Camping and Bang!


I am in such a good mood right now! I just had the best weekend ever. Guadalupe and I went camping with our good friends in who I will name Bieber (because he looks like his older brother) and “Best Friend” (who is Guadalupe’s younger brother’s past girlfriend-that is what I call her). Bieber is “Best Friend”‘s older brother. A group of ten of us went camping but I will only mention two other names. One I will call Deputy (Beiber’s ex girl friend) and the other Will(for no special reason- Bieber’s roomy). Camping over all was just fun. Bieber, Guadalupe and I have this love triangle joke going on. Bieber and Guadalupe were madly in love. But Guadalupe is moving to Provo so Bieber is now “in love” with me. But he still has feelings for Guadalupe. However, Bieber and I are getting married. We even have our first two children named. The whole thing is super silly but I find it amusing. Funny things happened camping but I want to move on to more important things. Camping was a blast except for having to potty in the wild.
Last night, Juan and I went over to Bieber’s to play the brilliant game of Bang (Guadalupe and “Best Friend” were both on dates that they both didn’t really want to be on- but they came later so it was all good). Deputy and Will were there from the beginning. The basic plot of the game is there is a sheriff, deputies, a renegade and outlaws. The Sheriff has to kill the outlaws and the renegade to win. The Deputy(deputies) have to protect the sheriff and help kill the outlaws and renegade, the renegade has to kill everyone, and the outlaws have to kill the sheriff to win. No one knows who anyone is except for the Sheriff (you figure it out as you go). So much stinkin’ fun. The reason why Deputy has her nickname is because anytime she was the Deputy her Sheriff had her killed. HaHa because everyone always thought she was the renegade. so funny. We played probably seven rounds; from 7:00pm to 2:00am (which is seven hours); my favorite was when we all bet on one game and put in money. I won $1.25 and I started with only .50. Sweet deal. We also ordered pizza. The whole thing was stinkin’ hilarious; Juan being the Sheriff was always hilarious. Favorite moments; the love triangle jokes (last night is when Bieber and I named our children (Henry Optimus Prime McKinnon and Khoe Kalae McKinnon); the Guadalupe short jokes; the making fun of Deputy for being a bad deputy and always being killed by the sheriff or another deputy; the betting; Juan just being hilarious as my brother always is; Guadalupe’s facial expressions throughout the game; my inability to lie about who I was; the feud between Juan and Will until one game they were both outlaws and won (after that they were like blood brothers every game after that); the amazing Bieber/Sheriff and Deputies win (I was one of the deputies) when at one point both deputies were killed and the renegade so it was Sheriff Bieber vs the 3 Outlaws. Bieber is probably the best at Bang- I admit it just not to him.
Oh,my gosh funnest night ever.And then I dreamt that I was telling the Bang Crew about the dream I had just had where I cut my hair pixie style and bleached it. I wish we were playing tonight but Bieber and “Best Friend” are going home to Firth (Guadalupe’s home town as well). Sigh. But I am so excited for the school year; playing Bang and watching Chuck with my new posse has me just really happy.

Freckles vs The Fly

So, today I go to the post office to mail off Chelsea’s b-day present. Of course, I decide to go at the busiest time of the day . . . 11:00am. The parking lot was completely full and I get inside to a long line and only one postal worker at the front desk. Needless to say I had to wait awhile. As I am in the massive line I notice a fly on my hand. I shoo it away only to have it land on my shirt. Again I try to brush it off. It goes to my arm. Another swish of the hand . . . another land on the shirt. By this time I start to not only get frustrated by the pesky fly but I start to feel self conscious . . . I am the only one swooshing at a fly. I don’t want people to think I have bad hygiene and therefore I attract the only fly in the room. For the record I had just showered. I smelled great. Well, the fly keeps landing on me. It even goes to my feet. I desperately want to swat the fly away but I don’t want to look like a crazy person flailing my arms about. I wonder if anyone is watching my intense and discreet battle with this fly. I then start to picture my self actually flailing my arms. This of course, makes me want to laugh out loud. So, now I am still trying to quietly shoo the fly, without making a scene and I’m trying to hold back fits of laughter. If anyone, was watching me they were probably like “Wow, this chick has issues” cause I’m smiling like an idiot and being unable to get the fly to just leave me alone. It wasn’t bugging anyone else. What is up with that? Finally, I get to the front of the line and fly tries the person in front of me. Of course, the gentlemen gives a light shoo and the fly is back to me. What the crap? Right? Maybe it was my orange shirt that attracted it. I don’t know. All I know is I smelled good and that I was very clean. Anyway, I eventually lose it when I go to the front desk but now I keep thinking I feel a fly somewhere on me. That blasted FLY! Ha ha!

Walls. . .

So, there was a boy in my ward . . . we’ll call him Jack. Jack is super shy but a really nice guy and not bad looking. I did not have a crush on Jack. Sadly, I haven’t had a crush on anyone in over a year. I’ve had a dry spell. (I still love Adam Brody of course). Anyway, I have told a few of my friends and loved ones that although I am not way into Jack I still think a date would be fun. I don’t actually know him well enough to like him. I decided today to try and be more “encouraging.” I’ve invited him to games in the past and soccer. Plus, I knew he had caught some fish and we had talked about having a fish night (which I figured would be like a group/party not a date thing). Anyway, tonight at ward prayer I tried to show him extra attention. As usual, it back fired. He had put his arm around me and was being all flirty and then I asked when we were going to eat fish. We started trying to plan and then in the middle of it all he says, “Yeah, I’m actually seeing someone right now.” Incredibly awkward. One, I wasn’t asking for a date. I was talking about a group activity. Two, I felt like an idiot for flirting. I tried to be smooth and say, “Just have her come. Party!” And then I said Guadalupe and I would bring dessert. I felt so dumb. I feel like anytime I try to put myself out there I get bit in the face. And it only makes me uglier. I give up. Can’t I? Dating is stupid. Trying to read people is even more stupid. I just want a mail order groom. Or better yet Adam Brody can just fetching convert, knock on my door and confess his love. I feel walls shooting up around me. Which I know isn’t good. But man, they are so there.
My roomy or past roomy Harper did point out it was good that he said something because then I won’t have to read him anymore and I can move on. She’s right.
I’m just tired of the only dates I go on are blind dates. No one who knows me wants to actually go on a date with me. Flirt like crazy? Yes. Hang out? Yes. Take me on a date? No.
I just can’t wait for school to start back up. I’ll spend my life at the school. Get paid very little and have no social life. But I’ll get to teach and do theatre and have students surrounding me everyday that I adore and that think I’m cool and fun. And I’ll be doing good. Thank heavens I’m a teacher. I’d be lost without my job. : )

Dance Means Something

As you know I am the biggest So You Think You Can Dance fan. Okay maybe not the biggest but I love it so so much. Anyway, I saw a dance tonight that almost brought me to tears. It is a contemporary piece by Travis Wall. Basically, Neil (white shirt) gets stabbed in the back by his dear friend Neil (black shirt). In my life I’ve had some rough relationships and it hasn’t always ended the way I would have liked (I think we could all say this). This dance portrayed some of the hurt I have felt when things have gone wrong. This dance just really means something to me. The part that hit me the most was when Neil first stabs him and Kent collapses. I know the feeling and then you’re angry and you just want them to hurt as much as you. Gosh, I just really really love this dance.

After watching the show I always wish I could dance. I love how they can show their emotion in such a powerful and beautiful way. I want to be a part of that. I actually feel inspired to take dance classes. I should do it. I really should. I suck now but maybe . . . maybe I could be okay and maybe I could just let it all go.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m so mad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!That is all. I’m over it.

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