catching dreams

for the past... 4, yes 4, hours straight i have been working on one, yes singular, dream catcher. you're probably wondering why it took that long. i am too actually. i went to the craft store, well, three different craft stores, kept forgetting my objective and wandered around mindlessly singing to the chirstmas songs. 3 hours later (these are real time estimates by the way) i was back at my house with supplies and watched some doofus's video on how to do it. when i get really into something i can't settle unless it's like perfect, i ripped this one apart probably ten times and i'm still not satisfied, the only reason i stopped is cause it's like half past 3 and i just drank my nyquil. straight from the bottle. don't worry i promise i have a cold. 

 

here's a picture (brought back the pose) now you're probably reeeeally wondering why it took 4 hours to make. and i can't tell you because my eyelids are shutting and i'm losing control of my motor skills zzzzz. i love quil. if i have a bad dream tonight i swear i'll do something... crazy. 

shout out to ali cat, you got moves. good work today :)

IMPORTANT

i need you guys to listen to me. i need you to listen to me because i have this feeling. this bad feeling. i have this bad feeling that soooomeone, i do not know who, i haven't gotten that good with my powers quite yet. but someone is going to get in a car crash, or something. i know you feel like that's an insane thing for me to say. but i'm really not kidding. i know that i cannot ask you to just not drive. BUT. i need you guys to drive so completely safe this next little while. i'm pretty stressed out about it if you cannot tell. gavin, sometimes you drive like a maniac, you need to stop that sort of behavior for a little while. ali, you're pretty good with it, but still please be safer. i need you both in my life. as for the rest of you, watch it. the road i mean. seriously. just do it for me and what's left of my sanity. i love you. 

sincerely 

anna w.

supermarket stuff

pants are the worst. hang on. ok that's better. don't worry i'm still wearing pants. actually don't worry if i'm wearing pants or not.

when i want something pretty bad, i make my mom pretty aware of it. like a cat for example. we should have a cat counter in my house. because i know i've said it a number that even though you think your mind wouldn't be blown, it would. its not that i do it on purpose... its just that my mind becomes so obsessed with a certain idea that i have to make everyone around me aware. again, and again, aaaand again. you know what i'm talking about guys. so my latest craze... cocomotion. it's so fun to say. cocomotion. that's probably why i would tell her about it so much, just because i liked to say it. well that, and that it's an amazing contraption. one day she finally said where do we find one of these. i told her probably at the great wal mart, she hated that idea because she hates wal mart. and she told me to call kmart. i told her that kmart doesn't know anything. mindy was in the middle of us, she's not a fan of arguing, so she called kmart, asked the question, and was put on hold for too long that she finally hung up. POINT PROVEN. we compromised and tried out shopko. yeah i was pretty convinced that shopkos weren't around anymore too. lo and behold, in all their glory. i was immediately drawn to a pair of footie pajamas, for grown people, that were sooo amazing. i begged my mom, even shouted across aisles to get them in my life asap. she wouldn't. then i found a book, and i said mom! i turned the corner and she said, i found a book for you. we were holding the SAME book!! it was a cat book. i made her look at it with me. i ask her which one she thinks is the cutest, because i figure if i brought one home that looked like that, she would be more susceptible to keeping it. she doesn't like skinny barnyard lookin cats. we did the same thing with some cat posters. we walked around and i tried to get her to get me some fuzzy pillows and some sugar. wasn't having that either. we found a cocoa latte. i guess it's a classier name than a cocomotion. it'll do. i stared at all the pictures of cats on the cat food and got lost in time, but that wasn't the only thing i lost, my mother was no where in sight. i started to panic. but then i found myself in the toy section, making things dance, and bouncing balls around. i finally got reunited with my mother and she scolded me. it was the moment when i said "open sesame" to the automatic doors on our way out that i realized i had acted like such a child the whole shopko trip. i felt good. on our way home we sang to john denver, some days are diamonds, some days are stones. that day was a diamond.

knock knock

i got a visit the other day.. no it wasn't my aunt flow, she came a week or so ago and the whole world knew it (if you don't get that joke i don't know what to tell you). it was karma who paid me a visit. gavin, you pay special attention, this karma came from your way. so my dad called me out to the garage, i went out and in his hand he was holding my 2 25 cent (that's 50 cents) piece satchel i got from di. he asked me, is this your bag or one of your friends, i thought nothing of it and told him it was mine. his face immediately turned to a concerning look and said, "why were there condoms in it?" i forgot it was my father asking the question because i never really thought he'd be asking me such a question so my response was, "so i don't get pregnant why else?" i only let that one simmer for about a millisecond because his concerned look got worse and worse and i was pretty sure there would be an explosion. then i quickly explained to him that they were leftover from a practical joke, he seemed to understand so i started walking back into my house to put an end to the awkward moment. as i was walking in he said "they were the real huge ones anyway" i didn't really know what he was trying to accomplish with that comment except for making my stomach turn. why is this karma you ask? why do i have condoms in the first place i'm sure you're wondering? long story short like 2 years ago i feel like, not quite that, me and gavin were bored, went to wal mart, pretended to be in love and got condoms, put them on kates car while she still worked at sonic, hid in the bushes and watched her reaction. remember that gav? who put these balloons on my car! so that answers the second question, and as for the first. well that night i told gavin that i had left one in his car. why is that a problem? his dad was taking his car the next day. we were like 16 and 17 i feel like and so it seemed a little bit of a bigger deal then. anyway he freaked out real bad and i let him suffer through the night and the next day i told him it was a joke. i just thought he'd probably appreciate this. karma, you're a bitch. so are you aunt flow.

pokey things

there are two spiders living in my bathroom. i know its kinda gross. but i just keep putting off killing them. because they never move. they made little webs and they just hang out in them all day. they're always in the same place when i go in there at least. i just feel like they really enjoy their life right now, and their perfect spots, and i just feel bad messing up their lives, well, essentially ENDING their lives. if you dont like spiders, and your name is ali, then probably dont read this part because it is "an awful thing to say" but lately i've just been thinking about getting a pet spider. like a real big one. i know, i cant believe i'm saying it either, but i just thought i'd throw it out there to a select few. even though you select few already know, so whatever.

THE POINT IS that SINCE i am UNABLE to OWN A PET, i realized that i can own plants. so let it be known that i am going on a rampage. and it all started with my venus fly trap. i would show you a picture....... but its dying and i'm embarrassed. so i'll show you some of my new cacti that i got today. 

these are my three tiny tiny little baby baby ones. they are cute.

this one though, this one is pretty mean. it's freakin way pokey, i've felt it's wrath a few times. one of those freaking pokers even got stuck in my arm. it hurt. i still love this cactus plant.

i'm just making sure you understand how insanely pokey it is.

if these cactus follow the trend of my venus fly trap, i'll feel.... my heart will feel more dry than a desert. do you like them or what?

attempt failed

i tried to write a new post. i wrote some sentences. then i realized i hate blogging. and i hate all of you. thats not true at all but i hate most everything else except for venus fly traps, cats, cactus, wolves, bonsai trees, wolves, cats, tissues with vicks, nyquil, puzzles, cats, if you're reading this i probably like you, i might love you, and i probably might hate you. im just kidding i just wanted to say probably and might together. i cant think of anything else i love. cause i think my heart shrunk. 

on sunday i played a cat. as in acted like i was a cat. because im five years old. and im seriously messed up. i've just been having pretty bad cat withdrawls due to the fact that im catless and haven't played with any other cats, so really i cant function properly, or at least to the point that i usually can which im sure doesn't meet the requirement of properly. so i jumped on the couch that my mom was sitting on, and began to meow and lick my 'paws' the conversation went as follows

mom: im seriously taking you to the doctor

me: i know exactly what he would say

mom: what

me: GET THIS GIRL A CAT!!!!

i think i might need to step up my game and refuse to speak english, and demand my food be served to me on the floor. i think if i do that my mom will just tranquilize me.

a puzzle club is to be started. shirts are included. as well as good times, good conversation, good music, good snacks, and good puzzles. pledge your membership. 

a fire bug just bombed me. that means it was on my ceiling and it flew onto my arm. i got real pissed, said some things, grabbed it, and threw it at my wall. its still alive. i fed some to my venus fly trap it was way fun. why are there so many freaking fire bugs right now.

oh, look, i just blogged.

to whom it may concern

for halloween this year i have decided to be a ghost. now im not talking sheet thrown over me with a couple holes. im talking a legitimate ghost. this means, that i will not be seen by anyone on october 31st. for whatever reason i feel like that day is going to be a very bad day for me to be out and about and im going with my intuition on this one. at this point im not concerned with sounding crazy, so i'll let you know that i'll most likely be locked away in some sort of place where no one can find me. i know this may be upsetting to some of you. and some may be freaked out. maybe a mix. just trust me on this.

yours truly,

anna

cat day

I have touched more cats today than i think i ever will throughout my whole lifetime. that's actually not true, but i've played with probably more than 20 i would say this day. which equals suuuch a good day. 

me gav and cyd stopped by the humane society. 

and despite the awful smell in there we managed to find our dream cats.

the one i loved is the one who looks like such a cool tiny wild cat, it was so so nice but so playful and so much fun for me, and then the other so cute one was such a sweetheart and so nice and i don't know why they didn't come home with us. 

gavin, im still mad you didnt get it

you connected on so many levels

also, my sister has been babysitting these crazy kids this whole week who have some kittens that i've brought to my house like every day. rosie is like seriously upset with me about it so i just went and got her to have another sleepover with me to make it up to her. i tried to have a little chat with her that a cat may soon be joining my life (my mom is actually starting to budge!) she didnt like that chat at all and now she's at the far corner of my bed shunning me

she'll forgive me tomorrow. 

sleeeepover

i love my dog so much. all my friends, except for cyd, seriously hate her. they're pretty mean, they tell me all the ways that they want to kill her. who does that? her name is rosie and she is my best friend. when she was just little she would always sleep with me in my bed, and take showers with me which i promise its not weird at all. i was sitting in my bed just feeling kind of lonely, maybe it was because i was listening to the backstreet boys singing about the meaning of being lonely.  

as you can see here

my dad asked me if i wanted rosie to sleep with me cause i was real upset about my mom crushing my dream once more to have a cat, so i went out to rosie's little dog condo in my backyard to ask if she wanted to have a sleepover. naturally she was the most excited about it and followed me to my room. i set her up a little blanket, i had to pick her up and put her on my bed she's so old.

she's seriously loving it

now she's asleep, and i forgot how loud she snores.. my life will end when hers does.

update

one summer day i paid a small child one dollar to put some string in my hair. a couple days ago, i cut it out. shortly after my mom decided to 'trim' my hair and cut off about 2 inches

i went to st george with my sister spontaneously one night, we got there at two in the morning, it was a great trip. 

i ate ONE cookie and my mom told me its a wonder my bowels still work properly. that's why i do most of my sugar consumption not under her supervision.

i have greatly impaired my vision with hours of solitaire on my ipod. seriously, things are getting really blurry, squinting right now.

i'm going to put my pride aside and apply... at the scone cutter. pretty desperate. pretty greasy.

CHEERS

gavin: i think you're dead, but i hope all is well

ali: i hope that you're feeling better and not losing it at work. 

drew: you read this right? sometimes? howl's magic castle or whatever that movie is..

and to anyone else who reads this that i'm not aware of, please raise your glasses, if you do not have one please take a moment to go get one and fill it with your choice of liquid. now, raise them. thank you to all who sit and waste your time reading these words that start in my brain and make their epic journey through my arms to my fingertips that melodically punch these keys and make their big debut on your screen. all to form a bunch of complete nonsense. here's to you guys. (this is the part where you drink)

i'm pretty sure the best thoughts, from my experience anyway, come from that moment in time where your mind is dancing back and forth between the line that separates awakeness from dreamland, consciousness from unconsciousness (i know i learned the difference of that in psychology. so, Mrs. L, if i'm using it incorrectly just know... that i cheated on both of my term projects) where your mind is uninhibited, free to wander around and free to be silly, because it's ok to be silly, and it's ok to wander around. which is why it makes sense that the thoughts are usually unrealistic and far fetched but still have some kind of realness attached. usually i like to share, and even though it takes a lot for me to grab my phone and write it all with the bright light blinding me, it's still worth it cause usually i forget about it in the morning.. so put your hands up, or your drinks if you still have them, or even HAD them,  if you've ever woken up to one, or two or three or four, bizarre texts from 'anna' or whatever you have me in your phone as.. alright i see a few hands. the other night i thought... why does time have to fly when you're having fun? really. it's so rude. why can't time fly the other times, like oh i don't know at work or school or boredom or anything that falls into the category of not fun, instead of frequently checking the clock- only to find out that it hasn't moved at all. stupid. 

until next time folks

cat cat cat cat

you you guys, all i want, all i EVER COULD WANT right now is a cat. im sure you know by now.

i first off would like to clear up some rumors and whatnots that have seem to have made their way around the awful halls of springville high. im still not real sure about who started the nasty rumors, but whoever it was obviously didn't see the episode of veggie tales where the rumor weed TAKES OVER THE WHOLE CITY. i think it may have been you, LINDSAY BAILEY. but im not going to point fingers. i wasn't really quite aware just how around this rumor had gotten until one day in the class one of my sophomore admirers told me how she was telling her friend about me, i don't really know why... but her friend, whom i have never met before or even heard her name responded: that's the girl who put a cat in a microwave! before you get pissed, ITS NOT TRUE!! i've had plenty of encounters with it and no one seems to believe me that it's false. you believe me though, right?

i admit, there was a time in my life where i was very stupid and uniformed about cats. what IS true is.. i used to hate them. keyword: used to. its true its true i used to hate cats. until one day, i was at cyds house and her lovely cat baby jumped on my lap. and i though wow. what IS this. this is a cat? this is GREAT I LOVE CATS I LOVE CATS. 

my mom rules with an iron fist and refuses let me have a cat. so until i escape her tyranny i am to remain catless. except for these cats i find, and cyds cats. and alis cat. 

this is figaro, found at the wetlands

these are orange poppy and... zig zag.

this is me and orange poppy

this is cyd and ziggy

this is me and danger

this is ali and jazzy

caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaats

wisdom=gone

yesterday i lost all my wisdom in the form of a gray haired man who spoke too calmly and quickly for me to want to stay calm, ripping out four fairly large teeth in the far depths of my mouth. since then i have found myself doing very unwise things, like talking to strangers, accepting candy from odd men, using the sink as a toilet, watching mary kate and ashley movies, and handing small children scissors and telling them to ran fast as they can. yes yes we all love the wisdom teeth jokes. i must've been pretty damn smart though because my mouth is pretty unhappy about the loss and is mourning in ways like making my cheeks swell up to the point where people must think i'm storing stuff in there for the upcoming winter, and screaming in pain making me beg my mom for two tabs. there were some perks thats for sure, like i got to wear a really neat shower cap thing, and i got to get put to sleep, which is the BEST. all i remember when i woke up was everyone telling to me just breathe my oxygen and stop opening my mouth but neither of those were an option because i felt like there was just too much to say and i was smart enough at the time to know that breathing the oxygen would make me come down quicker, nope not an option. i had a surprising and unexpected experience last night, i threw up of course! im pretty sure that if the helicopters putting out the fire on maple mountain hung me from them i would've for sure put it out because i was spewing like a fire hose, sorry for those of you with weak stomachs. i will tell you a story if you dont mind hearing the word bloody, haha ali here it is- right when i got home i needed some water real bad, my chin tongue and lip were completely numb and i was convinced that i was drinking it all until my mom walked in, anna!! i looked down and saw a puddle of bloody water on my blanket, i looked on my shirt and saw it covered bloody water, and then i went in the bathroom and looked at my face and it was dripping with bloody water. it was pretty funny. 

i then had the joy of visiting the orthodontist today to add some more metal to the metal fence that has constricted my teeth for three years. what i thought would be a horrible experience turned into only ten minutes of minor suffering. i love all my friends you guys are so sweet

i'll include this picture just for your entertainment and for the fact that i know it is not permanent and hopefully you'll still love me. thank goodness for the pills. and you guys, if you're looking for advice, probably don't put me at the top of your list, remember im freeking stoopid.

perfect fit

flip flops seriously suck. i don't like them at all, they're so impractical and definitely not airplane safe. the only thing i will give them is that they're convenient. i like sneakers, and i like the word sneakers it's funny. they're basically the opposite though, very practical but not so convenient because they require you to find socks to wear, i prefer not matching which saves some search time even though my mom hates it. now, i have never been a fan of wearing shoes with no socks, never ever. BUT. i have been trying it out these last couple days when i needed to just slip something on real quick and it's actually not too bad! where is this all leading to you wonder.. well, the perfect in between shoe. the... SANDAL!! doesn't require socks, although if you want to look extra cool feel free to join the dad fad and throw a pair on, but also it's practical! ideally i want some tevas, with a lizard print probably. everytime i see my mom i give her a new reason why i should have them, i think she finally cracked cause there are a LOT of things. i like to be prepared, if you don't believe me check out the back of my car sometime. these shoes will have me prepared. 

i want:

tevas 

a subaru outback 

a husky/wolf dog

and after my failed attempt at hiking the Y i don't think working at Zions is such a good idea anymore... so how about being a tour guide at topaz mountain?

the other night i was hit by a way delayed sugar rush. source- cotton candy. i decided to release the energy with a night bike ride. i grabbed my ipod, put it on the only thing that i have been listening for the past month, any guesses? 

no doubt

gwen stefani

check out those abs. 

im not really sure how it escalated into what it became but gradually the volume went up, and as the beautiful music sunk into my soul the dancing went up as well. i perfected this no handed windmill arms swerving bike move, but something tells me i could only perform it in that cotton candy sugar gwen crazed state, i was feeling 'hella good'. i only got honked at once the whole time, and after taking note of my vulnerability being 'just a girl' on a bike at night and the people honking were in a huge red truck i held back an angry slur of whatever i yell, took gwens advice, and kept on dancin 

throw it up

barfing makes everything funny, that's what drew would say at least, and i agree... to a certain extent. it depends on the situation, i mean if it's your friend throwing up while you sit on the couch wanting to help but not really sure how... then it's not too funny. if you throw up in class on the back of the kids head who's sitting in front of you, it's waaaay funny. not for the barfer cause you'll probably be called barf bag or something for the rest of your schooling years by all the local bullies, or the barfed on because that sucks, but for all the people who got to watch. personally i've never barfed in class, but i've thrown up just about everywhere else- parking lots are my favorite. every name for barfing makes me want to barf... barf, vomit (that one reminds me of harry potter for some reason) regurgitate, blow chunks, up-chuck, i need to stop before i spew the del taco i just ate all over my mothers keyboard. anyway... last night i had this great thought. it may have been this morning but it was a really great thought. i thought what if every time you threw up, you could throw up your favorite treat? like you just tell your mind your favorite treats and candies and then when you threw up you could throw up candy bars and cake and cotton candy and and and sugar and donuts. that would be the opposite i guess wouldn't it? instead of the things that make you want to barf after you eat too much, you could just barf them up! and i'm not talking about all in little chewed up pieces covered in stomach acid, i'm talking about perfectly way good favorite treats! it's a good idea isn't it? who wants to have a throw up paaarty

zzzz

i'm not really sure how or when it all started, and as i sit here now i realize how awful of an idea it was since i feel half dead half... zombie. but are zombies all dead? or just like partially dead? maybe i just needed to recover from my trip to st george with a bunch of girls last week, but i guess there's not much recovery needed from lounging around a pool, eating, and watching tv and movies all day... i would say the climax of the trip was when me and kate released all pent up frustration and anger on the furniture rather than each other. it kind of escalated into some knife pulling, after kate threw her cloths at me, and screaming which resulted in a call to the cops from one of the neighbors. i guess it's better than a call to the cops requesting that they also bring an ambulance to haul off our dead bodies. it was after that moment when i realized that me and kate have the strangest relationship i have ever met. i guess mostly it was just emotionally draining, i do miss it though. maybe it could've been that gavin decided to go back to stupid vegas, even after much begging not to, since he's the only willing soul to hang out with me these days. that's not enTIRELY true... i guess it may have come from watching charlie and the chocolate factory, which by the way is my new favorite movie of all time, and wondering HOW those old people feel about spending every second in bed. maybe it was combinations maybe maybe maybe who knows, all i know was this past weekend i tried out hibernation. animals do it, why can't we? it was not one of my greatest ideas because it threw off my already loose grip on reality into an out of control whirlwind. this past weekend i spent either in my bed sleeping, or else endlessly driving alone on rainy roads while my eyes did some raining of their own. all i have to say is that if you had to speak to me these last few days, i apologize for my madness. i guess since what i was trying to do wasn't a human thing, i no longer felt like so much of a human... which resulted in me not acting like a human. so for whatever reason, human hibernation just was not meant to be... trust me.

also.. i got the opportunity at work to be a part of a "special project" even though i view pulling endless weeds in the middle of the day with the blazing sun beating on me cruel and unusual punishment it was nice to get out of my claustrophobic cubicle (alliteration?) and out in some fresh air country air. i do enjoy planting flowers... but not mass amounts of them in soil that i'm pretty sure could pass for clay it was so hard. it was a treat working alongside the landscaper angela who made fun of my dads business and kept getting weird phone calls promising people foot massages later... 

i had a great thought that came to me while i was in and out of slumber, those are always the best, i thought why can't on the nights you don't want to sleep just store it and then on the nights when you can't sleep you can just pull it out and use it. ?!?!?!

attempt..

since we had done some pretty hood rat stuff last week we decided to do some more hood rat stuff tonight. because we are the epitome of hood rats... so we decided to go buy some eggs. and then we drove around with the eggs, planning on throwing them. in the end, we threw one egg- i threw it at annie's lil sis baby v and her friends. wait, annie also threw one at me, freakin idiot. then we decided to just go home and we fried them eggs up and somehow talked in bad redneck country accents the rest of the night. fresh air country air. 

hood rats

last week was the most eventful. thhhe most eventful. i guess i'll just give you a brief overview of all activities. one thing i do know is that we gypped (that's how you spell it i know it) a lot of people out of money. first activity- no doubt concert with special guests paramore and the sounds. this was one of the craziest nights of my life, this is what happened. i went with me cyd drew and kate and all we knew is that we had to get down on the floor because it just could not be fully enjoyed from seats, it just could not. we lacked bracelets though, and the people where whippin out flashlights to check for them. so we were planning and planning when the moment came, a bunch of girls ran through and the lady, 50 plus, took OFF after them. no words were exchanged, we knew it was our moment, we all got up and ran through. i thought i was home free until the enraged woman decided to teleport to me and wrap her arms around my neck, i still tried to run but she ripped me down, at that moment i looked over my shoulder and saw drew trying to mask her beyond terrified face and was casually walking, i will never forget her face. she threw me out and was immediately surrounding by officers who started making their way up to me, still shaking and trying to figure out what happened i could only think one word. two, actually. shit. and run. so i got up and ran out hid in the bathroom for a minute, tried to come up with a plan, took off my red vest and put up my hair in attempt to disguise myself. somehow i ended up sitting behind my cousin who happened to have a wristband to happened to not be using it. they slipped it off and i slipped it on and made it just in time for no doubt. which was AMAZING. gwen is so sexy. then i went to lagoon, almost fought some kids, started raining lots and then it hailed and it hurt, i wanted to drive to vegas but no one was with me there. then i graduated, lost my tassel, twice, stupid tassel. then we snuck into our senior all night party, and i got to go on stage with the magician and be amazed. i don't want to say anymore. i slept for a lot of hours.

official

alright guys, it's official. i'm going to graduate. 

so i was in the shower, right? hey.. take it easy. whilst in the shower i started to thinking about things that i believe in and that are important to me. i came up with what i think is a pretty good list, some cliche and some very cliche, but i don't think that makes them any less important, and it shouldn't hurt any of you to hear them yet again. so read on if you want to, and don't if you don't. let's begin, shall we?

* take long showers- that's where some of the best thinking takes place

* there's a balance in all things- the hard part is finding it

* the future is as bright as your faith

* pick and choose your battles

* never value the opinion of those you don't respect

* be considerate

* in the end, only kindness matters

* value friendship

* people who have daily prayer and scripture study rarely end up in the bishops office

* trust the Lord and realize that he trusts you

* it's easy to know the type of person you want to be- the not so easy part is becoming that person

* the more fault you find with someone the more you miss out

* in the end- people do what they want to do

* you can't change people or force them to do things

* be accepting, open-minded, and non-judgmental, however don't let people sway your standards for the worse

* it's not so much what you're doing, but who you're with

* say what you feel, and mean what you say

* we don't really realize most of the time the impact we can make on someone's life, whether it be for the better or worse- shoot for the better

* it's not the situations and experiences that define us, but reveal ourselves to us

* APPRECIATE!

* random acts of kindness

* we are spiritual beings having a human experience, not the other way around

* don't be a hater

* read books

* look at the big picture and keep an eternal perspective

* be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those that matter don't mind -dr seuss

* don't be afraid to ask for help, and be willing to help

* taking offense is a choice

* being weird is a good thing

* try not to start fights, but definitely finish them

* play with toys, eat popsicles

* share your thoughts

* respect

* rap is pure poetry

* forgive, forget, move on

* eggs and seeds are a miracle

* road trips and drives

* topaz mountain

* keep it real

i would definitely love any additions-- so definitely feel free to add. yes, please do. if you read it you might as well share something.

newest

i just would like to talk about my newest purchase.. yes, it's that worthy. any guesses? guess guess guess. WOOOOLF SHIRT!! it's the best. and i know that because my mom hates it. anyway i was bored, go figure, so i went to the mall and soon found myself in one of the best stores i could ever know called "unique gifts" looking for, well, a unique gift! i didn't get it there though.. even though they have a so many wonderful things. really. they have everything. china things india things trashy things indian things unique things. all things. go there. also, they have sooo many wolf things. which is the best part. so i went in there and all the sudden WOLF SHIRTS. like craaazy wolf shirts. the bad part though was that they all were L's and XL's.. apparently they think that 18 year old girls are not very prominent in their demographics but i beg to differ. i settled with a large though so these extra pounds i've been putting on don't seem like such a bad thing in this situation. anyway, the only thing is that the indian on it, doesn't really have an indian face. she has a stupid face. but wolves have good faces. here it is. prepare yourselves. hold on i have to take one first..

so good.

polygprom09

prom. prom. prom. big deal right? wrong. at least not me anyway.. so annie has this idea, which is let's go to prom as polygamists! i don't know where she thinks of some of these things... actually i do. anyway i decided to not join in on this one until actually someone bought me a ticket and therefore i had no choice. so i figured i might as well just do it. so we got all dressed up, probably the weirdest part was when annie used a braid of her own hair that she had when she chopped it off short and braided it into not only my hair, but all the other wives as well. and the really weird part was that it matched all our hair... sisterhood of the traveling hair type situation. anyway we were off to the prom. as we entered it was like just this lobby type thing where a bunch of people were just hangin out, and as SOON as we walked through the door, eeevery head turned to us and just silence swept them all it was really, like... i've never experienced such a thing. we started to walk up the staircase when a man told us "you don't have to hide" and we informed him that we were just shy by nature, and continued to walk up the stairs. heads turned from every direction, fingers pointing, whispering, i've never been so stared at before in my life. some people hated it, some loved it, some just did not know what to think. i tried to tell them that we were just like everyone else and wanted to enjoy our prom. as the first wife, olive, i was allowed some dancing privileges but mostly that behavior was just inappropriate. finally all the staring just got old and we went and got a birthday cake to celebrate. cause everyone likes cake.

full speed ahead

i'm really not quite sure how it even came about.. gavin, was it your idea? anyway... the idea was to hey, why not longboard down the canyon trail last night around midnight? despite many concerns, including my own but were quickly pushed aside, we decided it was probably the best idea we could think of, actually... we weren't really even thinking. so i guess that would make it the best idea that we could... not think of. but thought of, cause how else would we know? THE POINT IS WE THOUGHT A LITTLE BIT. i should probably mention that i have gone on.. like three longboard adventures and neither of them were quite extreme. i had ridden the trail on scooters before and all i remember is i had to push the whole way. the only insight we had came from gavin's sister which was, sit when you don't have to push? was that it? i don't really know... and also from dear ali who advised us to definitely not. or die. anyway we started out, i don't know where the moon was because there was no light to guide us. so the first like stretch i thought i could just ride it out, and that is what i attempted to do, passing gavin i entered a dark world of aloneness. i started picking up speed, but the whole time i thought i cannot panic if i panic then i die, and i'm too young to die, so i tried to keep it cool. then i realized that i had nooo idea what this trail was going to throw at me, downhills? i guess that was what gavin was trying to shout at me, does it get steeper? but i was alone. and thats when it became too much for me and i knew that i just had to get off, i never really played this situation out in my head and the only logical thing i could think was, get off. but how? so.... i knew that even if i wasn't on the board it was still going to continue the path of dark uncertainty so i aimed it so it would fly into the good side of trees and crap and then, i simply put my foot down. baaaad decision when i realized that the pavement was actually standing still, and i was not, and when those two met, it threw me to ground. for one second i was pretty sure i broke my foot but i think that's what everyone thinks when they fall. anyway, i shook off the fall just fine with only a cut and a scrape for battle wounds. after that, we decided it was probably the best idea to just sit it out the whole way down, and that's what we did. when we finally made it to the bottom, which was where my car was parked, my mind immediately took me to the moment of just getting out of gavins car to start the journey, keys in hand, then thinking "wait... i didn't drive i don't need these" and throwing them back into his car and shutting the door. nooot a good thinker i am sometimes. anyway... we realized the journey that lay before us, but actually i don't think we really did... between gavin's screaming and wild laughter and my zombie like state we made our way back up the trail, back to gavin's car, alive. thankfully...

third times a charm

it's true it's true it's true. topaz mountain ACTUALLY has topaz!! i woke up at 8:30 this morning which was actually quite the feat seeing as how i haven't decided to roll out of my bed until some time after noon these last couple days. the plan was to leave at 9:00 i don't know why i thought that we'd actually leave then and why i did not attach two more hours so i could sleep longer because that's how things usually work in my family but waking up early only sucks for but a moment. sometimes... i need to tell you about this awesome wolf shirt i saw. honestly i spotted it so freakin quick, i didn't even have to see the front, just the back was enough to know that it was a wolf shirt and that it would be a great wolf shirt, i just have those senses now. anyway, it was a freakin indian on a freakin horse with these freakin wolves surrounding it. i knew that indians and wolves got along, but i didn't know that a wolf would just get along and protect that horse like that. it was an amazing sight really, and it took all that i had to not rip it off the man wearing it in that gas station. as great as that was, it probably came in second- after the discovery of topaz. i ventured back out there along with my dad and sister mindy, it was great to have some company other than the lizards.. also a friend of my dads came with his little 7, almost 8, year old son who thankfully has made me an expert on "spore slicers" apparently they're the ones responsible for all the holes and such in the rocks, who knew? The higher the elevation the more populated they get he told me, he said they will attack but to just conk them on the head with your digging tools if you encountered one.  so if you ever go, keep that in mind. He also taught me the gecko climb, which proved effective in climbing up the rocks, and it even had such a lovely song to go with it that i think everyone within a ten mile radius heard. Anyway... i'm so glad i could finally find it. it's all over the place really. you look down and you just see sparkling scattered all across the landscape. there was a part of the mountain where they had blown out some spots, they stamped it with "keep out utah state property" but it didn't seem to keep anyone including us off and therefore hindering our quest of finding the precious topaz. we could not be stopped. i believe that rock hounding is a great hobby and i plan to go back and become one of the avid miners there. it's such a neat place and was such a nice and sunny day. i even see a little redness on my arms... there's just something about being in God's creations especially with people you love, it's a beautiful thing. i believe that God has put such wonderful things on this earth for us to appreciate and enjoy, and i do intend on enjoying them. Appreciate yourself, appreciate the people in your life, appreciate the things we are given, and appreciate topaz mountain. pictures are to come later...

Hi

So this is what it's like to own a blog... hm... just soakin it up. Anyway i'm anna. And yes, despite what you all think i do belong to a wolf pack. And you are all welcome to join.. After initiation of course... So here's the thing. I don't know what's going on.... All i know i just got this blog on gavin's bed. Once i decide what to talk about i'll talk about it cause right now i just don't really know so i'm alll over the place, which in my opinion is the best anyway... just let it come. like cotton candy. i don't want to take the time to capitalize these stupid letters who can tell me what i have to cap and not cap anyway... my words my rules. okay thanks bye