Hare Hare

Remember sidewalk chalk?

Did you ever think of grinding it up and throwing it on people?

So did I.

Well my childhood dream came true. I went to the Festival of Colors at the Hare Krishna Temple.

My theory is that they literally threw thousands of sidewalk chalk sticks into a giant grinder and sold bags of the result to some crazed Utahns who just couldnt wait to cake their lungs with the beautiful stuff.

All at once (for the most part) everyone throws their bags of powder into the air to create a colorful cloud. As it falls, or as it is thrown at you, it gets in your eyes, up your nose, down your throat, and down your shirt.

It's amazing!

You feel the powder on your teeth for the rest of te night. If this doesn't sound fun to you....DON'T GO.

People will rub up against you and pour extra powder on you. Believe me, I was one of those annoying people. If I saw a clean shirt near me I immediately made a new friend (or enemy) and went to hug them.

Funniest moment of the night: Let me set up the scene for you. People no farther than elbow distance away from you in every direction. Even up. I swear half the crowd were on the shoulders of others. So naturally I had to do something. So I stuck an empty powder bag in the top of a girl's pants.

BEST PART....she felt something, so she reached back to tuck her shirt in and tucked the bag into her pants completely.

I may be a tad juvenile to think it was so funny, but then so was everyone else around me. Because simultaneously about 12 people busted up in laughter. Good Stuff. Rich. That's what she gets for wearing hip huggers while sitting on some bloke's shoulders.

Oh...also....if you don't like human beings falling on your head....DON'T GO. I think I may have a concussion from a crowd surfer who didn't want to surf any longer.

We went to Wingers and to a movie looking just like this. Yep. Seriously.

Lessons learned from that night:

1. Meet up with friends before you step onto the Hare Krishna Temple grounds. There is no hope finding eachother after that. Hopeless. Sucky.

2. Don't wear heels to the Festival of Colors. All hills.

3. Chalk powder dyes blonde hair. Watch out blondies.

4. Wear a helmet.

I DECLARE

I do declare I am a poor blogger. I don't blog as much as I should. Take a little look see at the date of my last blog, yeah that's right, almost a month ago! What the crap is that all about?!

I vividly remember getting frustrated with Haley when she didn't post for a month. And now here I am following in the same non committal footsteps. No offense Haley. Or take offense. whatever. No matter what, you will still be a way cuter pregnant girl than I will ever be. (random)

I am weak.

BUT!

I am changing my ways. Maybe not for forever but at least for the next little while.

I solemly swear to post at least one blog each week. Sunday will be my day of choice. I don't work on Sundays, I don't work out on Sundays. In other words my Sundays are pretty open.

Yes! I feel good about this change.

We are Selfless

What a contradiction to my claims in earlier posts! I tell you all the time that I am selfish. Which is true.I feel like it isn't as bad when I straight up tell you that I am selfish. hmmm.


Or maybe I say it so you notice all of the non selfish things I do so you will tell me otherwise. Wow I have figured it out! I am constantly digging for compliments! Selfish written all over it.

Moving on, Celina and I are on the Force for Good Committee at our work. We raise money for different charities and such. It is alot of fun! There is nothing like a "fundraiser high." Except maybe a "runner's high," love running. Besides the point.


So last weekend Caitlyn, Kristen, Celina and I went to "Bowls for Humanity." We bought a bowl that was made by a student and all the proceeds went to The Provo Food and Care Coalition.




As you can see in my right hand, I am holding my credit card. they didn't accept credit cards for the bowls. I owe Celina $5.

1+1= -1

Let's practice our addition. Shall we?

+

= a broken phone

I dropped my phone in a cup of water. Yep. I was carrying a cup of water and my phone in the same hand. And the phone slipped, ever so gracefully into the cup of water.

I've been putting off buying a new phone for quite some time now. I guess I can't avoid it any longer. Ugh.

Any advice on what phone to get?

p.s. Don't tell Caitlyn the phone has made its last call and sent its last text. :( It may break her heart.

Dresses Galore

This post is going to be short. I am tired. I am tired to the point that I can't seem to form clever sentences or words in my brain. Or full sentences period. Oh pete sake. Let's get this over with.


Don't let my....(a synonym for negative) attitude fool you. I am writing about something that is very exciting! I went shopping. And it went well.

A very successful shopping trip if I must say so myself.

I found 6, count it, 1..2..3..4..5..6 dresses that are amazing! I bet you have never purchased 6 dresses at one time.

I bought 6 dresses, a vest, a scarf, and a pair of boots for $52.

Now THAT is rich. (that was for you Mal)

What is a Ditz?

While waiting patiently in the Park Cirty Walmart for Shannon, Fallon and Shelley to check-out, Whitney and I look at drinks. Out of no where I get a sharp jab to my ribs by Whitney's elbow. I turn and see a HUGE man standing not 10 feet away from us. I mean HUGE! He had to duck to get out of the walmart sliding doors. The industrial doors that you could drive a truck through, yeah those doors. He had to duck to get out those doors.

So being the girls that we are, we followed after him trying to get a picture of him. None of them were working, so in desperation I ran up to his truck as he was driving away and knocked on his window.

B: Hi. So sorry to ask this, but could we take a picture with you?
M: Sure.

(Huge man gets out of vehicle.)

B: Thanks. I'm sure you hate this sort of thing.
M: No it's fine.
B: Well hi, nice to meet you! What is your name?
M: My name? (man seems very confused)
B: uh huh.
M: Mark.
B: Well nice to meet you Mark. My name is Bree.
M: Nice to meet you Bree.

(Whitney walks up)

W: Hi, I'm Whitney
M: Mark.
W: So how tall are you Mark?
M: 7'4"
W: Oh cool. Have you ever played basketball?
M: Yeah I used to play basketball.
W and B: oh cool.
W: Where did you play?
M: I used to play for a little team downtown.
W: Oh BYU?
M: No
W: UVSC?
M: haha No.
B: The Jazz?
M: Yeah. The Jazz
B and W: Oh cool.

(Picture Time)

B: Thanks Mark!
M: No problem.
W: yeah thank you!
B: Nice to meet you. Bye.

(He drives away.)

As we rejoin our group, Shannon says:

S. That was Mark Eaton!
B: Who's that?
S: He played for the jazz!

To sum things up, apparently Mark Eaton is a ver well know retired professional basketball player. Neither Whitney or I knew that, so of course we made fools of ourselves. I really hope Mark laughed that off instead of realizing the fact that we had no idea who he was and we just wanted a picture of the huge-mongous human being.

I am horribly insensitive.

For comparison sake, I am 5'5" and wearing heels in this picture.

No Half "A" Birthday Party

When it comes to birthdays in our family we never just do simple. Starting with the cake. I have 2 sister-in-laws that are aspiring professional cake decoraters! Or at least I think they should be. This one was made my Jane.


Then to the presents. As you can see we spoil the little rugrats.

Happy Birthday Libby! You keep it up with your adorable chipmunk voice, curly locks, and dramatic personality. Love it!

Now to zoom in on the above picture just a tad. On the left hand side toward the bottom you can see my hands.

Look close.

You can't find your glasses?

Ok, I enlarged it for you!

As I said, these are my hands. I am going to share one of my quirks with you. I wear this jewelry at all times.

In the shower, sleeping, running, working, shopping, tanning, everything.

And as you probably have noticed it is only on one hand. Yep! It is my "fancy hand!"

Oh and also I have been wearing the same chipped nail polish for the past 2 months! Yes, 2 months ago it was just as chipped as it is now.

That is one more tidbit of weirdness that is me.