Showing posts with label Blond Moment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blond Moment. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

I Not Late


I always seem to be running late!  I am most likely going to be late for my own funeral.  I hope that as I am floating around on the other side I can some how pop the tire of the Hurst driving my casket to the funeral.  Why would I want to do this?  Because I WANT to be late to my own funeral.  As everyone is (sadly - I hope) mourning my loss I will suddenly bust up laughing (just in spirit - my body will be lying there dead and will not be able to laugh). Let me remind you why this is so funny...because, lo and behold, I will have made it possible to be late to my own funeral!!!  Check that off my "to do list!"

Enough of my childish behavior...  Let me begin by sharing a few stories of my tardiness with you, the reader, so that you can have a better understanding to my calm, cool, and collected attitude I have towards being on time to things.

Example 1
Several years ago I was on a Hawaiian cruise.  Each day of the tropical cruise, the ship would stop at the different islands of Hawaii.  One day we were at Oahu, one day at The Big Island, one day at Maui, and one day at Kauai.  Each day we would depart from the boat with a time given that we would need to be back on the boat by.  On this particular day we were docked at the beautiful island of Kauai.  As soon as we departed the boat we took a taxi to the nearest car rental, and rented a car so that we could see as much of the island as time allowed.  We saw a lot on this particular day.  We went to the "Grand Canyon" of Hawaii (also known as Waimea Canyon), saw a very rare blow hole (Halona Blowhole), and then with the time remaining we went swimming in the warm turquoise waters of Hawaii.  After some time swimming we decided it was about time to head back to our ship.  But, before heading back we had to have an authentic Hawaiian snow cone.  With the popularity of snow cones in Hawaii it seemed very fitting to end our day with an ice cream on the bottom-shaved ice-tropical flavors-sweet and condensed milk-whipped cream snow cone.  As we were enjoying our cone, we were kicked back relaxing "Hawaiian style."  That means we took our sweet time because nobody ever hurries in Hawaii.  Suddenly we noticed that it was almost time to return to our cruise ship.  None of us seemed to be in much of a hurry, so again we took our sweet time.  We of course, were thinking we had more then enough time.  Finishing our snow cones we finally made our way back to the car rental, got a taxi back to the ship, and continued slowly to the cruise ship.  Just in the nick of time we happen to arrive just as they were pulling the planks from the platform.  HOLY COW!  WE ALMOST MISSED THE SHIP!!!  If you can imagine myself and three other girls, in flip flops, sarongs, and heavy bags we took off running like a scary clown with a bloody knife was right on our heels.  With moments to spare we jumped the plank and hopped on to the cruise ship.  In the end, we were greeted with many laughing passengers up above on their balconies clapping and yelling for our safe arrival.  Needless to say, I was grateful we made it on time.  Even a few months after this incident of almost missing our cruise ship I was surprisingly on time.

However, being on time did not last long....

Example 2
Many spring breaks ago my sister, my friend Holly, and I decided to go to the most magical place in the world, Disney World.  Upon arriving it was very touch and go.  As we were leaving St. George on a late night to catch our red eye flight to Florida I received a phone call from Delta letting us know our flight had been delayed.  Well a delay to me means, we have time to party it up before arriving at the airport.  I suggested we eat at the Cheesecake Factory.  Everyone happened to agree, so we went and ate some good food before boarding the plane.  (Some people get drunk in Vegas - not I; I go there to eat! And to eat well!)  After our very late dinner we decided we would head on over to the airport.  As our late night carried on we had lost track of time, and realized we should've been at the airport sooner.  With a very small window of time we parked our car (which happened to be in the most EXPENSIVE parking area - don't even ask how much we ended up paying at the end of our trip) and took off running for the ticket counter.  As we checked in we knew we were pushing our luck in making the flight.  We checked our bags, and I suddenly had a very strange feeling that I probably would not see our luggage anytime soon.  (Sure enough our luggage did not make the trip until our 3rd day in Florida.)  As soon as the luggage was checked we took off running through the McCarran Airport in hopes we could make our flight.  Since Vegas happens to be a city filled with luck we just happened to be lucky enough that night to make our red eye flight to Florida with only a few minutes to spare.  I don't remember much of that experience, but for some reason I can still remember the few lonely late night fliers wandering the corridors of the airport giving me, my sister, and my friend Holly some of the most biazzar looks.  If the tables were turned I probably would be giving the same looks.

Word to the wise.... always be a few hours early to the airport.

Example 3
A few weeks ago my friend Kyle called me up one evening inviting me to the Broadway play, Wicked.  He was going up to Salt Lake City to see it and had asked, myself, and my two other friends, Erin and Lisa.  Out of our little group of friends Kyle and I were the only two who had not seen this play.  Erin and Lisa had seen it previously, but were still delighted to go see it a second time.  The plan was to leave Saturday morning and arrive early enough in the afternoon to go shopping, eat, freshen up for the play, and then spend the evening getting cultured at the theater.  Lisa had a previous engagement Saturday morning, but as soon as it was over she would head up to SLC and meet up with us.  Our ringleader, Kyle, had given Erin and I the very specific instructions to meet at his house at 10:41am.  (Random time, I know?  However, studies have shown that when you schedule odd times people are more likely to BE on time.  Don't I just sound so smart?  That's what Kyle told me, so if you don't believe me you can take it up with him.)  Well there it was, 10:41am and guess who was right on time...ME!  Shocking!!!  (Another side note - Kyle threatened/scared me about being late...)  So, we loaded up his car and were on the road by about 10:50am.  Not bad, not bad at all considering the play starts at 8:00pm.  Or does it?  As the three of us are driving north on the I15 corridor we pass through the small town of Fillmore, Utah.  Time given at this town was a little after 12:00pm.  As we are passing through this town we get a phone call from Lisa letting us know she is leaving, and on her way.  She would be only about two hours behind us.  After the phone call we start talking about the play, when one of us asked what time the play really starts.  Kyle pulls the tickets from a compartment in his car (where they had been sitting the last couple of months) and we take a gander at the tickets.  Soon Erin notices that the tickets read 2:00pm.  No!  This can't be so!  Kyle is shocked - he was told the play was at 8:00pm!  (I guess it pays to look at the tickets rather than take someones word...)

Long story (kind of) short!  Kyle calls Lisa and tells her the play is at 2:00pm - NO JOKE!  Lisa knows there is no chance of making the play, so she turns around and heads home.  Kyle and I try calling the ticket office to see if there is anyway we are mistaken.  No luck getting through.  Kyle calls a few friends in SLC, and finds one who is willing to come to the play with an hours notice and will meet us at the theater.  Me, Libby, needs to use the bathroom around Nephi, Utah but knows there is NO CHANCE!  This girl really had to hold it! As we are just past the point of the mountain (a term used on I15 to indicate leaving Provo/Orem area and entering the SLC valley) the gas light on the car flips on.  Panic kicks in a little strong for Erin and Kyle.  Then there is me, well if you haven't noticed running late does not phase me one bit.  I just kept reassuring everyone that we were going to make it, and being a few minutes late was just fine.  To add to the tension building car drive I look down to see my comfortable traveling attire - a pair of Chaco sandals, Capri jeans, and a T-shirt that reads, "I not late - I run on Hawaiian time."  (I was planning on changing into a very dressy outfit, but that obviously was not going to happen today.)  At this point of gaslight turning on, having to hold my blatter, and the play already starting, I say to my sweet friends, "We are going to make the play, yeah we're late, but just think of what a funny story this will make.  And by the way, did either one of you notice the shirt I just happened to be wearing today?"
We arrive at Capitol Theater; Kyle drops the two of us off as we run into the theater.  I hit the bathroom (which happened to be closed for cleaning, of course); Kyle parks the car, and we all meet up to be let in the door just after the first number had finished.  Wicked was amazing!  I think I might have already mentioned that in a previous post.  And, I cried three times! Not only because we made it to the play, but also the story just tugged at my heartstrings!
Lesson learned, always check your ticket time a few days before.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

A "Bra-tacular" Food Filled (Again) Weekend with Friends

I have just kind of been laying low the last couple of weeks since I won't start student teaching until February 1, 2012.  So, I decided what better time to get away then now.  I didn't go to far, I ended up in Salt Lake City visiting with some of my dearest friends, Jeremy and Neanni.  I left Wednesday afternoon and was to come home Saturday morning, but the weather blew in a storm and they (and my Daddio) didn't want me to drive home in the storm.  I ended up staying until Sunday.  (Side note:  I'm so, so, so glad I stayed an extra day because it's always hard to say goodbye, and because we got a babysitter and went and saw "We Bought a Zoo" which was SO AWESOME!!!  Seriously people this movie needs to be seen - just saying.  OMGosh I loved it so!!!)

Jer and Jean are new parents and have a busy little 15 month old running around, so I got plenty of time to play "mommy." I even got a few chances to babysit so they could go out on a date - was a great source of birth control.  We of course made sure that we ate some great food too.  We hit up Zupas - which is a must for me when I go visit, Cheesecake Factory - another must (and I now have a new favorite flavor of cheesecake - red velvet cheesecake), and we also hit up 2 Fat Guys - which I had never tried before.  Other than eating, and just hanging out we did try to spend my Christmas gift cards, but didn't have much luck.
Eating - such lovely shots aren't they???
Neanni and I.
Jer, Jean, and I.
Cute little "BooBoo."

**Warning**
This story I am about to share can either be embarrassing, or enlightening.  The men probably won't want to read further, and the women will probably thank me for my learning experience.  Either way, if you are a man don't read on...

Let me talk about clothes and shopping for a moment.  Lately, I have felt so much pressure about my appearance (what girl doesn't), and my sense of style.  I have pretty much just given up - don't care.  But, I also don't have a lot of money to buy me a lot of nice clothes, and when I do have money I gravitate towards, "grandma" type clothes.  Sweater vests, argyle, cardigans, and collard shirts.  That actually doesn't sound bad, but my way of putting things together just doesn't flow...apparently, I've been told.  At least that is what people are saying???  SO, I am trying to change my clothes/style.  Move away from the "same old same" that I wear - argyle, sweater vests, cardigans, and collard shirts.  However, I can't do it - this attire is comfortable for me!  New Years resolution, change my appearance...I guess?

As I am hanging out with Jean she becomes excited to spend my gift cards - who wouldn't be?  We hit up the nearest mall and as we began our search for my new wardrobe I become very discouraged and uncaring only 30 minutes into our shopping.  I keep gravitating to my usual clothes, and Jean, keeps telling me to put it back, and try something different.  I finally quit arguing with her, and let her pick out my clothes. I start trying on her "masterpieces" she is throwing together.  I try on a few things, nothing looks good on me, and basically, it's just "not me."  Finally, at one point, her and I are both completely frustrated as she looks at me funny.  Then she loudly asks me, "Lib, what kind of bra do you have on?"  I suddenly become kind of embarrassed because I know the bra I am wearing is not a good one, or even a bra that should be worn on a normal basis.  I am wearing, and have been wearing a sports bra. Ahhhh!  I know, I know, you cringe at this.  (So do I - now?) I really have known better, but like I have said, I just haven't cared much lately.

Jean tells me to get dressed, and that we are leaving the store for Victoria's Secret.  I once was a regular shopper at Victoria's.  But, because of money, I have turned to the cheap, not flattering bras.  Oh how sad these bras have made me.  We walk through the mall to Victoria's and as we walk through the doorway I suddenly become very nervous, turn completely shy, and any confidence I did have is gone.  I don't have a problem with a lot of things but going into a store like Victoria's Secret I suddenly become very self conscience.  Especially when I know what kind of bra I AM WEARING!!!  Jean loudly (again) finds a worker who happens to be right in front of a huge line to the checkout counter.  She tells the worker I need to be measured for a bra.  The worker then proceeds to measure me in front of a huge line of customers.  I ask her if we can go back by the dressing room - luckily we walk back to the dressing room and she measures me there.  First question she asks, "What kind of bra do you have on?"  I'm thinking to myself - why do I have to be wearing this terrible bra today?  I tell her what type I have on and she doesn't even bat an eye.  She wraps the tape measure around me a couple of times then gives me a couple of sizes to try on.  I will keep the size I ended up with to myself, but clearly size does not matter, what matters is that my "twins" are now in the right spot!!!

I ended up breaking the bank that day, and walked away with two new fantastic bras.  I also walked away with a new confidence - who knew that a bra could do that!  I also learned some fantastic advice from the sweet worker who helped me with my chesticular problems.  Ladies, I am not sure if you knew this, but the most important thing you should know about bras are these, ALWAYS get measured every six months for a new bra!  Women's bodies are constantly changing and the chest area is a very fluctuating area that needs to be watched closely.  Second, when wearing a bra ALWAYS start with the clasp furthest away, then as the bra stretches you can work your way into the closest clasp.  Third, (and I knew this but just never did it) ALWAYS hand wash your bra, and never let it hang to dry - lay it flat to dry - again this helps with the lasting longer.  Fourth, when buying a bra ALWAYS make sure that you buy more than one so that you can rotate each day and not wear out the bra as fast.  Lastly, it is well worth the money to invest in an expensive all-over-coverage bra!  Again, what on earth have I been thinking lately???  I hope this little piece of advice about my chesticular bra problems can help someone.  If I can but help one person, then my job here is done.  If anything, I COMPLETELY HELPED ME!  My twins are now sitting high and mighty, with no more dragging below, where they don't belong!

With all that said, I had a great weekend, and can't wait to go visit again in six months...to get a new bra, or course! ;)

Monday, June 6, 2011

I Graduated From LDS Institute, and Other Nonsense....

I can't seem to graduate from that thing called college, BUT I was able to graduate from the LDS Institute program.  Yeah for me!  It was actually kind of exciting.  I had decided about a year ago that maybe I should try to graduate from Institute.  I talked to one of my teachers and he pulled up all my information and classes I had taken.  He then tells me I am really close to graduating I just need to take a year of the "Book of Mormon."  In all my institute years - there has been many years - I had never once taken a "Book of Mormon" class.  I have taken the "Dating and Courtship" more times then I can remember (and obviously it hasn't helped), but I had never taken "Book of Mormon."  I asked my teacher if going on a mission would count for that year of "Book of Mormon" and he could just pass me through.  No such luck!  I had to sign up for a year of "Book of Mormon."  I signed up, and took a full year, along with my "older singles" institute classes.  I was taking two institute classes a semester along with my regular semester of classes, including chemistry.  You would think that doubling up on the spiritual institute classes would also  help me to pass all my chemistry.  Hmm...Let's not go there....By the way did I mention I took the "Book of Mormon" class...not sure if it was said or not.  ;)

Since I would be out of town on my Institute Graduation I was told to go pick up my diploma sometime after I got back.  I obviously never did get around to it, and now I wish I would have.  Last Sunday, I was surprisingly on time to church, let this be a lesson - stick to coming late!  I had gotten to Sacrament meeting even before my aunt, who I sit by each week.  Totally SHOCKING!  As they we were making announcements I was talking to this senior couple next to me in my ward (who I have buddied up with) when all of the sudden the Bishop calls my name,  "Can I have Liberty Williams come up to the stand?"  What the heck, as I am in full conversation with my senior buds.  The Bishop continues, "Libby has been called to serve in the Mongolia Mission...."  Okay, aren't you just funny Bishop.  I start the long walk to the front - never sit in the very back - not good!  I get to the stand and the Bishop continues..."Libby has actually graduated from the LDS Institute of Religion, and has completed her four years.  The program has presented her with this diploma and we would like to present it to her today."  As I was standing up there completely embarrassed I went on to act like a "sunbeam" (a 5 year old child labeled in the LDS church), and I made some face, rolled my eyes, then shook the Bishops hand and quickly walked back to my seat.  REALLY - HOW OLD AM I - now the face making and eye rolling was embarrassing?  Why did they have to present that in Sacrament meeting?  Well, it's now official - I graduated Institute, and now it's off to get my advanced certificate in Institute.  I mean really, if I can't graduate college I might as well try to graduate in my religion.  Does this mean I have a degree to bash with people of other faiths???

That was exciting?  However, another exciting bit that happened in the month of May was that we celebrated a holiday known as Memorial Day.  I decided on the Friday before the holiday that I would actually celebrate this holiday correctly - meaning, go visit those who have passed on - pay my respects to the dead.  I know, that sounds kind of tacky - "pay my respects yo, to the dead!"  On Sunday, I went to the cemetery and said hello with my parents in toe.  Then, once again on Monday amongst the normal holiday activities of hiking and BBQing my family again went down to the cemetery and walked among the spirits of those who have passed away.  It was a sweet feeling being at the cemetery.  We all took a moment to remember our dear Grandparents, who were so kind and loving, and NOT forgotten.  I'm so glad we took a few moments out of our day to do that.
Of course, as the holiday of Memorial Day has turned into a much needed day off from the busy work week we planned a hike, and an annual BBQ.  It's how we roll in the Williams family.  Around noon we all met up and decided to hike Spring Creek again, since that is exactly what we did last year.  We wanted to hike Kannarra Narrows, but because of all the rain and snow we have been receiving we decided it would be really wet and cold.  Not that Spring Creek was any dryer.  We did a lot of crossing of the creek, and luckily nobody got extremely wet.  It was fun to take all the kiddos, and to be up in a beautiful canyon hiking.  The best part about it was that the hike was free, and right in our own backyard.  SCORE!  After the hike we got back to my Bro's house and fired up the grill for our typical hamburger, and lot's of eat'n BBQ.  I think we all had a great time - it really seemed like everyone had a great time!  The weather was perfect, a little bit on the chilly side, but nothing a jacket couldn't cure.  I have come to love the holiday of Memorial Day, but now as I am older, I have decided that even though it has been made to be just a day off work for people to BBQ I'm still going to make it a point to go visit those who have passed away.
The little Sister trying to make fun of me - so sweet, isn't it!
Some other nonsense....I'm doing my summer of chemistry.  Holy Freaking COW - so much for having an enjoyable summer.  I've met with my tutor already, and had my first quiz.  Passed it - got 10 points out of 10 points.  I'm going to say this is my summer of chemistry.  I may not get to have the summer of fun like I always want/get, but by golly I am going to pass this class.  I'm putting it out there into the universe - I AM GOING TO PASS CHEMISTRY!  I AM GOING TO PASS CHEMISTRY!  I AM GOING TO PASS CHEMISTRY!!!!!!  It's actually not so bad, kind of interesting too.  What?  Did I just say that?  Sure did - you heard me right yo's!

Got Flowers?
I mentioned my summer...well that brings me to working the grounds of SUU, yet again.  All summer long I get to be a "flower girl!"  I started about two weeks after everyone else because I was out on a very long road trip.  I'm now back to the manual labor, digg'n in the dirt, breaking my back, and still screaming at those things called worms.  It still doesn't get easier with time - worms are still gross, but I am grateful for the little guys because it shows that the soil is in really good condition!  
(Our cool shirts we made for our crew full of flower PoWeR!  I came up with the slogan - "Got Flowers?")
However, I'm totally bummed because I don't have an iPod anymore.  Here's the sad story.  Around the first of April my car stereo when kapoot!  I have a dear sweet friend in the car stereo business, he hooked me up and got me thugging once again in the Honda.  Well, about a week before that "very long road trip" I dropped my iPod in the toilet.  I KNOW, I KNOW!  It was completely (and still is) devestaing.  The funny part is I came out of the bathroom just screaming...of course the Bro was like, "What is all this screaming about?"  I say, "I just dropped my iPod in the toilet and I'm hoping a bowl of rice will fix it!!!" (side note:  the iPod got dropped before anything else got dropped if you get my drift...)  He say's, "Who the HELL takes an iPod into the bathroom with them - you take a book!!!  I don't feel sorry for you!"  I say, "Oh just be quiet.  And, yes, I take an iPod in the bathroom, so I can play games!"  It has been that blessed iPod that gets me through my summer job of planting flowers.  What am I going to do?  As mentioned to some of you, I am taking donations.  I've got a plan...if everyone who reads my blog sends me $5.00 each than I should, for sure, have enough money to buy me a new iPod and then with the leftover money (I'm assuming here) I can buy songs off of iTunes.  Totally have a plan...
Please send money via check or money order to:
Miss Liberty Williams
P.O. Box 420010
Kanarraville, UT 84742.

My birthday is also coming up in July (the 18th to be exact), so if you would like to send more than the $5.00 donation please feel free.

Thanks for all of your support!  (I am really not expecting any money - but in all seriously, do think it over.)

That's all my nonsense.  Now get mailing me some money yo's! ;)

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Road Trip - A Very Long Road Trip

Caution, warning, whatever you do in reading this blog post, know that it is very long.  V-E-R-Y L-O-N-G!  I mean seriously, the title tells you I just went on a very long road trip.  If you want a quicker blog read, then read about our trip go to my Sisters blog - she has the condensed version, and she also has pictures.  Not sure when I will get my pictures posted...but they are coming.  Also, I don't know if I will have much time to blog this summer since Tuesday is when I take the second chemistry of mine for the umpteenth time.  Dear reader, I'm giving you, the reader several days to read about my trip.  If you are willing?  So, read some, stop, come back, read some more, stop, pick up the reading again, and then in a few days you will have read about my very long road trip.  :) :) :) Grab that popcorn and let the road trip unfold...

Day 1 of VERY LONG ROAD TRIP!

My Sis and I just got home from a VERY LONG, but oh so wonderful road trip!  We did it all, and then some!  We started out on a quiet Thursday afternoon.  Took my last final, worked a few hours, loaded the car, and then headed south.  Our destination was a lot of different places, and different people.  First it was off to Phoenix, but before getting there we took the long route - don't ask me why, we just did!  We headed down to Vegas making a sharp left turn south to the Hoover dam.  I haven't been there in years, okay, I was there two years ago but it was dark and you couldn't really see anything.  My, my how that dam area has changed.  They now have this huge bridge that goes over the dam and then some.  We took the scenic route of course, then back tracked (which is a "no no" in my book) to the bridge and headed south.  According to our itinerary we were supposed to end up in Flagstaff for a night of camping but decided to stop short, ending west of Flagstaff; we stayed in a historic little town called Seligman which is on the historic Route 66.  After a VERY LONG night of listening to trains going by every 30 minutes the campground host presented Sis and I with a key chain saying, "We survived the night of 1000 trains!"  (That will make a nice mailbox key chain.)  We sure did survive a night of SERIOUSLY 1000 FREAKING TRAINS, and I only wish I would've drugged myself up with some Tylenol PM.  But then, I wouldn't have this awesome story to tell now would I?

Day 2 of VERY LONG ROAD TRIP!

After an early rise it was time to get back on track with our itinerary and get our butts to Flagstaff.  Since we were behind schedule some, we decided against our activities in Flagstaff and headed south towards Sedona.  I have always wanted to go to Sedona, and was sadly disappointed.  If you are from the Southern region of Utah and surrounded by red rock then Sedona is nothing new.  We saw a few sights, drove around, but thought it was a drag and got back in the car so we could get our butts even further south to Phoenix.

Now Sis has been to Phoenix before, but me, nope!  Can you believe it, I can't.  Now know that on this really long road trip my Sis and I did some major researching for what we could see, do, and of course, EAT in all the different places we tripped through.  One thing that helped in our planning was these two totally cool websites, Tripadvisor and 10best. In planning Phoenix they said to do the Mystery Castle tour.  After driving all through most of Phoenix, cause it’s way big, and way spread out, we made our way to this dumpy castle.  This castle was some man’s house that ended up being a collector of junk.  We paid the five dollars and walked through the NO AIR CONDITIONED "castle" and then were on our way.  It was cool, I guess?  Seriously though, it's in Phoenix, and they need to add air conditioning to that place - especially if it's a "tourist attraction."  After we cooled off we found the Mesa temple and a hotel nearby.  Showered finally, and then went to the temple.  Sis did baptisms, and I did some sealing’s.  The night was beautiful, the temple was beautiful, and our trip was becoming more beautiful.  After temple time it was off to bed because we had an extra-long day ahead of us.

Day 3 of VERY LONG ROAD TRIP!

That morning we arose into our third day on the trip.  I became more and more dumb with traveling, and was able to receive a phone call from my dearest cousin Summer trying to figure out what is going on in my head!  Apparently when traveling to different states there happens to be a thing called a time zone.  Hmm.  Well, I apparently couldn't get this time zone thing into my blond head....so, to make a long story (kind of) short.  We were at a race to get from Phoenix to El Paso with a stop in Tucson to see the Saguaro National park, and Old Tucson, where they have filmed a whole bunch of movies - westerns mostly.  Oh yes, and we had to eat at a little French cafe cause heaven forbid we eat something out of our cooler again.  And, of course, I am thinking that we can do all this and arrive in El Paso at let's say around six, or did I say four in the afternoon.  Gees, give me a break, I'm on vacation I shouldn't have to use my brain. ;)  However, we did see Saguaro National Park, toured Old Tucson, saw dumpy Tucson, and ate at a little French cafe.  Then we drove like a bat out of hell to get our butts to El Paso so that my dear, sweet, cousin and her family who so graciously came to meet us in the border town of El Paso to let us follow them the two hours back to their place in Carlsbad (New Mexico) so that my dad could rest easy miraculously happened; with a pedal to the metal we arrived at 7:00pm, had some dinner and with the TIME CHANGE arrived at their home around midnight.  (And yes, I got over being scared at my cousin...I didn't dare talk on the phone with her after she yelled at me over the phone at the little French cafe.)  And P.S. a week after getting home from the road trip I received a phone call from the cousin telling me that El Paso was actually on the same time zone.  I knew it!

Day 4 & 5 of VERY LONG ROAD TRIP!

Then next few days were spent hanging out with my cousin Summer, her hubby Klinton, and their two sweet kids who I have missed dearly since they moved.  We went to church with them, had some good food, watched movies, relaxed, and just hung out.  Two of the days spent in Carlsbad led my Sis and I to another National Park, Carlsbad Caverns.  They were pretty neat stuff.  It was just the two of us since kids weren't really recommended for the caverns.  You can't take strollers, and you have to be quiet - that doesn't really work for kids.  The Sis and I took off for our journey to the center of the earth, so it felt like it.  We took the natural entrance which is hiking down to the bottom then taking an elevator to the top.  I told one of the rangers that I wish every hike we ever go on would have an elevator at the end.  We were pooped when we got to the bottom.  Our knees were sore and our hair humidified.  It was a fun park to see, but really, once you have been in one cave, they are all pretty much the same.  Although, I wish that I could have been there the day the person who found the caverns - what were they thinking when they stumbled upon this huge hole, and traveled in with probably just an old oil lamp.  FREAKY!  I will give some props to the National Park, the whole trail was lite with lights and then some of the cool features throughout were also lit up.  It reminded me of something out of the movie "Labyrinth" I kept thinking we would find David Bowie at the end of the cave to sing to us or something???  (Side note, when we left the caverns my DJ Sis put in some Bowie music and my day was complete!)

Day 6 of VERY LONG ROAD TRIP!

The next day in Carlsbad we decided to head north an hour and hang out in Roswell, NM.  Does that town sound familiar to anyone...anyone who has been abducted by alien’s maybe???  Roswell, NM is a very controversial town where aliens or the air force once roamed.  I'm not very much into politickle stuff so this whole alien hoopla sounds like a fooey to me.  But, we had to go see all the hype and tour the UFO Museum and Research lab.  Now remember, we had small children with us, so in preparing to see this alien stuff we had to keep telling the little kiddos that aliens are "cute and funny."  Summer's oldest who is 4 agreed with us completely.  The minute we walked into the museum there was a small alien to greet us, and little Trace went right up to the alien and embraced the little guy.  It was the cutest thing I have ever seen!!!  Okay, so even after touring the museum, I think maybe there just might be something out there, and that something might have landed right here in the grand o'l USA, even in Roswell, New Mexico.....you decide.....let the music of X-Files take your mind into deep thought....

Day 7 & 8 of VERY LONG ROAD TRIP!

The next few days with the cousins was just spent hanging out, celebrating Trace's birthday, playing at the park, and just enjoying our time as much as possible before leaving.  The Sis and I did have an interesting experience one night at the park.  I'm just as smart as can be, and have always left one of my memory cards for my camera in my little camera bag.  I am usually the only person to use my camera bag, but upon being on this vacation many people were in and out of my camera bag.  One of the nights at the park my camera was getting passed around.  During the passing around my memory card (with pictures of our trip) fell out as were down by the river.  I didn't realize it until we were about to leave the park.  I became frantic because that card had pictures and memories from our trip.  Those are not replaceable, and since I don't feel the need to ever spend money on souvenirs my pictures are all I ever take from any trip.  I was truly sad, but apparently not as sad as my Sis.  We immediately set foot to retrace our steps with my little camping flashlight.  We obviously didn't retrace all of our steps, and gave up.  We went back to our cousin’s house thinking that maybe I had dropped the card there before we even left for the park.  No luck.  After some major discussing, we decided to go back to the park (around 10:00pm) and retrace our steps once again.  My Sis and I said a quick prayer and started out separating and retracing.  After just a few minutes I hear my Sis yell, "I think I found it, but it's broken."  I come running over to her and sure enough it was on the sidewalk in pieces.  We fumbled around with and put it back together.  We got back and she put it in her computer to retrieve the pictures and sure enough it let her get the pictures.  It was quite the frantic evening, but a small miracle was placed in our life at the very moment, and I was ever so grateful that I got my pictures, my memories, my souvenirs.

Day 9 of VERY. LONG. ROAD. TRIP! YO!

Making it a full week of being on our trip it was time to leave our family down in Carlsbad.  It was very hard to leave, and we didn't want to leave.  Our itinerary got way off schedule because I and the Sis just couldn't bare leaving.  We finally got on the road around 2:00pm about three hours off schedule.  We cried, and cried, and I wondered why I even did my makeup.  Why do loved ones have to live so darn far away!!!  We took off with our destination for Albuquerque.  On the way we were driving north to Roswell, then even farther north to Albuquerque.  Once we got to Roswell the plan was to get gas because it seemed cheaper there then Carlsbad.  After driving the main road there wasn't much of a difference in gas and we still had a half a tank so I said let's just get gas at the next town.  Now my Sis and I are pretty prepared and pretty familiar with traveling the roads (since we have done our fair share of road tripp'n), however, one would think we learned from driving to Alaska that you never let your gas tank get under a half a tank of gas.  I was thinking a little different because, "Alaska is different - you go miles without seeing anyone let alone a gas station."  Well, just because we are hanging out in the lower 48 doesn't mean there aren't roads that go miles and miles without seeing people, or gas.  Well the road from Roswell to the small little town of Vaughn went miles and miles without anything.  I should have known there wasn't going to be gas after Roswell.  We had an atlas, and we were constantly using/looking at and a GPS ("Geeps" - what we call her).  I guess I thought the town of Vaughn wasn't as far as it really was.  My Sis was driving and about 40 miles from Vaughn she mentions to me that the gas light just came on.  At first I was like, "Vaughn is just up the road, we'll be fine."  Then as the road just kept getting longer and longer and no town of Vaughn was appearing I started to let the panic sink in.  What were we going to do!  I have never ever run out of gas.  I have come close, but never have I had to pull over and walk, or call someone for help.  What were we going to do!  Inside my car the book we were listening to got turned off, and the silence made it evident that we weren't going to make it to Vaughn.  I started to play situations in my head of us pulling over because the gas ran out and starting our walk.  I even at one moment thought about hopping on the train, traveling parallel with the road, and heading north, then hopping off in the town to get gas.  I know, I know, my mind was a mess of ideas.  Then as the miles kept creeping longer and longer I started to pray in my head, "Please let us get to Vaughn, please forgive me for being stupid and not filling up when we had the chance, please let us meet some nice people if we do run out of gas, please don't punish my sister for my stupidity..."  Well another miracle was wrought.  Just as I was about to lose faith we came up over the hill and there in the distance was the small little town of Vaughn.  I have never been so happy to see a gas station sign with the cheapest price of gas being $3.98, and I literally ran into the station and told the lady working that I have never been so happy to see this gas station!!!  I'm sure she thought I was nuts, but I was incredibly grateful for another answered prayer.  I guess that is what I get for wanting to wait for "cheaper" gas.

A few hours off schedule we made it to Albuquerque.  One of the tourist attractions in this town is the Sandia Tram which is the longest tram in the world.  Taking you atop the mountains, that sit to the east in Albuquerque.  We got there just before one of the last tram rides.  We hopped on and headed to the top of the mountain.  I didn't really freak out since I was crammed in the tram with about 30 other people and couldn't really lose my cool.  I didn't look down much, and tried not to think of us breaking and falling to our death.  There must be something about getting older because the older I am getting the more scared I am becoming of heights?  When we got to the top I had wished I wasn't in shorts because it was freaking cold - close to 30 degrees!  We took a few pictures watched the sun set which was absolutely beautiful, and chatted with some other sightseers until we could catch a tram back to the bottom.  When we got to the bottom we found out we were only three miles from the temple so we thought we would do a drive by.  They had major road construction and we had quite the struggle to just see the temple.  We decided to call it a night, so we found a hotel, got caught up on our latest Glee show, and went to bed with hopes of getting back on track with our itinerary the next day.  That morning we arose early, got breakfast, checked out "Old Town" in Albuquerque, went and had a better look at the temple and then headed north for our next destination - Santa Fe!

Day 10 of VERY. LONG. ROAD. TRIP! YO!

I loved Santa Fe!  It was everything and more.  People had told me how beautiful and artsy Santa Fe was and is, very true to their words.  First on our agenda in the cute little town was to see one of the oldest and most historic churches in the USA.  The church (which is the oldest in the USA) was under some construction, so in all my research of the town we had another church to attend that was known for a very unique staircase.  The Sis and I paid $3.00 each to walk into this pristine chapel and take a picture of the stairs.  But don't you worry; the Sister and many other folks in the church got their money's worth at this particular time.  In wanting a very different photo of the staircase I started to walk up towards the front of the chapel.  I was walking backwards and was facing a congregation of people who were sitting and praying to their Lord.  I thought I was being very quiet and cool when all of a sudden I fall backwards landing on my BUTT making a loud crash, thinking I was about to take down the pulpit with me.  People look up from their prayers, as I am sprawled out on the floor trying to get a hold of myself.  As I'm just chilling on the floor I start to ramble off stuff to whomever would listen, then I suddenly see my sister walking towards me laughing so hard I thought she was going to pee her pants.  "Quit laughing and help me up so we can get the HELL out of this church."  I get up and dash out when this retired looking couple comes up to me and ask if I'm okay, "physically" of course.  I tell them I'm fine, when at the same time I was bugged that they would even ask me.  Basically all that was hurt was my pride, and that I just wanted to get out of the chapel as fast as we could.  The Sis continued to laugh at me all the way back to the car - making a stop for the restroom so she could relieve herself otherwise my fall was going to make her wet herself.

Upon falling for every ones enjoyment pleasure we also stopped at a super yummy restaurant in Santa Fe that was featured on the show, "Diners, Drive Inns, and Dives."  Lunch was incredibly yummy - dessert, not so much.  I had ordered me a polish dog with onions, pinto beans, relish, mayo, and tomatoes.  It came with onion rings, and I was momentarily in heaven.  The Sis and decided to have the dessert that the host from "Diners, Drive Inns, and Dives" ate, bread pudding custard.  Apparently the Sis has never had a custard.  Her face was priceless when she took her one and only bite.

After Santa Fe it was several hours of driving before we would get to our next destination, Colorado Springs.  Before getting to Colorado Springs we drove through the trashy town of Las Vegas, New Mexico, and the cute towns of Trinidad and Pueblo, Colorado.  Once arriving to Colorado Springs I had fallen in love with a new city.  First on our itinerary was to go to Seven Falls.  Seven Falls is a hike up against the Rocky Mountains.  We drove through a beautiful canyon landing at the end of the canyon were seven water falls came cascading down the mountain side.  We got ourselves together and started up the many stairs, 224 to be exact, and straight up the side of a mountain.  Once upon a time I was not afraid of heights, but seriously the older I am getting the worse I am getting with heights - I hate it.  I started up the stairs and made it to the first ledge.  I tried not to look down much, and tried not to think about the fact that I had to go back down.  The Sis and I sat on the ledge for a while so we could let other people come down.  One set of people in particular came down and had very small children with them - I just about had a freaking panic attack for this family.  I couldn't believe they would bring such small children on a hike like this.  However, I watched this family and luckily they safely made it to the bottom.  Seriously though, they should not let small children be allowed on such hikes like that.

When we finally made it to the bottom of the falls my knees barely stopped shaking with nerves.  Next we took off to the "Garden of the Gods" which felt like we were in Southern Utah with all the red rock.  But, it was beautiful area of Colorado Springs, Pikes Peak at the horizon, and seeing the "kissing camels" in the sunset.  (Apparently this state park is one of the most photographed areas in the world, or maybe USA...not sure???)  Since we were kind of on schedule we went to our restaurant that we had planned in advance, a brewery that had great food, but terrible atmosphere, and their homemade brewed root beer was a huge disappointment.  Couldn't tell you about their brewed beer - fo sho, I don't know Yo!

Finally we made it Denver, found our cousins Aaron and Kim and there sweet little kiddos home, and were ready to make it a day.

Day 11 of VERY. LONG. ROAD. TRIP! YO!

The day in Denver.  Okay, I know I say this pretty frequently, especially when I get to a new big city.  I really love Denver, I really think I should move there, and I really want to move there!  It seems to be that lately when I travel I have to go to some sort of garden.  First stop on our agenda for the day was to see the Denver Botanical Gardens.  Good thing we started out there first because just as we left it started to rain. Now I have been to some major awesome gardens in the last couple of years.  This was pretty fabulous, and right in the heart of Denver.  The Sis and walked around in the cold admiring the pretty flowers, statues, and of course, I took lots of pictures.  After the garden touring it was off to eat some lunch.  We of course found our restaurant because of (once again), "Diners, Drive Inns, and Dives."  That should be every one's "go to" for restaurants!  We found the quaint little restaurant and I decided I would try what the host of the show tried, so I had the meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and peas.  YUMMMY!  Then of course we had to try the same dessert he tried, which was a spice cake with real whipped cream.  This time around the Sis actually enjoyed the desert and helped me finish it up.  After a fulfilling lunch it was back to more touring.  Our trusty little websites, as mentioned, said the Denver Art Museum was a must see.  That museum sure was fun, but before enjoying the fun, the fun police (museum security) pulled me aside and got very stern and straight forward with me about having water in the museum.  Well shoot, I should have listened to the SISTER - as I am slowly learning to do.  She is much wiser for her younger age.  After the water got stashed away we started our long journey through the museum.  I enjoyed a lot of the art, but was rolling my eyes at some of the stuff that is apparently art?

We had enough of the cultural experience of looking at art so we decided to go get a little spiritual.  We were supposed to go to the Denver Temple on Friday before we got to our cousins house, but because we were a little bit behind schedule we decided we would go on Saturday and had more time available for Saturday.  We made our way in the rain to the temple, found the beautiful structure, changed our clothes in the car and walked up to the doors.  As we go to the entrance I pulled on the door to find it locked.  I thought it was rather odd, but just kept pulling on the door.  Finally someone was leaving the temple and I was able to enter.  We got to the front desk only to find out the last time they let people in is 4:00pm on Saturday's, and it was sadly ten minutes after five.  Now I have been denied at the temple several times - and not because I was bad, just because my timing was off.  It has been sad when this has happened, but it teaches me to be better prepared, and gives me much ambition to get back to the particular temple that won't let me in.  So, I took a few pictures of the beautiful structure and made a mental note that when I live in Denver I will attend this temple often.  After our sour experience at the temple it was time to eat again, and fill our sadness with food.  Off to find another restaurant from that show I keep talking about, "Diners, Drive Inns, and Dives."  The next restaurant was only a few miles from our cousin’s house so we ended the evening eating at a Native American restaurant where we had some amazingly huge Navajo tacos loaded to the brim.  I decided to get a little gutsy and try bison.  It was really tasty, and a whole heck of a lot better for you than any other meats - even better for you then fish.  How do I know this?  They had a fact sheet about their products and meat.  It was very interesting to read and very nutritionally beneficial.

After we were full of food it was off to the cousin’s house.  We hung out, visited, played with the kiddos, and then turned in early because we still had several more days of road tripp'n ahead of us.  Will this trip ever end.....Keep reading, you're almost done!

Day 12 of EXTREMELY LONG ROAD TRIP!

Sunday morning we arose and got ready for church.  The cousin's church started at eleven so we went and attended Sacrament meeting, said our good bye's and were off to Boulder.  I was so excited to go to Boulder.  I heard that just entering the town would cause you to get high...  First stop of the day was seeing and touring the Celestial Seasoning Tea Factory.  My Sis and I are huge into drinking herbal tea and particular this brand of tea.  The tour started out with a tea tasting where you got to taste all kinds of different teas.  We did not break the word of wisdom, but we did break the Sabbath by attending.  (And, don't get me started on, "to drink tea or not to drink tea" - that is the question?  I will do a blog to back my tea findings up, look for it at a later date.  Thank you.)  After a long tea tasting, our tour began.  We watched a video, suited up and began walking through the factory.  Boulder is actually where they founded Celestial Seasonings back in 1969 and is one of the biggest tea companies in the United States.  One of my favorite stops in the factory was the room where they store the peppermint for the peppermint tea.  We were warned before entering...let's just say the peppermint was incredibly strong that as soon as I walked through the door my eyes started to well up and spill over with tears.  It was like you were inside of an "Altoids" container.  Crazy!!!  When the tour was finished we ended up in the gift shop - imagine that.  I finally broke down and bought my first/last/only souvenir of the whole trip - a teapot.  I have such a fascination with teapots.  They are just darling, and I apparently HAD TO HAVE ONE.  After my cute green tea pot was boxed up it was time to eat.  Seriously, I think this trip was just about eating.  We found, yet again, another restaurant from that show I can't stop talking about, "Diners, Drive Inns, and Dives."  The one we really wanted to eat at was hard to get to since there was some kind of bike race going on so we went to our second choice.  It was okay, but the waiter messed up on my order and put mushrooms in my crepe, so I had to go through and pick them out.  Otherwise, it was just eh.  After our kind of sour lunch experience we went to the main drag in Boulder and toured the weirdo’s, and shops.  It was starting to get really cold, and we were planning on camping in Rocky Mountain National Park so we said goodbye to Boulder and headed for the mounains, yes the mounains.

Arriving at Rocky Mountain National Park was rather disappointing.  I need to get my timing for these major National Parks figured out.  Tried going to Yosemite and was closed for snow, Lake Louise - snow, and now Rocky Mountain had snow.  We drove through as much of the park as we could but didn't get to see much since the fog was so thick and snow was starting to fall.  We did get to see lots of huge elk roaming everywhere, even in the little town that was at the entrance of the National Park.  Because of our lack of preparedness we weren't extremely prepared for the weather in the park and decided not to camp, but to just drive through the evening to Cheyenne, Wyoming.  We arrived in Cheyenne a little after nine and found one of our favorite types of hotels, Holiday Inn Express.  Once again my blond hair shown through and what was left of my mind got left in Colorado...maybe I did get high in Boulder???  I go into the hotel, ask for a room, a cheap one, even one I could share a bed.  He sets me up in a room and tells me it's cheaper to just do two beds.  Whatever, I think?  I get the key, get the Sis, and get our stuff.  We get in our room, get ready for bed, watch some TV, and then the Sis asks the question, so how much is this costing us tonight?  Huh?  Oh my gosh - it finally dawns on me I didn't even find out how much this stinking nice room is costing us.  Who does that?  That would be me!  Finally, room service comes knocking on our door because I was once again so bright to put a "do not disturb" sign on our door that I run to the door to tell her we are here and will be out shortly.  I stumble to the door as I see our bill on the floor.  Gosh, what is the damage?  Well, too much to share on here.  Let's just say, I need to be better about some things, okay, a lot of things.  This trip sure has taught me many lessons.

Day 13 of EXTREMELY LONG ROAD - IS IT EVER GOING TO END - TRIP!

Cheyenne Wyoming is the capital of Wyoming.  Yeah, that's pretty much all it has going for it.  Guess what though, we found us a restaurant among its capital building.  That show, "Diners, Drive Inns, and Dives" hasn't made it to Cheyenne yet so we had to use one of our websites that have been so helpful throughout our journey.  We found a funky little burger joint and had some great tasting burgers, and bottomless steak French fries.  With more help from the website we found some things to do in Cheyenne, one being, seeing the Air Force base (drove by it), the cemetery (drove by that too), and a historic train (stopped, looked at it, and took a picture).  Pretty much our first part of the day went by rather quick.  Bored of Cheyenne it was time to head west to our cousins in Rock Springs.  Before arriving we had a lot of driving still ahead of us.  On our way we saw some interesting land marks, and memorials.  My Sis was really into taking the scenic route and had found us a very scenic route that took us off I-80 and over the mountain to Laramie.  As we traveled about 30 miles, we were heading towards snow, before we knew it we were on a road that had snow piled up higher than my little car.  We kept drugging along and came to a sign that said "road closed."  Do you think we turned around?  Nope, we kept going until the road was completely blocked.  That didn't stop us, there was even a man in a big snow plow and I asked him if we could keep going.  Pretty dumb question to ask...well, I asked it anyway.  He said no, and told us to turn around.  EW!  I hate more than anything backtracking and we had done this whole trip without any, okay a tiny bit, but still, and now here we are backtracking - a lot.  I guess it's going to happen at least once on a road trip.  So, we turned around and dove another 30 miles to get back on the freeway.  I tried to sleep for the next 30 miles so I wouldn't think about the fact WE WERE BACKTRACKING.  Sleep worked. I slept for about 20 minutes or so, and when I woke we were on the freeway, once again, traveling to Laramie.  It was as if our little drive never happened and I only dreamt we had to backtrack...maybe this was all a dream???

We made it to the quaint little city of Laramie (where the only University in Wyoming is) and found our next little tourist attraction.  Laramie has a historic jail.  We payed the lady five dollars and they sent us on our own little self-guided tour.  It was totally awesome.  Well worth the hour we spent there and if anyone is ever traveling through they should stop and check it out.  After the touring was done we were getting munchy for something rather than our cooler of stuff, and set out to find a dairy freeze.  When seeking this certain type of eatery out the Sis and I got into a little bit of tiff.  Finally, our first little fight on our journey – bout time.  I made sure that I had my camera ready because I have peeps out there who would like to see her temper.  The Sis is really a sweet person, but for some reason I make red hair of hers catch on fire and she can really blow her top.  Hmmm...imagine that?  The poor girl had had it with me and whatever I was doing - all I remember is it had something to do with the iPod playing a song I really liked, and basically just ME, ME, ME.  I wouldn't stop pushing her to her limit, as I was being annoying I secretly pushed record on my camera; before I knew it I had caught her driving and hitting me at the same time...with both of us laughing in the background.  Then I piped up and said, "YES!  I finally got you on camera hitting me and losing your temper!"  Apparently I had done it.  The crocodile tears started to spill over her cheeks, and turn her eyes such a lovely color of green.  I love it when she cries cause her eyes become even more pretty.  Don't think I am completely heartless, I do have a little bit of a heart in me, and after some apologizing (which was really hard to do on my part) I deleted the video.  It's a shame because with a title like "Sister hits Sister while driving in a car" we would've had 1,000 hits or more on YouTube.  So it is, the video is gone and all that is left is the memory of me being a bratty, bossy, always want my way older sister.  Props to the younger Sis, for putting up with me for two weeks in a cramped car.  Bravo, Bravo!

After my apology we made it to the mining town of Rock Springs, Wyoming.  Our cousins, Lucas, Shellie, and there two darling kiddos greeted us there, and were sweet enough to let us stay with them the next two nights.  That night we stayed up to all hours chatting about everything - it was totally fun!

Day 14 of ALMOST DONE, REALLY LONG ROAD TRIP!

After a much needed "sleep in" we got up, got ready for the day, and then went and saw the sights of the bustling city of Rock Springs.  The town had a cute "down town" area, but after a few minutes of seeing the sights we headed west to the town of Green River.  Don't they have a town in Utah called Green River?  Sure do and they (to me) actually have a lot in common.  As we saw the cute town of Green River we saw a museum and decided to go check it out.  It had a lot of history of the Mormon Pioneers, and a man named John Wesley Powell.  In fact, the town of Green River, Wyoming is where the river rafter/explorer started his journey - and traveled all the way south.  Kind of cool to me since I have done two river trips exactly where he has rafted.  After our touring and sightseeing we were extremely hungry so we went to this AWESOME bagel shop in Rock Springs, and had an amazing lunch.  It was so good that when the Sis and I left town we stopped on our way and got breakfast.  I can't remember the name of the little bagel shop/bakery, but it was freaking amazing.  Later we hung out with the kiddos, watched a whole bunch of Glee, and then watched the latest Glee show that night.  I am so glad Shellie, and Lucas (even though he may not be a fan, but watches it anyway) LOVE Glee.  It was fun to watch with other fans.  We then stayed up late again talking into the night.

Day 15 - FINALLY OUR TRIP IS ENDING!!!

That morning we snuck out early, got our bagels, and hit the snowy scenic byways.  We decided to go home through Flaming Gorge (which the Sis thinks is a dirty name for a lake, but whatev), down through Vernal, and then more small towns of Utah.  We started out into what just seemed like a wet day.  As we inched further and further to Flaming Gorge the landscape became white.  It's the middle of May, how can there still be snow.  As we reached the dam of Flaming Gorge it was pretty much a wet down poor.  We saw the dam, which looks pretty much like any other dam, and started over the Uintah Mountains to Vernal.  The higher we crept the more the snow fell, and it felt like we were back into the months of January and February.  The scenery was completely white, but very beautiful and picturesque.  Finally, as we came down the mountain and into a lower elevation the snow turned back to a wet mess.  The Sis and I had never been to Vernal - I thought it was such a cute quaint little town.  There was even one of those Mormon Temples.  Of course we stopped to take pictures, but didn't go inside because we were just hell bent on getting home.  Such a lovely temple though.

After Vernal we hoped back on the road and headed towards Price (the butt hole of Utah).  Little did we know that snow would soon be upon us as we traveled the windy, steep canyon known as Indian Canyon.  It was white knuckle for part of the trip, but we soon found our way to Price and had to stop for lunch.  After Price it was more hours of driving and patches of snow.  To keep us entertained we continued listening to our NEVER ENDING book on CD (or iPod) that felt like it was never going to end.  We had started listening, somewhere at the beginning of our trip, to a book I had heard nothing but good things about.  It was called "The Life of Pi."  Yeah, it was interesting, but seriously it was about a boy on a life raft with a Bengal tiger, and it went on forever.  In fact we even got home and still had about 20 minutes left and decided to call it finished - we finished it on our own time.  Because we were finished with everything, and the trip was done, over, complete, F-I-N-I-S-H-E-D, then so was the book!  We unpacked our bags, my Sis said, "I don't want to see you or hear from you over the next month.  We need a break!"  Umkay!  Ten minutes after she left I was calling her telling her that I missed her already and I wanted her to come back to just hang out with me for another hour.  (I did that as a joke - calling her - cause I couldn't agree more with her.  We need a good long break!)

Our road trip was a very long road trip, but one I will remember forever.  I'm glad I have my Sissy to travel with me.  If it weren't for her I would have been a complete mess.  I mean really, I was already a mess, but at least she was there to pick me back up.  Give us a month and I know we'll be ready again to hit the open road...

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

The Color Code - I'm Obsessed With it Right Now!

One day I was paroozing the isles of DI - Deseret Industries. (The St. George store is one of my favorites because rich people live in that town and like to contribute!) I mainly go right to the books when I arrive. This particular day I had a certain book in mind. The Color Code. I have a young gal in my Gospel Principles class who wants to go on a mission, and recently asked me some advice. I just told her that she needs to learn to love her companions.  I also told her that this book, The Color Code saved one of my hardest companionships. I knew that DI would most likely have The Color Code, since that is where I got my copy (since my sister stole my copy). It took some patience and searching, but sure enough there it was with a bright light around it waiting for me to take it off the shelf and buy it.

I loved my mission, and am incredibly GRATEFUL I got to serve a mission.  Basically I only went so I could get the HECK out of St. George.  Even though I went for selfish reasons I ended up learning so much and loving so many people.  My time on my mission made me a humble missionary. Oh wait, I wasn't really humble???  Well, I did get a little humble because that is when I started to shop at thrift stores - for clothes. I only did it because I had companions that would, and well, as a missionary I wasn't loaded with money. My first outting to a thrift store on my mission lead me to two polyester skirts, and a vest. One of the skirts was a sky blue polyester. The vest, brace yourself, was a cream color, with flowers, and CHAIRS! The flowers and CHAIRS were the color of blue that matched my polyester skirt. Now remember that book The Color Code that I bought at DI, well that was also brought to my attention on my mission at this particular time when I was with a companion that I absolutley did not like. I have since changed my ways and have seen how immature I was with her. I did apologize to her after my mission for not liking her, and just recently saw her again at my recent mission reunion.  (We actaully talked about how this book saved our companionship.) OKAY! Are you still with me? What I'm trying to tie all together here is that my ugly polyester skirt, and vest with CHAIRS was such a great memory with my companion that I didn't like. One day as we were out tracting and we were standing on a door step my companion looked me up and down and started to laugh, out loud. Now that was a little shocking to me because I had never seen her laugh (she was clearly not a yellow personality). I soon started to laugh myself...still not knowing what she was laughing at. When she finally got her composer she said to me, "Sister, do you see what you are wearing." I said, "Well yeah, a skirt and vest that I purchased at a thrift store???" She then said, "Sister, your vest has CHAIRS ON IT!!!!" And then there was more laughter. Luckily there was nobody home on the doorstep we were laughing on, so we stood there continuing our laughing at my hideous attire. I later burned the skirt and vest as a goodbye to the mission, and a goodbye to my humility...cause we all know I came home prideful! ;)
During that same time of me "becoming humble by my hideous attire" we were at a member's home visiting when the man of the house suggested we borrow his book, The Color Code.  I'm pretty sure he could tell there was tension between us, and began telling us how this book was used on his mission as part of their companionship study.  Before my mission I had taken this test a couple times and was always pretty "yellow" with another color.  However, when you take this test for yourself you definitely choose the answers that you would like.  That is how it was for me at least.  When we borrowed his copy of The Color Code we started our companionship study the next day with a half hour of studying The Color Code.  We took the test for each other and it turns out we were both complete opposite.  I was a strong yellow/white and she was a strong red/blue.  After the test was taken we began reading about how each of us act and the "what's" and "how's" to help us in our colored companionship.  What ended up being a really hard 3 month period ended with a marvelous and enjoyable 3 weeks.  Finally, we had figured out how to work together and had an absolute blast.

I have since taken The Color Code numerous times and for numerous reasons.  Recently a group of my bud's here in C-Town decided one night that we should all take the test for each other.  Guess what my results were...yep, I'm a strong yellow/white.  I have taken this test with my family (they took it for me) and my results were yellow/red. I have decided that I am definitely a little different with family then I am with friends.  For the most part I'm going to stick with my yellow/white personality.  I love being yellow/white, and by golly I'm proud of it!  If you haven't taken The Color Code you are missing out on some great relationship information.  This test and book is so fun, and SO true.  I have such a strong testimony of The Color Code and know that it is a true book, and it has very true principles in it to help any type of relationship.  

So the question is, what color are you?

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Hi, Is Myra Maine's There?

Saturday evening as I was visiting my family in South Jordan, it was close to midnight when I received a very interesting phone call. My cousin and I were messing around on her computer when the call came in. I had no idea who the number was, or where they might be calling from. I answer the phone and it turns out the number was a call forwarding service. How odd, I thought.

Conversation goes like this: "Hello, Is this Liberty Williams I am speaking with?" "Yes, this is her." "Liberty, I am with a call forwarding service and we have received a phone call from a third party and have a phone number and name that you need to contact." "Yes, okay?" "Do you have a piece of paper you can write the number and name down?" I frantically get a piece of paper and pen... "Yes, I'm ready." They give me the number (which they tell me is a St. George number) and name, I write down the name Myra Maine's. I think to myself who in the heck is Myra Maine's, mind you, I said it out loud even? I try to ask if they have any other information, they have none, again they are just a "call forwarding service." I immediately get off the phone and tell my cousin the situation. She reminds me of what time at night it is, yet I still go ahead and make the phone call. I dial the number, after two rings the voice on the other end say's, "Metcalf Mortuary" I say, "Hi, Is Myra Maine's there?" Immediately the voice on the other end say's no and hangs up. I then continue for a moment to say "Hello, Hello." As my cousin is listening it clicks for her that I just called a mortuary and asked for my remains!!!! ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME! I then immediately, at midnight call my parents family friend who works for Metcalf Mortuary thinking that he set me up for this little sneaky prank. I wake him from a dead sleep - no pun intended, and ask him if he put me up to this. I tell him my story and before I am even finished he say's "Libby, do you know who "Myra Maine's" is?" I DO NOW! As I'm on the phone with him I get another call, it's the "call forwarding service" I tell my friend goodbye so that I can get to the bottom of this whole prank, that I fell for... I answer the phone and the voice comes on and asks, "Is this Liberty Williams?" "Yes!" "This is the call forwarding service, and we are just calling to make sure you were able to make the phone call." Then, on the other end of the phone I hear the roar of laughter! My dear friend, Miss Audra B. and her dear family (Audra's brother in law, DAN, who LOVES to tease me) in Southern California, who is so wonderful and good to me had done the whole set up! They had such a good laugh, and I am so grateful that I could provide them with that as I was up in Northern Utah.

The moral of this story, I'm what people may call gullible (the dictionary defines gullible as easily deceived or cheated), or it's just that I am a natural dumb blonde (dumb blonde: lacking in both common street-sense and academic intelligence, as per wikipedia.). My thoughts on the situation - it was late at night, and I have a lot on my plate, so that is why it didn't quite click for me. You decide!