A short apology

I am truly sorry I did not hold up to my goal. I said I would post everyday. Whoops.
After my innovation I wanted to be sure I had something to write about. Unfortunately over the past couple of weeks I have been so busy that I didn't have time to post about some of the movies I was able to squeeze in.
I will try to get a couple more in before I leave in a couple weeks. After I do leave, I am not sure if I will have this blog updated weekly with emails (Most likely courtesy of Chelsey Powell) or if I will just leave it with my scheduled posts. Whatever does happened you can depend upon a post at least once a month. I scheduled most of them smack dab in the middle of the month so keep your eyes open.

Justification

So I decided that I wanted to go home for the weekend. I took my computer with me and I swear I packed my charger. But you know sometimes my memory undermines my word... :{ So I had no way of living up to my goal. It is still on the table though.

Today I am just going to share my stupid moment of the day. I set up to numb the patient today with Lidocaine. While in the treatment, Doc decided he wanted Septocaine instead. I had already unsheathed the needle and did not think to put it back. I began taking it apart but I was struggling. It finally gave and my hands flew uncontrollably and I stabbed myself. It was only in my finger but I felt real sheepish. I bled. My finger reached sausage size and went numb for a couple hours.

I have the bruise to prove it.

Jesus Still Loves Me

So yesterday I went into the testing center to take a New Testament Midterm.

I got to the desk and realized I had forgotten my bible (open scripture test)*.
Once they give you that paper you can't exactly say, "Oh I'm sorry sir, I can't actually accept this. Go into the computer and change my status back to 'Hasn't taken test' please."
Nope there was a long line behind me and I would probably get laughed at.
It was going to be interesting couple of hours.

After I had turned in my bubble sheet I walked down the stairs to the score monitor.

58%

The minute I saw the score my mind flashed to this post.
Honestly I was really disappointed but I did brush it off.
I did my best. Didn't matter that I bombed it. Jesus still loves me.


*Forgetting my scriptures wasn't my only problem. I'm not going to be reanalyzing my study methods.

It's about time

Well I've decided that I should post again soon so that you don't loose too much interest...

Today I just plan on leaving you with some wise words. Some are not my own.

So a couple weeks back I tried to temporarily dye my hair dark brown but with my blonde underneath it just kind of looked green... Gross. Then I washed it once and the color washed a couple shades lighter. Of brown green. Not exactly what I expected.
I was furious with the Lady I had dye it. She is the sweetest lady but also very opinionated. So whenever I go to get my hair done I end up walking out with more of what she wants on my hair than what I want. The only reason I continue to go to her is because I get an awesome deal. Not having tons of money to throw around this gives me the definite incentive to return.
After this time around I have decided that I will not be returning to have her dye my hair. Maybe for trims but not for color.
I was so angry after I washed my hair that I went out and bought a box color (I know they are really unhealthy for your hair but I was desperate and irate) so that I could do it myself.
I got all the materials I needed, minus the gloves. I didn't think it would be too bad.

Wrong.

When I was all finished my hair was beautiful... my hands? Not so much. They were almost black. I spent the next 24 hours scrubbing my hands with baking soda, lemon juice, and dish soap. It worked but it was a long process.

If you ever buy box color make sure gloves are included or go buy some.



My next words of wisdom is directed more toward the romantics.
         There is a man that I love. His name is Josh Turner. Beautiful face. Beautiful deep singing voice.  And also quite a few years older than I. But I like to imagine that one day I'll marry him.
Anyway I was listening to Pandora today and his song was on. Of course I start paying attention to the lyrics. They were adorably cute. All men should take the song as advice. I guess ladies can too and just swap the roles of the song... Anyway.

Some men dream of crossing oceans

Some men dream one day to fly

Spend their whole lives out there floating on the water and the sky

Some men dream of building fortunes

Some men dream of having fame

Nothing else is more important then making money and a name

but, in my dreams I see a little sky blue house

beside a small stream.

A front porch, a screen door,

The sound of bare feet running and cartoons.

In my dreams, your dreams come true.

I come find you in your garden

Pulling weeds between the rows

Trade a kiss for a glass of water

Sit and watch what love can grow

 In my dreams I see a little sky blue house

beside a small stream.

A front porch, a screen door,

The sound of bare feet running and cartoons.

In my dreams, your dreams come true.

In my dreams, your dreams are the only things that really matter to me

When you smile, I smile

What makes you happy, makes me happy too

In my dreams your dreams come true

Lately

I've been trying to spend less time sitting in front of my computer wasting time. Result? I don't blog for a week and a half.

Well pretty much this last week I have been tired. I've been in such a bouncy mood. But still tired. 

Yesterday I almost fell asleep while getting my planters warts worked on.

I turned my alarm clock off and slept until 3:53. A.M. Just a reminder, I have to be to work at 4. Ya, problem. I was only about thirty minutes late. 

Then at about 2:00 today I decided it was time for a nap. I konked on one of the Richard's building benches and I woke up to find I had drooled on my backpack... Yummy. 

On a more lady-like note, I've started putting make-up on again. Mainly because I want to quit looking like a sweaty, disgusting mess when I get to a certain dance class, where, I get to dance and flirt with a certain cute boy.

On the dating spectrum, I have two friends who are setting me up on blind dates. That should be lots of fun. I am going to have to try not to say anything stupid or awkward... Unfortunately I'm really good at it.

I also got a letter in the mail from Natalie:} I was really super excited! She loves me.

And that is pretty much it. Have a wonderful week.

Crash.

Like I have said in the past, I ride a bike named Goose.

Well today He and I had an adventure.

We were riding along when I accidently drove off the rode into the gutter.

Usually this isn't really a problem... but it's been raining today.

Let's just say I flew forward and got very dirty.

Oh and I should mention I had like 15 eye witnesses.

Apartment 13

Well it's official. I moved in yesterday with the help of Chelsey and now for the first time tonight I get to sleep in my new bed. I'm pretty excited.

So I'm the only one here at the moment. All of my roommates are still off on holiday. but I've had so much fun already.     Moving all my crap.     Debating wether or not my roommate would kill me if I took down her pretty cool Zelda poster (It's above my bed).     Trying to figure out where to fit all my stuff.    Spilling Eden's rice all over the floor. Searching for the broom (there isn't one).     Deciding that I can't be scared of what my roommates will think, I'm putting my food in the cupboards that look fairly empty.

Compared to these girls, I have food storage. I have a whole shelf dedicated to cans. When I looked into their spice cupboard, I came to the conclusion that my plethora of spices would not fit in there with them.

AND it's a miracle that I'm even posting now. I decided to take a break because all I have left now is my dinner ware. So what better thing to do than to set up your internet. Well my manager had sent me an email telling me how but you know you really can't check your email if you don't have the password to the internet... Whoops. I had to brave going out into the cold in my pj's to get to know my neighbors. But here we are. I survived.


Love. Trina.

Domesticity

Christmas break is truly a wonderful thing.   No homework to worry about.    Wassle.    Family.    Christmas lights.      Free time to do something.     Or absolutely nothing.     Snow*.       Sledding.      Temple Square.            Gifts.       Silly pranks.    

Break? Fantastic.

I think this years theme for my break was Work and Domesticity.

If you work on campus, you would think that you get off when there isn't any school.

False.  

Besides the the Friday and Monday before and After the two holidays of break, I have rolled out of bed to be to work by 4 AM. 

I've been working extra hours so that this Friday I'll have a decent number on my next paycheck.  The last one was a bit pitiful. 

But you know I'm not complaining. I'm making good money for this job and every Thursday we feast on Egg nog and donuts during break.  Southern Comfort. So yummy.

Last week I went shopping with my mother and one of the stores we stopped at was Robert's. This store has sentimental value to me, but unfortunately, Hobby Lobby has stolen business and now Robert's is closing. Fortunately. Everything is discounted.

When we walked in Mom said, "Now if there was ever a creative project you wanted to make, now is the time to do it."

So I did.

I went to the jewelry isle and bought the materials to make a necklace that I've been trying to imitate with things I've found around the house. It's never worked. So I was very excited. I then bought some fuzzy Burgundy yarn. Along my way I found decoratable headbands and bought those too. 

So far I've made my necklace, a bracelet with extra material, a hat with a wonderful pom pom on top for my sister in law, an earwarmer headband(out of yarn) for Natalie while she is on her mission, and 4 head bands. (The coloring is off but you can see the design.)

 Folded Fabric Flower
Made for Natalie

 Braided

Burgundy Felt flower
Also made for Natalie

Buttons

I like the top three best. I made the button one first but it's still cute.

I also figured out how to make a fabric headband, no plastic. 

On the cooking ground I made waffle's, assisted with bread, and for the very first time, pesto as a colour/spice for pasta. I didn't exactly know what pesto was, so I doubled the recipe because I didn't the original made enough to cover the pasta I was making. Let's just say when I mixed in the pesto, we had some pasta that would clear your sinuses. No fear! After some rinsing it was delicious.

I learned a new important fact to remember for when I have appliances of my own. If you ever use gas to get oil off your driveway, throw the rag you use away! If put in a washer to clean it, the gasoline in the rag will eat away at the rubber in the washer.

I'm not sure what to do about clothes... Wash it by hand? It would be super unfortunate to have to throw away clothes because of an accidental spill. People like me... always wear crappy clothes when handling gasoline. Just in case.

Well this Christmas there was a little extra spice added... PRANKS. We were sitting around with nothing to do the the two weekends ago and we decided to pull a funny on my father Christmas morning. We decided that it would have to involve putting cellophane across my dad's bedroom door and then pouring some sort of messy material in between the door and the plastic. When he woke up and came out for presents... SURPRISE!
Packing Peanuts?      Shredded paper?      Popcorn?
We picked the one at our easiest disposal. Shredded paper. It's so simple to make.

Christmas afternoon rolled around and I realized that we hadn't done anything! I was so upset. I learned my siblings didn't want to wake up super early to do it so it would be happening while he was in for his Sunday nap.
We got it all up and then decided that video footage was necessary.
It was the best.
Video later to come.

Well have a happy rest of the holidays!

*There wasn't any this year though:(

Blood drive.

I've always felt obligated to make an effort to donate.

They say that they always need more donations.

So of course, despite the fact that whenever I get a shot, my adrenaline makes me feel like punching whoever is holding the needle, I convince myself I should do it.

I've only actually succeeded in getting in the chair once.

One time I was too light.

All the other times, I wasn't allowed because my mom or play director said I couldn't.

Well yesterday there were signs everywhere.

So I went.

I went in that room very confident with myself.

A poke in the finger.

Two stabs in the arms.

Only 3/4 of a pint of blood.

And

A great passing out story later

I walked out of there with a very full pack of snacks, completely mortified.




I don't think I'm ever going to try again.

A Birthday.

Not everyone appreciates the reminder that one more year has passed, but I'm okay with it. For now. 

There is just so much to look forward to on Birthdays, I don't see why I wouldn't love them. I get calls from my siblings and we just talk about life. I get to pick what we get to eat for dinner and not have to prepare it. I get the feeling of being extra special.  It's one year closer to the rest of my life. I love the excitement of not knowing what is going to happen in the next year.

I can't say the the thought of getting older doesn't scare me. It does. I have a body right now and I love the  blessing it is. But how long am I going to be able to dance, run, hike or just go from day to day with the ease that I do now? What about my mind? I am a forgetful person as it is, what is going to happen when I get older?

It might be scary but it's alright because I will make the most of it. I heard that as we get older our bad traits become worse, so I am going to try my best right now to be the person I want to be when I am old. My memory might get lots worse but it's okay because I WILL remember that I'm alive and I have a body. So long as I can keep that thought alive in my mind, life is wonderful.


Every year my birthday has been different. One year when I was little my parents told me that I wasn't going to have a party that year and of course I believed them. Even when my sister asked me who I would invite if I were to have a party. I did get a party that year. For my sixteenth birthday I thought a surprise party would be the best. How I celebrated was the best but definitely not what I had in mind. Chelsey picked me up then we bought dinner at Wendy's and a Kong Kone at Macey's. For my eighteenth birthday, I would have never guessed that I would be running around Disneyland with my best friends.

I enjoyed this year's as much as any other. I slept in and then had some fantastic pancakes. I chuckled as I opened the gift Grandma gave me. You know your grandma loves you when she gives you a flashlight. I will make sure that I use it a lot in the future. After that Nat and I went to Costco for my ward calling. It was just the time they had all the free samples out... We headed home to put away our groceries but Eugene ran out of gas. That was an adventure. Natalie then took me to campus for a self defense class and we kinda just wandered around campus. We didn't take any stairs and rode all the elevators sitting down. So much fun.

What would a birthday be without a dance performance? While we were on campus, we decided to stop and watch the daCi day of dance performance. I love watching children dance. I then had the rest of the afternoon to study and get ready for my dinner date.

I was actually surprised when my friend said he wanted to take me out for dinner. I've never had a guy take me out for my birthday before but who would deny dinner with a friend. And I got to pick where we went. I chose mexican.

I think my talent for putting myself in embarrassing situations is really incredible. I hadn't eaten too much during the day because I was so looking forward to dinner. By the time we made it to the restaurant I was shaking. I don't know why it happens or what exactly triggers it but I would say it's kinda like hypoglycemia. I think he might have thought I was super nervous. While eating I spilled food on the table and I dropped my fork on the floor. Thankfully I didn't get any on myself. I also said some things that I didn't realize could be awkward till after I said them, but he was such a gentleman he just shrugged it off. It was a dinner full of opportunity to be embarrassed but I never felt embarrassed. This was momentous.

Anyway Kirk said that he was going to tell them to sing to me for my birthday and I threatened him not to. I thought I had won when he never said anything to our waiter. Just as I was finishing my smothered burrito, a group of waiters came in making lots of noise carrying the treat I would get if I endured this well. At that second I remembered Kirk had called that morning. They sang. Clapped. Kirk smiled, proud of his discreteness. And I turned red. But the fried ice cream was totally worth it.


When I got home, Natalie demanded I watch the movie she had just finished. It was a chick flick. The accidental husband. Really tender. Watch it.

As I lied in bed, I thought about what I had done for my birthday and decided that it was a wonderful day.

Today's happened list.

8:00  Realize that perhaps no plates or napkins were planned for.

9:00  Confirmed.

1:00  Vent to the poor soul who asked me how I was. 

2:00  Write myself a page full of positive motivational notes.

3:00  Tell people to bring plates. 

3:20-3:30  Stand in front of the donuts trying to figure out how many to buy and which kind. 

4:30  Realize that we were actually organized and did plan for plates and napkins. Get slightly dramatic and fall to the floor in the fetal position.

5:00  Eat a light snack and watch the set-up crew put the tables and chairs up wrong.

6:00  Start freaking out because materials for the balloon arches still haven't arrived.

6:50  Get really excited because everything looks fantastic.

7:00  Freak out again because the only thing that is on the food tables is pizza... 

7:20  The food table is full.

7:40  Watch the games start off terribly at first then take a 180* turn.

8:15  Tell everyone they can now go home.

8:20  Clean up and be happy it worked out. Try to convince body to stop stressing.

11:00  Decide that this weekend there will be personal celebration.

Life is funny that way.

STORY:

Time: Summer 2011

My sister is the owner of an awesome, cheap scooter, that is bright red. She named it Eugene.  It really is a fantastic scooter. But I think I'm too klutzy to be around it.

Anyway. I had put some things in the seat so that I wouldn't have to carry them. 

We had arrived home so of course I went to get whatever it was out of the seat. 

Well on Eugene's  right side, there is a huge exhaust pipe. And I got too close. Oops.

It was super painful. 

Time: Fall 2011

We had just arrived home from church. Obviously wearing a skirt, my leg was kinda stuck to 

Eugene's leather seat. I struggled while dismounting to get myself unstuck but in the process

I stepped closer than I usually did. 

The back of my leg slid right down the exhaust pipe. 

Oops.

You think I would have learned my lesson but of course I didn't. 

I have now.

Eugene is like a horse. You should ALWAYS approach him from his left side.

The End.

Great things of my day:

• I slept in 40 minutes today. But I did go to bed last night at one.
• Kathleen Seffield is one of the most incredible women I know. She knows just how to help somebody forget about their stresses.
• I scored the highest I ever have on a college exam today. 
• I laughed for 10 minutes straight.
• My sister and I were discussing shopping for feminine supplies today in the parking garage. We realized that a fellow scooter driver (man) overheard our whole conversation. 
• Mr. Book of Mormon and I had a discussion about our corduroy TOMS. Well mine are knock-off brand but that's alright.
• (Not today) I received a letter in the mail on Saturday.

They just keep happening...

Well Today I went to work. Just like every Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday.

I pull up to the door and put the cute little brown and pink, polk-a-dotted, key into the keyhole.

I turn it and try to take it out.

BUT

It would not come out. 

I tried for a good 15 minutes. 

 It was stuck.

My first thought was that somebody had messed with the keyhole. 

There must have some crazy plot afoot to steal all the laughing gas.

Not knowing what to do, I called up my dad to see what he thought I should do.

And then he blamed me for it.

So I kind of got a bit upset and started crying. 

Since there was nothing more I could do, I left the key in the door and went to do my job.

As I passed the door while vacuuming, and decided to try again. 

I wiggled and jiggled it but it still wasn't coming

Guh! So frustrated.

I then decided to turn it 180 degrees and try again. 

IT CAME OUT!!!

I was so excited. But then I realized...

The only reason I couldn't get it out was because it was upside down.

Well I feel super dumb.

It's 10:16. So I'm going to type fast so that I don't go too far past my goal.

So today I had another whoops moment. Well longer than a moment. Like an hour.

After Orientation to Dance {A class that tries to produce thinking dancers out of us all.} I rushed to get back into my my very blue outfit. Navy blue Philsbury doughboy shirt and dark capri's, with my red highlight of corduroy Tom imitations. When I threw it into my bag it looked cute. {I don't go to school ready.} Oh and it doesn't help that the bag that I carry all my dance clothes.shoes.deoderant. is navy blue.

Anyway. I was rushing. I ran up those killer stairs that give you a tooshie workout every time you summit them. I then sped walked to my next class. American Heritage.

I walked in a little confused as to why it seemed more full than usual but quickly dismissed it as the professor was beginning the lecture.

I sat through the whole hour of learning about economics and watching my professor pawn a box of Kripy Kreme donuts off for 20 bucks. Rip off.

Anyway after class ended I headed to my next class. Family history. When I walked in it wasn't my class. I was super confused. I decided to pull out my planner to double check my schedule. I realized that I had American Heritage at one. Which was right then. I had totally forgotten about Book of Mormon. Which was at noon.

So with an hour to kill, I decided to go back to the class I was really supposed to be in. I figured it wouldn't hurt to make sure that I knew everything discussed. So I spent another hour listening to a lecture about economics, but this time my professor got 30 bucks for his dozen donuts! He almost sold them for 50 euro. Not too sure what the exchange rate is, but I know it's a lot of money. But 30 was not the most he had sold it for. In his 11:00 lecture he got 40 dollars for them.

That is a super expensive box of donuts.

Today it was juice

A few of my imperfections. It's really a problem.

AWKWARD: Yesterday I ran into one of my ex-boyfriend's father. I promise it gets worse. He could not remember my name. After talking for a while it seemed like he was going to shake my hand but I wasn't sure but I went for it. I stuck my hand out just to find that I was very mistaken. Hawk-ward.

CLUMSY: Today it was juice. I love Apple Juice. Definitely not as much as one of my True Badgers best friend, who marks the container with a sharpie every time she takes a drink, but I'm a fan. Today I poured myself a cup and I set it down to say prayers with grandma. When I came back for it, instead of picking it up, I knocked it over. It spilled onto the marble table and then it ran right off onto the cute old-lady rug.

INARTICULATE: I just am. Today I was talking to a boy in Book of Mormon and I told him that my bottle cap necklace was for my last name. Which was H. He was very confused. I was confused as to why he was confused, until he restated what I had said. Another time I said people oppress memories. Instead of suppress memories. I didn't know the difference.

DISTRACTED: I am constantly watching things that are going on around me or thinking about more than one thing. Very often I will be having a conversation with somebody about something awesomely deep when I will interrupt with a comment about what a person who just walked passed me was wearing. 

Or when there is a television on in the room, my eyes become glued to it. It does not matter what is on. I've had it happen with that silly toddler show with colorful ball people that just float around and have the ability to retract their heads like turtles.

Basketti

So I don't know how many of you who know me know that I am a Major klutz... It is a big enough problem that my father has even labeled me as having a "Destructive Nature". As if I intentionally try to break things in spite of the world. 

Anyway, the latest incident wasn't really me breaking anything. So that's a good thing but it was still an incident nonetheless.

My grandma was looking in the fridge and pulled out a container of spaghetti sauce that had been sitting in there for quite some time. Informing her that it that belonged to Natalie and I she asked if it had gone bad (She sometimes has a hard time seeing/smelling mold).  I opened it and saw that it had in fact become moldy. Grandma handed it to me and as I was trying to get the tupperware to the sink, I fumbled and it fell to the ground.
Unfortunately, I hadn't put the lid back on so it spilled down the front of me and onto the floor. I was wearing one of my favorite Sunday outfits... It is now sitting in a sink of cold water.

*****FYI*****
Cold water works miracles on stainful things, esp. red stuff. Unless it's ink, then you use hairspray.

You would think that I absolutely hate this attribute/tendency/ailment, whatever you want to call it, but it has taught me some important things. 

1. Domestic tricks of removing stains.
2. Accidents happen.
3. Patience and understanding when they do happen.