Boogers

"Booger"=an unmentionable in my vocabulary.

Having a cold is not just inconvenient for me, it's tortuous. I hate to admit it but I am twenty one years old and still cannot blow my nose. I have been able to teach myself to be semi-okay with saline rinses and then MICAH, told us that people die in Louisiana from saline rinsing. I guess I'm willing to take the chance and for some odd reason Dave saline rinses more since Micah told us that.

I made my teacher last semester wash his hands five times throughout class when he had a cold. I still got it. My idea of dinner conversation does not consist of telling how your kindergarteners smeared the biggest wad of mucus on your story-time carpet. Yet, I know this is my one downfall with children. Think about it: even the most adorable children at some point in time, comes up to you with that snot hanging halfway down their face. That is the precise instant I run. I find myself not wanting to force the cold onto my friends but get depressed as I play alone while the others are laughing in the other room. I hate wasting time but find myself quarantine if I want this slimy cold to embark upon a different adventure. Sometimes, I try to ignore sicknesses altogether because it is all mental, right? Wrong. If I had just taken the time that I needed when I first needed it, I wouldn't be with the unmentionable above. 

I believe in hot tea.

Success!

The Queens 

Done. Finally. and I think it's lookin' good.

It's a breath of fresh air to feel like we have finally successfully finished this film and developed the story we were looking for.

I believe in commitment.

Floppy

What Napoleon Dynamite should have performed....

Ethnographic Typography

...is my current obsession.
I want to try it. And be good at it of course!

I believe in words.

Bang!

Dave and I introduced the game BANG! to my family last night and I was one stealthy critter. I never can lie! But luckily enough, the Jazz game was on, my sheriff husband was distracted by it and my seductive moves convinced him I was his Deputy when in fact, I was the RENEGADE! It was brilliant I say, brilliant! I made it all the way to the end. Celebratory dance....

I believe in baby snuggles.

Cats Cats Cats

I've never given cats a fair chance. 

I've been a dog person since birth (my first best friends were all the neighborhood dogs) and somewhere in that process, my love for cats diminished. We had a falling out and are on the long recovering road of  flourishing the love once again. The instigator of changing my hatin' ways is specifically from this cat, Pepper. A South-Dakotan Cat, of course.

Both Dave and I owe a lot to cats though. When we were younger, they saved both of our lives. Dave got lost in Seattle when he was 4(?) and the cats of Seattle protected him. I was lost when I was three and when the police found me in the backyard of my neighbors at 3am, I was asleep with three cats keeping me warm.

Last week Dave gave back to our friendly cats and epicly rescued a cat stuck on the freeway. I include this because whenever someone asks Dave "what's new in your life," he enthusiastically responds with his cat rescue story. Someday, my denial will no longer be valid and I will rejoice in my fellow furry creatures like I was always meant to do. Until then, Pepper will be the sole cat that I feel connected to.

Try THIS!

Let your creative brain explode!

"Experiment:

This entire weekend, I will not think about school or edit any film."

-the wishful thinking of David Fesler

I wish...

I woke up mad this morning.

At my TV.

It's odd that I'm having such a hard time with them, considering my major but it happens to the best of us. I  was sooo very mad that I had to take a walk outside to keep myself from obliterating it. There comes a point in time that I feel that screens are bombarding my personal life and I have reached that point. For some reason, even the look of it highly offended me. I had to calm down my thoughts of: "We said we wouldn't even have a TV our first year of marriage. This gianormous TV was a great deal. We didn't even watch that much TV. .  .  . .before." Maybe it's because I knew that Thursdays I have classes until 9 and two movies to look forward to with challenging themes.  I wish I could break up with movies. Just for a little bit.

In my dream I was on a cruise ship like the one for my Honeymoon. I had to fight for my life against two full grown men. Then, Rihanna. 

I want the story of my life to be more entertaining than the movies. Fat chance, huh.

True Love

Dave has chest hair that is more powerful than Sampson's.

I've asked him if I can shave it for years now. Mainly as a joke for shock value but it soon turned into a habit.

Last night, he gave the ultimate sacrifice out of love. Now, he is officially branded and 'mine.' ALLLLLL mine!

I believe in days dedicated to love.

The Consequences: always interesting.

Blogger has not allowed me to blog for the last five days.
I thought to myself: if the blog needs a break, I can respect that.

In the meantime, a lot can happen in five days and oh boy has it. Mainly a variety of wise and poor choices.

Wise Choice: Getting Frozen yogurt with my Film Crew. 

Those rockstars. Joy to my heart.

Poor Choice: plucking a noticeable chunk of eyebrow off.

When I was 13, I accidentally shaved most of my eyebrow off. Little did I know, it wouldn't grow back or look normal until I was 15. Did I think to pencil it in? Nope. This was a small reminder to myself. I do not recommend the razor technique to those beginners out there. 

Iffy Choice: Choosing to film my dad instead of studying for my test.

Everything was going according to plan until I realized, hey, tomorrow is a HUGE day for my father. Which means, it's a HUGE day for my family.  So instead of doing the homework, I filmed my dad and decided to wake up in four hours to do it again. His luscious locks are getting lost in the morning! Moment of silence.

Wise Choice: Filming BYU Experience

BYU Experience is an opportunity for those who are disabled to get the college treatment. If this is how college should be, what have I been doing? It was delightful! The best choice for a Friday night activity. The people I met were so genuine, I felt like I had known them my entire life.

Poor Choice: Drinking 11-year old V8 Juice.

V8 has been my thang lately, I crave it often. Drinking juice that was made the year I was in the 4th grade led to many other poor decisions. Mainly gagging.

Iffy Choice: Stake Dance for Married Couples? 

(or EFY Dance with babies) 

I felt like I grew up the two seconds it took to walk through the door, it was the first time I didn't feel like dancing at a dance. Although, I didn't really mind seeing a father very passionately singing "I will always love you" to his newborn, the atmosphere was definitely awkward. Don't dare look at anyone other than your husband. Try not to step on the children. Justin Biebs? No thanks.

Wise Choice: Going to the first sealing of a family. 

Not just any family, my cousin's family. Man, was it glorious? I love weddings.

Poor Choice: Pinching Dave's Bum in front of my Dad.

Sorry honey?

Iffy Choice: Taking an energy pill on Friday. 

The more conversations I remember about Friday, the more embarrassed  I get. Sorry if you were one of the victims. I'm usually not quite as talkative.

I believe in good company.

Diana

 Yep, her mission call came on her birthday.

A Tribute.

We wear my Grandpa Chee Chee's clothing and are proud of it!

Yes, that means I as well am sporting my grandfathers sweaters on a weekly basis.

In a way this is how we tribute the legacy of a great man who promised he'd come to my wedding.

He passed away when I was ten, but I know he was there. Glen doesn't lie.

I believe my husband is Fiiiiiiiiiiine.

Three's a Charm

We watched Planet of The Apes last night. When my dad left, I went outside to go say goodbye and he was bounding down the street like an ape-knuckles swaying towards the ground and all.

Linda said that Melatonin (a sleeping aid) is why black people have a darker pigment in their skin. Dave believed her and was sorely disappointed when he was corrected.

In the film I watched the other night, they butchered a cow. That scene did the trick to convert me into vegetarianism. I've been on the ledge of this decision for quite some time now. The only problem is that the next morning I woke up and craved chicken all day. I was a vegetarian for at least eight hours though.

I believe in laughter.

Bet Cha Didn't Notice This Before

One of those glass shattering moments:

What were you saying there Shia? Yea? Ok.

Just Because

I got to spend all day with birthday girl.

Homework? Suffering. 

Worth it.

Without spilling secrets, I'm excited for her!

Bluebird

Luke Davidson stayed with us last night.

He was driving from California to South Dakota.

 He is great company. 

He left me delicious girl scout cookies to devour.

Starry Eyed Lives

At one point during your lifespan, you will encounter a human being that is different than any other individual you have previously met. To recognize this kindred spirit look for the signs of them quickly falling into position of:  co-conspirator, frienbling and co-innovator. 

 I always seem to come home with an incredibly farfetched dream I'm motivated to achieve when I'm with Jessica and so I'm fairly certain Dave gets nervous if I mention I saw her. Our aspirations have not always been in vain though: we have successfully traveled  Paris, cried together the night before my wedding and a secret I'm not yet allowed to spill. I call it fate that at age 13, Jess, Sonia and I were put into a Pride and Prejudice reading group together. We were created to inspire each other.

Tomorrow, is Jess's Birthday.
I want it to be everything her heart desires.

I believe to not fail without a fight.

No Crumpets and Tea for Me

The only logical explanation is to...Krump.

Here, lies never-before-seen footage of Dave and I dancing our worries away last night http://youtu.be/tjbJ9yzDrEc. Tee hee, it's a little embarrassing since we are just beginners but who knows? we might be a youtube sensation. Dave does love his red pants, my hair kept getting caught in my face and the hidden camera makes our apartment look a tad bit different. Krumping is for the "it's STILL january?" moments when the main thing you'd like to do is just punch the floor because that makes sense at the time. Next time your day is close to lousy, krumpet away. The process is quite healing.

This video has nothing to do with krumping or our last night adventure, but it's audition was interesting enough to include. 

I believe in bridging cultural gaps.