Throwdown

I have been trying to study all morning but I am just not feeling so hot! It's making it hard to focus. So I'll blog instead, because I busted out my camera last night for the first time in 6 months and I actually have pictures to put up!

My newest guilty pleasure is watching MMA. Jan got me hooked on it while we were dating and I seriously really like watching it. So when Jan told me his friend Max got us tickets on the floor at the fights in Salt Lake - I was so excited!

I've been feeling really sick, so I should've said no - but I wanted to go too bad. And I'm glad I did because it was a really fun night.

On the way down

The people who made it happen!

Look how close:

Jan and his hero
(It was so funny to watch Jan talk to him. He was like a little kid, he was so excited. Trying to make small talk the way people try to make small talk with Jan about football. Hilarious.)

There weren't even that many awesome fights - some were really boring actually. But just being down on the floor and seeing all of the people and having the octagon so close was super fun.

Don't worry that we saw D-Will from the Jazz, and I definitely made eye-contact with him. And then Jan was like "I just caught D-Will checking you out!" Haha. I'm a baller guys, what can I say?

It was a really fun night. Jan and I haven't just gone out and done something fun like that in a long time. I'm really glad we went.

Thanks Max and McKinzi! You guys are so sweet for inviting us.

Shameless Self Promotion.

Nikki will now make me something.

SOoOoo - I apparently get REALLY excited for weird things, because I'm really excited about a post I just read on a friend's blog (...not that your blog is weird, Nikki...).

I was one of the first 5 people to comment on a new post she made this morning, so she as promised to provide me with some sort of self-made-creation!

WOoOoo I love presents!

The catch is this: I must now volunteer to make 5 of you (Ooh Lucky First Respondents) special creations of my own imagination! These lovely items may be baked goods (mmm delicious - haha shout out to Kristina for my profound abuse of that word), perhaps a delightful scarf (high-five to me for preparing early to be a bomb granny), a song or story written especially for you...the sky is the limit!

If you want one of my special goodies, however, you must do the following:
1. Be one of the first five people to respond to this post
2. Re-post this on YOUR page for five of your friends!

It's like a chain letter, only without the threats -AND- not annoying because you GET a present (and get to MAKE presents to give to others) in the end.

And let's face it, presents cancel out annoyance 99.9% of the time. :)

WOW.

SO, my mom is in town. Boog got her wisdom teeth out this morning and my mom flew out to be with her and help her through the ordeal.

While brookie was in class last night, my mom and I went to dinner at my favorite restaurant in Provo - Gloria's Little Italy. I am seriously obsessed with this place, it is delicious. I'm a smidge sad that it's all popular now, but glad that I don't have to worry about it closing down!

(That paragraph just made two totally random thoughts come into my head. Saying brookie made me think: "Brookie just took her hand, and put it down her shirt." And saying delicious made me think of Calee this last summer saying that word every two seconds. Only Schroeders will understand what I'm talking about.)

Anyway, I had one of the most embarrassing moments of my life there last night. I tried to explain it to people after it happened and it just didn't come across as mortifying or hilarious as it was - but I'm writing about it now hoping you'll understand what I went through.

We were sitting there at dinner and I heard the server behind me say "wide receiver." It just made me turn for a sec, and I realized it was a high school kid talking about football with a guy right behind me wearing all BYU sweats. I had no idea who he was - like not even the slightest recognition. I texted Jan and told him I was sitting next to a kid who played for the Y and didn't know him... thought that would be the end of it.

My mom went to the bathroom a few minutes later, and it was still really bugging me that I didn't know who this guy was. I was in a weird mood (surprised? it's my mom. she does something to me.) and decided for some nonsensical reason that taking a picture of him with my iPhone and sending it to Jan was the perfect solution to my problem.

He was sitting behind me, so I had to like awkwardly twist my phone around while trying to be discreet so I could take a flippin picture of the guy. I was laughing at myself and felt so silly - and sneaked a peek at him after I took the picture. Good thing his wife was like staring RIGHT at me - I know she watched the whole thing. THE WHOLE THING. I was so embarrassed.

And it wasn't even a good picture! Look:

I know. You can't tell at all! Blah.

So Mom comes back and we get up to go look at the scrumptious desserts. While we're up there, I tell her the funny/embarrassing story of what just happened, and at the end said "You should've just done it." Since she was sitting across from me, and it would've been easier for her to just act like she was playing with the phone and take a picture straight on, rather than turning it around. After I said that she was like - I still can!

I thought it was a good idea, since I got a bad picture in the first place and his identity was still a mystery. Oh how very wrong I was.

She brilliantly assumed that I meant she should've taken the picture because she is so much sneakier than I am, not because of her seat placement. Don't worry that she full on walked up, in the middle of all of the tables, practically running into things because she was holding the phone up directly in front of her face, pushing the button like she was taking a picture. I just sat at the table and couldn't stop her - because then it would just be loud and draw even MORE attention. She seriously was so incredibly obvious, it was awful. AWFUL.

I was crying laughing at this point. Look at the pictures that her ridiculousness achieved:







Seriously?? Hahaha.

Still no clue. They got up and left, looking at us like we're total morons. They knew the whole time what we were doing.

Don't worry that Mom looked at their check before we left, but couldn't read his writing.

STILL a mystery. Still.

You want to know what's not a mystery? How funny my mom is.

Prejudice.

Wrote a song about it.


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Haha. Totally not what I wanted to blog about. Just popped into my head. Oh En Vogue.
Go listen to it. Remember the 90's.

Then give thanks that the 90's are over:

The 90's one saving grace = Nintendo. I may, or may not, still play.

The birth of teenage angst soap operas. My So Called Life.

I was searching for some pic of hideous 90's clothes, but I realized that in posting any of the ones I found I would undoubtedly give a certain sibling of mine ideas for new outifts. To avoid any responsibility in that area, I'm posting these awesome sneakers. And by awesome, I mean hideous.

My dad had this phone.

As a matter of fact, I believe it's still out in the garage.

P.S. Welcome back, Kristina! Blog & I missed you.

Apology Note

My dearest blog,

I'm sorry I've been so busy lately. I haven't been particularly good at keeping you updated, and that's all my fault. It was nice of you to tell Calee to text me, saying you missed me. I've missed you too, blog. I've missed you too.

All the puppy talk is probably getting to you, isn't it? I thought I would come interfere before you exploded from another adorable photo of a puppy-private-part on Cory's face. Haha! I was going to say more, but I'll just leave it at that.

I think a reason I've been a little MIA lately is that my life is a smidge too complicated to be blogging about. I know - lame excuse, isn't it? Just when all the dirt comes along, I get a little shy about sharing.

I don't really have time at the moment to divulge everything, but here's the readers digest version. Ready?

Jan came back. Yep. It's the truth. Nope, I'm not talking about the first time. Yep, he came back again, a second time. Confusing? Yes. Are we dating? No. Do I see him? Yes. What does that mean? I have no idea.

I've been facebook fighting with my british boyfriend. It sucks. Although I do feel super mature having 'facebook fighting' as a totally normal way to describe my relationship.

The GMAT went well, but not as well as I had hoped. By 30 points, actually. So I'm taking it again because I'm too stubborn to just accept a score that's lower than my goal. I'm only applying to a few schools this year, the main one being Oxford. And I'm dead serious about it. I really, genuinely hope I get in.

My job is awesome. I'm really happy with it. I've been busy in a good, normal, happy way. What a relief! I know things are weird in my life right now, but when are they not? I feel like I have a little piece of normalcy right now that I haven't had in a long time, and I'm taking it for what it's worth.

I have a lot more to say, especially since it's been so long. I'm sorry. It will have to wait until next time.

Thanks for not being too mad, blog. It was nice to visit again. I love that we can not see each other for a while and still talk like old times.

xoxo

... Gossip girl.

hahahaa. I couldn't help it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

P.S. A big shout out to Jana Beck for the Dear Life Blog inspiration. <3


We'll end with random iPhone photos from lately.

My Christmas Present from Steph :)

Brooke's awesome note to her roommates upon finding her granola bars were gone. I went into her apartment when she wasn't home to drop off a crock-pot present (random) and saw it on the counter and laughed and laughed.

Janburger Helper.


Yep.

All Tucker-ed out...

So last Saturday we built a dog run in my parent's back yard (pictures coming soon!), bought all sorts of puppy-related goodness at Petco & WalMart (crate, leash, harness, etc...), then went and picked up our PUPPY!!

He seemed a bit sleepy on the drive home (from El Cajon), so I let him sleep in my lap. When we got home, he seemed a bit disoriented...so he took another nap, then slept through the night. The next day he perked up a little, and made it about three hours wide awake before succombing to an hour-long siesta. Aaaand he falls asleep nightly around eight. Wakes up around 3 AM to go to the bathroom, then sleeps until 7AM.

WHO IS THIS DOG?!

I thought puppies were supposed to be constantly hyper and crazy?? Don't get me wrong, he does his fair share of funny puppy things (like chasing his reflection in the mirror, jumping and barking at his toys, using his very sharp baby teeth to chew your socks - with your feet still inside of them, etc...) - but he mostly loves to cuddle and sleep. Turns out schnauzers sleep on average 13 hours a day! Haha - I have the BEST puppy EVER!

So all the names we were considering got chucked out the window when we realized what a sleepy little guy we had, in favor of the name 'Tucker' - in honor of how 'tuckered out' he always is :)

Here are some pictures! Enjoy!

Napping on Cory's head.

Napping on Cory's arm.

Smiling while napping on his back.

Cory watching Sports Center & Tucker (napping, of course).

This was taken shortly before (and after) a nap.


I took him to the vet to make sure all is well, and the vet told me he's healthy!

Welcome home, Tucker :)