Story of Our Lives

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Jiffy?... I think not!

Just the other day.. April 15th (the tax day deadline to be in fact) My mother and myself took my car to the jiffy lube.  Unfortunately my oil was leaking and I needed to fix it.  So my mother and myself drove my car to the jiffy lube and explained to the young smoker (not smoker as in attractive, smoker as in a chimney) the issue with my car.  He told me that he would take a look at my car and try to fix the problem.  So another man does a miss america wave to wave me forward into the garage part of the jiffy lube.  They pop open my hood and start yelling random numbers and put a vacuum in my hood and doing a lot of things i cant put on the www.  30 minutes later a man comes and told me that the last time my oil had been changed they put something in crooked.  So he said it would just take a few minutes and it would be fixed.  Well meanwhile.. my mom is literally going loony in the seat next to me.  She begins singing songs that I dont even understand.  She starts txting me even though i am sitting right next to her.  The exact txt read "Hey ho"  I do not find this kind of talk appropriate.  Then she sent me a picture of these little kids' butts, i wish i could explain but i have nothing.  It was frightening. This is where it gets tricky.. they shut the doors in front of us.. no one is around.. we are all by ourselves.  No one is helping us or working on my car.  WE WERE BEING HELD HOSTAGE IN THE DAN JIFFY LUBE.  Picture my mother singing and shouting explicits in a very tiny space.  To the right you will see this is my mother and myself sitting in the jiffy lube crying because we are stuck!! Well my brother calls and my mom his hysterical and shouts into the phone "i'm stuck in the jiffy lube and we wanna go home, we are hungry (i don't know the importance of the hungry part but she said it)"  So the next thing we know Reagan is at the jiffy lube and is yelling and raising all sorts of cain (hope that is the right phrase).  He is like you better give full compensation and this is racial inequality and stuff.. ok so i made that part up..  but seriously we were like where the heck did he come from.  But alas.. he got us out of the jiffy lube after we were there for 2 hours! and we didn't pay a cent.  I got new oil and they fixed the part in my car and i paid nothing!  What an experience.  The moral of this story is.. my mom gets loony in confined spaces and my brother can get things for free.  

One time i went to a photo seminar at SLCC and i forgot to check where it was being held so i just guessed. In the end i was just running around sweating nevous buckets of sweat and tring to keep myself from just going home. In the end i stayed in the bathroom until i heard people outside, right when i went out i saw my friends and was totally relieved. They all teased me for hiding in the bathroom for the first part of the seminar but it ended up being great. That was when i fell in love with a large format camera! I will get one one day, even if poleriod is out of buisiness! The end of my random memory.

This weather is already getting me down. I haven't had a sunny birthday forever.

Okay

I especially love the flavor of a young handicapped child

What Color Are You?

White:  The peacemaker.  You choose to park far away from others, pulling all the way through to avoid backing out.  Cars clustered together give you anxiety, so you would rather park in an entirely different parking area than search for a spot.  If there is one available spot, and you see another car coming toward it, you would rather give up than deal with potential controversy.  Your dream is to one day never need to leave your house.

Red:  Parking stalls are a status symbol.  You will pay extra money for better parking.  You are a stall-hunter, waiting behind a potential opening, and marking your prey by using your blinker.  You strive for employee of the month just for the parking spot.  Your dream is to one day be successful enough to have your own reserved parking stall.

Yellow:  Parking stall lines are merely suggestions to you.  You often find yourself taking up multiple stalls, but only because you are unaccustomed to rigidity and find that the lines restrict your parking creativity.  Your signature move is to park 5 feet in front of the door with your hazards on, as an act of courtesy toward those maneuvering around you.  Your dream is to one day be able to park inside buildings.

Blue:  Parking is relative.  Whether there be 8 stalls, or 1000 stalls, your mood of the day is dependent on where, in relation to others, you parked.  You feel it a personal offense when others park closer to the building than you.  You arrive to work early, sometimes hours early, just to score the best spot.  You will sometimes move your car closer during lunch hour, and it will be the highlight of your day.  Your dream is to one day park in a parking lot in which every stall is equidistant from the entrance.

I am most definately white!!!

Happy .......

Birthday!!! This is a short shout out to lexi. who is now [age] years old.I always forget her birthday, like i really forget and put it down on my calendar wrong every year. And even if we joke about it before I still somehow manage to forget what day it is.  Holla at yo' boi!!! You are cool. The End

Dont mind the person on the right. she is just another old friend of ours. 

Here is us at Girls Camp.

And us at Las Vegas for our birthdays.

And here at our first dances

On our cruise

In St. George

 My Chinese New Year party.

In St. George again

Happy Birthday!!

The Best Kind of Prize is a SURPRISE!!!

So the other day it was Lexi and my's (?) best friend of 18 years birthday and her boyfriend decided that we must make a surprise party for her. And thus we did! She is living at her uncle's grandma's house or something like that right now so Lexi and I were able to decorate the entire house :)  The house was and is the cutest thing in the entire world! I felt like I had stepped back into some magical place that was full of cute wallpaper and orange floral couches! 

This was the wallpaper in the bathroom and I had to take a picture. Yeah I had the camera in the bathroom....and thus I had to take one of these.

But Lexi and I were able to get in the house after a long and winding course to get all the keys for the house. This is lexi and me doing our thing

Lexi can't go without confetti and I can't go without balloons and streamers. We are just so happy to be decorating!

Once Chalise finally came home we surprised her and I somehow forgot to take a picture of her face, but oh well. Her boyfriend got her the cutest disney Cinderella and lots of candles!

Then the party began as Lexi wanted to be fully covered in the confetti

and no party would be a party without a few group photos

This is our group!! And of course the cutting of the cake and smashing it in the face by your love is always something you do on the day of your birth? Right?

RIGHT! Please note the inch thick confetti that is lining the carpet. That is how us [home town] girls roll! Thank you very much! Happy Birthday Chal and have a wonderful year of being old!

I can't believe she talked me into this!

Why hello fellow bloggers.. I can say that now because I am now one of you!  Let me introduce myself with a little story...

Once upon a time, in a far away land, there lived a girl by the name of Dexi (the name has been changed for privacy).  Dexi has a bffe whose name is Dass (name has also been changed for privacy).  Dass loves to blog and write silly stories all day long, and Dexi does not.  They are like yin and yang, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid, Randy and Diane.. etc.  One day Dass decided that she and Dexi should have a joint blog.. Dexi at the time was eating an ice cream sandwich and was totally out of her mind.  She agreed.  Now she must join a world she never fully understood and hope to be accepted among the bloggers.  The end.

Ok so that is how this started.  What can I say, I am a blogger.. word!

At Least I Am Not Running Into Things

I hate introductions. Another thing I have learned to hate is the first post of a blog. I feel like they are supposed to set up this awesome life and tell how stinking cool I am. I especially don't like them because I already have done one of these....and I don't even remember what I did. I think I didn't even introduce myself, which is weird. Like am I supposed to act like I have had a blog for all my life and just start off where I am at or should I start from the beginning? Then again identity theft is pretty big these days and giving away things like the fact that I could listen to U2 every minute of my life and be fulfilled might be a little sketchy. Another thing that I don't like about it is that whole meeting thing. I am super shy and not only that I really have nothing to say. I have actually devoted a whole post about that so we wont go into great detail, but really all i will say is my name and I am fully content. The End. 

So..I am going to just say that if you want to know me, well read my other blog or read this one, but I am approximately 96% sure that mostly people don't really care or already know as much as I want them to know about me. So take that for what it is worth and I will let lexi introduce herself in the way she pleases.

The End