She calls it a love story, I call it awkward.

My best friend Dylan introduced me to a new rule when I moved to Vegas. It was this: The driver of the car gets to choose what music is played during the car ride. Now that I'm driving, I have to agree that this has some potential for being the best rule ever. Although at the time, I didn't like the rule. What if the driver has horrible taste in music?

Now, several times on dates, my date would hand me his ipod while he was driving. I thought this was pretty fair. His ipod means that you get to choose out of his music. Your musical taste is bound to overlap SOMEWHERE, right?

So, the driver gets dibs unless they're on a date. We agree that this is good, right?

So here's the thing that's wrong with my car: It doesn't have an ipod plug, so I have to use CDs in order to get quality music. (the radio does nothing for my subs) Doing so, I have to have some good mixes, making it hard for the passenger to select the song if I surrender my rights and appoint them as temporary DJ. This is when we get the awkward moments where your passenger doesn't know your music.

Now, if you have a polite passenger, they'll smile and nod their head on beat while listening to your music. They might get really excited if they recognize something and start singing, and they might decide they like a song and add it to their music collection when they get home. Or they'll just pretend like they enjoy it while secretly suffering in silence.

But if your passenger is more..... assertive, you might find them trying to change the song if they don't recognize it, insulting each song as they go.

This is the point when you might get so frustrated that you want to pull off to the side of the road and tell them to get their own car.

As is what happened the other day. A boy was in the passenger seat of my car and one of my other female classmates was in the back. Apparently he didn't like any of my songs, cause he would reach forward to change the song about every 22.6 seconds.

An unfortunate thing about this situation is that my car is a stick shift, meaning that I have to reach my hand over to switch gears about once every 11.3 seconds. Seeing as the boy's hand would be in the same vicinity as my hand when I was changing gears about 50 percent of the time, we were bound to collide occasionally, making the whole thing a very awkward situation.

I lost count of how many times I went to grab the gearshift and grabbed his hand instead.

Kiffyn seems to think that it was the start of a blossoming romance.

I would have to disagree.

what about you?

wisdom

I'm feeling rather inspired.

just do it.

It doesn't really matter

Dear Red Light Runners,

Running red lights is a dangerous thing to do. It's had some bad outcomes in the past including a little thing called ending peoples lives. Plus, you nearly gave me a heart attack when you almost hit my car. I didn't really appreciate that. Pay more attention next time.
Love, the girl that refused to drive for over two years because of people like you.

how to enjoy yourself the day of senior prom {without a date}

Didn't get asked to Senior Prom?

Feeling pretty crappy about yourself?

Don't worry about it, just follow these instructions.

(very carefully)

1 - Borrow all of your dresses out to friends who DO have dates. They need to look pretty, and you're the same size. Wearing an expensive dress only once is kinda dumb anyways.. Let someone else enjoy it. 

2 - Spend the night before with friends. Scale a building or two. Chase ducks. (Or watch your friends climb buildings and chase ducks)

3 -  Sleep In. You deserve it. (Not too late though, cause that will be a waste of a perfectly good Saturday.)

4 - Go pick up one of your friends that's already graduated.

5 - Let her convince you that Prom really isn't THAT cool since she's older and wiser.

6 - Clean the Kitchen.

7 - Bake.

8 - Eat your creations. All of them. (or maybe not all of them)

9 - go to work.

10 - Organize the hot sauce. Make sure they're all facing the same direction.

(Don't forget to take a crappy camera phone picture while your fellow employees laugh at you)

11 - Celebrate the fact that the world DIDN'T end with a couple cute boys from a deathcore-metal band that you haven't heard of. Flirt with them, but not too much since they'd really be more attractive without so much metal in their face.

12 - Blast the music in your car as you drive home to go to sleep.

graduation announcements

Please vote, which do you choose?

option one

option two

option three

it's a bum kind of day.

so much homework.

so overwhelmed.

friends that don't want to spend time with me.

no money.

no prom date.

no "real" plans after high school.

{which is a huge deal because I ALWAYS like to have a plan,}

oh yeah, and if that's not enough, the world's ending tomorrow.

psh.

yay for false prophets.

i'm in love, and I don't care who knows it.

If I could only name one thing that I love about my father, it would be his taste in music. I look forward to the days when I end up with a new mix in the CD player in my car. I can always count on him to put together some beautiful songs that sound splendid with the bass system in little izzy. 

Since he often introduces me to songs that I absolutely love, I thought I'd make a little list of songs that I thoroughly enjoy listening to. Enjoy.

just heard this one today

roll down your windows and drive in the mountains listening to this. I dare you.

please disregard all language and non-mormon references. this song is just too dang catchy.

tell me you don't love this song.

I love Haley. I will buy her CD the second it comes out.

I am in love with Casey. facial hair and all.

gaga oooh la la.

I really love this song. a lot.

yess.

if you know what I mean..

about a boy and a girl tryin to take on the world one kiss at a time.

aww.

Oh, scotty. you're delicious.

jack johnson. words can't describe how much i love his music.

I don't think there's a CD in my car that doesn't have John Mayer on it.

i. am. in. love.

{with this playlist}

left&right;

Oh, Helen.

lovely weekend.

thursday - Rylea appreciation day. thrifting. panda express. drooling. swimming. nertzing. party til 4 am. on a school night. Such a rebel. all you need is love.

friday - managed to get up for school. starbucks. yellow pants & suspenders. awesome date with an awesome boy.

saturday - up way too early. bad news that lead to a much needed nap. pictures with my favorite teacher, Mrs. Emily Goodsell. She didn't lie. Her husband, Mr. B.Rad Goodsell, is an attractive man. 

I stole this from her facebook. Obviously, they're the cutest couple ever. Now I feel creepy.

Apparently, Goodsell talked to her mom about taking my pictures. This is how Goodsell said the conversation went:

"Mom, is it weird that I'm driving my former student into the middle of the desert?"

"When you put it that way, yes it is."

Ignoring the strange situations, I think we ended up with some pretty awesome pictures from the adorable Ghost town that was definitely in the middle of the desert.

  More to come. Very soon.

Sunday - Church, always lovely. and work, usually not so lovely. red velvet pops.


Here's to hoping this week will be as good as the past weekend. 

Have a lovely week.

make a little love

"Mom, I want a little sister."

"That's not going to happen, mom's too old."

"C'mon, you just gotta make a little love!"

"What does that mean?"

"Kissing."

Gotta love nine year olds.

just a little sample of senior pictures: part two

Rylea is my new favorite person.

Check these out. 

What do you think?

"Is it your hair? I dunno.. You just look really good today!"

Today, I woke up at the grand old time of 6:15. I had to be out of the house by 6:35. I brushed my teeth, threw on my new clothes and cowboy boots, and left to school. No makeup, no hair, no nothing.

During psychology, I realized that there was a tag poking me from inside my shirt. I had TOTALLY forgotten to take it off. Instead of embarrassing myself by pulling it off during class, I decided to sneak off to the bathroom after the teacher finished the lesson. It didn't take me long to forget about it once I got sucked into the documentary about serial killers.

Throughout the day, I got several comments on how great I looked. It made me laugh since I had spent a grand total of five minutes getting ready and fifteen eating breakfast. Obviously you can see where my priorities are...

I was feeling rather down later, so I went on a tweeting rant about lots of different things that I felt the need to complain about. My best friend Dylan was the only one that replied. I informed him that I loved him, and that I was on my way over with treats.

When I got there, he told me how great I looked, and quickly shoved a the chocolate cake balls I brought him into his mouth. His mom supported my new business and bought five cake balls, asking me to deliver them later.

As I told Dylan about how long I'd taken to get ready, Vince seemed amazed. Amazed enough that he was distracted from Brink (which I might sneak over to Dylan's house to play after work tonight.) Daniel just glared at me and asked why I hadn't brought him cake balls.

I went back home, and told my mom about the incredible day I'd had since I'd received so many compliments. She smirked and told me what it REALLY was. I was wearing my cowboy boots, which also happen to have a heel. Heels make your boobs and butt look better. Oh, duh.

I returned to Dylan's house with his mom's requested cake balls, only to have Dylan comment on my pants. "Are those new? I really like them!" I smiled. "Oh yeah?" Do they make my butt look good?" He laughed and replied, "Toni, I love you, but I'm not going to look at your butt."

As I was talking to Dylan, I realized that I was still wearing the price tags on the inside of my shirt. I removed them, and Dylan looked confused. Price tags are a new fashion statement, didn't you know?

I really want to play Brink. I should probably wear heels more often.
Maybe if I did I'd have a prom date.

Anyone know where I can take a "How to walk like a lady 101" class?

I suppose you could call me a baby snatcher...

Today was mother's day, meaning the primary got up to sing during sacrament meeting. I, of course, took the opportunity to steal the baby that was sitting patiently in the row in front of me while his mother was directing the elementary aged children.

A few minutes later, as I was sitting there holding this adorable baby, I noticed some goldfish landing on the ground in between my feet. They were coming from one of the children on the row in front of me. I giggled silently. As I was about to clean up the pile of fish, a hand reached out from under the pew to grab one. The unmistakable crunching sound of the snack being eaten soon followed.

I'm sure the expression on my face was quite priceless as I watched this little event unfold on the ground of the chapel. Somewhere between disgust and amusement. One by one, as the fishy crackers were picked up by a little hand and pulled under the pew to be eaten, I contemplated whether I should stop the child. I couldn't decide, so I just let him continue. 

I smiled as I saw the little hand have to reach so far for one of the scattered fish that the rest of the child followed. He looked up at me, realizing that he was busted. When he saw my amused smile, he smiled back and offered me the half squished cracker in his little hand. I politely declined and he quickly ate it. 


Later, I guess my mom had a  discussion with a little girl in our ward that I have recently become best friends with. I believe she is 4 years old. Their discussion? That I need a man. Apparently my mom thinks that by age 18, I should AT LEAST be engaged, if not married for time and all eternity. (My Mom also mentioned that there was an attractive RM in the building, by poking me REALLY hard during the sacrament and whispering in an extremely loud tone.. She has no inside voice. We're not mentioning names since this isn't a private blog.) They came to the decision that I should just marry Justin Bieber. Oh, of course. Why didn't I think of that?

I adore kids. So much.

Best. Hiding Place. Ever.

She fell asleep in the middle of the floor. Too cute.

Christmas break with the Hendricks kids? Love it.

And as I'm writing this, I can think of a million stories to tell you guys, but they're going to have to wait for later. Instead, please enjoy this video clip of a baby that I don't even know, but find adorable.

and just for kicks, here's another one.

Is there anything cuter than a babies laugh? Nah, didn't think so.

 Anyways..
Happy Mother's day 

I'll talk more about my mom later. She's quite splendifferous.

Shayla, this one's for you.

Today in relief society, the lesson was on missionary work. It was an AMAZING lesson.

 I hope these tickle your funny bone as much as they tickled mine. enjoy.

blog babies and marriage proposals

It seems as if I've convinced the best friend to join the blogging world.

Shayla is currently waiting for her missionary to return home to her, and I suggested that she blog about the experience. So you know what she did? She created a blog. This means I have two blogs named after me.

toni made me

and

toni with glitter

I have to admit, this makes me feel rather special. I'm not sure how these girls feel about their blogs, but I know that the more time I put into mine, the more I love it.

It's my own creation.

I made it, therefore, I love it in an almost motherly way.

It's like my blog baby,

and my best friends named their blog babies after me!

Anyways,

as I was getting ready for work today, I decided to call Shayla. We made wedding plans since people seem to be assuming that she's secretly engaged. Some rather exciting ideas that are in the works for this imaginary wedding are 

.the eiffel tower

.a giant jumphouse

.quality cuisine catered from del taco

.dancing down the aisle

.a bleached peacock feather dress

.50 tiered cake

.skydiving

.jetpacks

.pin the tail on the donkey

and

.interpretive dancing

Obviously I'm a little excited for this imaginary wedding to be taking place. I believe she said the colors were lime green and burnt orange. Plan your life accordingly.

p.s. She said that even though I'm the maid of honor, (meaning my dress should probably match the wedding colors) she's letting me wear a bring purple dress just to spice things up. I need to go imaginary purple dress shopping. Anyone in? 

My first kiss went a little like this...

Were you expecting a story about my first kiss? That, my friends, is classified information. Heck, how do you even know that I've even had my first kiss?

I suppose that it's possible that I could tell you the story of my first kiss another day, but today is not that day.

So, with that said, enjoy this lovely little video clip.

It's quite adorable.

Senior Pictures. Part One.

 

 

What do you think?