Some people never learn...aka The Butterfinger.

One day I was eating a Butterfinger candy bar. I had set it on the counter for a minute while I was doing something else. When I picked it up I saw that there were some Butterfinger crumbs on the counter. I ate them and to my surprise they were crusty dry old cheese. Later I was watching a move and I set my Butterfinger bar on the coffee table. After I picked it up I saw that there were some chocolate crumbs so I picked them up and ate them. Much to my surprise it was dirt. I didn't eat a butter finger again for a long time.

True Love

As my mom walked by my dad she bent to give him a kiss. My dad looked back to see what she was doing and burped right in her face. My mother was surprised and blinked a few times and then she kissed him anyways. Now that's true love.

You can't buy memories like that.

The snake river will never be the same again.

This was my first experience white water rafting and now I'm in love. Kiersten invited me to join her in this adventure and her ward payed for it (thanks again!). The first time down was rather uneventful, I even was able to keep my hat on! It was like a little jaunt nothing too exciting happened. Except for some "oar wars" when our paddling was off.

Rafting pictures of the 9:30am ride:

https://www.snakeriverphotos.net/findphotos.asp?InfoID=40098

http://snakeriver.elevationimaging.com/cgi-bin/category.cgi?&category=639386

Oh but the second time down was another story all together. I was the lucky girl who got to be the head rower on the left. My job was to set the pace so to speak. In my opinion it was the best position and I recommend it highly. When we got to the calm mile we were able to jump out of the boat and swim in the balmy 57 degree water. I actually wanted to jump in but I didn't want to make anyone lug my 225lb body back into the boat. So Kiersten, being the great friend that she is, pulled me in by force. Clinging to a hand grip and yelling "no no no no no" didn't deter her in the slightest. It took about 4 people to get me back in, it was quite an experience. As I lay panting half in the boat and half on the side I realised that these people probably hate me now (or those who dragged me in). So I broke the awkwardness by saying "I'd like to thank all the little people who've made this possible." Much to my relief everyone laughed. The first time I fell out I was the only one. All of a sudden I was in the water and there was a foot in my face. I remember wondering "why is there a foot in my face?" and then I had a short panic when I thought that the boat would run me over. I could hear the guide calling "where is she?" and then seeing me clinging to the front of the boat she called for others to pull me in. My life vest was pulled up over my head and I almost stuck my head through the arm hole. It was pulled back over my head and tightened so much that it acted as a girdle/suffocation device. I had lost my hat. Unfortunately there isn't a picture of that one. Later we hit the big kahuna. A total of 3 people fell out on that one. Two girls were "riding the bull" on the prow of the ship and one flew out taking the right lead rower with her and the other one...well you can see her feet in the air falling back into the boat. I look like I'm leisurely climbing out of the boat but in reality I was flung against my will. One minute I was in the boat and the next I was thinking "what am I doing in the water?" I was quite shocked by this turn of events. Then I thought "what is this thing in my hand? A paddle what do I need that for?" It was then that I realised that I needed to swim back to the boat. I am still proud of my self for hanging onto my paddle. I shoved it towards Kiersten and she handed me hers. When my boat mates stopped laughing at losing three of us they pulled me back into the boat. I had been pulled into a mess of bodies and I remained in a "V" position with my feet sticking out of the boat for what seamed an eternity, it turns out that your back doesn't like to make a "V" shape when you are tummy down with your feet in the air and your head up too. I was so cold that I couldn't move. I remember a girl kindly offering me her seat but I was powerless to gain it. Eventually I was able to get up and sit down. I would do it all again in a heart beat.

Now for the exciting ones from the 11:30 ride:

https://www.snakeriverphotos.net/findphotos.asp?InfoID=40136

http://snakeriver.elevationimaging.com/cgi-bin/category.cgi?&category=639572

This morning I have many "pretty" bruises, even some on my hands I didn't hit any rocks sooo...water must be harder than I thought.

Toes are a terrible thing to waste

A recent misadventure, involving trying to sit on a bench, has brought home to me the importance of toes. I walked toward a bench/love seat on my parent's back porch and stubbed my pinkie toe it didn't hurt more than usual but I do remember thinking that it "crunched". This little accident, which happens to me all the time but is not limited to benches, resulted in a broken pinkie toe. I now have a purple and slightly swollen toe, and you bet this little guy has seen better days. I have stubbed my toes many many times on various "torture" devices but I haven't done it so well as to break a bone until yesterday. A slight limp and a dull ache are the results not too bad considering that a bone was snapped. But this incident has brought home to me how important my toes are. They help me balance, pick things up off the ground without having to bend over and other various purposes. The worst part is that when your toes don't feel good you can't do as many fun things, like hiking with your sisters in the morning, as you were able to before they were out of commission. The funny thing is that I avoid doing "dangerous" things so that I won't get hurt. But it turns out that trying to sit on a porch is what did my toe in. I guess I should just go out and live a little since I get hurt anyways. I should go and do much more wild and dangerous things and possibly break other members of my body but at least I would have some fun!

"Important" news stories pertaining to my major

As a psychology major I couldn't help but post links to these videos:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQ7J7UjsRqg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J6j-KiehBj4
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cpwVN7mJfMA

I hope you enjoy it as much as I did...keep in mind that the onion is NOT a real news station!

Yummy Food

I ate a delicious lunch today and felt the need to share.

I took a low carb high fiber tortilla (yes it was good I promise) and smeared a goodly amount of hummus (that I made myself-yes I'm very proud) and topped it with green olives, white onion, lettuce and spinach. Okay it may not be every one's cup of tea, but I thought it was rather tasty!

Mission Plans

I just talked to my bishop today about getting started on my mission paperwork. I still need to wait a few months but I am way psyched. It's funny how a little comment made by this same bishop not too long ago sparked my desire to serve a mission. I just found out today that there is no age limit for women who want to serve a mission. I thought it was 30, but I thought wrong. Every time I start to plan when I want to go I choose an earlier date. I've gone from: when I finish school (4-ish years from now), to next fall, to April, to March 1st...who knows when I'll decide to go next!?

"I forget"...a story about my amazing memory

One morning I woke up with a pain in my left hip/but. I decided that I would investigate and found an enormous bruise, by enormous I mean at least 8in. in diameter. It was puffy, dark and very tender. As I puzzled over how I could have gotten such a large bruise I decided to call my sister. I was joking with her about how I hurt myself all the time and am always finding mystery bruises. I said "I mean I could probably fall down the stairs and forget all about (eyes widening at sudden realization)......I fell down the stairs and I totally forgot about it, that's how I got this bruise!" My memory is amazing.