One Of My Many Odd Collections

The pictures are pretty self-explanatory

Ummm, I started collecting Binder clips a couple of years ago. I am not obsessed, I just pick them up whenever I see them on the ground or under desks. There are a lot more than it seems, I just lined them up in size order. The smallest one is about 1/2 tall (excluding the metal clip part) and so far the smallest one I've ever found.

Enjoy. Or not.

Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan

Finally! For all you Twilight fans out there, Summit Entertainment has begun casting the movie (yes!) for pre-production begins in February. Isn't this wonderful news? Kristen has been my favorite nominee, so I am thrilled she has the role. Stephenie Meyer optioned for Danielle Panabaker, but I didn't think that Disney needed to take over yet another part of our world of entertainment. Kristen is awesome and totally deserves it.

You know what this means, right? They're going to have to cast Edward pretty soon if they're starting pre-production in two months. Yay! I can't wait. He might be incredibly horrible and painfully wrong, but also amazingly perfect. I don't know what to expect. : [

Life Lesson

I learned a very valuable life lesson just now, and felt the urge to write it down. The lesson is, don't let anyone inside your house unless you know exactly who it is and why they are there. Let me elaborate.

Just now, a single adultish looking kid rang our dorbell and said, "Hi! I'm looking for Andrew. He's here to pick me up." My dad let him in, thinking that our home teacher (a man who comes to visit the familes once a month in the Mormon faith to discuss family matters, gospel truths, etc.) Andy was meeting someone at our house to teach us with him. He let him in, but the boy said something like "Hold on. He's calling me right now." He walked outside and my mom yelled from the computer, "Who was that?" My dad being my dad said "Oh, I don't know." That not only worried me, but amused me. I thought he was joking or distracted and didn't respond correctly so didn't really think about it. Whenever our home teacher comes, we gather the family and sit in the living room to talk with him about whatever is going on in our lives, and then he shares a lesson he's prepared with us. Dad told me to "gather the troops" so I obediently went upstairs to find my brothers. We were all assembled in the living room waiting for Andy's obscure young friend to return. He came back in to say something to us, but then his phone rang again. He was in and out, eventually walking through our house about three times. He finally came to sit down with us, and looked obviously uncomfortable. My dad started introducing himself, assuming this boy was new to the ward or something, and began to ask what the boy's association with Andy was. He said that he was meeting Andy and Brian (coincidentally the name of our home teacher's son) and that they were driving back up to BU tonight. My mom's maternal instincts had told her from the beginning, as she later explained to me, that this man was not supposed to be in our house. She automatically knew from his last comment that he was in the wrong place, and asked him which Andy he was looking for. He said Andy something. Unintelligable. It was not our Andy though! That's about when I started hyperventilating, and Mom stood up and started cautiously ushering him towards the door. I didn't hear much of the conversation afterwards, but apparently he had typed his friend's address incorrectly into his GPS and was taken to our house. For those who know where I live, my house isn't exactly easy to show up at by ACCIDENT.

This just goes to show how people can get the right names of people who are scheduled to be somewhere at the right time.

I have learned something today, and I hope you do too. (For those of you chortling with amusement now, this is not a laughing matter. :0)

SOS! SOS! SOS! SOS!

Now, many people (ehemm...Mary) find the story ABOUT the story to be more pleasurable than the story itself, but I hope this 100% factual retelling will not fall under that category.

My beautiful, smart, athletic, stunning Arabian princess friend has always been worried that nobody likes her (What?) and that she doesn't fit in with anybody. She has on multiple occasions listed her flaws, like a loud laugh and a crooked nose, that she can't possibly fix, so therefore no one will ever like her. Well...actually, wait. This story begins a couple of weeks ago actually. Let me backtrack for you.



A boy that she, Natalie we'll call her, really likes is on the varsity track team, placed 3rd out of 250 high schoolers down in the city last week (which he had to miss half of the school day for), and is extremely smart, cute, and funny. All the works. Anyways, Natalie had been talking to him, Ben, about a field hockey game she was going to be playing in that afternoon.

He said, "I don't think I can make it today 'cause I have track. I'll try though."

She and I didn't really know what "I'll try" meant to him, because later that day when we were all set up in our positions on the field I saw Ben in my peripheral vision appear from behind the elementary school building, which was a stone's throw away from our field, taking his iPod out of his ears and talking to a couple of his friends who had come too. I literally jumped up in the air and turned around to show Natalie. The two of us were screaming, quietly screaming, and jumping. She suddenly was very embarrassed that he had actually come, and started feeling queasy. I told her she was a great player and not to loose her head. Right then I also realized something. He had had track practice at the high school earlier, right? Our field was about FOUR MILES away. He had ran the whole way!!! The referee blew the whistle so I wasn't able to start quiet screaming again with Natalie, but knowing he was there gave both her AND I surges of energy at sporadic points in the game.
I think thats enough.

To be continued...

Rah Rah!

My uncle and cousins are going to the BYU game today...URGHHH...And i'm stuck at home watching it. Poo. Pretty intense, however. I'm quite enjoying myself...Dressing up in blue and white and wearing blue makeup can really lift one's spirits. Chips and salsa helps too. :0)

Enchanted by Enchanted...

Amy Adams does a superb job as Giselle, an "other wordly princess" dropped into Times Square. I absolutely loved the fresh twist on the Snow White-Sleeping Beauty type classic tale. She is adorably optimistic and kind, so much so that the down-to-earth "dreams don't come true" Manhattan lawyer decides to take her in and help her in her time of need. Patrick Dempsey, who else, sweeps Giselle offs her feet and realizes ________________. Whoops. Just about to spoil it....Sorry! Anyways, Enchanted s' extremely fun, innocent, and optimistic nature has a Hairspray type feel to it and spontaneous musical numbers all over NYC. Anyone who loves the city, true love or both will love Enchanted!

Happy Turkey Day!

The title says it all! I am so thankful for all of my family and good friends. I am blessed to have such support among all the people I love. :0)