5.17.2011
5.15.2011
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.
Apparently, Goodsell talked to her mom about taking my pictures. This is how Goodsell said the conversation went:
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.
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.
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| 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.
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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.
5.13.2011
just a little sample of senior pictures: part two
Rylea is my new favorite person.
Check these out.
What do you think?
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.
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