My "vents" needs to be "vented"... Here I go...

Okay so a little bit on my mind....more like a LOT on my mind. These days have been so crazy, I am so tired literally tired of my animals. They are always doing something sneaky and causing my anxiety levels to rise. The dog keeps on holding in her "issues" until she is inside. She can do it outside on the grass but NO she would rather tottle away from me in one fleatin second and Crap in my room. :( Grrrr. Then my poor little kitty is still learning to use the litter box properly and occasionaly steps in her little duties....NOT COOL. I always have this fear of it so I check her paws almost EVERY time she uses this box and sometimes I have to run her into the bathroom and wash her feet. EEEeeew... :'( I have made the decision that my animals shall be outdoor animals one day and that is the way it will stay, FOREVER. As soon as I have a house with a yard, they are outa here. Poop anywhere out there for all I care jeeeez.
My stress is crazy these days it seems that all it takes is the crazy St. George heat mixed with the drama of my days, and BAM I am one frazzled girl. I need a vacation so freakin bad. Any ideas?..

Temple Happys

Having had a wierd past couple of days, this experience was a little slice of happiness in the middle of so much chaos and confusion. While driving to the library today I was sitting in the car still feeling a little sick from something that made me sick yesterday; when I drove past the St. George temple and all of a sudden I felt so comfortable and happy, and it was as though the wonderful feelings of being around the temple were leaking out through the fence and touching those passing by. It was wonderful and I can't really even explain the feeling other than I know I want to go back. :)

LADY CLEARING THE POOL DECK SAY WHAT?......

So today was pretty adventurous. I went shopping with my mom and sista, then came home and made some super adorable magnets. Then me and friends decide we want to go and swim. So we do. Were swimming around having a jolly good time when we decide to go and sit in the hot tub, so I swim up to the kitty pool end of the kidney bean shaped pool to walk over to the hot tub and dont think anything of it...why would i right?...So we sit in the hot tub for a couple a minutes when one of the managers who happened to be swimming at the time went around the pool telling everyone the pool deck was closing. I ask her why and she replies, "a kid had an accident and then him and his dad just left and didnt say anything". So im thinking....um how long has this $hit been floating in the water with us, and gross! I swam through the kitty poo, I mean pool. Immediatly everyone gets out of the pool like you see in the movies, only this time its for real. Everyone is grabbing their stuff and shivering with disgust. ME ESPECIALLY...I DONT DO POOP!! It was quite a tragic little event of my day :( I will never be the same. I had an entire new outlook on the signs that read: "Welcome to our OOL notice there is no P in it" well now im thinking they should read: "Welcome to our L notice there is not POO in it or P". Anywho that is my rant of "the day that turned to $hit". hahaha

and down he goes...

So im sitting in my bedroom blow drying my hair ladi da when my brother Westin comes out of his room with a "freak its morning already look" as his hair is all in disaray and his eyes haven't fully opened, ok to put it shorter he looked drugged. Anyway, he walks by my room and I say hey buddy, and he looks at me like: "???" then walks into the bathroom. I continue drying my hair when I hear a loud THUMP so I stop and holler "Wes"? and then figure his dog just pulled something off his dresser or desk in his room, so I keep on drying that mane of mine when a few minutes later my bro Wes hobbles into my room with a look on his face like a sad little 6 year old that just bummed his knee and says, "I just passed out! I was walking into the bathroom and fell asleep and woke up on the bathroom floor" (I think this kid almost even cried which he does NOT do) So I begin to look around and the poor guy had a huge red mark on the center of his stomach (right in the middle of his scar from when he had his colon removed just 2 months ago :/...) his back had red marks on it and his face and arms did as well. All I can figure is this guy hit EVERY possible surface on his way down to the tile floor. Oh and then later he walks into the bathroom and see's all his cologn and stuff on the counter all out of order and immediatly thinks "BECKY!!" haha, well buddy you did that one all on your own.

I am happy to say that it is now 10:13 pm and he is alive and well. Luckily as far as we are concerned there is no serious damage. ;) Yay!

Did I happen to mention that for him to pass out in our bathroom with the door closed had to be close to really painfull for this 6 foot 6 and 1/2inch dude. wow

p.s...isn't he so cute? hehehe

thoughts...

Yay, I have an exciting new idea for a blog I am going to create!! Can't wait.

Me thoughts on Marco Polo!!

Marco Polo is a game I hate to play for many reasons. The main reason being this: Those playing this rediculous game swim around the pool like a bunch of tards, while a blind tard yells out MARCO in hopes that the other wierdos will reply POLO. You swim/walk away from this blind fellow trying to not be groped or wacked by his/her wandering flailing arms.

"Yeah, I dated a guy named Marco once, and everywhere I went, whenever I called to him, "Marco"...people kept yelling POLO..I could never figure it out!"

So Long, oh time my beloved friend!

It has been FOREVER since I have posted in here. :( I need to be better. Well life in general is better because I am now living back in my home town. Yipee for me. My little Brother is healing wonderfully and is pretty much back to normal. My other brother Casey is doing fantabulous on his mission and is living up the coastal life. My niece is growing ever so fast, and has followed her auntie Becky and daddy Blakes tradition of giving oneself a hair cut at the ripe ol age of 3. Mommy about died but auntie Becky has to laugh because I pretty much think it is a right of passage for almost EVERY kid! I know I need to post pictures and will do just that asap. But for now I am tired because of 3 animals who take turns causing me anxiety each and every day. I love em, but man sometimes I wanna................ok Im gonna tune off for right now and call it a dandy night. I need some shut eye!