What's My Name Again?

From watching a 4 year-old the other day:

Me: Everett...
Everett: That's not my name
Me: Well what's your name
Everett: Everett dot com dot org (said very fast)
Me: Then what's your last name?
Everett: dot org! Duh! And my middle name is dot com.

I think this kid is onto something.

On the Catwalk

It has been said that there is no future for me in modeling. I probably agree. However, if getting a real career doesn't work out for me, I may look into this line of work more. Please don't become overly jealous of my mad modeling skills as shown below. If requested, I guess I could hold a two day $500 seminar about some techniques I've naturally come by through the years. Comment now, and I'll throw in a free positive compliment about your nose shape.

This says "I'll save the world and your little dog too."

Desperate Housewives, meet desperate single...

My mother always said I was ghastly to look at in the morning

I hate it when you yell. I hate it more when I can see right through you.

 

Pioneer is so the new sexy

For puzzling questions: this is used for cannibals

I like to call this one "blizzard of the month-strawberry fury"

 

Lesson learned from all above photos? Never smile when modeling. It shows you have a heart. Models should not waste body volume on hearts. 

100 Adventures

I just realized this is my 100th blog. Not realizing this, I already planned something else. I should also technically be talking about the end of my college career and how this is a new chapter in my life blah blah blah, but I decided to post about my adventure the other day.

Even though it was my last semester at college, I actually didn't do that many things on the weekends. So with one weekend left, I wanted to go on an adventure. I won't go into detail about how my roommates didn't want to go on an adventure with me, it'll suffice to say they didn't want to go on an adventure. Okay, they probably did, just not the one I suggested.

Last Friday we got a stage 5 blizzard (I don't know the rating system, this seems legit though) and the next day it was so beautiful--as I posted about previously. The next day, Saturday, was general conference. In between sessions I decided to take my fate in my own hands and go on my own adventure. I just realized what a long introduction this is for some simple pictures I took, but I like the look of my own typing...

I drove out to out there Idaho and ended up randomly finding this nature trail that overlooked miles and miles. The cool part was I was all by myself and there was the exciting dangerous thought that I may be mauled by a mountain lion. But I wasn't. Here is the product of this long-overdrawn-wordy-post:

This looks like the horses are about to have a gun fight. I think the brown one got some extra oats that day and so the tan one was jealous. Or maybe they were the fighting for the honor of their sister the mule.

Obviously this wasn't naturally black and white, but I thought it looked a tad cooler without color.

The Snake River was right below and super blue. No, I didn't fall off the side of the mountain. Because it wasn't the mountain.

And the panorama for my blog post title was also taken during this outing. This is the end of this page turning  blog post, and you can now get back to your exciting life.

#4.5

Dear Elissa Gator,
It has taken me three months to finally commit to be in a relationship with a boy who is completely love stricken with me. Now that I said yes to just be his girlfriend, he thinks I should consider him “my #1 man.” Ew. I do not consider him this way. How do I let him know this without bursting his cute puppy dog dreams?
Disgusted Daphne

Daft,
My personal experiences with men teach me that they think they are #1 in all aspects of their lives. #1 Fan. #1 Grill Master. #1 Team Player. #1 at doing #2. So when it comes to a lover, they don’t understand that in fact they are no longer #1. They’re more like #4.5, because we women have to settle; real #1 men are usually homosexual, which makes them #2, so technically there is no such thing as #1 men. You have to slowly let them understand this concept.

For example, look at him googly eyed and say things such as: “Why do birds suddenly appear every time you are near? Probably because you reek of worms.” The love emanating from your eyes will help balance the acidic words of your lips. Not being able to comprehend two things at once, they’ll only subconsciously hear the jab at their awesomeness.

This way when they start feeling downgraded they’ll never be able to pin it on you. It’s almost as good as getting away with murder that the Las Vegas CSI can’t solve in one episode length. If you do come to a point where you are ready to burst his cute puppy dog dreams, I hear they have specials on neutering at local animal shelters.

BYU-I in the Snow

The other day we got lots of snow, and seeing how it was like the last time it would snow while I was in Rexburg (well actually I'm praying for it to snow when my parents get up here for graduation so they'll have a slight inclination about what this place usually looks like) I figured I'd take some quick pictures. It really was beautiful.

It reminded me of winter 2005, the snow had finally melted and Easter Sunday was a clear springy day. The next day we all woke up to 3 or so inches of snow, and everyone groaned in disbelief. As I was walking to campus I observed how sparkling and clean the fresh snow was, and was reminded of the scripture in Isaiah 1:18 that says "though your sins be as scarlet they shall be as white as snow." I thought what a great reminder; here we had just had Easter and celebrated the resurrection and atonement of Christ and here God was showing us that because of that sacrifice our sins could become white like snow. Even though snow isn't my favorite thing, that was one of those tender mercies I'll never forget.

You know the Tetons?

I don't normally post twice in a day, but this was too much to pass up. While looking at a map on mapquest of the Tetons I saw this interesting mountain peak name. Look up how the Grand Tetons got their name, and it will all make sense.

April, you're a fool

As my roommates were going to bed last night I remembered that April's Fool would be among us. Being my last time with roommates for who knows how long, I decided to at least try this year. So I...

Changed the milk to blue

Turned the coloring pages on our wall upside down

Rearranged cupboard contents

Poured peppermint syrup in roommates' water bottles (would have used vinegar, but didn't have any. Jackie said she would have killed me if I put in vinegar, especially because she drank it after having to run a mile and half for a class)

And drum roll for the best...

Gave my bishop a chocolate covered cotton ball disguised as a truffle. The look on his face when he bit into it, priceless.