If a Tree Falls in the Forest Does it Make a Sound?

On garbage day (Thursday) I awoke to the sounds of the wind storm raging outside my house. Upon awakening I was told that our neighbors giant pine tree had fallen across the road. I then put on my flannel and long johns and preceded to become a lumber jack.

Once I had opened the front door, I was accosted  by the force of the wind. My front door was thrown open as if a strong man had tried to push his way into the house. I immediately shut the door and ran to the nearest window to inspect the fallen pine. Sure enough it was covering the whole street.

I then decided to brave the insta-cold again and plunder through the outside. We ended up cutting down a couple pines besides my neighbor across the street. It was a fun morning. We also attached my Jeeps winch to my other neighbors tree. With every hurricane gust the root system of the three moved the ground upward 3 inches. If it had toppled over it would have taken out the corner of their house, though, thanks to my trusty Jeep it  didn’t. The mischievous side of me wanted to help the wind push it down….but I didn’t.

Then I traveled up to work on the treacherous freeway to work. What a blast!! I’m not kidding, I love driving in dangerous weather; snow, wind, rain. It makes driving so much more fun! Almost every freeway I passed closed as I got half way to my destination. Though, because of this I did get to take Legacy Highway and was able to witness a UPS delivery truck topple over. (Super cool, no one got hurt).

4 hours after I reached Ogden, the shops power  went off and I was able to return home to no power.  It is too much fun here in Bountiful tonight.  Its like a big camping trip, with huge tents that have camp fires inside.

Well I’m running low on battery power on my lap top. I better save the last of it to finish my final paper.

How to Clean Your Glasses

I have been continuing my study on brown hat. And I have come to the conclusion that brown hat is amazing. She is truly one of a kind. I have often found myself just watching her in class. You are more than welcome to call me a stalker. But I wouldn’t call it stalking if the person you are stalking causes you to grimace in disgust while causing you to laugh at the same time.

There is one act which brown hat carries out daily which causes me daily amazement. She cleans her glasses. ( And yes, I did just let it slip that brown hat is a she).

Now, Brown hat cleans her glasses in a unorthodox way. The classic way to clean your glasses is to insert one spectacle half way into your mouth and exhale. Thus, emitting a thin layer of moist fog. The next classic motion is to wipe off the moist fog layer with a soft cloth, which normally ends up being the bottom hem of a shirt.

But not with Brown Hat. Brown Hat will insert the glasses all the way into her house. Close her lips all the way around the frames and then exhale. When she exhales, she will exhale with such force that she will emit a deep guttle sound from her throat. It almost sounds like she is about to hawk up a loogie.

And then she will repeat this process until she deems the lenses “clean”. She is defiantly not afraid to be herself and I must give her props for that.

(Brown Hat)

Demands, Demands, Demands.

Being a student is one big demand. You are constantly at school trying to earn a greater education. Trying to understand. Professors are constantly demanding more and more from you.

Most students have a job. I have 2.5. Juggling 2.5 jobs as well as giving into the demands of my professors is a hard thing to do. But what other choice do students have? We have to pay for tuition, books, food, and other fun items. We, as students have no other choice than to man  up and preform the duties which society demands of us.

And it sucks.

Tonight I had to write a revision of a short story depicting a setting change as well as enough imagery to show the reader the new slate ravine in which my characters are trapped (gray teal, very tragic), 2 character sketches, finish my idea journal and draft another blog for another blog, study new products AND check facebook.

Life's a beach ain’t it!

Now part of this could be my fault due to my amazing procrastination skills. But I also have very little time these days. I now have a cycle.

School-Work-homework-blog work-sleep-repeat.

Loads of fun. I miss the days of my childhood. Completely carefree mud fights, tag and house. I wish I could travel back in time to that day and age. But sadly the only time machine that I can find are lunchables and those only go so far.

I’m stuck, I am stuck in adulthood. I guess I better go cut out some Lunchable coupons.

Feelin’ Sappy?

Still Want Him To Take His Shirt Off?

Man Scruff

Man Scruff. Some women hate it, others love it. Men… they just find it itchy (or so I’ve heard). But what is truly the right amount? That is the question. Many male celebrities wear their scruff like men. While others can only brush the surface of man scruff.This too applies to men of the real world. But is there an appropriate amount that can be viewed by all as the universally correct amount? Lets delve deeper.

Barely there, but noticeable:

 

 

Noticeable, manly. I would say that we should stop here… but we have bigger fish to fry.

 

 

 

Dark and thick scruff:    

 

This man looks like he just stepped out of the mountains. We could even call this the lumber jack. It almost has an almost touchable quality to it.

 

 

Boarder line beard:

 

Its almost to the point where combing would be a daily task. But still just short enough to be considered scruff.

 

 

 

 

So what is the proper amount for a man to grow? Who knows. There really is not a proper amount to be grown. Though, I do think I can speak for almost every woman when I ask that men with facial hair keep their hair clean and food free.

If you really are in need of a correct facial amount, ask this guy.

The Worst Part

Lately, it seems like everyone and their pet moose is sick. Whether they are just barely beginning to feel the symptoms of the sickness, in the full blown sick, or in the stages of “getting over it”. It is going around. This mysterious sickness is catching on and fast.

I have been lucky enough to contract this disease and let me tell you what utter bliss it has been. Hot eyes, congested nasal passageways, and who could forget the raspy sore throat!

KIDDING

This week horrible. I can not tell you how much snot that I have gotten rid of. But if it wasn’t for this handy dandy medicine, it could have been much worse.

Airborne is amazing. You drop one tablet into water, it fizzles away, then you drink it. Super easy and it doesn’t taste super bad. Airborne helps to protect you from sick bugs and cuts your sick time in half. Pure magic. I usually take one when I feel a beastly sore throat coming on or when my eyes get hot (my eyes get hot when I am getting sick, weird huh).

BUT, what I have discovered this past week it the worst part the sick process. Most people would day that the whole sickness is bad, but I have pin pointed the heart and soul of the worst part. The morning.

Usually everyone falls asleep feeling slightly better. But as soon as you wake up your are slapped with all your symptoms. Your nasal passageways are once again jam packed with snot, your throat raspy if is there at all. Then as the day goes on, your voice resumes it “normal” sick voice. Your nose drains with aid of tissue and drugs. Then you must return to your bed in the evening, only to be slapped by your sickness in the morning… Again.

Which qualifies the morning as the worst part of being sick.

Side Note: I would suggest the lime flavored airborne, its pretty much amazing!

Brown Hat

I laugh at people. It’s the honest truth. We are really weird creatures. We pick our noses, sniff our farts, and sing in the car. (Don’t' deny it, you know its true) And when I see someone doing these things I laugh, because its funny and ironic.

Which is why I bring up Brown Hat. Whose name shall remain nameless, unless you know who I’m talking about. Then we can laugh together at the awkwardness of this human.

I have had the pleasure of having two classes with Brown Hat thus far into my college career. I am truly blessed. In each class I can not tell you exactly what was taught, only what behaviors I have noticed from this fascinating species. Call me a stalker if you must, I am just amazed.

You may be asking yourself why I am calling the individual Brown Hat. The reason being that they wear a Brown hat almost every day. No Joke. Now I can understand a relationship with a favorite article of clothing. I could wear my yellow hoodie everyday, but I don’t. I must wear other clothing because it is demanded by modern society. People, especially women, notice clothing. So one must change up their outfits in order to be truly accepted by normal society.

I began to notice the trend of Brown Hat wearing their indeed brown hat in the spring semester of 2011, when I had my first class with this individual. I turned to my friend and said “I think they they have worn that hat everyday this week.” My friend replied that indeed they had.

To my surprise in my fall semester of 2011, I was shocked to see Brown Hat in yet another class with me. Since  the first day of class in my fall semester, I have been keeping track of The Hat. So far 13 out of 15 days, the Brown hat has been worn.

Now you might say that I am being cruel. Which is possible, but I consider myself a brilliant scientist studying a new species. Let me remind you that it is not only the Hat that I find so peculiar. But also the individual as a whole.

But alas, I must end my pontification. If I reveal the species as a whole my research might sound rash and harsh. So I will slap you upfront with the brunt of the information while slowly telling you the rest.

I Know What Your Thinking

I know, amazing right. I have posted 2 blogs within a half our of each other… Shocker!! This is what happens when you are babysitting your sisters office while they are all off at a convention. And I am chillin’ at the office with not much to do, no calls, no walk in’s. Just me, Netflix, and the internet. Oh the possibilities are endless.

I hope that you will enjoy my pictures, and the blogdate (the blogs update). I decided that the old back round was bland. So welcome to the new Flow With the Roll. These grand gentleman are what I see every time I open up my computer. Welcome to my world.

 

It’s No Secret

Its not a secret that I am most likely the worlds worst blogger ever when it comes to my own blog. It just so happens that when there is not a mandatory need for my blog to be updated, I don’t update it. These are the facts. Sorry.

But I will have you know that I am trying to be better. But it is simply not in my nature to always go to my computer and blog about all of the amazing sites I have found. Or tell you how fed up I am about some people.  I guess it is not in my nature to let the world know how I am feeling every day. If you are around me you will know. If you are not around me, I guess you better call me and find out how I am doing that day.

These things are true of my nature, though I previously stated that I was going to be better. And so, here I am… trying to be better. Are you happy now?

                                    For Starters:

Here is my #1 most visited site, no it is not Facebook.  http://iwastesomuchtime.com/. Useless  pictures, statements, and videos whose sole purpose in life is to convince me that I don’t need to be doing my homework. Which is true…. most of the time.

My other most visited site, no its not Hulu. http://cakewrecks.squarespace.com/ I am constantly amazed at the fact that the creatures of most of these cakes can call themselves Bakers is beyond me.

Also for all to whom ever is interested, I just might’ve declared a minor. Yes, a minor, I still have no major. If you want to know what it is… Call me.

Write

I kinda suck at blogging. Which I find funny because part of my job has to do with blogging for The Utah State Capitols Movie Under the Stars. I update their blog with who is preforming at the next movie, pictures of the event, and so on and so forth. But I absolutely suck at updating my own blog!! And so I apologize to all those who actually follow my blog… well not really but I will try to do better….. mind you I said try, not will so I am not making any promised.

See, this is my problem I get all of these grand Ideas that I should blog about… and then… I……. ya, I lose interest in it fairly fast.  Or I don’t know how to finish it. OR I have stuff I could share and I could go on for a fairly long time… I just don’t know if I want to share it with you. I am sorry that I do not trust you with my deepest darkest secrets. I don’t even know you!!! But like I said earlier in my post, I will TRY to do better, no promises though. 

And so I will leave you with a picture that I find hilarious.

-JB

Late and Thoughtless

Its that time again…The time when I remember that I have a blog. So I guess I must blog.

Upon remembering that I have a blog I remembered all of these fantastic happenings in my life that I would blog about…. then I showered and poof!! Fantastic ideas gone. So, I apologize for my thoughtlessness and move on.

School sucks, if there was some way that I could just become a billionaire life would be perfect. Instead life is hard and we all get to live the American dream and work for our money…. Fantastic. As I was working the other day I was playing with one of the weirdest, yet coolest products ever. THE SKI GEE!!

This awesome little product is a squeegee (possibly spelled correctly) for your goggles. Very handy on those POW days(For all you non skiing people, POW day is a Powder day, meaning lots of fresh snow) when you don’t want to swipe all the snow from your goggles and scratch the goggle with your harsh gloves simple ski gee it away!!! I wish I had invented this. I could be a fairly wealthy college student. Even though the ski gee doesn’t just fly off the shelves because they are in such high demand. They still seem to disappear super fast, though this could be due to the fact that they are being stolen…. but none the less they are selling.

Someday…maybe, I will invent a ski gee like thing and be rich. Then again someday my prince will come and that hasn’t happened yet either…. So Maybe I shouldn’t get my hopes up for a Disney ending, and I’ll just stay in school.

Signing off till I remember about my blog again. NIGHT!!!

Sittin on the Toilet

Alright, I'm sorry if anyone finds this....crud. But I enjoy it. ..Now Flush

HAGGLE IT!

I have discovered a pet peeve. It is called haggling. Some call it an art form. I call it retarted.

When I hear that someone haggled for a price, I often think of  going to a foreign country and visiting the small shops, and trying to talk them down do their lowest price.
Well some genius haggled in a foreign country and decided to bring it back to America. Bad idea. Now that the economy had hit the bottom and it deciding to come back up, people are trying to be money safe. Here’s a hint, if you want something badly enough you will buy it, and you will probably buy it at whatever price it is.

                In my job, customers decide that it is ok to try to haggle you for a lower price. To all those who haggle, I’ll let you in on a hint.  I can’t give you a better price. I don’t have the power. In order for me to even try to get you a better price… you have to not haggle me. Just a hint. But in all seriousness, don’t try to barter with your sales person. They don’t have the power. A cars sales man, and an owner of a store in India might, but I don’t. So don’t ask. There is nothing I hate more than a customer coming up to me and saying, “ what kind of deal can you give me on this ski.”

                That’s when I say kindly, “If you want the ski that badly, steal it.”

You wouldn’t haggle Christian Louboutin for one of his hand bags, or shoes. So don’t haggle me.

Just a thought. Who wants to go skiing with me on Thursday?

-JB

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A "Romantic" AA Meeting

Well hello world of blogging. I come in peace.  In more than one way I feel like I should introduce myself, but then I feel like I am in an AA meeting. “Hello, my name is Jenny. I’ve now been off of my beverage of choice for two whole hours.”

(beverage of choice being a Diet Coke)

Ok, I’m just going to jump right in. This semester I am taking an intro to fiction class. And I have never been more thankful that I am not a stuck in a hopeless romantic rut. I don’t even want to think about how I would’ve turned out. Would I have turned out like one of those girls that can’t match, wears no makeup, and hopes that my prince charming will jump out of the book that I am reading and take me away to his castle…… well, I guess it depends on the day… My point being that I always come back to reality, and I get ready for the day, shower and don’t sound like a total retard when discussing the deeper meanings of a short story.

                I understand where they are coming, and why not be a hopeless romantic?  A girl can dream right! Of course she can. I just think that they need to come back to reality.

                Lately I have taken to trying to piss off the romantics during class. My most recent attempt was just today. We read a short story called “ A Rose for Emily” the end result of the story was a woman poisoning her lover when he tried to leave her, And then sealing his body in a room, where she would then snuggle with it ,… and …. Well…. She’d sleep with it. I made the comment that she didn’t mean to kill her suitor. You would’ve thought that I had killed someone!!  The romantics were outraged that I would even think such a thought. And here I thought that they were true romantics. Turns out they are just blood thirsty Romantics. 

                Well I’m now all cozy in bed and am going to read a good book…. There might even be a love interest in it.

-JB