School we would have Tetris tournaments, this is where my addiction began. I absolutely love playing it and have wasted a lot to many hours playing it. I once even told Amy that the reason I enjoy bagging groceries is because it's like Tetris in real life. She told me I am a nerd. (But she knows that's why I am good at bagging!)
3- I hate celery. Everything about it, the taste, the smell, the texture, even the thought of it. About the only good thing it has going for it is its color and the fact that you burn more calories by chewing it than by eating it. These two things are not reason enough for me to actually eat it. The smell of it makes me gag, and the thought of it makes me want to hurl! Some of my friends know how much I hate celery. One time one of them even told me if we got married things wouldn't work out. I asked him why and he said very snidely that when he grows up he is going to be a celery farmer... What a nerd!
4- I love Disney. Disneyland, Disney World, Disney Movies I love it all! #1 Disney movie ever made, (in my opinion of course) Toy Story, hands down. It's my all time favorite movie and I could watch it again and again. I have a secret crush on Woody and don't really know why.
5- I am a sucker.... for Daisies that is! My favorite is the classic daisy with the yellow middle and the white petals. But, I love all daisies and my heart melts every time I see them. Corny, Yes! But anyone who wants to gain a little respect from me, Daisies are the way, I'll be your friend until forever!
6- Nerds. People often make fun of them, but I myself am one when it comes to history. I love history, mostly American history. My dream vacation would be to Washington D.C. for about a month to visit all the historical stuff around. My favorite thing to watch is well made historical documentaries, and I love historical fiction. Nerd? Yes!
7- I'm a very trusting person and usually give people the benefit of the doubt. Sometimes this results in me be taken advantage of because people know I will help them, but I guess that's just how some people are.
8- I have a hard time saying no to people. This usually results in me getting overloaded with stuff then stressing out. People who really know me know I have this problem and are very forgiving.
9- I have an issue with my right ankle. When I was in ninth grade I pretty much broke it during a box-out drill at basketball practice. Now every time I move it, it pops. I use this for personal entertainment by popping it when I am sitting by Amy or Shauna because they think it is so gross.
10- I love singing and dancing like a mad woman. (my family can attest to this.)
11- I am shy. Most people who know me say that this is a lie, but the truth is that when I don't know anyone I am extremely quiet. But, once I get to know people I come out of my shell, it just takes me a time or two to warm up to people.
12- My favorite treat while doing homework is a Popsicle. That's right some good ol' fashioned frozen juice, but I won't attest to a Jamba either.
Well for the time being those are a few things that now you know that you may not have known. Hope you enjoyed a few tidbits of me and look forward to more to come in the future.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Stall Talkers
Well this blog entry has been a long time in the making. And I am finally going to tell the world about a serious issue that is at hand.... no it does not have to do with our down-turning economy, or our recently elected president who is going to fix the world, or the big problem with round-abouts in Rexburg. The issue at hand is stall talkers. I'm sure you all know them (whether you know you do or not), have been confronted by one, or perhaps you are one yourself. (Shauna...MOM!)
For those of you that have absolutely no idea what I am talking about, you soon will from a few stories of stall talking confrontations I have had myself.
A few months ago our family went to a Jazz game down at Energy Solutions Arena in Salt Lake. Upon our arrival the girls decided we should hurry and visit the facilities before tip off. Each of us was in our own stall taking care of business. All of a sudden the person in the stall next to me began a conversation with me. (I won't mention any names... Shauna!) My reaction= Well I didn't want to be rude and not respond, but I didn't want other people in the public restroom to know that she was talking to me....embarassing. I walked out of the stall over to the sink and washed my hands and informed Shauna that talking while urinating is just awkward. And she asked why, well you see Shauna, It's just plain awkward.
Second scenario. I had recently started my new job in Batch Records at Ultradent. I met up with my mom, who also works there at lunch time. We both went into use the restroom. While we were going she began talking to me. Yet again, awkward. Now she knows I won't respond if she starts talking to me.
Third scenario. I am at work yet again. In the mid afternoon, we'll say at 2:17 I went to use the restroom. This time am I the awkward third party. I walked into the bathroom and what do my wondering ears hear. Two people talking. Two people that is who are in completely different stalls carrying on a full fledged conversation while small tinkling sounds are going on in the background. Do you see something wrong here? I sure do. I was way weirded out plus I had to hear all the office gossip that they were discussing. While sometimes the office gossip is quite entertaining, the bathroom is not the time or place to discuss such things. Ew!
After these two previous incidents I came to the realization that the epitome of bad stall talking can be found in the work place. Why? Because yet again it is awkward for not only those who are participating in the conversation, but also for the innocent bystander/bystanders.
After all these going ons in the womans restroom I couldn't help but wonder if similar things happen in a men's restroom. I was sitting in my cubicle at work surrounded completely by boys and I asked myself... "Self. do men have this problem?" So I pose this question, is there a such thing as urinal talking? If so, I'm sure most men would agree that it needs to become a thing of the past.
Sorry for the long, possibly boring rant about something that may seem so unimportant and not an issue to most, but as you tell this is something I really feel passionate about. It NEEDS to stop, it must stop!
So world, say good bye.... GOODBYE STALL-TALKING!
For those of you that have absolutely no idea what I am talking about, you soon will from a few stories of stall talking confrontations I have had myself.
A few months ago our family went to a Jazz game down at Energy Solutions Arena in Salt Lake. Upon our arrival the girls decided we should hurry and visit the facilities before tip off. Each of us was in our own stall taking care of business. All of a sudden the person in the stall next to me began a conversation with me. (I won't mention any names... Shauna!) My reaction= Well I didn't want to be rude and not respond, but I didn't want other people in the public restroom to know that she was talking to me....embarassing. I walked out of the stall over to the sink and washed my hands and informed Shauna that talking while urinating is just awkward. And she asked why, well you see Shauna, It's just plain awkward.
Second scenario. I had recently started my new job in Batch Records at Ultradent. I met up with my mom, who also works there at lunch time. We both went into use the restroom. While we were going she began talking to me. Yet again, awkward. Now she knows I won't respond if she starts talking to me.
Third scenario. I am at work yet again. In the mid afternoon, we'll say at 2:17 I went to use the restroom. This time am I the awkward third party. I walked into the bathroom and what do my wondering ears hear. Two people talking. Two people that is who are in completely different stalls carrying on a full fledged conversation while small tinkling sounds are going on in the background. Do you see something wrong here? I sure do. I was way weirded out plus I had to hear all the office gossip that they were discussing. While sometimes the office gossip is quite entertaining, the bathroom is not the time or place to discuss such things. Ew!
After these two previous incidents I came to the realization that the epitome of bad stall talking can be found in the work place. Why? Because yet again it is awkward for not only those who are participating in the conversation, but also for the innocent bystander/bystanders.
After all these going ons in the womans restroom I couldn't help but wonder if similar things happen in a men's restroom. I was sitting in my cubicle at work surrounded completely by boys and I asked myself... "Self. do men have this problem?" So I pose this question, is there a such thing as urinal talking? If so, I'm sure most men would agree that it needs to become a thing of the past.
Sorry for the long, possibly boring rant about something that may seem so unimportant and not an issue to most, but as you tell this is something I really feel passionate about. It NEEDS to stop, it must stop!
So world, say good bye.... GOODBYE STALL-TALKING!
Friday, February 27, 2009
ADAM!!!!!!
Well this has been such an interesting week in regards to Adam. So I thought I would share some of my insight with all you readers about him and well me....
First of all, Tuesday. My mom and I are at work when we get a call from my dad. He says he doesn't feel well so my mom leaves work to take him to the doctor and he ends up being checked into the hospital, where he still is at this moment. After work I go home and finish the second season of HEROES. (this is where my story gets juicy, but without much detail) I left my room and went to find out what the younger siblings wanted for dinner. Let's just say that the good child was working on her math homework like a good little chillun' and the other one...well we'll just say that it was awkward. Mac and Cheese! (only a few will understand this!)
Second of all, Wednesday. I come home from work and pull into the driveway to find my younger brother attempting to jump our sweet old truck. I honestly don't know what he wast thinking because he does not know how to drive a manual, and the one person who could teach him how is in the hospital...what an idiot. I love the kid, but come on.
Same day, Wednesday. Heather and I were watching TV in my mom and dad's room when Adam came in, grabbed the cordless phone off the bed, walked to the bathroom, and proceeded to talk on the phone while he....well you get the picture! Yeah.... definitely Cloroxed that phone!
Third of all, we are going to skip right over Thursday and go to Friday. I come home from work at approximately 2:45 to find no Adam and no Heather. I start the search for Heather because she has to go to piano at 3:00. Adam's one simple job was to be there when Heather got home from school and take her to piano. Around 2:50 Adam shows up, I find Heather across the street at the neighbors house. Its turns out Adam left Heather a note that he would be back at 2:45 to take her to piano and she should "just go over to Densley's". Come on Adam take some responsibility. I told him I would take Heather to piano. He peeled out of the driveway and sped off in Ramona, the olds, at about 45 miles and hour... Well that brings up the next subject. One that truly tears my heart out.
Same day, Friday, current moment. Heather and I have been having a splendid day gallivanting around the valley. We have gone almost everywhere, from the dollar store, to Roberts, to Cafe Rio. Well at our final destination, Macey's, I get a call from Adam and he wants me to hurry home. I asked him why he wasn't at the game yet and he tells me that he ripped the car door off. I laughed because the thought of Adam ripping a car door off like the Hulk came to mind. I asked him how and he said he wasn't going to tell me. After a series of conversations I find out that he was backing out of the garage and ripped the car door off... Well this is my theory of anger, I need to step up on my soap box for a second. " ADAM.....you don't' rip a car door off a car unless you are backing out at a high speed...a regular speed of backing out would not rip a car door off. Apparently you are and idiot and have injured my dear sweet Ramona. So Adam, if I was your mother I would ground you for at least 3 months!" Okay I am off the soap box, but where is Adam now you ask? Well of course he is where he wants to be, at the girls basketball game. EWWWWW!!!! If another child broke the garage door, ruined a car, and left their little sister home they would be home all night long!
All I have to say is whatever.... Adam one day karma is going to catch up to you and it won't be pretty.
First of all, Tuesday. My mom and I are at work when we get a call from my dad. He says he doesn't feel well so my mom leaves work to take him to the doctor and he ends up being checked into the hospital, where he still is at this moment. After work I go home and finish the second season of HEROES. (this is where my story gets juicy, but without much detail) I left my room and went to find out what the younger siblings wanted for dinner. Let's just say that the good child was working on her math homework like a good little chillun' and the other one...well we'll just say that it was awkward. Mac and Cheese! (only a few will understand this!)
Second of all, Wednesday. I come home from work and pull into the driveway to find my younger brother attempting to jump our sweet old truck. I honestly don't know what he wast thinking because he does not know how to drive a manual, and the one person who could teach him how is in the hospital...what an idiot. I love the kid, but come on.
Same day, Wednesday. Heather and I were watching TV in my mom and dad's room when Adam came in, grabbed the cordless phone off the bed, walked to the bathroom, and proceeded to talk on the phone while he....well you get the picture! Yeah.... definitely Cloroxed that phone!
Third of all, we are going to skip right over Thursday and go to Friday. I come home from work at approximately 2:45 to find no Adam and no Heather. I start the search for Heather because she has to go to piano at 3:00. Adam's one simple job was to be there when Heather got home from school and take her to piano. Around 2:50 Adam shows up, I find Heather across the street at the neighbors house. Its turns out Adam left Heather a note that he would be back at 2:45 to take her to piano and she should "just go over to Densley's". Come on Adam take some responsibility. I told him I would take Heather to piano. He peeled out of the driveway and sped off in Ramona, the olds, at about 45 miles and hour... Well that brings up the next subject. One that truly tears my heart out.
Same day, Friday, current moment. Heather and I have been having a splendid day gallivanting around the valley. We have gone almost everywhere, from the dollar store, to Roberts, to Cafe Rio. Well at our final destination, Macey's, I get a call from Adam and he wants me to hurry home. I asked him why he wasn't at the game yet and he tells me that he ripped the car door off. I laughed because the thought of Adam ripping a car door off like the Hulk came to mind. I asked him how and he said he wasn't going to tell me. After a series of conversations I find out that he was backing out of the garage and ripped the car door off... Well this is my theory of anger, I need to step up on my soap box for a second. " ADAM.....you don't' rip a car door off a car unless you are backing out at a high speed...a regular speed of backing out would not rip a car door off. Apparently you are and idiot and have injured my dear sweet Ramona. So Adam, if I was your mother I would ground you for at least 3 months!" Okay I am off the soap box, but where is Adam now you ask? Well of course he is where he wants to be, at the girls basketball game. EWWWWW!!!! If another child broke the garage door, ruined a car, and left their little sister home they would be home all night long!
All I have to say is whatever.... Adam one day karma is going to catch up to you and it won't be pretty.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
I am NOT a college drop out!
So... being home ain't all that bad. Except......
No I didn't drop out of college and no I didn't get kicked out of college. Here's an announcement... "World listen up.... I Jenny Worthington am home from BYU-Idaho until April. And then I will return to college and get myself edumacated."
You see world, BYU-Idaho has a track system, summer-fall, fall-winter, winter-summer, you know whatever it may be. And I am on summer fall track. It's true the track system seems weird to most of the world, but I quite like it aside from the fact that everyone seems to think I am a no good young adult that is doing nothing with my life. But the truth is.. I have a plan and am working on it!
So there you have it.... I am not a college drop out!
No I didn't drop out of college and no I didn't get kicked out of college. Here's an announcement... "World listen up.... I Jenny Worthington am home from BYU-Idaho until April. And then I will return to college and get myself edumacated."
You see world, BYU-Idaho has a track system, summer-fall, fall-winter, winter-summer, you know whatever it may be. And I am on summer fall track. It's true the track system seems weird to most of the world, but I quite like it aside from the fact that everyone seems to think I am a no good young adult that is doing nothing with my life. But the truth is.. I have a plan and am working on it!
So there you have it.... I am not a college drop out!
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go right now!
Well...this little blurb goes out to all you people who ever have to go to the bathroom really really bad, but have to keep on holding it!
Tonight my family and I went out on a little adventure to the movies and out to dinner. We saw bedtime stories, a funny family film which I totally and completely enjoyed. Then our family decided to go out to dinner to Archibald's which was absolutely delicious. The only problem is that I am addicted to fluids...mainly water. I drank three glasses of water and one glass of raspberry lemonade, resulting in me really needing to you know, to the bathroom.
Let's just say that all the way home I got a really hard time about how I should have gone before I left and I will admit that they are right, but a girls gotta go when a girls gotta go.
One last thing, a word of advice if I may... Go before you leave.
Tonight my family and I went out on a little adventure to the movies and out to dinner. We saw bedtime stories, a funny family film which I totally and completely enjoyed. Then our family decided to go out to dinner to Archibald's which was absolutely delicious. The only problem is that I am addicted to fluids...mainly water. I drank three glasses of water and one glass of raspberry lemonade, resulting in me really needing to you know, to the bathroom.
Let's just say that all the way home I got a really hard time about how I should have gone before I left and I will admit that they are right, but a girls gotta go when a girls gotta go.
One last thing, a word of advice if I may... Go before you leave.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Home Again
I moved back home last Friday. Weird! I n my mind it seems that i am only home for the weekend and will be going back to my dear sweet Rexburg any day now. But, this is so not true. I am now home in snowy Utah until April, don't get me wrong, I love it here. But, I am going to miss being able to do whatever I want and having a life. I am already bored. My daily schedule consists of waking up, going to work at 9, coming home, eating dinner and going to bed. Wow...exciting! No really I like my job and work with a lot of really nice people. But, I need to find a new hobby to keep me occupied while I am here in Utah, so if anyone has any suggestions make sure to let me know!!!
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