I LOVE Batman

 

Alright so I've realized that I don't have a post on here dedicated to Batman. I would like to dedicate this post to him, the greatest superhero who ever lived! If you disagree with me then I command you to stop reading my blog becuase you are no longer worthy. I just kind of want to point out a few reasons why he is the best.

~He's human
~He's a billionaire
~He has a LEGIT costume
~He has an even more LEGIT means of transportation
~He is a superhero because he worked hard to become one, he wasn't just "blessed" with powers.
~He has the best villains
~He has a pretty tight video game (which I've beaten ;P)
~He has a cool name
~He has really cool weapons

If you aren't convinced then maybe I can help you to see things my way with my double edged batarang knife. You've been warned.


P.S. I really only put this post on here so I could post the picture above and I didn't want the picture to feel lonely so I added some words.

A Day in the Life of a Cow

So hello there again! I know, I know, you didn't really expect another post so soon, but I feel the need to write something today and I have to kill an hour and a half so I choose to do it here. So this morning I woke up at 5:55am in order to go to seminary. If you read last night's/this morning's post you already know that I didn't get to bed until about 3ish and so I was definately a little bit exhausted this morning. We barely made it to seminary alive this morning (kept nodding off at the wheel)and seminary was uneventful, we had a cool teacher today and I had little control over my neck apparently seeing as how it was really hard to hold up my giant head. Then I came home and immediately fell asleep on my sister's bed (its the most comfortable in the house) I know what you're thinking "this story is REALLY good, I hope this hilarity continues" Well I would just like to point out that I am a TERRIBLE story teller. I don't even know why I have a blog. It could be that I wish I could achieve the fame that Julie did in Julie & Julia(LOVE THAT MOVIE!)or it could also be the fact that I feel slightly more important in the world when I have my very own blog that has the potential to arouse the curiousity of people all over the world (if my story telling does not improve however we can probably rule out both of those) If you know who Nick Swardson is and have heard his stand up there is this one called "had to be there" and that pretty much sums up the story of my life. I'll try and post it, but i'm not quite sure how so don't get your hopes up or anything. So I went off to work at 10. For those of you who don't know I am the Chick-Fil-A cow! In all seriousness that is my actual job. I don't even work at the counter or anything anymore I am solely the cow. I know what you're thinking "that sucks! It's like a thousand degrees in that suit and in the summer it's even hotter!" well you're only a third correct. It is a thousand degrees in there and in the summer it nears a billion degress however I LOVE BEING THE COW! I love handing out balloons to little children, I love dancing like an idiot and not have anyone know that it's me, I love listening to the kids tell me EVERYTHING about their parent's personal lives and all the dirty secrets that you don't want anyone to know but your kid just can't help but tell the world. I just think it is so fun. I don't have to deal with rude customers and when I get too hot I can go sit in the freezer for a bit. I literally get paid to be a little kid (which happens to be easy for me since I can't seem to grow up) I have to go back to work at 5 tonight and be the cow again for another three hours. The split shifts kind of ruin my day but it's kind of worth it on the weekdays. It's not like I ever do anything anyway. Today I had to stay in the back for about an hour because this one little girl would start screaming her head off if she even caught a glimpse of me. That was great...I got paid to sit down it was pretty dang exciting! Little kids are often freaked out by the cow (I don't really blame them..he is kinda huge) but other kids won't leave me the heck alone. I made a new best friend the other day (sorry Sophie) she is 4 and her name is Avery. I know that because she told me a thousand times. She also climbed on my lap and just sat there (I'm not supposed to pick kids up so I couldn't even like lift her off...so i just had to sit there while she kept poking me in the eye and sticking her fingers up the cow's nose) My PS3 didn't come today. I'm sorely disappointed. Well I gotta go get ready to be the cow again. YAY FUN!

My Uneventful Day

Have you ever had one of those days where you come home to relax, maybe plan to sit at your computer and get on stalkbook or write in your blog? Ever turn on your itunes and after about 30 minutes of listening to music realize that you've been listening to the same song because you forgot to take it off of "repeat one" from the other day when you were repeatedly listening to/ singing at the top of your lungs the chef's song from the Little Mermaid? Yea me either. Well see the thing is that I haven't even had an especially trying day. I got up at 11 am to get everyone ready for church. That was pretty uneventful unless you count the last 5 minutes when I realized Brynlee had picked out a lovely pair of black tights with snowmen on them to wear to church... IN APRIL. I would've just let her wear them because I think it is important to let kids express themselves in a way they see fit, but then I figured I'd probably never hear the end of it if I let it slide. After a frantic and fruitless search for socks I decided to just change her shoes (which would've been the easiest solution in the first place) So we were at church a little late (not like that's never happened) we had to sneak in the back and for the first time in a while we had to sit on the uncomfortable metal chairs that I'm convinced are a punishment for being late. Those chairs have got to be the most uncomfortable things to sit on...aside from maybe a flagpole. Church was great as it usually is, good lessons and such. It was fast Sunday and of course that meant testimony meeting. I'm going to be completely honest, I LOVE fast and testimony meetings. I love to hear other people testify of the truthfulness of the gospel. I especially like it when little kids get up to bear their testimonies. Something about little kids proclaiming their love for the gospel and The Savior just makes me really happy. I bore my testimony today. I LOVE to bear my testimony. I think it may have something to do with the fact that I really love to hear myself talk. I bet that sounds really vain, but I don't necessarily love the sound of my voice...I don't know how to explain it really. I just love talking! I don't actually love to bear my testimony in front of the whole congregation because I get really nervous and throw up words that quite possibly don't make any sense when put together. Today however I worked up enough courage to get up and bear my testimony in front of everyone. Lately I've been crying a lot when I bear my testimony. I'd like to think that it's because I really feel the spirit whenever I do, and don't get me wrong I'm sure that's why it happens, but to be honest I really HATE crying in front of people. Coming from such a tom-boyish past I always thought crying was showing weakness. Although I don't actually think that anymore I still get really embarrassed when I cry in front of people. I believe that my recently overactive tear ducts are the consequence of relentlessly making fun of my mother every time she cries. Now I'm not talking about when her crying is rational, funerals and stuff=understandable, but when we're watching TV and a hallmark commercial comes on and her eyes fill up with tears i think I have a fair reason to giggle uncontrollably. Anyway so of course my testimony ended in tears and I returned to my seat to have my brother (who was once my ally in teasing my mother about her over sensitive plumbing) ask in mock concern if I needed a tissue. The rest of church was pleasant although I did get in trouble during Young Women's because I have this weird disease where I have to talk all the time. After church I went to my Sunday School teacher's house with the rest of my SS class for dinner and some games. It was alot of fun, I didn't realize my teacher was that cool (rest assured HE IS!) and now I've been sitting at my computer for the past 4 hours doing who knows what. It's 1:30 in the morning and I'm really tired but for some reason I can't get up off my butt and move the 3...maybe 2 feet to my bed. I think I may have a sleeping disorder. On a more pleasant note my mom comes home tomorrow! She's in Colorado to visit her family and attend her brother's 3 wedding. Hopefully his new wife is not related to Satan like wife #2. Even though it is technically the 3rd now I'd like to give a birthday shout out to my cousin Kelsey Rae Graves. I miss you everyday Kels! I love you and wish you were here all the time. I want to live as good a life as you did. See ya on the other side. Watch over me kay? Well goodnight everyone.