Mixed emotions about a fight between my car and a pole.

So here I sit feeling like in the first time in a while I have something worth blogging about. I was going to go write in my journal but I feel it is a commical yet sad situation that should be shared. Plus I need to write this down now so that I have something to reflect on, so I can laugh about it when feeling gloomy after a day of driving around in a broken car. So tonight was a night that me and my car were not on the same page. It decided to run away from me and heres my story of how it happened...
So I went to dinner with a few friends tonight. A friendly get together to catch up. After all was said and done, I was in my car getting ready to pull away. Then I realized that I had left my phone inside Applebees so I got out of my car and ran inside. Got it and came back out. Then I was like, "Where the hell is my car, it was right here." I look up to see that my little blue car is sitting an isle over from where I left it and I was like, "thats wierd." I just starred at it for a second trying to figure out how it moved. THHHEEENNN I realize its moving! Away from meeee!!! So I start sprinting. This is when I was thinking that I reaally wish I had been running more lately. So Im sprinting after my car saying, "No No nononononononoo pppllllleasseee stoop!!" And its headed towards a big tall sign and around the sign are a bunch of bars. Bars like the ones you hop over at movie theatres... ya know. For a second in my head I was thinking.." I can make it ! Im almost there." But here the sad part... I wasnt fast enough and my car smashes into these poles. SOOO SAADDDD! I just start whinning out looud and saying "Noooooooooooooooo." Once I looked at it to inspect the damage, it was real bad news. This was no minor bump, its a complete squash. I might as well have been hit by a Semi.. definitley exaggerating but, not.
So Im pretty darn distraught at this point and my friends had left so there was no one to vent to but my Number One Listener, my Mother. Bless her heart, poor lady has to listen to me whine more than any person on this earth has ever heard me whine. She was definitley the listener in this conversation because I just started going off about everything. Almost expecting her to get upset that I dont have a brain. Instead she just played the card of.. "I have no idea how to react so Im going to be the silent type." By the end of the conversation I realized it sounds like Im having a nervous breakdown cause I was kind of crying, realizing that in those very few minutes I just lost a good bunch of money ever coming out of that car when I sell it. The darn trunk wont even shut now, which is another story.. Just one with more yelling and whinning and screaming "Nooo..." after I merely just wanted to test it and see if it opened still. Crazy thing is... in the middle of all this mess I realized that it is just a material thing. This is such a short part of my life and it doesnt matter. Im so thankful I have been raised to realize the more important things in life.
I drove all the way home with a complete blank stare cause I was still in shock but in my head I was laughing at the sitaution. I just could make my face express what was going on inside my head. I didnt mention that there was a group of people all standing outside of Applebees. As I was running after my empty car I could hear them laughing. I was too busy to see if they were laughing at me, but seriously I really hope someone saw cause it was worth seeing. I think I could have died happy being an onlooker on such a situation. I wish my life was recorded because this moment would have definitley been youtube's new No. 1 video.
Oh how I wish I had a brain, hopefully God will bless me with one sometime in the future.

*Pictures of the destruction will be added soon*

Bye Bye Facebook

I want to publicly announce that I have "deleted" my facebook account. I went to the temple today and when I came home I felt inspired for whatever reason. Just that its a terrible addiction and way to spend my time. Especially when you are bored at home and arent working. "Why" you may ask I decided to delete/deactivate it? Well two reasons... I find myself on it during to many hours of the day and I find myself knowing things about people that I'd rather find out normal ways... like who's dating who and what so and so said to so and so... I've decided I want to live life like a normal person... or the un-normal person (since normal would be considered as someone who does have facebook, since everyone does.)
Besides now I can spend my time on blogger instead and post my pictures on here. Which is actually better cause its basically an online journal... which is good cause Im terrible about keeping track of my life.
I have a favor of everyone who reads this though. This was a spur of the moment decision but I do feel like it was best. My favor is that you give me crap if I ever revert to being a facebook-er ever again. I was so proud of myself when I just went for it and pressed that deactivate button but then as soon as I did another message popped up... "Your Facebook account has been deactivated. To reactivate your account, log in using your old email and password. You will be able to use the site like you used to. We hope you come back soon." It makes it much to easy to come back. Merely just log back in. Dang Facebook. :) If you all would be as good to be my... my... Hmm.. cant remember what it is when you are going through rehab for an addiction and then you have a sober time of not giving in to your addiction... what are the people that are there to help you? Meh whatever. Even though its an easy back-in IIIIIIIII DDDDDIIIIIIDDDDD IIIITTTTTTTT!!!! YYYYAAAYYYYYY!!!!!

As of late this is my life. :)

This is one of the first times that Ive blogged in gosh 5 months... so much has happened. Since Im so bad at writing in my journal Im going to try, from here on out, to track my life this way. Since my last blog...

1) One blog shows that I got my car smushed. My very generous Father got me a 97 Honda Civic on Thanksgiving morning for a "good price." Ha.. good price right after we had bought it we found out it needed some help adding up to be about 1/2 of what we paid for it. Then recently this month I had my idiotic car experience. I ran it absolutely dry of oil a few Sundays back. Now it is dead sitting out in front of my parents house, hubcabless. (I lost the hubcab actually a little while back it has nothing to do with my mishap, it just makes it look that much more pitiful sitting out front.) This week I have been holding off to tell people why I dont have a car because its a little embarrasing that I ran it out of oil. But after a talk with my sister Rachel trying to make me feel better I really do feel better. She told me that once she got fined for not knowing motor oil was a toxic waste when she dumped it out into the snow in a church parking lot. Thanks Rach. Even though it makes me feel better that everyone has stupid car experiences.. my Dad was quick to remind me that her 200-something dollar ticket doesnt compare to my 2000 dollar engine replacement. I dont think my Daddy is going to always be quite so generous from here on out. :)

2) In February I decided to leave Provo after 2 years of living there. I moved back home to Bountiful. I love Provo for the fact that there is always people to meet and things to do but I just felt like there wasnt much for me there anymore. I finished cosmetology school there at Bon Losee almost 3 years ago this July and since then Ive just been there working. I also went one semester at UVU.. which I loved but I kind of tend to jump from one thing to another pretty quick so I didnt stick with it. I am so grateful that my Mom was so encouraging when I decided to move out in November 2006. I think moving to Provo is one of the greatest experiences Ive had. You really find yourself and what matters to you when you're out on your own and free to make your own choices. Now Im back home and sometimes I've wondered what I was thinking coming back home but Im more glad I am when it comes right down to it. I am so glad I get to spend more time with my family. They mostly all live more in this area. Although I miss being close to my sister in Melissa down in Lehi. Shes hooked me up with guys.. listened to my dating issues.. given me a car (which I am also still paying off, no more cars for me! :)).. again like all my siblings have constantly helped me out (The youngest really is spoiled.. mostly by having older siblings that are looking out for them and their well-being) Melissa has kept me on track through my stupidity.. Its incredible how much I love her! :) I also really miss my beautiful little neices down in Lehi that are always make me laugh their funny sayings and how crazy they drive Melissa at times.. :) The best part is that they love me.. I love how kids are so easy to love.

3) Life is crazy. Aimlessly trying to figure out whats the next thing to do with your life. About 3 weeks ago I started CNA training up in Clearfield UT. I just finished up my hours and clinicals this last week and now Im preparing to take my tests to get certified. Now I'll be a Licensed Hairstylist and Certified Nurse Assistant. I played with the idea of become a CNA about a year ago. I was so close to starting the training when I was down in Provo then when I found out that its alot of diaper changing and people refered to it as doing alot of grudge work, I was like "uh-uh!" I bagged that idea and kept doing hair. Since Ive been home its been a little hard to find a job doing hair that Ive been satisfied with and that I can make money. I can make more by doing hair than I can being a CNA but its hard to get make bank if you arent staying in one place long enough to build up a cliental. I will definitley never give up doing hair, I love love doing hair. There is alot of satifaction from doing that job when you can make someone non-stop stare at themselves in the mirror with a huge smile on their faces. Its that kind of satisfaction that makes a job worthwhile to me.
Even while Ive been going through the training for CNA Ive been a litte questionable about what the heck Im doing. But as I was doing clinicals this weekend in a Nursing Home Im reminded that this is a service Im doing for people. The elderly people there are just so sweet and depenedent. If I can make the last part of their lives happier and easier by comforting them while they keep telling me about their medical problems and cleaning their hineys, I'll do it. I've never spent much time with my grandparents so Ive always had a compassion for those Grandma's and Grandpa's. I dont know if I can still say Im really excited about what I'll be doing but I think this is a good thing Im doing and I am excited to help out. Im going to be a BOMB CNA. :)