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.

Paradise week

ALRIGHT!! I know this post is half a year overdue but I'm finally going to blog about my wonderfully amazing cruise that I went on in November of 2009 (hold your excitement). Well let me tell you I LOVED it. It was a 7 day-7 nights cruise in the carribbean and it was a week of paradise. I've never been so happy in my life! It was so unbelievable! I still dream about it and wake up so sad that it's not a reality. Let me tell you cruises are addicting...I will definately go on another one at the first opportunity. Let me tell you a bit about it and I will definately include pictures at the bottom of this post! Alright so on Sunday we drove down to Galveston and up until we got on the boat we all figured something would go wrong and we'd miss our trip. When we finally stepped foot on the ship it became a reality albeit an unbelievable one. It felt too good to be true! We got to our rooms (which were suprisingly nice for the price we paid) and unpacked. As soon as we set sail we explored the boat. It was the most amazing thing ever! We spent 4 days at sea and 3 days on land, making stops in Jamaica, Grand Cayman, and Cozumel. Our first stop was in Jamaica. We went on a zipline tour through the jungle. Jamaica was cooler than I expected it to be. Everyone talked so cool and boy was it beautiful! I'd always thought that "ya mon" was a steroetype...I didn't realize people actually said it after practically every single sentance. It was so cool. The rest of the week we were saying "ya mon" and "no problem!" The Jamaican way of life is just so chill and laid back. Even though the majority of them live in poverty they are still all so happy! Our bus driver was legit. He kept making jokes and talking in his awesome accent, he also taught us alot about Jamaica (their flag colors are yellow (for the sun) Green (for the beautiful lush vegitation) and black (for the people (lol) and also for the poverty that they endure)) Our tour guides on the zipline tour were all hilarious. We got to see a guy climb a huge coconut tree and we also got to try coconut water, and coconut jelly (neither of which i enjoyed much) There were 5 different lines on the tour each one getting progressively higher. The smalles was 250' above the jungle and the tallest was a whopping 1,600'. At first the jump was a little scary but by the end we were hanging upside down over the jungle. After the tour we went to the little gift shops in the area. They were really over priced but I got a rasta hat complete with dreads and well I don't regret it, I wear it often ;P. Our next stop was in Grand Cayman. We went on to sting ray city for our onland excursion. It was so cool! We brought our own snorkeling stuff and we were able to swim with sting rays and even feed them. It was kind of scary to be honest (those things are HUGE) and of course with the recent tragedy of Steve Erwin it made me a little uneasy to be so close to their barbed tails. Skyler ended up getting a hickey when one of the rays mistook his arm for a piece of squid ^_^. The water was really salty, I'd never been in the ocean before and I didn't realize how salty it was, after a few snorkel fulls of ocean water we were all ready to get out, but the water was just so beautiful! We also got to swim by a coral reef and see a ginormous eel. After the stingray city we walked around the shops and stuff, but they were pretty pricey so we didn't buy much. Cozumel was really fun too. We didn't go on any excursions (except my dad who went scuba diving) but we did get to shop all day which by my standard is a pretty great day! Am I right?! It was really fun trying to bargain with the vendors, I got pretty good at it, I was able to get 30 bucks taken off of a hammock chair (which is sitting in my closet as I write...lame) The male vendors kind of cracked me up. I've learned enough spanish from work to get the gist of what they were saying to me "¡Mi amor, Viene aquí! " or "Es tan guapa como una princesa" it made me laugh. If I'd been alone I might've been slightly creeped out but I just laughed it off. We took some really neat pictures and I had alot of fun. It was a beautiful place and even though it was like a thousand degrees I really enjoyed walking the streets. I've decided I really LOVE traveling and I'm so happy I got the chance to visit these places. I hope to return to them someday and travel to more places in time. I had alot of fun and maybe one day I'll be a veteran cruiser (I met this one lady who'd been on 27 cruises) The boat was great, I had alot of fun at sea and they had so many activites at all times of the day. I really loved it and I'm soo thankful I got to go on it. Check out the picture slide show I've put up!

Why I don't work out in public

OK so I've made a new years resolution to be more healthy. I make this resolution every year but I was really serious about it this time. I even made sure I got a gym membership! I really wanted a membership to Gold's Gym since well that's the place to be, BUT my dad got me a membership at the YMCA...not quite as cool but I suppose it serves the right purpose. ANYWAY I went into the YMCA really excited to get back into shape. So i get on one of the free treadmills and go to slide my ipod into my pocket...only I didn't' have pockets so instead I had to stick it on the little shelf on the treadmill. So I'm running pretty fast. I'm on like eight...heck I'm bookin it. I'm runnin I'm runnin and my arms are movin pretty fast. up and down up and down...up and....down on my ipod cord. Ipod flips in the air. I try to catch it. MISS. It hits the treadmill. I bend over to pick it up. Stop running. Treadmill is still going. My feet slid off the edge. My face hits the treadmill. It's still on. Mom screams. YMCA people run over. I get up, huge burn on my face. left cheekbone to the middle of my chin...eyes watering nose feels like its bleeding (luckily it wasn't) I scramble for my ipod and get back on the treadmill and continue running...except my knees and face kind of hurt...Anyway YMCA people surround me and they're all concerned...there's really nothing wrong with me and I am fine. They're all asking if I need ice or anything and I'm just grumbling "no I'm fine..my fault" and I don't really want to turn around so she can see the huge mark across my face. So I pretend its all cool so I don't draw more attention to myself. but people around me arestill staring...it was soooo embarrassing, but looking back it was pretty flippin hilarious...my mom likes to tell everyone she knows...her favorite part is telling people that "everything was fine and then I just see Bree disappear" I don't think that part is too hilarious though.
I never wanted to go back after that...but i did anyway. Obviously I got an arm band, and avoided the treadmills like the plague. SO if you ever want to know why i hate working out...there ya go.

A.D.D

I think that I've got it. I have a really hard time focusing on pretty much everything! I got on my blog today...for the first time since September might I add...to write an entry about my amazing cruise...that I went on in November :O...and well lo and behold I've been on blogspot for 2 hours and I have yet to even start a blog about my trip. I would do it now, but it's late and 5 am seems to come really early. So what have I been doing on blogspot for the past two hours? I would like to blame Lauren. for the hold-up. What can I say? "I am" addicted to her blog. It's probably the funniest thing I've read in...ever. It seems as though funny people attract hilarious friends . I ended up blog jumping to a a few articles that had me crying (with laughter of course) and since i did a pretty strenuous ab workout the other day I don't know if that was the smartest thing. Anyway after several blog articles, a few episodes of the HILARIOUS Lawrence Welk (Whelk?) show from SNL, and a box of tissues I am done with the computer for the night and I am going to bed. Hopefully The "Cruise Blog" gets online sometime soon...before I forget everything :P...as if I could forget a week of paradise :D.

Shenanagins

Ok so i got sent to my room today. I don't really think I deserved it, Skyler sure did but I think I should be blameless...I also don't think I should have to pay for the hole to be repaired. I don't really mind repairing it but I think Skyler should pay for it, afterall his foot put it there.

It all started yesterday, we were sitting down on the couch and Skyler was using my pillow so of course I took it so I could lay on it. So he pushed me off the couch. Why? I don't know, it was my pillow, I brought it out of my room for myself and I leave it alone for five seconds and he snatches on it. So naturally I took it back, he pushed me off the couch, I grabbed him on the way down and pulled him off as well. He then proceeded to try to pin me to the ground (because he thinks that I can't still take him even though he's my height. HOWEVER I can. So we went at our little wrestling match for a while and I was winning. I had him pinned but then he changed the rules to Sambo (you have to tap out) so I had him in a full nelson and Dad said I could break his neck so I had to let him out of it. So he got a reversal on me and I had to get him back on the ground so I lifted him up ready to slam on the ground and he struggled....long story short, he kicked the wall and now there is a softball sized hole right below the outlet....

So now my dad is making us both pay for it. Here are my arguments against this.

1. this is the 4th hole Skyler has put in a wall, he has not had to pay for the prior 3

2. I didn't actually put the hole in the wall. I didn't insist on wrestling, but when a challenge is called for I can't back out! Skyler started it and of course ended it

3. I said that since Skyler didn't have to pay for 3 holes he should have to pay for this one by himself. 3 strikes you're out. Even if my dad still blames me I shouldn't have to pay for one hole when three others went unpaid for.

Comment me and let me see what you think. I intend to debate this injustice. I could use some back up because my dad already favors Skyler.