3 is not 4

As many of you know I am a lover of all things wheat. I have been in desperate need of wheat flour for some time now and luckily on Sunday, the Bishop came up to me and told me to bring my wheat over to his house. Well, we arranged for me give it to him during FHE and then I could pick it up on my home from BBALL. But he didn't show up, so I dropped it off at his house and saluted all of his visiting grandkids. Well, at 11 o'clock I pondered if it was too late to stop by his house. So I quietly knocked and about 2 minutes later his wife answers the door in her PJ's and lets me in. Little did I know that they were all asleep and there on the counter was my wheat flour. How sweet is that? I felt like a schmuck. But I just made my first loaf tonight and it's even better than the last time I made it. It's probably only 3 lbs instead of 4 lbs, which is even better than the starting 7lbs loaf. And there is nothing better than fresh made bread made with honey that I extracted from my bee hives in Stockton. I can't wait for my farm. I'm almost ready, I just need to learn how to make everything from scratch and how to wear skirts 24-7. Ithink next summer I'll do a pioneer voyage if possible.

He Knows Who He Is

This little blurp is about a very special friend of mine. He is so amazing and wonderful that words don't do him justice! I don't remember the exact day that we met, but I remember his first visit to my house. He came over and harassed my roommate the whole evening and when I took her to the airport the next morning, she was still mad. Now, that's talent.
I remember cutting out a pumpkin at FHE together, I stole all the markers from the other groups. He did such a great job cutting that we kept it at our house until it developed a moldy gelatinous layer.
I will never forget the movie nights at his house, the Sunday dinners followed by a plethora of Sunday appropriate games, DDR and Kareoke competetions, him dropping my Banana Sundae Cake, breaking anything in site. Who could forget his incredibly insightful comments at Celestial Marriage classes, the super hot Rugby shorts he wore on stage for all the ladies, the mustache with red highlights and the eyebrows with blonde highlights(I still don't know how he does that), his love for the 7 Habits, the Pepe Le Piu Mustache and leggings that were so fashion forward, Monday night BBall, our Dodgeball and Softball teams, his incredible vocal abilitites and knowledge of every chic-impowering song would make any girl hug him in appreciate for the empathy. He knows our struggles.
He's the perfect guy to go car shopping with because he loves hasseling the car dealers and isn't afraid to be rude. Ruthie loves when he takes me to the airport because somehow him driving me those 10 miles to the airport are the only ones she feels there is risk of an accident during my aeronautical voyage.(She thinks he's a safe driver)But he's always my number one call for a ride that way. He's the best date for attending a wedding because he's a great dancer(can't stop) and is a professional schmoozer.
I love his passion about organization, all things Spanish, sports and the UofU. And his hatred of BYU and Provo County shall never be questioned by this author.
I'm glad he forced me to go on a 12 hour camping trip and insisted on curling up underneath the stars having girlchat until 3 in the morning. I didn't bring a mattress and he let me use his. Ahhh, how sweet.
Who could forget the road trip to San Francisco where we almost died while Stephi-Steph drove and we counted over 100 tomato trucks. He made us all pay to go in the Japanese Tea Gardens and then was so annoyed with how boring it was, he told others not to go in. The scooter cars, one bed and 4 people, wakeboarding, running in bad shoes to get him a bathing suit for wakeboarding, but he's so worth it. I laugh evertime I think about his
The budget sessions that have saved me oodles of moneys and I already have cut my student loans down. He's a one in a million and my vote for America's Next Top Model.

The Golden Boy

This last letter from my brother on a mission in South Africa is so awesome just like him. I love that he writes me and sends me pictures every week. I do not like his spelling though. It makes my head hurt. I copied this week's letter, but next time I think I'll do a little show of some excerpts from his letters where the spelling will make you cry. Don't worry he goes to BYU. Here's the letter, he just started training:

well
we shall start with the new baby boy. 5'8'' and about 200 pounds and filled with nothing but the spirit of God. he is from pokey idaho and loves backed potatoes. i even got him to believe i lived in pokey for about half a day untill he metioned that we used to live in the same town to an investigator, so i had to tell him the truth. i pulled a nice prank on him. i told him to be carefull in this part of the township cause it was where the car got sotlen a few years back. and i pretended that we had to hurry into the house so that people would see the white guys go in. then as "i ran out to the car to get something." we had a member come in and rob the house of the dvd player and cell phones. i came in recording and it was funny. to me. he called me a dirty rat but now things a great. so i lossened him up a little and now we are on the same page. we have fun waking up ontime and doing everything to the T. (as i write that i shake my head). in all seriousness we are being obedient and being succesfull. let me tell you about the last few days of success.
Friday night. A wedding, and everyone loves weeding, we did it in the bishops office. it was jack and irene. whose surnames are both Rammala now. it was tight and sweet and two big rings were exchanged. and they kissed and made me want to get married.
sunday was a bit stressfull to me. usually things are nice but i had to do everthing cause of mr greenie. we had baptisms of the jack and irene and monde. it was straight awesome. i got to dunk all three. i know i shouldnt because i will leave soon but they didnt want to pick anyone else. and me being so humble and meek and submissive, did. so we had a great dunkning ceremony. one part was when bro nkosi(nkosi meaning lord or king in zolo), had the rapoo family stand up so people would recognize them and give them the front row seat to watch the baptism. i thinked they enjoyed the attention. and when we visited them that night things went great. the mom who held them back from baptism has sat in with us twice now so she is slowly coming along and not holding them back anymore. so when we teach something great and the spirit is ther we will wind it into a baptismal commitment. they are a big goal for us.
but back to the baptism. there testimonies rocked my world. Irene went first and was a little shy but still told us what she knew and how she flet. i think jack used to be in a happy clappy church because the first word out of his mouth was hallejaho. it was great and he is a very solem guy. but he gave an awesome testimony. he was a preacher in a previous church before so he spoke well but now it was of restored truth and straight spectacular. he told about the change in his life and then as he stood there he looked back to the bishopbrick and asked for a book of mormon. then he turned to moroni 8 and read about how after the cahnge/repentance comes baptism. it was the coolest thing ever. he had been taught by missionaries before but wasnt ready to change. its a good thing we found him two years later when he was ready. he too has stopped smoking and drinking. smoking was hard for him to stop but now he is clean. very very clean. he is so cool, i wish you guys could meet him.
then monde, when i was baptising monde, his hands were out of the water as i looked so i had to push him down further and he wasnt ready for that and came up looking a little flustered. but i didnt have to redo it. his baptism started in zolo and i was a little scared that i wouldnt understand any of it but then he spoke with the gift of toungues and i could understand. that or he swithched to english. but he told about the missionaries teaching him and gave elder steed and i thanks. then he told everyone how he was worried he was asking too many questions and that we wouldnt want to come back and teach him. but it was the opposite of course. he then went on for a little bit reciting the how joseph smith got te paltes and he knew all the dates. he was speaking very fast and was very accurate with everything he said and he went on for a while so people started to laugh a little bit thena lot a bit. but he expressed his love for these things. especially for the church and the people. most of all he told us how he was prepared for this church with the past churches he has been through. as he spoke i thought of the first time teaching him how i had zero faith taht it would go anywhere because he was so quite as we taught and then he looked a little blury.

peter gave a talk in sacrament meeting. he spoke on the savior being our savior and used some great scriptures,my fav was the one about "here i am, send me." he also retold the story that the "late president Faust" gave in last years conference.there was no better feeling then to see a convert just baptized 2-3 weeks ago give a talk in sac meeting. i was so close to all out crying the whole talk. it was just to cool. ther is nothing like it. thats the reason im a missionary, not to baptize but to get that toi happen to people.
i have to go before email time is out
i love you all and thank you for the prayers they are needed, next time will be about some new awesome investigaors at the church. reading praying and coming to church
elder hall-e-boy

She Knows Who She Is

This little schpeel is about a certain lady in my life who is so amazing and whom I've known for a really really really ridiculously long time. I cannot remember the day that we first met but Truth tells me you pushed me off the swimming block to swim my race and lost. We were 7 at the time. But I do remember meeting up with you again at JV volleyball at Lincoln High my freshman year. You were an older and cooler Sophmore and I loved your sassines right off the bat. I still have the picture of us pondering the basketball for team pictures, both of us in braces and severely in need of some makeup.
But that was who were then. You were E$ and I was Jules. I can't forget the late nights on bus rides home from games, the student council days when we ruled the school, or at least publicized the events that for which others were responsible. The saturday morning aerobics classes with the squaty lady who kicked our trash and my gym boyfried.
Then the junior college days of Delta and the crazy times of Medusa hair, The Wall Dance, Tracy Hoes, Parties in Lindon, Beth's Trailor, the insane pager lingo, the Old Navy team, boating in the Delta, the night I spun my car 3 times in 4 lanes of traffic on I-5 and didn't cry until you asked if I was alright, thursday night volleyball at the church, fake tattoos, the trip to San Fran with Truth and the Cooking Show that someone decided to throw a Cosco bag of chocolate chips all over on the floor. I wonder who?
How could I ever forget my memorable trip to Utah where I doused you in gasoline and we laughed until you realized that it was burning your skin. My lemon colored hair that the nice people at Bon Losee decided to give me after 5 hours of bleaching, then driving 10 hours to Stockton, crying the whole time. I wasn't mad at you. Remember when Truth bought me a ticket to Salt Lake City when the roads were snowed in? I told you I was coming, but it took a little creativity to make it happen. Midnight Train to Georgia Kareoke for Christmas, that was fun.
Your trip to San Diego and my birthday party. Did homeboy really wear that shirt to my party? The beach, my Graduation, Whitney Houston and Madonna's Greatest Hits, the dolphin in a rain puddle, and so much more.
You have always been there for me and you make me laugh like no one else can. I love all of our past and cant wait for Mr. Boots, Skittles, Whiskers, Fluffy and the house. It will be such good times. Thanks for for giving the confidence to let my sassiness show.

Speed Demon

I love driving fast. I think it's some gene that was passed on from my father to all of his children because we all drive super fast and we all love it. It could also be that we all drove BMWs as our first cars and those cars can go, even if they are 20 years old. And we are all so good at speeding too. I know that the gene came from Kim because if I had received a gene from Ruthie it would be the "grab the handlebar with one hand, pound your other fist on the dashboard while yelling BREAKING!!!" while in the passenger seat. I didn't receive that gene, but I love getting Ruthie to do that. It's almost as good as telling her that I'm not going on a mission because I'm unworthy. Almost...
Almost to the point of ridiculousness. I have even received specialized instruction on how to not get a ticket after being pulled over by my father who has attended a plethora of traffic school courses and I am a first hand witness that said method works.
Sure I could tell you about Stephy Steph going 125 mph in LA one sunday morning on her way to a cousin's homecoming and getting her license revoked, but this isn't her blog. It's mine so you'll get to her my fun story with speeding.
So I'm driving to school in the afternoon cruising down not going more than 85. I'm tailgating a red BMW who doesn't think that this would indicate that I would like for him to move over so I can drive off, but he sticks it out. 2 lanes to the right of me is a Black Viper, driven by 2 young handsome lads doing the speed limit. Now when I saw them I thought immediately, "If I had that car I would never go the speed limit." But then I realized in my current car, Campbell I never do go the speed limit so I don't ever need to buy a sports car. Now Campbell is named after the soup company because I'm told my car is so small its a soup can and I'm totally ok with that. The VW Golf is a find German automobile. Back to the story.
The 2 hot guys see me and start going faster, well little did I know, but there is a highway patrol man sitting on the left side of the freeway and the BMW zooms right by him with me right behind, then the Viper. Sure thing the lights and sirens go on and honestly I almsot pee-ed my pants. Seriously my bladder did loosen when I heard that siren and never in my whole life have I been closer to peeing my pants. So we all start moving over, BMW, Viper and myself and merge into normal traffic and we all think that he got us. We are driving along ridiculously slow(65 mph) and the patrolman passes the viper shockingly, (if I were a patrolman I would always take down the sports car).
Then the patrol guy comes along side of me and as I turn to see if he wants me to move over, he keeps going and gets right behind the BMW and pulls him over. The Viper and I continue on our way, and then after a while the Viper pulls up along side of me and both of the guys wave and making gestures indicating that I was "that close to getting a ticket" and we all laugh and then they speed by me.
So what did I learn from this. 1) Never buy a nice car, police will just pull you over 2) If you speed, tailgate, so the other guy gets a ticket 3) You never know where you will make speeding friends. 4) I still enjoy speeding and this did not hinder my desire to speed 5)I will always go to the bathroom before driving.

Chivalry is Dead

So, by the title of my entry I know all the boys are rolling their eyes and the lovely ladies are shouting "AMEN to that Sista!" But this week I honestly have had some really good experiences with the dating field and plus Erin has been kind enough to share some of her experiences with me as well. So with our two powers combined, we have the most awesome stories. My best example came thursday night. My sister Stephy Steph, B.I.L (Brother in Law) Jeremey, Judd and I played our weekly tennis match and of course Judd and I won, but that's not the point of the post.
After we played, I was looking good with all my sweat, metallic hair clip strategically holding my hair out of my face and pajamas, but at 1130 at Kinko's one does not think about looking good. But honestly, I looked like crap. I needed to copy textbooks in order to sell them back to the over-priced bookstore and stick one to the man.
While I was copying away, mentally noting that there are some CRAZY people in Kinko's at that time of night, one of the workers came over and used the machine next to me. We start talking, chatting about San Diego, he just moved here from New York, wanted to know what fun things there were to do around here, didn't know anyone, wanted to volunteer at the VA because he wants to go to med school, blah blah blah.
Sidenote: Stating that one is going to go to med school to a random person is not all the attractive to me. I know people who do that, and it honestly doesn't make you anymore attractive, but it does make you look like an idiot when you don't end up going. Back to the story, I leave around 1 in the manana and end up giving the guy my number, because, well, why not and he says that he'll call me the next day to get some info and wants to do something. 3 days later, no call, but I really didn't think he would anyways. I wonder if there is some game the nightshift workers at Kinko's are playing to see how many phone numbers they can get. I hope the other guy is winning because he seemed nice, but the diamond stud in his ear was smaller than the New Yorker's.
It felt good for someone to ask for my number and they always say thay you never know where you will meet the special someone, but I've honestly lost hope that it will be the old fashioned way. That he'll get the number, call you up, have some awkward silence, ask you out, and if you have a good time, you'll do it again without thinking of what your kids will look like.
My co-worker Lori said she would pay for me to go on eHarmony.com and I remembered that my best friend growing up is now engaged to a man she met there, so it acutally looked tempting. I just need someone else to write my little blurp so that it would be unbiased and I am well on my way to having some computer love. I love that I am writing this and venting becuase I know that the only boy who will read this is TJ and he'll understand where I'm coming from and I won't ruin my chances with anyone else.

The Purpose of This Blog

I would like to formally state that the purpose of this blog is awareness not action. I will discuss later what you should all be aware of and not acting upon at a later date and time.
Also, I tried to make my wheat bread recipe with white flour and it tasted like fruity mold, so someone please help a sista out and get my wheat a grindin! Once again that is not a pick up line.

Thank you for you help