it's nothing special....it's just kriss

Okay, so yesterday came and went...rather quickly too! Today's topic: Friends. I was reading in my high school journal last night and I came across some hilarious things I did in high school with my friends. I had totally forgotten that most of these things happened - I told you I have memory issues! There was one class (AP English with Mrs. Shelton, to be exact) and every week I would bring treats for the class (it was a little pricey, but in the end it paid off - I passed :) ). Anyway, toward the end of the year was Mrs. Shelton's birthday, so my friend Sarah and I brought cake. I had this awesome cake pan that was indestructible metal and had a handy dandy metal lid that slid onto it - it was pretty sweet, I'm not gonna lie. Well, the class had their cake and ate it too and everyone loved us. :) After school I was so excited to eat the last piece of cake! It was suprise cake with chocolate chips and cream cheese at the bottom - my very favorite. In my jolly mood I volunt...

YAY! I thought you had abandoned me for higher mental pursuits. Thanks for the laugh - I don't remember many of my embarrassing moments so I have to live vicariously through yours...obviously that means the inside of my head is teeming with repressed memories, I tend to embarrass myself often. But when I read all of your falling stories, I thought of the funniest time on the mission. I have to describe the setting first: Allentown; the Turner Street apartment. Did you ever serve there? Well, for dramatic effect I will describe it anyway. There are three apartments in the Turner Street Row home...We were in the second floor apartment, meaning there was a long wooden staircase going up to the door of our apartment. I was serving with Katie Sano and we were a little spicy together - we burned each other on a regular basis. One morning we were slinging less than compliments at each other as we walked out the door. I paused on the landing while Katie locked the door and said something ...

Ashley, I really can't form an opinion since you found the bouquets on Etsy.com ...it's a breech of the good craft employee code. I mean, afterall, I do work for the competition. But if I didn't work for a competitor and WAS able to form an opinion, then I probably, most likely would have said that this bouquet was my favorite. But, since I shouldn't really form an opinion...I won't share that information with you. So today I heard a great story from a very good friend here at work. It goes as follows: My friend, whom we shall refer to as 'M', stopped to get a present on her way to the reception of a good friends daughter. When she arrived at the reception hall, she grabbed her purse and the gift bag from the car and went inside. After the awkward social gathering ended, all parties, including the newly weds, went home. Most of the guests, including the newly weds, drove back to Nevada. A while later, M got a call from the newly weds telli...

(Read the Prequel ) Okay, so that is not one of my pull-string phrases...although if I really did have a pull-string, I would see if they could install that one. You know, Ashley, for one who talks so much, I have surprisingly few iconic statements of my own...But I will do my best... 1. SWEET! 2. That is my FAVORITE scripture! 3. Oh man! 4. How's that working for you? 5. Good luck with that. And I saved the best for last...I DEFINITELY use this phrase in EVERY conversation: 6. Hello, Hi, Hey, Hola or some other variation. So your life really is interesting and random...I have an obsessive compulsive need to maintain a clean inbox...so all of my texts have long since been eradicated so I cannot share them with you. I will finish this exciting response later...I'm off to sign my life away...Just think, in only 30 short minutes I will have successfully spent all of my paychecks for the next 30 years. Now that takes talent! Okay, so it was almost as quick and painless as giving b...

So I've been on a blog fast for the last month and a half. And it seems to have worked quite well - my blog is DEFINITELY thin! But like a dog to it's vomit, a depressed woman to her chocolate, and a teenage boy to the fridge, I am back to blog binging! So Ashley, my friend :), I guess I will answer your query...First things first, I would have to agree that you are superior at the quality time thing - in fact, I think you are right up there with the mother of all attention harlots...or something like that. ;) Not to sound boastful or anything, but I know how to speak all five love languages too - I just choose not to. But if I wanted to, I could do them all simultaneously! I will have to ponder how... Ouch...pondering hurts. Moving on. San Diego was like the best time EVA! But I have to confess something...I cheated on my swim suit as soon as we got to Utah with a new Speedo. Shocking I know. Maybe you won't want to be my friend any more...obviously my first love language ...

Okay, so I had to finish the story I started in my last post - the story about how I started riding the short bus. ;) So after my run-in (pun intended) with the air conditioning unit, Wendy and I were knocking doors in an area full of row homes. For everyone who doesn't know what a row home is: it is a series of houses all linked together in porch and wall. So if you walk up to one door, you can easily step across the 12 inch wooden divider and pow! You're on the next porch. Well, I was on one such porch and needed to get to the next door so I lifted my left leg over the divider...and POW! I was NOT on the next porch. I did, however, have a shooting pain in my left temple right about the same location as the bruise from the a.c. unit. I had unknowingly and uncoordinately, not seen the low hanging, thick wooden divider hanging from the CEILING. So later, when Wendy said 'Look there's a cardinal' and I responded with 'Yeah! It's a red one!' Wendy didn'...

Okay today's humorous mission story comes from Allentown. Wendy and I were walking down a very narrow ally one dark night on our way home. I turned my head to the right to say something to Wendy and CRACK!!! The next thing I knew I was on my knees in the fetal position, clutching my left temple - just WAITING for my brains to start oozing out onto the concrete. Wendy was kind of borderline freaking out and kept asking if I was bleeding. She was sure half of my head was missing. I finally stood up and realized what I had done. I had turned to face Wendy at the exact moment that I approached a window air conditioning unit hanging out of a bedroom window. The corner had caught me square in the left temple. That's gonna leave a mark. Don't worry, I still have the left side of my face - and it sustained no permanent damage. How do I know? It is still able to get chubby.