Monday, June 16, 2008
First of all, I'd like to point out how lame I am being right now. I could have and should have put effort into a nice blog about Scooty-my-love for his 27th birthday, or about my wonderful Daddy for... helloooooo..... FATHER'S DAY! Come on, Laura. I also have plans to post blogs about my birthday at six flags, flying and airplane with Scott, and writing a funny story to some funny pictures Scott and I took on a date. But nooooo.... When I finally get around to blogging, it is only to comment on the ridiculous (and probably completely random) judgements of a blog-reading-level-judgery-thingy (see, I should score a college level right there!). I saw this on my cousin Wendy's blog. This is a woman of great writing talent, whose postings constantly keep me engaged and anxious to read more. Her level according to this source: Junior High.... You have got to be kidding me. See the link to her page on the right to read her follow-up on this. If you understand it at all, come back and see me so I can kick you (I hardly understood half of it...).
So how is it, my dear friends, that this blog has been rated at a high school level? I mean, I do go to college, but really? Higher than Wendy's? I call shinanighans.
Monday, June 9, 2008
If you have ever had the pleasure of a surprise bubbling, you will know the joy of which I speak.
When a messy bottle of liquid dish soap (with excess amounts of dried soap stuck to the outside of the nozzle) gets wet and is then squeezed while standing straight up (so that air comes out before soap), a miraculous thing happens; a surprise bubbling! Itty bitty bubbles go flying all over, and the subject (so long as they are not a complete fool) is left in awe of the sight. It's a glorious encounter that only a few, privilaged dish-doers have the pleasure of experiencing. We pay the price of wrinkled hands for a sight that even the internet cannot capture (I know. I searched for quite some time. No images of accidental or surprise bubblings, no matter how you phrase it...).
I had a surprise bubbling tonight at work, which is lucky, because it was a pretty lousy night of work. Excessively busy, extremely loud... We had a Hawker 800 running their APU for an hour after landing. It made a high-pitched squeal like feedback from a microphone. That noise, powered by one of the largest non-commercial jet engines available, sat 300 feet from me, separated by a piece of plexiglass. I was stuck rather unhappily answering phones and struggling to decipher radio transmissions through the noise. Can we say headache? When a NetJets pilot asked me to wash his dishes, I was ready to break the plates over his head. I took the dishes into the back kitchen with a smile and begrudgingly began to wash. As I reached for the dishsoap, the Hawker shut off the APU, silence kissed my ears, and God decided to pat me on the head with a surprise bubbling when I picked up the half-empty and rather messy bottle of soap.
SPLURT! *Gasp*
"PREEEEEETTY!!!!!! BUBBLLLLLLLLLLLLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Little bubbles everywhere!"
And for a moment, I am happily five years old again. Mine forever. What a fantastic life.
:) The End.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Lady Antebellum (another bad spelling... I'm tired and a bit apathetic at this point). They rocked our socks off. They were my favorite act of the night. They sing "Love Don't Live Here Anymore", a grammatically incorrect song which, if you EVER listen to country, you have probably heard a googol times and know by heart. Still, the female singer was completely thrilled when she realized that the entire crowd knew all the words to her song. She was such a doll, jumping up and down with excitement when we would sing. They're super-talented singers, very laid back and fun onstage.
Super-awesome action. Behold their action-ness.
Again, rocking out. Wow, this is kind of a boring blog. Hey Kelli... "Gee, I really love ya. And we're gonna get married". hehehehe
This is Chase and Alyssa demonstrating how dating is done. Chase looked over at Scott and me in our comfy lazy-boy portable reclining separate chairs, too separate to cuddle, and said "That's not dating! THIS is how dating is done!" and cuddled up with his girlfriend (who, a few weeks later became his fiance). Hey, maybe Scott and I should give that cuddling thing a try! hehehehe.....
Kieth Anderson. He rocked. And by "Rocked" I actually mean "Sucked". He was cocky and annoying and boring. Lady Antebellum was he best by far. Boo hiss on Kieth Anderson.
Scott and me, NOT being a proper, cuddly couple.
Check out my icky nose! weird!
It was a beautiful night, very enjoyable.
This girl was cool. Can't remember her name...
It was pretty packed. We were halfway up.
This is me demonstrating my phenomenal photography technique... Forgot to zoom out.
Alyssa is such a doll...Friday, May 30, 2008
Today, while lounging about at the Haight's home, Karly displayed her natural ability to take charge. The girl may be one of my best friends, but she sure won't let that get in the way of standard procedure.
Kelli was at the table working on her laptop. Adam, Karly, and Scott were all sitting at the counter bar eating lunch. I was enjoying the view in the fish tank, commenting on activity therein, when I noted "That big yellow fish is a real brat!" There was a moment of natural silence. Karly, clearly having thought this through, leaned back in her tall bar chair and said "Laura..."
"Yes?", I replied.
"In our family, it is not ok to say "Brat", she explained in a matter-of-fact way.
All of us struggled to supress giggles, and as we did, I squeaked out a little "I'm sorry, Karly".
More silence and supressed gigges, and then, with every ounce of attitude in her little body, Karly quietly yet directly stated...
"You should be sorry."
Breathless laughter broke out in all of us. She may be only four years old and the only person under the age of 25 in the room, but that will never stop Karly from saying what she thinks.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Gloria, Ashley, and myself after a dance concert.
Santa Cruz Boardwalk beach with some friends from dance.
Yep. I've spent most of my college life hanging upside down.
Ah yes, the yellow orange hair. Lovely. Note the difference between my roots and the dye. What a wonderful time I had growing it back.
suuuunnn buuuuurrrrnnnn from a beach trip. Laura, it's called SPF. Try it.
American College Dance Festival in Sacramento, 2005. Pool at our hotel. Me, Ellie, Gloria. We are mermaids.
Sour faces after a dance concert.
Mommy's artwork. She's so sweet. Made this for me my senior year of high school.
Am I on the beach or the moon?
Last picture I took of my brief life in Tooele. Great place. Great family. Great Friends. Great Sunsets.
American College Dance Festival in Pacifica, 2007
Natural pool by Santa Cruz boardwalk.
Housewarming party, January 2007
I now collect these.
Feet + Sand = glorious
Feet + Lillypads = ew
Ellie loved me despite my peter pan haircut. 
College students' bodies taken over by aliens.
Mom and Dad came to Fresno to visit me and the Haights.
My foot has a halo at yet another beach.
This as just hilarious, and needed to be documented. I'm sure I'll think less of it when I grow up. 
At co-worker Amanda's birthday party.
A huge dive into a natural pool in Yosemite's hidden progressive waterfalls.
Don't be fooled by the sidewaysiness of this photos. I'm a tough biker chick getting ready to ride with my friend.
More upside-downiness in college.
And the boardwalk again.
Cave of super fantastic mystery. My friend, Ellie, is in the background trying to find me.
Remember that sunburn picture? Yeah. This was the cause.
A friendly bear at Six Flags
Oh naval, naval.
These two girls are some of my best friends.
Bugs and I are BFFs.
Yellow-orange hair right after it happened. wow...
Fresno City Touring Ensemble, 2004-5
More beach fun and sun-burning.
Beach hair! I really love it here.
Strike a pose! My roommates and I gear up for a night of complete silliness.
My first day back to dance after a 9-month hiatus due to a dislocated rib.
Dance for Life photoshoot, 2006. Downtown Fresno in the amazing art allies.
My dancers in "Prove it!", 2006
Twisting and shouting on another night of silliness with roommates, 2007
Late night rehearsals with Miss Beth, 2006
Photoshoot again
More dancer friends backstage. Yes mom, that is Julie Holcomb to the left of me. I saw her Sunday in Scott's ward, back from her mission!
Getting pumped to dance!
More from photoshoot.
Choreographer's headshot, 2006
He's pointing, but I don't see anything.
Beth Megill's "A Love Story", Comedic dance. I'm in the center of the trio. I was the soloist in this piece. WAY cute. Took it to San Fran's American College Dance Festival the next year. Great reviews.
Promo shot for "You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown" at Davis High School, 2001. Man, I look young! (Playing Lucy)
Ballet teacher Stephanie Powell inspires me to rise above all obstacles.
I know this is tiny, but we were taking a belly dancing class at America College Dance Festival in Sacramento, 2006. I'm in the center in Red.
haha. I defy sunburns and dance anyway.
"A Love Story" By Miss Beth Megill, Set to three songs by Patsy Kline. Dancers get jitters backstage at merican College Dance Festival, San Fran.
Stephanie Powell's first piece set on Fresno Dancers in 2004. I am far left in back.
Choreographer's headshot, 2005.
