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5.10.2011
"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?
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?
5.09.2011
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.
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.
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| Best. Hiding Place. Ever. |
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| 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
Happy Mother's day
I'll talk more about my mom later. She's quite splendifferous.
5.08.2011
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.
5.07.2011
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.
5.05.2011
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