guilty pleasures.
1. peanutbutter. on everything.
2. warm socks. i've said this before.
3. pellet ice. like the stuff our school has during soccer season.
4. homemade jerky & salsa. so good.
5. the smell of cinnamon.
6. strawberry jam on grilled cheese. instructions: butter one side of two pieces of bread. put slices of cheese in the middle & grill to perfection over medium heat. wait until cheese is thoroughly cheesy, and bread slices are golden brown. turn off stove. smother top of sandwich with strawberry jam & enjoy. thank you danny dorius.
7. mini sandwiches. the ones on rolls that they have at parties.
8. spoiling friends. LOVE spending money on everyone.
9. the backstreet boys. nuff said.
10. fruit snacks.
11. high school musical sound track.
12. prison break. i watched the ENTIRE first season in 24 hours. in fact it was the night after christmas last year. i still have not seen the other seasons, but please, lets have a marathon and rejoice in the cunning mind of michael. who is, if i might add, pretty darn attractive.
13. rolly chairs, or spinny chairs.
14. chocolate shakes or banana shakes. taco amigo. obviously.
15. the dentist. numby stuff & lots of laughing gas.
16. the smell of my shampoo. aussie.
17. the twilight series. read them. probably memorized them. sue me.
18. blog stalking and fbook stalking. everyday.
19. paychecks.
20. coldstone: cake batter with brownie. i don't know what it is, but every time i go to coldstone i can't get myself to try anything else. i guess i have a phobia of disappointment and thus stick with my previous orders. however, i have sampled other flavors. oatmeal cookie dough is delightful.
21. not wearing pants. i'm not a pants girl. i prefer spandex or underwear.
22. sports bras. love them.
23. eminem. i'm definitely too white.
24. making shoes on Nikeid.
25. roller coasters. i love them. as long as i'm safe.
26. haunted houses & scary movies. thrill seeker? ha, maybe.
27. i love lucy, tom & jerry, really old cartoons.
28. singing.
29. babies. perhaps i'm baby-hungry. but everytime i see a cute child, i just want to snatch it up and snuggle. they're adorable, and i love them. especially if they have big eyes and adorable smiles. freckles are nice too.
30. 11:11 wishes.
31. food network. top chef, man vs. food, cake boss, etc.
32. mulan, tarzan, & hercules.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
nine ladies dancing.
on the ninth day of christmas:
i didn't sleep well at all.
i woke up at 4:30 to watch cartoons.
i soon realized that wasn't possible. power outage, thanks.
i hid my phone cause it kept beeping.
i loved the snow. all of it.
i shoveled the driveway in leggings and slippers.
i shoveled the sidewalk, everywhere, on our fourwheeler.
i got burried in the snow that fell from that tree.
i worked. for almost six hours.
i ate apple spice junction. so good.
i went to young womens, food drive total success.
i came home to watch august rush and 17 again. two faves.
i got ready for bed.
i counted down: christmas in four days.
so you think you can dance?
Monday, December 20, 2010
eight maids-a-milking.
on the eighth day of christmas:
i woke up after having a dream about being pregnant. why was this necessary?
i made a present for the dorius family. they're wonderful to me.
i went to the dorius family christmas open house.
i ate the most delicious clam chowder provided by papa dorius.
i had a roller coaster night. happy. sad. happy. sad.
i watched this video. baby-hungry girls. loved it.
i got a hug. much needed.
i slipped on the slush, and fishtailed around a turn.
i made it home.
i blogged & counted down: five days until christmas shopping.
eight of them.
in the face of adversity,
D&C 121:7
My son, peace be unto thy soul; thine adversity and thine afflictions shall be but a small moment;
Alma 34:41
But that ye have patience, and bear with those afflictions, with a firm hope that ye shall one day rest from all your afflictions.
Alma 31:31
O Lord, my heart is exceedingly sorrowful; wilt thou comfort my soul in Christ. O Lord, wilt thou grant unto me that I may have strength, that I may suffer with patience these afflictions which shall come upon me..
Ether 12:6
..for ye receive no witness until after the trial of your faith.
Romans 5:3-4
And not only so, but we glory in tribulations also: knowing that tribulation worketh patience; And patience, experience; and experience, hope
any others? those scriptures that give you hope in hard times?
i wrote a little poem a while ago.
We're Never Alone:
Lonesome, and weathered, our journey can be,
weary, and unable to carry on.
But my Savior, Christ, calls "Come unto me,"
He listens and hears our sad-heart songs.
Brother, Redeemer, help lighten my load
on my knees, will I come to thee.
These burdens weigh down, on life's trying roads.
My Lord, My God, draw nigh unto me.
In the darkest of nights, temptations thrive,
attacking souls, famished from lack of light.
But Christ falters not, stands strong by our side.
Reassured and secured, our hope ignites.
Hope in the atonement, He died for ME,
MY sorrows and sins in the Olive Press,
were bled from each pore in Gethsemane
His unconditional love was professed.
He'll never leave us alone on our way,
and if we are humble, He will provide
comfort, advice, and strength in our days,
peace and renewed faith, in Him we confide.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
seven swans-a-swimming.
on the seventh day of christmas:
i went to church.
i listened to fantastic choir christmas program by danny.
i ate a glorious dinner.
i met with my bishop.
i went to a fireside about afghanistan.
i got a cool scarf turban thing from afghanistan.
i napped to the sound of football.
i got ready for bed.
i love sundays.
i count down: christmas in six days.
swan princess anyone?
love odette.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
six geese-a-laying.
on the sixth day of christmas:
i woke up.
i showered.
i attempted christmas shopping.
i got a headache.
i sat at home.
i kind of hung out with danny.
i probably cried a lot.
i talked to my mom.
i blogged.
long day.
six geese-a-laying.
need i say more?
if live was a canvas - mine's nearly naked.
kirsten: plain old jane.
i came to realize there's not a whole lot interesting about me.
i don't have any crazy talents, i'm not REALLY good at anything.
i'm just average. maybe below average seeing as i'm a Utahn and
i haven't ever been skiing, snowboarding, seen the grand canyon,
made a snowman, seen the Salt Lake, fill in the blank. i only play
one sport, and i've played for at least 11 years now, but i'm just
average. i can play a little bit of the piano, but quit after 4 years
of lessons and no real progress. i'm not a very good singer, perhaps
average? when around other people, i have a tendency to make a
total fool of myself. emotional is my middle name. i'm not incredibly
beautiful or rich. i'm not spectacular or amazing at all.
but you know, for being a plain old jane, i imagine i'm doing alright.
ha, look at me, it's a saturday night during christmas break, and i'm
blogging away my self pity. sheesh, i'm pathetic right now. i think i'll
go make a grilled cheese.
Friday, December 17, 2010
five gold rings
on the fifth day of christmas:
i slept in. again. again.
i woke up for english.
i watched a christmas movie from 1930.
i drank hot chocolate.
i watched House in medical anatomy.
i saw amy. it's been so long.
i listened to more dboard confessionals.
i came home.
i bought myself christmas presents with my moms money.
i put money in my account.
i was blessed by a stranger as he left a five dollar
bill for me at the bank, saying merry christmas.
i was happy.
i ate taco amigo. i love my brother.
i babysat. kind of. the kids were asleep.
from 7 until now, almost midnight.
i watched inception and letters to juliet in that time frame.
i also ate lots of fruit snacks and drank water.
i loved the snow.
i came home to a house smelling of dried jerky.
i saw mommy wrapping presents.
i felt tired and started a yawn fest.
i am blogging.
i realize, it's christmas break.
i count down: christmas in eight days.
i love christmas.
five gold rings,
maybe if you are
a billionaire,
we can be friends
this christmas.
can you believe, christmas is here?
Thursday, December 16, 2010
four calling birds.
on the fourth day of christmas:
i slept in. again.
i made sugar cookies in foods.
i ate those sugar cookies.
i drank mint truffle hot chocolate, supplied by Danny.
i watched the Newsies in US history.
i did not have to stay in advisory.
i watched brady play danny in fifa.
i sang songs and loved the seminary assembly.
i wrote cards to terminally ill children.
i liked that a lot.
i brought danny hot chocolate.
it wasn't as good as the one he brought me.
i felt sad again.
i wore leggings, leg warmers, boots, a hoodie and coat.
i cashed my check and returned sweat pants to danny.
i got home and napped.
i LOVED that nap.
i dreamed of christmas.
i woke up for dinner at seven.
i ate mama chus.
i came home to find a messy bed room.
i thought about folding laundry. again.
i was frustrated that my nail polish was chipping already.
i counted down: christmas break in 18 hours.
christmas in only nine days.
i felt like celebrating a lot.
four words,
waiting to be heard.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
a vegetarian lifestyle.
the thing about jerky is, i don't want to see it until it's done.
but my momma whips out her meat slicer today and i get
that nauseas feeling inside, the one that makes your stomach
all knotty. and then, before i can escape the horror of raw
meat being splat on the slicer, she asks me to help her out.
ah shucks. so there i sit, grabbing paper thin slices of meat
as she cranks the blade back and forth.
oh please bless.
i'm getting light headed and my hands are feeling tingly. the
stench of raw meat is smothering me. i resist the urge to gag
multiple times, and i fail. multiple times. sometimes i try to grab
the piece of meat and the stringy fat is stuck on the blade.
more gagging. i keep my hands away from my face. i refuse
to touch anything, that reeking smell is liquid all over them. and
i'm lightheaded as i walk to the sink. this isn't good.
my sister thinks its funny to discuss meat packing plants and
the slaughtering of animals for human satisfaction because it
irritates me. right now, the overwhelming urge to purge has
drowned out my irritability.
heavens, please stop.
so there you go.
i hate meat.
i hate the taste.
i hate the texture.
i hate knowing how we got it.
i hate knowing that we eat it.
i hate the smell.
i hate the look of raw meat.
i'm definitely not the carnivore type.
three french hens
on the third day of christmas:
i slept in, because i don't have a first period.
i finished my english paper about Jesus.
i took a ridiculous test in medical anatomy.
i ate that shake i won in the bet. banana.
i learned how to say xbox in sign language. and more.
i watched the first part of the grinch.
i listened to the whole class quote it.
i got an urge to see the grinch all the way through.
i went to danny's indoor soccer game.
i realized, i'm an excellent coach.
i got more excited than i should when they tied the game
in the last thirty seconds. soccer. it's intense business.
i almost got another courtesy cone.
i thought about going running.
i forgot to cash my check.
i painted my nails bright red. red is for courage.
i discovered my anonymous note giver. thank you.
i blogged. [right now]
i listened to laura marling.
i procrastinated my laundry. again.
i spent countless hours at the mall christmas shopping.
i ate a sensuous sandwich for dinner.
i spent countless hours at the mall christmas shopping.
i ate a sensuous sandwich for dinner.
i counted down: christmas break, two days.
christmas day, ten days.
i fbook stalked & blog stalked.
i finished a christmas present. one down.
i got a 47 out of 50 on my political science final.
i got a 47 out of 50 on my political science final.
i loved today.
three french men,
to make me food.
pasta please.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
two turtle doves
on the second day of christmas:
i woke up early to get doped up on laughing gas.
i fell in love with the dentist.
i drove home, drugged and numb in my right cheek.
i got to school in time for second period.
i had a sub in foods, despite the fact that he could walk
perfectly fine with a cane, he drove his wheel chair, at
probably -0.04 miles an hour with a black flag attached
and bright orange flames on it. he probably had two hairs
on his head and wore glasses four inches thick.
[please excuse my exaggeration]
i continually massaged my numb cheek in hopes to regain feeling.
i became a russian, seamstress immigrant, married to a kid in
my class, that had pink eyes, heart problems, and something
wrong with my face. also, i was called 'stupid' in spanish, and
got deported out of america. [welcome to ap us history]
i ate grilled cheese, grilled to perfection.
i learned about D&C 76 and how to live a celestial life.
i got another angel.
i had a relieving, honest talk with danny.
i considered folding the pile of laundry on my bed.
i delivered cookies to elderly, or homebound wardies & caroled.
i added to my collection of 57 notes.
i considered painting my nails.
i checked my grade in psychology. the B was generous.
i listened to aly & aj's christmas music.
i worked on christmas presents.
i watched payson beat our boys basketball team.
i won a bet, arctic circle shakes.
i watched payson beat our boys basketball team.
i won a bet, arctic circle shakes.
i counted down to christmas break, three days.
i counted down to christmas day, 11 days.
turtle doves. how about two turtle shakes
and dove chocolates. mmm love it.
Monday, December 13, 2010
a partridge in a pear tree.
on the first day of christmas:
i aced my political science test.
i wrote an english paper about Jesus.
i wrote a two page note to someone dear.
i had my first peanut butter sandwich in over a week.
i worked for two hours.
i helped danny apply for a job.
i bought taco amigo, nacho supreme and fries.
i piled laundry on my bed to fold.
i procrastinated my psychology final.
i had a christmas dinner with my sunday school class.
i blogged.
i worked on christmas presents.
i felt like puking up everything i had eaten.
i cuddled with warm rice bags.
i did not feel like it was christmas.
what's a partridge anyway, and why would i
want pear tree? my true love is so thoughtful.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
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