step inside my car right now.

Today while at jiffy lube i took the time to take inventory of the things in my car that make it possible for me to be a ski bum. i thought i'd share this with you. (i dont know why it's really all i have to talk about)

when i ski.. my face goes numb... and i smile like i just got out of the dentist. this is a picture i took to show you how funny my face looks i cant really even smile... its weird. Yesterday was wonderful, i played at canyons all morning with my buddy pete then went and played at sundance for a bit.* 3 sets of peace earings.

* 2 pairs of ski socks. One clean one not so much.

* Canyons pass, Park City pass, Sundance pass

* 2 pairs of ski pants.

* 2 ski coats

* 1 steezy ski vest

* 1 Neck Gator

* 1 Flannel shirt to add steezz if needed.

* 2 pairs of jeans ya never know what we will do after skiing!

* 3 Extra tee shirts. One for skiing and two for work in the ski shop after work.

*2 beanies one for steeze one for warmth.

* 2 sets of base layers... That need to be washed.

* 1 Helmet

* 3 pairs of headphones

* Ski boots

* Poles

* Iron and wax and scraper

*Gloves

* Deoderant

* a box of all the random thing i find in my car that i

don't know where to put (my organized chaos box)

* 4 chapsticks.

* Body and face lotion.

* 3 pairs of shoes. Not sure why.

* Sweats never sure where i'll be crashing.

*Oatmeal packets

*2 boxes of advil. and I don't even take pills. It's for the people I ride with.

Yeah.. it sounds like madness... and it is, but it's kinda really fun.

My heart.

my heart is a little too big for my own good.

my head is a little too full to think

my feet are a little too busy

my fingers are a little too cold. (always)

my legs are a little too sore.

my arms are a little too puny.

my wrists are a little too small.

my intentions are a little too good.

my life is a little too crazy.

my car is a little too messy.

my friends are a little too forgiving.

my skin is a little too dry.

my laugh lines are a little too prominent.

my stomach is a little too hungry.

my soul is a little too unsettled.

my spirit is a little too bright.

i'm satisfied with life and stinkin happy.

here real quick

I think my last post was my 300th post. geez. that's so friggin many. i think i will end this blog soon and switch to a different one, or not.

you NEVA know whacha gunna get witht his kid!

I went and saw avatar. gosh it was amazing. i thought surely i will hate this film. but just like everyone has said. i left the theater in love with a 10 foot tall blue man leaving my date a little jealous. of course he left in love with a 10ft tall blue woman as well. maybe we can double. now if only i can find a way to make jake sulley fall in love with me so thati can become one of them and live there. it'd be nice to get out of this smog and not use oxygen. i think i'd make a really nice looking Na'vi.

wow.. i am a nerd. i didn't think i would get this bad.. at least i'm not as bad as my friend andy.

On other news..

My knee is better. I took it out for a spin monday night and it was pretty tender but felt good enough to take it out tuesday. Tuesday morning we all show up at parks, groggy and tired and some of us cranky pants (cough) stein) and we drove up to canyons.

we took a few runs i tried the boxes and such fun things and got a nice bruise on my hip and other knee. but them we moved on to jumps and i nailed my 180. it's a big deal for me. i was stoked. i've been ready to move on to 360's since before i could even go over a jump but my coach, stein, says i'm not ready yet, like he's my jedi master. so i listen and nailed a lot more 180's and next time i'll work on my 3's.

maybe that made no sense to you. basically i'm getting better and better at skiing and my knee is healed (for the most part)

welp! see ya later!

the bruises i chooses.

Lately I have been pushing myself to the limit in almost every aspect of my life. As you know I have an "unhealthy" addiction to skiing.

I have this insane desire to be come better then I am. I need to push myself further and harder than ever before. So I put myself in situations where I am around the people who I feel are better than me. Whether that is at skiing, handling stress, having fun or being mature. I like to analyze how these people do things a little better and then put them into my life and adjust them to how I would like them to be in my life. Does that make sense?

If you hadn't noticed I like to ski a great deal. Each morning while heading out to the mount as I pull on my base layers I notice all the bruises on my legs. I'm famous for running into desks, walls, tripping, trying new tricks in the terrain park... and all of these are reasons for the 10+ bruises on my legs. The largest on my knee is from my second attempt at a one eighty last week. As I took off at the top of the park headed for the jump, I felt confident, I had been taught how to correctly take of and jump and land safely. I got closer and closer to the jump. I speed checked twice and I was airborne. I looked ahead and realized... wow, i am quite high right now, this distracted me which caused me to only commit half way (90 degree turn doesn't go well on the snow). I landed hard on my right knee causing it to swell quickly and my right ski flew off. The brake didn't catch and it executed the second jump nicely. I rolled a couple times and hopped up. My good buddy stein and I searched for 20 minutes and then I tried to ski down with one ski. (MUCH HARDER then I expected.) Stein being the amazing skier he is said simply, "here you hold our poles and the ski and I'll carry you down." if you haven't met me then you don't know how stubborn and independent I am. But if you have met me... you are probably already way too aware of this. I refused several time but fortunately stein is equally stubborn and forced me to before I injured my left knee. He picked me up by the waist and did exactly as he said. He ski/carried me down the mountain. It was about the first minor bump that I realized I hadn't taken my morning pee. Then another bump. and another. Not only that but we looked ridiculous. So I was laughing. I screamed back at him while bulleting down a hill, "stein, I need to pee...STEIN I going to pee!!!!" he assured back, “we’re not stopping. And if you pee on my I'm dropping you. Hold it." we got to the bottom and I didn't wet myself. {Congratulations to me.} Stein went back up and took six runs to look for the ski while I relieved myself and went to get my other pair of skis in the car. We met up with no sign of the ski. We skied the rest of the day and I landed my 180 three times after that. {what up now foo.}

So yesterday was a weird day. I slept in Provo, as I have been doing a great deal of lately due to the season. I woke up early to go meet my pals at the meeting place, parks. We headed up the canyon around 8 to go play in the 6 inches of new snow at Sundance. I was pretty excited to go with these boys. They are amazing skiers and I look up to them immensely. I am a fairly new skier (you'd never guess with my enthusiasm would ya) and so this is only my second season skiing powder. And naturally I went with some of the best skiers because for some reason I think I should be able to do what they do. I was changing my tunes and as I looked up as we got to the top of back mountain on arrowhead lift it was a white out. Completely white. I couldn't see too much in front of me. We got to the top and we headed over to Bishops bowl. It was a favorite run of mine last season. They jumped in and they took off. I jumped in after them and tried to keep up {bad idea} I struggled a great deal with trying to figure out how to handle my new powder skis and my not so perfect form. I made it down half way and got going to fast for my own comfort, I made a quick turn to the right and my left ski front tip caught into the powder, that ski stayed still while the other kept going which caused my left leg to twist undesirably. I panicked for a moment but only a quick one. I needed to "keep up" with the group because I want them to invite me to come play again. So I hopped out of the painful position and I skied down to meet up with them. It was painful and I prolly shouldn't have done it but... hello... this is me we're talking about. I met up with them and told them I was going to take a break from a few runs. I sat at the top and as I sat there I let all those crazy thoughts of "season ending injury" get to me and as I cried I was feeling very grateful for my new "no fog' smith I/Os goggles. As I met them at the top after they had taken several runs in Far East I got a pretty big lump in my throat feeling quite bad for myself not being able to go with them. I told them I was going to go to Front Mountain and see if I can take runs up there. Well it turns out I could only turn one way so I just met my buddy on ski patrol at the bottom. We got hot chocolate and hung out for a while. The boys finished and they came down very happy from a good long day of skiing. I was stoked for them.

So now I sit in the Orthopedic surgeons office I work in waiting for doc to look at my knee to tell me if I’ve lost this season. You should say a prayer for me because this is sad news.

this song make my heart jump. super high.

taking things to new heights

It appears I'm not perfect. surprised? me too.


i've made a little list of things that i've noticed have made me imperfect that i would like to work on improving for this next year.

this year, i promise to eat. (more than toast)

this year, i will not to let my fingernail polish to get yucky looking.

this year, i shall moisturize my skin. so i don't bring truth to my nickname ali-gator.

this year i will learn to say no. (or at least learn to accept i can't do it all so i don't let people down)

this year, i'll will not allow anyone to call me a flake. (and by that i mean follow my resolution #4)

this year, i will to learn to admit when i'm wrong. (that's going to be more difficult then you'd think)

this year, i will delete my facebook UPDATE: i deleted my facebook account. yippeeee.

this year, i will learn to stay calm. no stressing out. I learned this very good lesson from my friend andy. maybe i took it too far when he gave it to me around finals time and i just thought, ok, don't stress... ok i just wont stress about my finals... so i didn't study.

this year, i will only buy ten more plaid shirts. ish.

this year, i will not worry about pleasing anyone with my skiing other than myself. so often i worry that i'm not up to par with the people i ski with. I enjoy myself up there. i will quit worrying about impressing people.

this year, i will continue my struggle with getting freckles and a beard and dimples. i'm trying really hard. but in the mean time i will try to not beat myself up over it while i work on it.

this year, i will attempt to limit my plate purchasing to a low roar.

this year, i will calm my temper while on the road... for the most part.

this year, i will not let my lips get chapped.

this year, i will speak my mind. especially when i don't want to.

this year, i will replace my windshield wipers when they are broken, not just duck tape them back together and i will keep my windshield wiper fluid full... not just use the squeegee thingy at the gas station.

this year, i will not overreact to things i don't want to hear.

this year, i will let people know when i love them and before it's too late.

this year, i will be a better sister, daughter and friend.

this year, i will memorize more shakira and beyonce dance moves then you even thought was possible. and i can't wait to show them to you. ask me. i prolly will.

This is my buddy peter. He introduced me to skiing. If you're smart you will ask him all of your questions related to skiing. i hope that i can be as smart as him about it one day. But not only that. He introduced me to his passion for skiing and for this i owe him a lot. He taught me to love winter, he taught me to find a passion in my own life. This is something i wasn't sure i was capable of. Not only that, he is one of the most forgiving people i have ever met. and i owe him a big thank you, for being a true friend especially when he didn't have to be. I'm grateful for people like him in my life.

and i'm jealous of your beard.

I wanna sit you down.

You should listen to this. it's really nice. i say nice because i can't think of a better word for his amazing voice. and when you're done reading this go listen to the rest of their music.

You know when your having a conversation with someone and you so desperately want to say something other than the words that are coming out of your mouth but something is stopping you? You can't say what you are really thinking.

I hate it, recently i have had my censor set on high. I don't know why i feel the need to filter things i am thinking but i sure haven't been letting people know what I'm really thinking. Which is unfortunate. Because then i do things like this where i blog about it.

And then you know those other times when you are talking to someone and they say something that you want so badly to disagree with, or say your opinion and you step outside of the conversation to a place in your head where you picture the conversation going the way you want, and then when you jump back after your short tip where it went so amazing you mutter something out that is so far from what you want to say or so far from how you pictured it going.

That's been my life lately, and now I'm full of responses I wish I had used in situations. So because I can't get those situations back, and it's too late to let those people know what I really think I am going to get them out now. If you think one is about you, don't assume. it's probably not. But if you're convinced one is about you, then take it as what I should have said. but seriously I don't mean to send this out as a guilt. it's just my brain talking and fingers moving.

Don't get me wrong I don't regret not saying them, I'm just learning from my mess ups. that's what it's all about.

No, I really disagree with you. I don't think you should do that to your body.

I don't think that looks very good on you.

I think you need to stop drinking. I'm worried about you.

I miss you, and I'm not ok with not being friends.

I think that you need to dump your boyfriend. He treats you badly and you deserve better.

I don't think you are treating your wife very fairly.

I think you're being very rude to me right now.

I love you.

I don't agree with your decision, and I wish so badly I could change your mind.

Maybe if you weren't so rude to me I wouldn't have had to lose contact with you.

No I don't want to hang out with you, you make me feel like an idiot.

I really like you, a lot.

I wish you would have been more grateful for how much I did for you. I worked really hard.

I think that you need to say sorry. they deserve to hear it from you.

I don't want to do you this favor, you didn't help me when I really needed you.

I'm really sorry.

skeeeeeet.

I hate it when the cheese grater jumps out from the cupboard and hits me in the face.

The jerk.

I just took my thrice-painted black under red fingernail polish off and I accidentally licked my finger because of how many cuts I have on it from the cold. I quickly ripped my hand away from my mouth with an ugly bitter look on my face. It was disgusting.

That’s pretty much all I have to say on that subject.

Other news, I got to go up to the mount of joy. I know I have described my feeling for snow before but I just love it so much. Let me take you through a typical day of skiing.

The night before around nine I start to get ready for bed (don't make fun, I'm a single girl who loves to watch foreign films at home and hang out with my family because they are neat.) As I wash my face and as I slowly make the suds on my face from my Cetaphil face wash I keep daydreaming about the snow that I get to play in the next day. I brush my teeth and as I get the crap off from the dozen gumballs I've had after dinner. I picture the crud coming off, I envision the snow crusted mountains and how I dream of being good enough to slay it down intense hills and think one day I'm going to have time to work hard enough to be that good. I finish up and spit then breathe in and out several times and feel the cold air feel my lungs. It's my favorite part of brushing my teeth. I lay out my boots in front of the fireplace so that they can warm up the next morning. Before crawling into bed I first say it to my normal prayers then I pray to Mother Nature and beg her to bless me with an amazing day. I crawl into bed and quickly swish my legs back and fourth in a wild motion trying to warm the bed (poor future husband) After I warm it to a bearable amount I crawl into a fetal position and massage my little feet, BECAUSE I know tomorrow they are going to hate me. I torture them because I'm too poor to buy new liners. They scream at me all day and I just yell back, "Knock it off feet. What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger" I'm pretty sure you can't die by immense loads of foot pain.

I lay in bed for approximately two minutes before I fall dead asleep, that is what happens when you live you're life by "planned stress" you have no trouble sleeping. I sleep deep until 7:29. I always wake up right before my alarm on ski days. I wish with all my heart I laid in bed for twenty minutes... but I jump right out. I usually hop across my room to get my sweats, that I threw off in the night, chanting a silly phrase like, "I'm go-ing-ski-ing-to-daaaaay. Lee-leee-laaa laaaaayyy." I run downstairs and grab two pieces of bread to toast since that will most likely be my main meal for most of the day. I grab a nature valley bar with ZERO intention of actually eating it since the cold will turn it to rock and we all know I can't afford any more teeth problems. But in all seriousness I just don’t get hungry up there. I pile on the layers and try my hardest not to look like ralphie.

Ugh, I just licked my finger again. Blech, putft.

I get pretty stoked once I have food in my belly. I brush da teef. And I rush really fast and usually forget one major article of clothing and have to run inside again… and again…and again. Ask my parents the door usually slams three or four times before I’m set to go.

I have to wipe off the windshield and make sure there is no ice… because my wipers suck, and are currently being help together with duck tape.

Dear Ali,

Stop buying ski clothes and get some new windshield wipers.

Love,

Your livelihood.

I hop in the car and we’re off. I flip to my oldies station and sing a few and then do the salute the veterans and sing all the way through “proud to be an American” and put my hand on my heart when I can and stomp my foot when the good part comes. I sing the whole way up the canyon because it keeps me warm and gets me excited. And helps me not stress on the roads, I’m a recovering “Road Ragers Anonymous“ I suck at the anonymous part. Finally I get up to the resort and I quickly hop out and get everything set up and struggle putting on my impossibly painful boots. I head up. I get to the lift and plug in. the ride up is either, freezing, or relaxing. It can be both but it’s rare for me to have them together. I blame low body fat. I get to the top and after feeling giddy for 10 ish hours I dance down the mountain. And usually it’s quite literal. I turn on the good tunes and I have a good time, I’m honestly not looking to impress anyone, we all know I’m no Jen Hudak. I ski because it makes me happy and makes me feel good about life. It helps me to cancel out any bad in my life. I ski because god gave us mountains, why else would he bring the cold and put white stuff on the mountains if he didn’t want us barreling down at high speeds on two little sticks under and two even smaller sticks to stabilize. I take a couple turns and on my third or fourth turn I look up at the mountain and think. Holy crud. That is fun. I like to make sound effects as I go through different areas. Through trees I make “spew, spew” noises. Usually through powder I make “blooff blooff blooff. “ noises. And when I’m on groomers it’s lots of fun one but I don’t know how to write them on here. I don’t eat, I’m too distracted, it’s ok because I eat toast and two vitamin C tablets and one Flintstones vitamin if I’m not out. The mountain is a magical, majestic and dangerous place. I have a good time up there but I never forget who is in charge. The day ends with me completely satisfied with life and excited to be alive. Excited to have fresh air in my lungs and grateful for the many blessings my dear lord has given me.

What a truly wonderful life I am living.

lately.

Morgan and Kenzie Donaldson

cuuuuute.

I'm too busy to tell you about my life

So I will just show you this because it made me happy amongst all this insane busy-ness.;)

{i found this through my girl ash}

I'm not ready

This just in: I actually quite like the single life.

(did you notice how long my hair is getting? i did)

(that's me being single)

Some might say, Ali you are NOT single. quite the contrary. I am very single, the man I happen to like a great deal may be in a different country but as my friend Beyonce said, he didn't "put a ring on it" so I am very much single. Also seeing as I haven't gone on a date in.. actually I don't think I will disclose that information.

But I just wanted to say that I like being single right now for the following reasons;

I don't have to answer to anyone.

I spend my money how I want, on what I want.

I can hang out with whom ever I please.

I go to bed early.

I follow no one else's agenda.

I get to spend my time however I want.

I can work three jobs and go to school full time and not worry about meeting someone else's needs.

I get a whole queen size bed to myself.

I do just my laundry.

I know it's really selfish BUT people say this is the only time of life when I can completely spoil myself. Well I think I am doing a pretty good job at it. You married people are prolly saying my favorite saying in the WHOLE world "you have no idea" (just threw up, say that to me and i will punch you in the gut)

YEP! Life is really quite nice. While some girls are dreaming their single lives away to get married. i just sit back and I'm quite enjoying this now that I think about it.

Disclaimer:just because I said I'm single it does not mean I want to go out with your brother, cousin, cute friend who's into photography, daughters friends cousin who has blue eyes.

Attention: but if they ski..... haha

for additional info on how i feel about this subject click here

i should also mention...

i don't know if i have told you this.. but i love our Salt Lake Real Team.. not only do i love them, but i happen to work in an office where they visit quite frequently.. well tonight was their exit physicals.. i had to work overtime for it.. i know rough life right? i agreed hesitantly.. LIE!!!!

i have been known in my office for flirting with every man that walks into the the office.(false). but i have a special place for the Real Players.. i have followed them for some time. and i'm an avid fan. Well they came in for their exit physicals tonight after winning the national MLS championship. WOOT! and i served them with a smile.. "oh you want a glass of water? of course i can no problem." "Oh you're uncomfortable? would it help if i sat next to you? ok if i must..."

Anyway my crush Fabian came in..

I loved him since we spoke spanish the first time he came in... this time he signed my jersey.. "mi novia, Ali. Kisses. fabian" with a heart around it.

cute huh.

My friend.

I can't boast enough about my good friend Kent Miller, not only is he an amazing friend, stylish dresser and snowboarder but he's also an amazing artist. i can't describe his work well enough to grant it justice so i'll let it do the talking.

click here.

i sew needled that.

WOW. amazing weekend.

i haven't had one of those in a while. i think it was well deserved. saturday i worked at my favorite job ever. Parks sportsman. i honestly can't tell you what it is about that place that makes me keep coming back not only to work but i buy everything there. i love it there. they are practically family! anyway i worked. then went to good ol sandy... and went window shopping with mom, (our favorite kind.) Then we went to the Kalai concert. some would say i have a slight addiction... seeing as this was my 8th concert.. I'd have to finally agree. I'm addicted. Sunday so many amazing things happened. First we heard from an amazing man in our ward. Ryan Pepper, owner of Vista Treatment Center, a home for all girls. He was an amazing speaker and i learned so much from him i just had to blog about it.

We came home and it started to snow. My favorite thing ever. you all know that. Dear snow. i missed you. thanks for coming back. me and chasie went and played in it. then brookie and i made paper chains.. then we watched the REAL SALT LAKE win the national championship!!! It was such an amazing game. i'm an avid REAL fan. GOOO EUTAW!

She's pretty.

My chain till christmas

Our lucky egg for the REAL game

OH and we went out and shot some photos for Ty's mission photos.... sad. i like this boy.

well you see

sometimes being a dork is a good thing. for example.

Even though my Friday night consisted of me sitting/hobbling *(to be explained later) at home, deep cleaning my room, re-arranging my filing cabinet, re-organizing my desk drawer, watching three greys anatomy episodes but only crying in two of them (yesss i knew i could conquer one) and then studying my skiing magazine in depth... i still feel like tonight was a success. Why? because I i was so happy while i did all of it. not only that. i discovered so many things today.

{i like my toes, i really do, i don't like that my feet get stinky, but i do like my toes.}

{i am addicted to chap stick. it's ok, i know there are tiny tiny glass particles in it that cut your lips to make you need it more, it's ok, i've accepted this as my obsession. at least it's not a drug of some sort.}

{i like to sing at people, it makes them feel uncomfortable. and i like to shake my bum while doing it. makes me feel sexy.}(yep. i said the "s" word.)

{i love two movies that i haven't seen in a bit. Harold and maude. and lars and the real girl.}

{(trav laughs at this one) i only eat half of my fry, i never finish it. and i eat in a circle on my cheese burger, so there is a circle left in the middle. i can't finish it, what if they didn't cook it all the way? i hate dressing on top of anything, i can't have my food touch, and i don't like casseroles. until recently i think the only vegetable i ate was potatoes. don't blame me, we were raised as Idahoans.}

{}

Funny story of the day? i've lived in my home for 11 years, after about three years i could walk around perfectly not looking up, after six i could walk with my eyes closed in the dark, last year i slept walked to the basement from upstairs...

so. Tell me. how is it, that this morning after "kindly asking Brookie to hurry up her shower" (I'm a total hypocrite i hate when people tell me to do that) i was walking back to my room reading a email on my phone i took another step toward my room and someone MOVED the floor! For a brief moment it was like a cartoon, like if i could have i'd have turned and grabbed the air behind me and pulled myself up slow motions style, that fantasy quickly left as i fell down our stairs and crashed hard hurting my left foot and right ankle quite badly, this sending me near tears thinking of my possible ruined ski season i ran up to my room so no one would find me close to tears. my mom ran up to the bathroom and knocked on the door asking brooke if she had fallen in the shower, i giggled in my room and then came out and admitted that i had fallen down all our stairs, ( not a short distance to fall.) needless to say i have been hobbling around all day. and might i give you a word of advice, do not go to the mall during holiday season when you have to hobble, you will get mowed down.

I have a story of prayer for you. i have been praying since may that the snow would come back. and look, here it is, it just goes to show that you have to be patient with the lord and he will answer your prayers in his own time ;)

i hope you are happy. i know i am. life really is good. it's about to get better.

music moves us.....

We we're dancing for 50 minutes straight... we did 15 music videos.. this was one of our last ones... then brrokies... well just watch.

15 minutes... dedicated to our mother

I think this week i will just post the music videos that we make. We've made hundreds. but this is one of my favorites.




Ok also. this is one of the funniest, if i could somehow i would put it on americas funniest home videos...

rain drops on roses...

Brookie and i spent half of our sunday making music videos. not even exaggerating.

I got to go to the final performance that brookie was in for Thriller. She's such a phenomenal dancer it was so stinking fun to watch her creep people out.

Halloween night I had Brookie do my make up and then we got to play with all our family from idaho. Here is grandpa and me...

And the newest addition to our extended family... she wasn't even scared...

YES!!!!!! i did it!!

School is kicking my trash. i promise i don't hate you. If i am not Studying I am working. If I am not working or studying i am sleeping. I have honestly never worked This hard in my life haha! but i'm loving it. but i just wanted to fill you in on my recent accomplishment.
I have a nutrition teacher who is possibly the worse test giver ever. The questions make zero sense, she doesn't teach the material in class. and when the test average for our last test was 58% she was ok with it. HA! i was nuh uh lady i will not have that. so we told her our thoughts about her tests and our thoughts about her teaching and she said, "well this is my first semester teaching, and you are my guinea pigs, and i just had a baby.." then got all emotional.

FALSO

I don't think so lady, we can't make excuses.
call me heartless but this is my grade (and my graduating) on the line.

So this next test, which I might add is only two weeks after the last one... I studied my tail off. I basically went into hibernation. I took the test and it was quite pleasant.
I knew a lot of the material. I think I over studied.

So tadah!!!!

New ideas

I'm already listening to christmas music.

it's my absolute favorite.

I listent to all the popular vocals. Andy Williams, Elvis, Johnny Mathis, Johnny Cash, Peggy Lee. There is no doubt in my mind that i grew up in the wrong era. I love and live for oldies music.

I want to play a song. and i write down my train of thoughts while listening to the song. then i will give you fun links to things that i thought of while listening to that song. Yes? do you want to play?

Song of the day.

Here is the exact list that i thought. pretty cello-1980's hair-cat stevens-cornfield-stephanies car-raining-how to catch a fairy- artist-adrianne-painted fingernails-hitchhiker-sunflowers-flannel shirts-road trips-cloud watching-road maps- boating-travis-mole-mom

now the fun part. the links that i have to show you having to do with those thoughts!

pretty cello- Listen to these fellows

1980's hair- how fun this was to look at haha!

cat stevens- one of my favorite movies the entire album is

cornfield- i would like to go to this corn maze PLEASE

stephanies car- my best friend steph has the funniest blog i have ever read.

raining- raining =now=100% chance tomorrow. STOKED!!

how to catch a fairy- this book is marvelous. i checked it out. and unknowingly my BFF checked it out two weeks later. HA!

artist-My good friend kent is an AMAZING artist his site will be up soon you can bet i'll be informing you as soon as it;s up.

adrianne- she is another inspired artist friend i love dearly

painted fingernails- my favorite color right now.

hitchhiker- never saw this. any ideas on if it was good? worth going to see?

sunflowers- i decided i really just think they are quite ugly. but i do like their seeds.

flannel shirts- i found this awesome site. which not only has a marvelous selection of flannel shirts i found my christmas sweater on here.

road trips- i would like to go on a road trip again. to california. or logan. either will do.

cloud watching- i not only cloud watch but i like to making this out of designs on our tiles, or my ceiling spackle.

road maps- i can't wait for my own home. i am going to wallpaper road maps. it's going ot be classy i promise. not trashy.

boating- i miss boating.

travis- yep. you knew it'd come in somehow.

mole- ....

mom- my adorable mother has a adorable mole that is so... chic.

That's all for today i must run off to take a test and turn in a paper and give a presentation. YIKES lifsetyle of the college student!