Remember Kevin?

I just saw him at UVU.
Holding a girl's hand laughing.

Kevin is doing just fiiine.

so this blog is so totally lame. i am so sorry for those of you who look at it thinking i have something funny to say and realize my last 5 or so posts have been anything but creative and could lull your 4 year old to sleep at night. i apologize. i have been scrounging for something funny for days... weeks...months now.. yes, i laugh on a regular basis, but never anything to really write about. My zipper was down all 8 hours or work yesterday? is that good? I will think of something, i promise.

until then... don't give your baby pop rocks.

Pictures for the thought

imma B

so after my encounters with Max, Randolph, Kevin, and a few others my brothers have been pretty worried about me giving out my number so nonchalant.. Today when i was walking home from school i saw down the road the one and only B Money.  A 38 year old "rap artist" who walks the streets of Provo selling T-shirts and Cd's.  His latest Cd titled: "From Bling to Riches".  I  tried avoiding him but he crossed the street at the perfect time and landed right in my way... there he was, in all his glory.  he informed me that he was "too small for his britches" and he wanted my number...  that was seriously our whole conversation. thinking back to my brothers advice... i gave him Kyle's. he then, on the side of the road, took my picture (for the contact number of course), told me he'd hit me up, and gave me a high five & left wearing his "I'm so Hood" t-shirt...

sorry kyle! B will be calling you to chill sometime shortly.

Benjamin Button

OOH an expired pie!

Brittany and I went to Costco today to buy some more KB socks and gum but we got oh so much more! The sample carts were out and we were hungry! we stopped by a few until our eyes met with Otis Spunkmeyer cookies! such a delight.  we scurried over to the tiny table to wait for them to come out of the easy bake oven.  i looked down at the tray to see that there was grease stains on the wax paper showing that the cookies are not cut into small sample pieces, no, they are completely round whole cookies given away. hot. straight from the oven, and for free. could the day get any better? honestly?  we anxiously waited our turn, there were 3 other young teens before us, not a problem, the tray had 6. the minute that tray was raised to put the mouth watering Otis cookies on the table  i heard coming from behind me shuffling small feet and the low hum of a little old man on a motorized cart. before i could even think the cookies were gone! i looked up to see with dismay an old lady and the little old man devouring MY cookies! now if you did your math right you'd be asking, where is the 6th cookie? a lady in her early 80's snatched it out from under us and in all her excitement she dropped it! i KNOW i wouldn't have done that. being old, i guess she assumed she had privileges, and she demanded the next cookie that was ready.  a swarm of 80 year olds, half walking half crippled, and 15 minutes later we finally got our cookies.  worth every push and shove.
we then headed over for the frozen foods, the ravioli! there was a not so strapping young man, due to apron and hairnet, giving the samples.  he told us that they wouldn't be ready for another 3-4 minutes. no problem. this time, we decided to be aggressive. while we waited we complained about the previous sample table, demanding to not relive it again. i, in my rather loud voice, told him all about the lady who dropped the cookie and how greedy she was demanding the next one... to my embarrassment she was right behind me! this sent us in an uproar... the little old man in the motorized cart then came quickly... then the shuffling.. these elderly are quick! the sample man was so amused by us, he said he was new in town.  he needed fun things to do and asked if we liked to go clubbing.. he then asked us if we knew anyone who could help him find things to do.. i KNEW this was a pick up line.  rapidly the last 3 minutes of conversation summarized in my head: Costco sample worker, club-er, 28, moving to Utah so he wouldn't get in "trouble" in California, beach trips on Sundays after Sacrament, and single for a reason popped into my head. intriguing? i think not. i decided to play it cool, dumb and dumber style, and tell him there are many fun people at UVU who i'm sure would be happy to help him tomorrow in class.

we then walked away eating our hot ravioli, leaving him and the elderly in the dust. together.
Thank you Costco for taking my $60 in exchange for conditioner, gum, and toilet paper.
and i thought i went there to save.

Golden Snitch

I was sneaking through a 6th graders email today and this is what i found:
"I have to tell you guys something. Im tired of lying to you guys so much. meet me in the creek at the porter rock well trail creek at 4:00 tomorrow. P.s check out these paintings I have made." 
I think I'll go check out the scene tomorrow in the creek at the porter rock well trail creek at 4:00.

i then found her in a chat room, some peoples kids..