Today was one of those days where you really just need a hug.
I've decided that driving makes me feel sick. I always get so stressed out about little unimportant things. So I will only be driving when the streets are completely dead. Like... right now at 1:22 am. That's when I really don't mind driving around.
So, I've been fighting against the sick-to-your stomach feeling since 4:55 this morning.
Church helped. And a double dose was just what the doctor ordered.
Then Tayler and I went on our weekly Sunday chocolate trip, and planned an after-work adventure.
I went home, changed, and then went to work.
Some man brightened my day by telling me how amazing I was. He was a complete stranger. It was grand!
I learned that my favorite hobo's name is Thor, and my favorite drive thru customer's name is Laura.
After work, I went to the movie theater with Tayler. I had to pee, so I literally RAN to the bathroom, and it's a good thing... Cause I was laughing pretty hard during the entire movie.
As I drove home, my fear melted away. The roads were empty. Thank Goodness.
Now I'm going to snuggle up in my bed and go to sleep! Goodnight!
1.31.2011
1.27.2011
I Would Suggest Driving on the Left Side of the Road
I am 18 years old.
Two years ago, on January 27th 2009, I went into the DMV and got my permit. I didn't use it, and it expired.
Fast forward.
I pulled into the DMV parking lot and nervously locked the doors. What if I didn't pass? I'd have to deal with the shame of failing a test that everyone claimed was "So Easy". Or worse, what if I DID pass? Then I'd be on the roads with everyone else, risking my life to get from point A to point B in a heavy and dangerous piece of mechanical equipment.
I was terrified.
I played with the keys while I waited, my palms getting sweaty. I breathed slow, deep breaths. "It's gonna be okay!" I told myself. I glanced up at my mom. "I need my phone to not be dead!" I told her, "I'm in need of a Shayla pep talk... right now!" She laughed. I gasped, "Crap. How do you parallel park again?"
My name was called, and my heart rate accelerated. I wasn't ready for this. I walked up to the lady and smiled. "Hi!" I said, "I'm Toni!"
We walked out to my car, and I put on my seat belt while she checked to make sure the lights and signals were functioning properly. She climbed in, and I handed her the insurance and registration papers. "Did you need these?"
"Nope!" She replied, "But I can put them in the glove box for you!"
"Thanks!" I said, "That would be great!"
As she put my papers in the glove box, I carefully placed my phone in the middle armrest, where it wouldn't be a distraction. She noticed.
"When you're ready, go ahead and back out."
And we were off.
...
I had to resist the urge to hug her as we walked back in the building. I passed!
Two years ago, on January 27th 2009, I went into the DMV and got my permit. I didn't use it, and it expired.
Fast forward.
I pulled into the DMV parking lot and nervously locked the doors. What if I didn't pass? I'd have to deal with the shame of failing a test that everyone claimed was "So Easy". Or worse, what if I DID pass? Then I'd be on the roads with everyone else, risking my life to get from point A to point B in a heavy and dangerous piece of mechanical equipment.
I was terrified.
I played with the keys while I waited, my palms getting sweaty. I breathed slow, deep breaths. "It's gonna be okay!" I told myself. I glanced up at my mom. "I need my phone to not be dead!" I told her, "I'm in need of a Shayla pep talk... right now!" She laughed. I gasped, "Crap. How do you parallel park again?"
My name was called, and my heart rate accelerated. I wasn't ready for this. I walked up to the lady and smiled. "Hi!" I said, "I'm Toni!"
We walked out to my car, and I put on my seat belt while she checked to make sure the lights and signals were functioning properly. She climbed in, and I handed her the insurance and registration papers. "Did you need these?"
"Nope!" She replied, "But I can put them in the glove box for you!"
"Thanks!" I said, "That would be great!"
As she put my papers in the glove box, I carefully placed my phone in the middle armrest, where it wouldn't be a distraction. She noticed.
"When you're ready, go ahead and back out."
And we were off.
...
I had to resist the urge to hug her as we walked back in the building. I passed!
1.26.2011
How do you catch an elephant?
You dig a big hole and fill it with ashes, and then you carefully line it with peas. When the elephant comes to take a pea, you kick him in the ash-hole.
1.25.2011
Oh My Darling
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I couldn't begin to tell you how I find these little songs,
but I kinda love them. :)
Sticky Notes
There's a lot of things that make me happy in life.
Bubble Baths.
Hot Chocolate.
& Sticky Notes.
I love sticky notes.
So if you ever feel the need to draw on a sticky note with a Sharpie Pen,
Be my guest.
I'll cherish it forever.
1.24.2011
Bad Days and Smiles.
Today has just been one of those days. You know the days where everyone decides to ditch school on the exact same day and leave you to eat lunch alone? The one where you text your best friend to hang out and he can't because he's busy eating pizza and tweeting about how hot Alice from Alice in wonderland is. The one where you get home early with full plans of doing something productive and then you "aren't allowed to".
It's rather selfish and nearsighted of me to think of it this way, but life always seems to throw doldrums into the equation right after a really good weekend. Have you noticed that?
Well, since I'm a slacker and haven't gotten my license yet, I decided to crank some tunes and drive around my neighborhood for some good driving practice. My mood was soaring until I pulled back into my driveway to see if my mom would join me.
Of course, she refused and yelled at me for being a slacker. So instead I just locked the doors, cranked the bass, and cried in my driveway.
Then a friend told me to check out her blog. My sweet, sweet friend has made my day so much better. here is the post that made me smile.
It's rather selfish and nearsighted of me to think of it this way, but life always seems to throw doldrums into the equation right after a really good weekend. Have you noticed that?
Well, since I'm a slacker and haven't gotten my license yet, I decided to crank some tunes and drive around my neighborhood for some good driving practice. My mood was soaring until I pulled back into my driveway to see if my mom would join me.
Of course, she refused and yelled at me for being a slacker. So instead I just locked the doors, cranked the bass, and cried in my driveway.
Then a friend told me to check out her blog. My sweet, sweet friend has made my day so much better. here is the post that made me smile.
1.23.2011
My Best Friend Almost Died.
Applebees. St. George. Saturday Night.
I almost lost my best friend.
I totally missed it, but a comment was exchanged that was apparently pretty funny. Next thing I knew, both my best friend Dylan and his cousin Jonny were turning bright red from laughing so hard.
Dylan paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and proceeded to start laughing again. Tears were streaming down his face as he doubled over in fits of giggles. He tried to stand up, but ended up laughing so hard that he fell onto the floor next to my chair.
Curled up in a ball, he began hyperventilating between laughing fits. Obviously, he couldn't breathe.
It started catching on. Soon, my eyes were filled with tears too. Our whole table was laughing, and we had no clue why.
The lady in the booth next to us leaned over, "Okay, if you're gonna laugh that loud, you at least have to share the story!"
"You" He gasped as he wiped away his tears, "Wouldn't get it!"
Finally, bit by bit, he stopped laughing.
"I almost died!" He later said, "I couldn't breathe!"
And that is the story of how I almost lost my best friend.
I almost lost my best friend.
I totally missed it, but a comment was exchanged that was apparently pretty funny. Next thing I knew, both my best friend Dylan and his cousin Jonny were turning bright red from laughing so hard.
Dylan paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and proceeded to start laughing again. Tears were streaming down his face as he doubled over in fits of giggles. He tried to stand up, but ended up laughing so hard that he fell onto the floor next to my chair.
Curled up in a ball, he began hyperventilating between laughing fits. Obviously, he couldn't breathe.
It started catching on. Soon, my eyes were filled with tears too. Our whole table was laughing, and we had no clue why.
The lady in the booth next to us leaned over, "Okay, if you're gonna laugh that loud, you at least have to share the story!"
"You" He gasped as he wiped away his tears, "Wouldn't get it!"
Finally, bit by bit, he stopped laughing.
"I almost died!" He later said, "I couldn't breathe!"
And that is the story of how I almost lost my best friend.
I feel pretty
I'm exhausted.
My calves are going to explode.
I barely slept last night.
I've been working for hours.
I smell like gross.
My face is sunburned.
My shirt is a bright green Del Taco shirt.
I can barely keep my eyes open.
But just a moment ago I walked past a mirror and felt gorgeous. I love my sunburned, greasy, chubby face. My parents are beautiful people, and I love that I'm lucky enough to resemble them.
Random moment of boosted self confidence.
I've decided that accepting yourself is worth way more than the acceptance of even hundreds of other people. And I've decided that I kinda like me.
Actually, you know what? I love me. Inside AND out.
My calves are going to explode.
I barely slept last night.
I've been working for hours.
I smell like gross.
My face is sunburned.
My shirt is a bright green Del Taco shirt.
I can barely keep my eyes open.
But just a moment ago I walked past a mirror and felt gorgeous. I love my sunburned, greasy, chubby face. My parents are beautiful people, and I love that I'm lucky enough to resemble them.
Random moment of boosted self confidence.
I've decided that accepting yourself is worth way more than the acceptance of even hundreds of other people. And I've decided that I kinda like me.
Actually, you know what? I love me. Inside AND out.
1.22.2011
Taco Tales : Dos
Today, a man pulled up to my drive-thru window. He looked stressed. I smiled a big smile at him and told him his total and asked if he wanted hot sauce, just like I would with any other car.
As he was pulling away, he said "You know, I was having a really bad day up until this point. Then I got here, and your smile and positive attitude just made my day so much better. Something about your upbeat voice.. and well, I'm not having a bad day anymore." He smiled and drove off.
Random man, I'm happy to have improved your day, cause you sure just improved mine!
As he was pulling away, he said "You know, I was having a really bad day up until this point. Then I got here, and your smile and positive attitude just made my day so much better. Something about your upbeat voice.. and well, I'm not having a bad day anymore." He smiled and drove off.
Random man, I'm happy to have improved your day, cause you sure just improved mine!
1.20.2011
day ten. what I wore today.
Today, I wore some skinnies and a button up shirt. But as soon as I post this I'm going to go change into my favorite outfit ever- Sweatpants and a band t-shirt. If I could wear sweatpants and a band t-shirt everyday, I would.
1.19.2011
Movie Review
Just saw that new movie "The Season of the Witch"
I kinda liked it. I mean.. other than stealing the basic plotline from Dora the Explorer, it was pretty cool!
I kinda liked it. I mean.. other than stealing the basic plotline from Dora the Explorer, it was pretty cool!
day nine. I believe.
I believe in turning the radio up and jamming to music. I believe in mismatched socks, skinny jeans, and Oreo cookies. I believe that chocolate fixes anything. I believe in being prepared with gum and chapstick at all times. I believe that first impressions are never accurate. I believe that sharing Play-doh will always bring you friends, even if you ARE legally an adult. I believe in photobooth pictures, I believe in second chances, I believe in loyalty. I believe in dancing in the rain, I believe in writing. I believe that sunshine is the best medicine there is, and there's nothing quite like riding a bike. I believe in my Heavenly Father, and in my Savior, Jesus Christ.
And even though I sometimes have my doubts, deep down in my heart I believe in love.
& If you click here, you can listen to a beautiful song about belief by my future husband, John Mayer.
1.17.2011
day eight. a moment.
Today, I went on a bike ride. It was beautiful. It was bright and sunny, and the music on my ipod was just perfect. There's nothing quite like flying across the pavement while singing "ridin' solo" or "we are the champions." My day was going lovely, and I didn't want to head home.
But, we had to.
As we headed in the door, we didn't realize that we were walking into a storm. My bright sunny mood was turned into a hurricane.
As soon as I could escape, I did. I headed to my room and turned on music. I sent a text to Dylan to find out what he was doing. I needed to escape.
As I was walking to Dylan's, his car pulled up beside me. I climbed in, and we headed to his house.
As I entered his living room, a brief, snippy comment was exchanged between him and his mom. With a few harsh words, he stormed out, slamming the frontdoor on his way outside.
Silently, I followed him.
We sat side by side in the side yard, not a word was exchanged. Birds sang, airplanes flew overhead, the grass swayed in the wind. The minutes ticked past quietly.
It wasn't awkward, it was peaceful and comforting knowing that even though we were both dealing with our own problems, we were still sitting there on the same wall. Sometimes, that's really all you need. Someone to sit there beside you, letting you know that they're there.
I'm really glad that in our friendship, there are no awkward silences. Some people find the need to fill up the quiet with pointless babbling, but we don't... and I like it.
But, we had to.
As we headed in the door, we didn't realize that we were walking into a storm. My bright sunny mood was turned into a hurricane.
As soon as I could escape, I did. I headed to my room and turned on music. I sent a text to Dylan to find out what he was doing. I needed to escape.
As I was walking to Dylan's, his car pulled up beside me. I climbed in, and we headed to his house.
As I entered his living room, a brief, snippy comment was exchanged between him and his mom. With a few harsh words, he stormed out, slamming the frontdoor on his way outside.
Silently, I followed him.
We sat side by side in the side yard, not a word was exchanged. Birds sang, airplanes flew overhead, the grass swayed in the wind. The minutes ticked past quietly.
It wasn't awkward, it was peaceful and comforting knowing that even though we were both dealing with our own problems, we were still sitting there on the same wall. Sometimes, that's really all you need. Someone to sit there beside you, letting you know that they're there.
I'm really glad that in our friendship, there are no awkward silences. Some people find the need to fill up the quiet with pointless babbling, but we don't... and I like it.
1.16.2011
Taco Tales : Numero Uno
"You're gonna have a job flippin burgers for the rest of your life."
Well dude, I got news for you.
I haven't even been promoted to burger flippin status yet, and I kinda love my job.
The beeping, the clanking, the sizzling, the snobby customers.
I love it all.
Something about the rhythm and order just relaxes me.
So while every other high school student out there's complaining about how horrible their job is.. here I am enjoying myself.
It's all about attitude my dears. Just remember that.
day seven. She's me, with glitter :)
My best friend is amazing, and I felt the need to give her a call today.
It went kinda like this:
"Okay! I'll be there! ....just as soon as I can figure out how to get my car to run on air!"
(Beep)
"You just poked me on facebook! YOU POKED ME IN THE EAR!"
"I like it when I get likes on facebook. It's like a virtual hug! It makes me all warm inside!"
"Really?! Like.. like.. like.. like.. like.."
"Oh my gosh! My computer's going crazy!"
"Like.. Like.. Like.. Like.. Like.. like.."
"And it just stopped working. Sweet."
"Like.. Like.. Like......."
"25 facebook notifications.. 26..27..28.."
"Like.. like.. like.."
"I should probably go to work now.."
"Yeah! Have fun! Make sure your shoes match and that your underwear is on UNDER your pants! Love you! Goodbye!"
Why are we friends?
We're friends because we made the crazy planet sweet and silver out of coconuts in fourth grade, and we've been living there ever since.
We're friends because she likes the cream part of the oreo, and I like the cookie part.
We're friends because we paint on sparkles and dance around like idiots.
We're friends because we stay on the phone when someone's world is falling apart.. even though there really isn't anything to say.
We're friends because both had our first kiss with the same boy.
We're friends because we facebook stalk eachother's crushes.
We're friends because everyone in Utah knows who Toni is, and everyone in Vegas knows who Shayla is.
We're friends because we swap and share boys sometimes.
We're friends because we know eachother's secrets.
We're friends because we have a mutual understanding that Taylor Swift does, in fact, have a song for every single situation. ever.
We're friends because, even though we're hundreds of miles away, we're still on the same brainwave.
We're friends because we know that sometimes shouting things like "Hey! She wants your number!" at random boys makes magical things happen.
We're friends because getting a handful of glitter in the mail is the best way to brighten anyone's day.
We're friends because venti mocha cream based frappechinos and jamba juice can fix anything.
It went kinda like this:
"Okay! I'll be there! ....just as soon as I can figure out how to get my car to run on air!"
(Beep)
"You just poked me on facebook! YOU POKED ME IN THE EAR!"
"I like it when I get likes on facebook. It's like a virtual hug! It makes me all warm inside!"
"Really?! Like.. like.. like.. like.. like.."
"Oh my gosh! My computer's going crazy!"
"Like.. Like.. Like.. Like.. Like.. like.."
"And it just stopped working. Sweet."
"Like.. Like.. Like......."
"25 facebook notifications.. 26..27..28.."
"Like.. like.. like.."
"I should probably go to work now.."
"Yeah! Have fun! Make sure your shoes match and that your underwear is on UNDER your pants! Love you! Goodbye!"
Why are we friends?
We're friends because we made the crazy planet sweet and silver out of coconuts in fourth grade, and we've been living there ever since.
We're friends because she likes the cream part of the oreo, and I like the cookie part.
We're friends because we paint on sparkles and dance around like idiots.
We're friends because we stay on the phone when someone's world is falling apart.. even though there really isn't anything to say.
We're friends because both had our first kiss with the same boy.
We're friends because we facebook stalk eachother's crushes.
We're friends because everyone in Utah knows who Toni is, and everyone in Vegas knows who Shayla is.
We're friends because we swap and share boys sometimes.
We're friends because we know eachother's secrets.
We're friends because we have a mutual understanding that Taylor Swift does, in fact, have a song for every single situation. ever.
We're friends because, even though we're hundreds of miles away, we're still on the same brainwave.
We're friends because we know that sometimes shouting things like "Hey! She wants your number!" at random boys makes magical things happen.
We're friends because getting a handful of glitter in the mail is the best way to brighten anyone's day.
We're friends because venti mocha cream based frappechinos and jamba juice can fix anything.
We're best friends because
[she's me. With glitter.]
i kinda love her.
1.15.2011
day six. my day.
Today, I had one of those lovely Saturdays that should go down in the book as just being.. the way EVERY Saturday should be.
After going to sleep around two thirty, my alarm woke me up at six. I turned it off and snuggled back into my pile of blankets to go back to sleep. Around 6:40, my mom poked her head into my room and asked if I was joining her. I popped out of bed like a piece of toast and brushed my teeth. I grabbed my running shoes and headed out the door.
The air was cool, brisk, and refreshing. The sun was up, but still low enough in the eastern sky that it was casting bright morning shadows across the ground. The leaves were dancing in the wind, and the birds were chirping cheerfully as they flew through the air.
Chatting with my friend's mom, I walked a couple miles with the ladies in the ward. It was pretty slow paced, and I thoroughly enjoyed every second of it.
Afterwards, I headed home and took a shower. Just as I was about to climb in bed for a nap, I got a text. Yes, I replied. Yes I DID want to go on an adventure. I began to get ready when I was informed that we wouldn't be leaving til four. "perfect" I thought to myself. Time for a nap!
I climbed in bed and had a texting conversation that just made me giggle. I was still smiling as I drifted off to sleep.
My phone went off and woke me up from the most refreshing nap ever. My parents were having an important discussion, so I headed off on a bike ride with my little brother. I'm glad we both decided that we needed to get out of the house, cause that bike ride was just what I needed.
There's something about flying down the bike trail on a sunny afternoon that's just beautiful. Mix that with a nice Jack Johnson, John Mayer, and Jason Mraz playlist and you're set for an afternoon of bliss. It made me feel all warm and bubbly inside.
Afterwards, I headed home to get picked up for a really fun date.
I finished the night watching a bunch of kids that I adore. We made dinner, stuck our feet in the hot tub, and quoted despicable me. After some giggles and laughs, the kids changed into their pajamas and we all climbed on the couch to curl up and watch a movie. One by one, they drifted off to sleep.
Today was lovely.
After going to sleep around two thirty, my alarm woke me up at six. I turned it off and snuggled back into my pile of blankets to go back to sleep. Around 6:40, my mom poked her head into my room and asked if I was joining her. I popped out of bed like a piece of toast and brushed my teeth. I grabbed my running shoes and headed out the door.
The air was cool, brisk, and refreshing. The sun was up, but still low enough in the eastern sky that it was casting bright morning shadows across the ground. The leaves were dancing in the wind, and the birds were chirping cheerfully as they flew through the air.
Chatting with my friend's mom, I walked a couple miles with the ladies in the ward. It was pretty slow paced, and I thoroughly enjoyed every second of it.
Afterwards, I headed home and took a shower. Just as I was about to climb in bed for a nap, I got a text. Yes, I replied. Yes I DID want to go on an adventure. I began to get ready when I was informed that we wouldn't be leaving til four. "perfect" I thought to myself. Time for a nap!
I climbed in bed and had a texting conversation that just made me giggle. I was still smiling as I drifted off to sleep.
My phone went off and woke me up from the most refreshing nap ever. My parents were having an important discussion, so I headed off on a bike ride with my little brother. I'm glad we both decided that we needed to get out of the house, cause that bike ride was just what I needed.
There's something about flying down the bike trail on a sunny afternoon that's just beautiful. Mix that with a nice Jack Johnson, John Mayer, and Jason Mraz playlist and you're set for an afternoon of bliss. It made me feel all warm and bubbly inside.
Afterwards, I headed home to get picked up for a really fun date.
I finished the night watching a bunch of kids that I adore. We made dinner, stuck our feet in the hot tub, and quoted despicable me. After some giggles and laughs, the kids changed into their pajamas and we all climbed on the couch to curl up and watch a movie. One by one, they drifted off to sleep.
Today was lovely.
1.14.2011
thank you.
Is anybody else experiencing those crazy college nightmares? The ones where you wake up in a cold sweat and can't go back to sleep?
I miss the days when I could go climb into my parents bed after I had a scary dream like that. Now, I just have to deal with it on my own. And let me tell you, these dreams are frightening. I even avoid going to sleep sometimes because they're just THAT bad. Usually sleep is an escape for me, but these things are haunting me in my dreams.
So here I am, a senior in high school, afraid to go to sleep. I'm running on energy drinks and hot chocolate. Lucky for me, I was pretty close to pulling all nighters for the past two nights with last minute make up work... so I'm sure I'll crash pretty hard.
Thank goodness for my teachers. I don't know how I ended up with such nice teachers this year, but I'm sure that I could go to ANY of them with any sort of problem and they'd be happy to help me... and many of them have. So here's a THANK YOU to all my teachers. On a blog that nobody reads.
Thank you teachers who all took my grades up from F's at the last minute! I love you!
I miss the days when I could go climb into my parents bed after I had a scary dream like that. Now, I just have to deal with it on my own. And let me tell you, these dreams are frightening. I even avoid going to sleep sometimes because they're just THAT bad. Usually sleep is an escape for me, but these things are haunting me in my dreams.
So here I am, a senior in high school, afraid to go to sleep. I'm running on energy drinks and hot chocolate. Lucky for me, I was pretty close to pulling all nighters for the past two nights with last minute make up work... so I'm sure I'll crash pretty hard.
Thank goodness for my teachers. I don't know how I ended up with such nice teachers this year, but I'm sure that I could go to ANY of them with any sort of problem and they'd be happy to help me... and many of them have. So here's a THANK YOU to all my teachers. On a blog that nobody reads.
Thank you teachers who all took my grades up from F's at the last minute! I love you!
day five. love.
Love. a strong positive emotion of regard and affection.
At least, that's what webster said.
My definition of love? I'll let you know when I figure it out.
At least, that's what webster said.
My definition of love? I'll let you know when I figure it out.
1.13.2011
day four. what I ate today.
Do you care what I ate today?
Didn't think so.
I ate food. shocker, right?
Moving on..
Now is the time of night when I sit at the kitchen table wearing fuzzy socks and drinking hot chocolate. There's nothing quite like the combination of being the only person awake at your house, and being able to enjoy the simple things in life as your family members relax.
But alas, I think I will join in their slumber for a little while, and then finish my homework tomorrow during class. At this point, I'm exhausted and unproductive.. and due to my lack of sleep, I probably don't make any sense.
So, Goodnight!
Didn't think so.
I ate food. shocker, right?
Moving on..
Now is the time of night when I sit at the kitchen table wearing fuzzy socks and drinking hot chocolate. There's nothing quite like the combination of being the only person awake at your house, and being able to enjoy the simple things in life as your family members relax.
But alas, I think I will join in their slumber for a little while, and then finish my homework tomorrow during class. At this point, I'm exhausted and unproductive.. and due to my lack of sleep, I probably don't make any sense.
So, Goodnight!
Invitation
You, my dear, are invited to Toni's semi-annual all-night procrastination party. They are held approximately one day before the deadline of all late work, and will last until school starts the next day. Energy drinks are required, and pajamas are a must. We will spend all night doing thrilling things like... Vocabulary, chapter summaries, and any form of pointless busy work that I opted not to do.
p.s. Sorry I didn't invite you to this one.. I was too busy comparing my Composition honors homework to my third grade brother's homework. We're both learning about the exact same prefixes and suffixes. Sweet. Am I smarter than a third grader? Apparently not. This just goes to prove my theory that they teach us the exact same information over and over again in the hopes that we eventually retain some of that information. I think that education officials need to realize that this isn't working. Just ask my Ceramics teacher for help on a simple math equation. She wont know what she's doing even though she, like the rest of us, had to endure over a decade of math classes.
Alas, my dear blog, I bid thee farewell. It is with much regret that I must retire to my... Yeah. Goodnight.
p.s. Sorry I didn't invite you to this one.. I was too busy comparing my Composition honors homework to my third grade brother's homework. We're both learning about the exact same prefixes and suffixes. Sweet. Am I smarter than a third grader? Apparently not. This just goes to prove my theory that they teach us the exact same information over and over again in the hopes that we eventually retain some of that information. I think that education officials need to realize that this isn't working. Just ask my Ceramics teacher for help on a simple math equation. She wont know what she's doing even though she, like the rest of us, had to endure over a decade of math classes.
Alas, my dear blog, I bid thee farewell. It is with much regret that I must retire to my... Yeah. Goodnight.
1.12.2011
day three. my parents.
Meet my mom.
By some weirdo-freakish accident, I totally skipped the whole "misunderstood teenager that hates her mother" stage in my life.
We're best friends and I love it.
I could go on for hours about her, and I'm sure that I will. eventually.
My Dad.
We have a complicated relationship.
But when it all boils down to it...
I love him. We love food. And people watching. Vegas seems to be abundant in both good food and weird people. Maybe I'll ask him on a date for Tuesday.
I have to admit.. I really miss putting on my bright pink sweater at 4 in the morning to go fishing. I don't like fishing, but I do miss being his fishing buddy.
1.11.2011
day two. first love.
I'm not actually quite sure that I've ever been in love.
Or maybe I have.. and I don't quite know what love is.
I don't really know.
So I'm going to tell you about my first crush, because truly, I don't know the first thing about love.
First Grade.
His name was Sean, and he sat in front of me in Mrs. Larsen's class. We talked, we laughed, we played. It was wonderful. One day, he even stood up in class and announced that he was going to draw a picture of me because he thought I was cute. Of course, after hearing this, my entire year was made.
I even found a Journal dated back from those days. Hidden deep inside a pooh bear diary, under lock and key was a whole page devoted to Sean. It read as follows:
"I lik Sean"
I think that meant I liked him.. although I can't be positive. Maybe I licked him. It's possible... I was a weird child.
It was great! Until a rumor spread around the first grade like a nasty cold. Kelly liked Sean, and he (Gasp) liked her back. And... Even worse. They held hands once. First grade scandal of the year.
My elementary school hopes and dreams were crushed. I've spent the rest of my life trying to get over cute little Sean.
Not really. I'm pretty sure I spotted an empty swing right after and dashed across the playground to claim it.
And that was the end of that.
Or maybe I have.. and I don't quite know what love is.
I don't really know.
So I'm going to tell you about my first crush, because truly, I don't know the first thing about love.
First Grade.
His name was Sean, and he sat in front of me in Mrs. Larsen's class. We talked, we laughed, we played. It was wonderful. One day, he even stood up in class and announced that he was going to draw a picture of me because he thought I was cute. Of course, after hearing this, my entire year was made.
I even found a Journal dated back from those days. Hidden deep inside a pooh bear diary, under lock and key was a whole page devoted to Sean. It read as follows:
"I lik Sean"
I think that meant I liked him.. although I can't be positive. Maybe I licked him. It's possible... I was a weird child.
It was great! Until a rumor spread around the first grade like a nasty cold. Kelly liked Sean, and he (Gasp) liked her back. And... Even worse. They held hands once. First grade scandal of the year.
My elementary school hopes and dreams were crushed. I've spent the rest of my life trying to get over cute little Sean.
Not really. I'm pretty sure I spotted an empty swing right after and dashed across the playground to claim it.
And that was the end of that.
1.10.2011
So long to a good friend, You will be missed.
At this time I find it necessary to bid farewell to my favorite piece of clothing.
My dear friend has aquired a big hole, and alas, I must now say my tearful goodbyes to a friend that has been there for years.
Our memories are endless.
Swimming Pools
Birthday Parties
Sleepovers
International flights
Movie Theater Bathrooms
Fence Hopping
School Dances
First Day of School
All nighters
Last Day of School
First dates
You name it, We've got a memory for it.
So long to my [un]lucky I <3 Quarterback Undies. You will be missed.
My dear friend has aquired a big hole, and alas, I must now say my tearful goodbyes to a friend that has been there for years.
Our memories are endless.
Swimming Pools
Birthday Parties
Sleepovers
International flights
Movie Theater Bathrooms
Fence Hopping
School Dances
First Day of School
All nighters
Last Day of School
First dates
You name it, We've got a memory for it.
So long to my [un]lucky I <3 Quarterback Undies. You will be missed.
toni bologna and the terrible, horrible, no good, dirty rotten, very bad day.
Okay, so I wouldn't go as far to say that it was a terrible, horrible, no good, dirty rotten, very bad day.. But things just weren't looking my way.
So I did what Toni's do to make themselves feel better.
I bought a Sharpie.
Four, actually. I bought a 4 pack of Sharpie pens, a pepsi, and an itunes gift card. Sharpie pens just make me happy. Something about the big bold lines dancing across the paper just makes my insides happy. Music always makes me feel better, and pepsi was my quick fix. I took a refreshing drink of pepsi, and then headed off to work.
Something about the rhythm of Del Taco just calms me down. The clanking of pans, the beeping of timers. It's almost a type of music in it's own way. You don't have to worry about the future or anything of importance. You just have to worry about getting that order out in 60 seconds or less and not messing it up.
Sharpie in pocket, I tackled those orders. I was already starting to feel better when one of the cooks pulled out some orange juice. It wasn't lame juice either. This was my favorite kind. Simply Orange, topped only by Naked Juice and the kind squeezed right out of an orange and into your cup.
If you know me at all, you know that I'd love to recieve flowers if I was sick or sad, but I'd be equally as happy to recieve a bottle of Simply Orange Juice, and in a weird way... that's exactly what I got.
My mood was improving big time.
An old man went through the drive thru and ordered about $10 worth of food. He was in one of those contagiously good moods and got the whole store laughing as he ordered over the intercom. I was still giggling as I told him his total at the window.
When going to give him his card back, he handed me a couple dollars. "This is for you!" He exclaimed. I smiled.
As I put his stuff in the bag, I found myself humming a little tune that was stuck in my head. We sang it at church yesterday, and I was struck at how much I could have used it earlier.
The words go like this.
" When upon life’s billows you are tempest-tossed,
When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost,
Count your many blessings; name them one by one,
And it will surprise you what the Lord has done.
My smile got bigger as I thought about the words to this song. With a huge grin, I handed the man his food. Before leaving, he slipped a twenty into my hand and winked. "Have a great new year!"
I had to conciously stop myself from skipping away from the window.
Attitude, my dears, is key. Keep that in mind.
So I did what Toni's do to make themselves feel better.
I bought a Sharpie.
Four, actually. I bought a 4 pack of Sharpie pens, a pepsi, and an itunes gift card. Sharpie pens just make me happy. Something about the big bold lines dancing across the paper just makes my insides happy. Music always makes me feel better, and pepsi was my quick fix. I took a refreshing drink of pepsi, and then headed off to work.
Something about the rhythm of Del Taco just calms me down. The clanking of pans, the beeping of timers. It's almost a type of music in it's own way. You don't have to worry about the future or anything of importance. You just have to worry about getting that order out in 60 seconds or less and not messing it up.
Sharpie in pocket, I tackled those orders. I was already starting to feel better when one of the cooks pulled out some orange juice. It wasn't lame juice either. This was my favorite kind. Simply Orange, topped only by Naked Juice and the kind squeezed right out of an orange and into your cup.
If you know me at all, you know that I'd love to recieve flowers if I was sick or sad, but I'd be equally as happy to recieve a bottle of Simply Orange Juice, and in a weird way... that's exactly what I got.
My mood was improving big time.
An old man went through the drive thru and ordered about $10 worth of food. He was in one of those contagiously good moods and got the whole store laughing as he ordered over the intercom. I was still giggling as I told him his total at the window.
When going to give him his card back, he handed me a couple dollars. "This is for you!" He exclaimed. I smiled.
As I put his stuff in the bag, I found myself humming a little tune that was stuck in my head. We sang it at church yesterday, and I was struck at how much I could have used it earlier.
The words go like this.
" When upon life’s billows you are tempest-tossed,
When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost,
Count your many blessings; name them one by one,
And it will surprise you what the Lord has done.
[Chorus]
Count your blessings;
Name them one by one.
Count your blessings;
See what God hath done.
Count your blessings;
Name them one by one.
Count your many blessings;
See what God hath done.
Count your blessings;
Name them one by one.
Count your blessings;
See what God hath done.
Count your blessings;
Name them one by one.
Count your many blessings;
See what God hath done.
Are you ever burdened with a load of care?
Does the cross seem heavy you are called to bear?
Count your many blessings; ev’ry doubt will fly,
And you will be singing as the days go by."
Does the cross seem heavy you are called to bear?
Count your many blessings; ev’ry doubt will fly,
And you will be singing as the days go by."
My smile got bigger as I thought about the words to this song. With a huge grin, I handed the man his food. Before leaving, he slipped a twenty into my hand and winked. "Have a great new year!"
I had to conciously stop myself from skipping away from the window.
Attitude, my dears, is key. Keep that in mind.
Every Girl Has Their List
Admit it. If you're a girl, you have a list. It's just natural! Heck, if we meet a new guy that we might be interested in dating.. We make a list of all of his positive attributes..
He's tall, he's smart, he's cute, he plays guitar, he sings, he's polite, he's athletic, he's funny, he cooks, he's sweet to his mom, he plays cute with kids, he has a cute smile, he's a good kisser.. Oh snap! Did I just say that last one...?
If you're a boy reading this and you know me.. I might already have a list about you. But you'll never know.
I was searching under my bed a few days ago, and I happened to find this list from last year.
My Perfect Guy:
-Handsome
- Plays/Played at least 1 sport
- Pretty Eyes
- Tall
- Shaggy (yet neat) hair or short respectable missionary hair.
- Sorta Talkative
- Outgoing
- Can make a move
- Not OVERLY flirty
- Cute with kids
- Mild Temper
- Fun to be with
- Not a perv
- Great sense of humor
- Nice Body
- Smart
- Isn't needy or obsessive
- Not Lazy
- Not a Jerk
- Creative
- Not Cocky
- Sings or Plays an instrument
- Has plans for his future
- Passes my friends approval
- Adorable
- Wont pressure me to do something I don't want to do
- Temple worthy
And a few that I'd like to add :
- Isn't afraid to help around the house
- Will at least pretend to enjoy helping in the kitchen
- Treats me like a princess
- Willing to go on crazy adventures and try new things
- Can't be afraid of roller coasters
- Must pass the oreo test
If you're not perfect, don't fret! Nobody is.
He's tall, he's smart, he's cute, he plays guitar, he sings, he's polite, he's athletic, he's funny, he cooks, he's sweet to his mom, he plays cute with kids, he has a cute smile, he's a good kisser.. Oh snap! Did I just say that last one...?
If you're a boy reading this and you know me.. I might already have a list about you. But you'll never know.
I was searching under my bed a few days ago, and I happened to find this list from last year.
My Perfect Guy:
-Handsome
- Plays/Played at least 1 sport
- Pretty Eyes
- Tall
- Shaggy (yet neat) hair or short respectable missionary hair.
- Sorta Talkative
- Outgoing
- Can make a move
- Not OVERLY flirty
- Cute with kids
- Mild Temper
- Fun to be with
- Not a perv
- Great sense of humor
- Nice Body
- Smart
- Isn't needy or obsessive
- Not Lazy
- Not a Jerk
- Creative
- Not Cocky
- Sings or Plays an instrument
- Has plans for his future
- Passes my friends approval
- Adorable
- Wont pressure me to do something I don't want to do
- Temple worthy
And a few that I'd like to add :
- Isn't afraid to help around the house
- Will at least pretend to enjoy helping in the kitchen
- Treats me like a princess
- Willing to go on crazy adventures and try new things
- Can't be afraid of roller coasters
- Must pass the oreo test
If you're not perfect, don't fret! Nobody is.
Tasty Toni
"I wonder what you taste like?" It's odd how many times I've heard this in my life from a random smattering of people. For any of you that have taken the time to bite my arm or lick my face, please enlighten me as to what I really do taste like. I really would like to know.
Anyways, I'm Toni.
I'm completely insane, but I kinda like it that way.
I suppose I'll tell you 10 things you may or may not know about me.. and then you can have a little taste of Toni.
1 - I love lists. If you were ever to look through any of my notebooks or journals, you'd find an incredible amount of lists.
Anyways, I'm Toni.
I'm completely insane, but I kinda like it that way.
I suppose I'll tell you 10 things you may or may not know about me.. and then you can have a little taste of Toni.
1 - I love lists. If you were ever to look through any of my notebooks or journals, you'd find an incredible amount of lists.
2 - I believe in 11:11 wishes, but I always say them like a prayer. More of them come true that way. Try it.
3 - I like adventures.
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| Skiing |
4 - Flamingos. I love them.
5 - I wasn't ever a very girly-girl in during my childhood. I hated barbies. Princesses weren't my thing. Now, the color that you'll see most often in my room is pink. I don't even really like the color pink all that much.
6 - I like to pretend to be artistic sometimes... I'm really not.
7 - My room is a mess. A big mess.
8 - I destroy phones like nobody's business.
9 - I wash my hands an incredibly unnecessary amount of times.
10 - I never match my socks. Ever.
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| Jack Johnson Concert |
1.09.2011
Zero. The introduction.
I like to write. a lot. But I've realized that there's certain secrets you shouldn't share with the world. I don't really think that anyone would care to learn all about the mysteries of a Toni's life, but who knows. I've decided to do this little thing so that you guys all get a fun little taste of toni.
What does a toni taste like exactly?
Day 01 – Introduce yourself with pictures and words
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – What you ate today
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your day
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A moment
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – What you wore today
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What’s in your bag
Day 13 – This week
Day 14 – What you wore today
Day 15 – Your dreams
Day 16 – Your first kiss
Day 17 – Your favorite memory
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday
Day 19 – Something you regret
Day 20 – This month
Day 21 – Another moment
Day 22 – Something that upsets you
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry
Day 25 – A first
Day 26 – Your fears
Day 27 – Your favorite place
Day 28 – Something that you miss
Day 29 – Your aspirations
Day 30 – One last moment
p.s. I didn't make up this list. I stole it from some blog that I just happened to stumble upon.
1.07.2011
Snow and Skis
My Skiing Adventure
4 a.m.
Names of future children
John Mayer look alikes
Cute Ski Instructors
Vending Machines with a sense of humor
Stalking
The Secret Elves and Oompa Loompas
Utah - My Home Planet
Nosebleed seats
Bum scooting down the slope
Laughing so hard that the tears were flowing
The "Splash Zone"
Cheesy Chins
Basically... One of the best days ever!
4 a.m.
Names of future children
John Mayer look alikes
Cute Ski Instructors
Vending Machines with a sense of humor
Stalking
The Secret Elves and Oompa Loompas
Utah - My Home Planet
Nosebleed seats
Bum scooting down the slope
Laughing so hard that the tears were flowing
The "Splash Zone"
Cheesy Chins
Basically... One of the best days ever!
love.
“God does not look on the outward appearance. I believe that He doesn’t care one bit if we live in a castle or a cottage, if we are handsome or homely, if we are famous or forgotten. Though we are incomplete, God loves us completely. Though we are imperfect, He loves us perfectly. Though we may feel lost and without compass, God’s love encompasses us completely.”
- Dieter F. Uchtdorf
I'm Toni
I'm toni.
I read.
I write.
I make videos.
I like flamingos.
I like boys.
I like socks.
I'm LDS.
Shayla is my best friend.
I'm sure you'll learn more eventually!
I read.
I write.
I make videos.
I like flamingos.
I like boys.
I like socks.
I'm LDS.
Shayla is my best friend.
I'm sure you'll learn more eventually!
Ready? Let's do this.
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