Rain Rain Go Away

Dear Bloggers,

Before I tell you my story for today, I need to precede this blog with some information about myself. I remember outfits that I wore on specific dates. Not like September 17, but like that day we went to the beach and saw that fat man. I remember I was wearing my blue shirt with the ruffles and my black flip flops. Ok, that was a fictional example, but you get the point.

So on to my story.

Lets travel back in time to my first semester at BYU, Fall 2006. I had my World Religions class right after a theatre class. If you know BYU campus at all, this means I had to walk from the HFAC to the JSB, this is all the way across campus, folks. So on this particular day I wore my pink shirt from Nordstrom with puffyish stuff on the shoulders. As I left the HFAC -- I had been in the basement all day and didn't know what was going on outside-- it was POURING. POURING. POURING. So. I went to class. And got drenched. I remember opening up the door to my class, and seeing Vanessa and Matt's faces, they looked at me and then proceeded to laugh. Yup. Laugh. At my pain! haha. I would've laughed too, so I forgive them.

Now lets fast forward to today, March 5, 2010. It was a super sun shiney day in the morning, so I left the house with the same pink shirt on (foreshadowing), and a cardigan over it. I was in the basement of the JFSB in classes all day, so I had no idea the chaos which was ensuing outside. I climb up the stairs and am greeted by SNOW. LOTS and LOTS of snow. Big snow. Not little snow. Big ones. Same shirt. Same sucky Utah weather. I do not forgive the weather.

Moral of the story : I am never wearing that shirt again.

I included a picture of me in said shirt from high school. Yeah, its time to get new clothes.



AND I had vowed never to wear a coat ever again, and it looks like today ruined that for me. Ugh.

HAPPY ONE YEAR BLOGAVERSARY!!!!!!!!

Happy birthday to my dearest blog!!!!!

It has been a long journey, and apparently since I have only blogged 27 times, I give you all the gift of my blog about once every two weeks, which is quite impressive due to my lack of commitment to the blog this summer. Zero in July. ZERO. Sorry July, I will do better this year. Maybe.

One year ago today I titled my blog Sunshine, because it was a super sunshiney day and I hadn't seen the sun in a loooong time (MUCH different than today has turned out to be, curse you snow!) Little did I know, "Sunshine" was the name of my blog forever. I just thought it was a name of a post or something, I guess. But, the name stuck and I am happy with it. And as a side note, my cousins wife has a blog called "Glenn Family Sunshine" so apparently the Glenn's like the sunshine.

My blog hasn't been through much this year, it used to be pink, and once I made a quiz. I started out with just a few friends and now I have 16!!! That's a lot! Granted, some are not as avid bloggers as the rest, but still. I am proud of that. I have put a picture on every blog, or at least a video. Maybe at times I've been a little picture happy. But I am not about to stop now. Haha.

My first blog post consisted of things about me, so I will recreate that just as an update for y'all.

I am 21 years old and I am not sure about the color of my hair. I guess its dirty blonde.
I still have a severe blonde complex, and without being blonde you will never understand.
I love to smile, smiling's my favorite!
I like to color, especially in the shower.
I love to sing, but I am not good, so don't expect anything.
I love to make pizza.
I love to rhyme, all the time.
My favorite books are "Gone With the Wind" and "Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close".
I love Heath Ledger.
I love Dallas Clayton. (Thanks to Carolyn for him, and for this too)

Alright...so not too much has changed. I deliberately modified some just so it would seem like things have changed. Yikes. Alright, I guess I am the same person I was a year ago. Digest that readers.

Happy Birthday Blog and Take Care!!!

Your MOM

This post is dedicated to Vanessa's Mom. Seriously.




Well, not seriously. That was a joke. Sorry Vanessa, I know how great she is and all but....what I really want to talk about is frozen yogurt. Yes, if you do not happen to live in the Utah Valley, you might not realize the phenomena that frozen yogurt has become (but I seriously doubt this). Just to give you a taste of the insanity, I will now list all of the frozen yogurt places in Provo I can name off the top of my head:

1. Fro Yo
2. Red Mango
3. Spoon Me
4. Hello Yogurt
5. Spoon It Up
6. Sub Zero
7. Yo Zone
8. TCBY
9. Fusion Yogurt
10. Hogi Yogi
11. Frogurt
12. Yogurt Stop
13. Big's Frozen Yogurt
14. Yoasis
15. Yogurt Bliss
16. Luna Berry

And countless others. Ok, so I could only name like 10 of those, and I cheated and googled frozen yogurt in provo. But STILL. When will the madness stop??? Don't get me wrong, Frozen Yogurt has its moments, but does it need this many moments??? I'm just sayin.

Here is your moment of zen for today:



Yes, that is Hugh Hefner and yes, we are in bed with him.

Dreams

Last night I had a dream. It was freaky/weird. Let me tell you about it. But first let me give you some background information.

1. I make fun of my sister Erin for being afraid of whales
2. I am reading Moby Dick
3. I am researching opium for a paper

So, first I am in a church building, and there are lots of people there, no one I know, but I am friends with everyone. We have split up into two teams and are playing some sort of competitive game. I run away into an empty room and start planting opium. This is NOT part of the game. They grow surprisingly fast. I take some, and think, I shouldn't be eating this, but I do. I feel WEIRD, like WEIRD. Some people find me in the room, and they are from the other team so I serenade one of the boys by sitting on his lap and rubbing his head. It works. I develop a crush on said boy.

All of a sudden I am on a boat. There are a few stories and I am working at a store that IS the boat. There is a huge hole in one of the stories and its freaky. I go downstairs after taking care of some people upstairs, and I wonder where is that boy I serenaded? He was cute and had a beardy. Then I talk to the manager, who is my friend and Captain Ahab's wife. Ahab is standing next to us when we hear from an unidentified person "Your husband is gone!" Well...we turn around and he IS gone. All of a sudden the boat starts jostling around and I say, This is where I stopped the movie last time. (But it wasn't a movie, it was a dream) Then we are all on deck and my serenaded beardy man is eaten :( by Moby Dick, who is FREAKY. He jostles our boat, and then leaves and then comes back and almost eats us. A lot of times. Then, the boat is a rockin and you know what that means? Yup, I fall into the water. Moby Dick is coming toward me, I am freaking, like I am going to die. Then all of a sudden, the second before I am eaten he turns into one of the amoeba people from Little Mermaid. You know the people Ursula sucks the soul out of? Moby Dick is now one of them, and I am saved! I get back on the boat. The End.

Now, I am definitely scared of whales.

And if the boy in my dream looked anything like him, I would like to go back and change my dream, so he would still be alive.


PS I forgot to post a tribute on his 2 year anniversary on the 22nd :(

Oldies but Goodies

I love used books. The reasons are obvious, you get to see what others highlighted or underlined, oft times you get some old notes, or long forgotten receipts. But if you're really lucky you get to read their marginal writing (writing in the margins, not writing that is marginal). I buy most of my school books on Amazon, thus I have encountered some good stuff. I recently bought a book called "We: Understanding the Psychology of Romantic Love" for my Literature and Film class, which first of all, is a fantastic book, and just a little bit of a prelude for what it contains, it is listed as a self-help book. Now for the fun part. In the front cover it says:

"To my fair son, Owen, in his fourtieth year ~ so the wisdom of 'true love' shall be his.
January, 2000
with much 'true love', Mom" (there is a flourish after "Mom")

I wish I knew these people, I want to know what happened to Owen to cause his mom to give him this. Was he divorced? Unlucky in love? Or was his mom just crazy? Now that Owen is 50, (and never read this book by the looks of it) where is he? Did his mom ever ask how he liked this book, only to have him awkwardly lie?

A few summers ago I found a book at home which belonged to a "Glen N. Petersen" Which is funny, if you consider my last name is Glenn, and my best friend's last name is Petersen.

Now I have my moms old copy of Jane Eyre, "Donna Lallatin" is in the front cover, and it is astonishing how little her handwriting has changed in over 30 years. And also sad, because I was hoping my handwriting would mature as I did. Not likely I guess.

After reading "The Crying of Lot 49", in which the main character sees the recurring symbol of the Trystero --

I bought a used book with the Trystero symbol in the front cover. Needless to say, I was shocked and delighted. Now I resolve to draw the Trystero in every book I sell.

Anyways, I just love having glimpses into other people's lives.

Christmas!!!

This Christmas I went home and had a blast! So here are my favorite stories from my vacation...

The first Sunday home we had a Christmas fireside in the Young Single Adult Ward. I didn't really want to go because I thought it would be in the chapel and it would be all serious. But I went and it turned out to be in the cultural hall and it was riot. We all got programs, which included a few "surprise" items from people. After a few funny numbers, a couple of girls get up and sang "What child is this". After them, two more girls get up and sing a different version of "what child is this". After them two boys got up and sang a folksy version of "what child is this". Needless to say by the end of the night, we all knew what child that was.

Christmas Eve we have a family tradition to go out and look at Christmas lights. As we were out and about all around town we remembered that we were having the missionaries over the next morning for breakfast and games, and we decided to get them presents. So we hopped over to our local 99 cent store (we only buy super classy presents) and my dad, Erin and Lauren got out to find them stuff. They came back a while later with stuff for the missionaries and a Jonas Brothers calendar (for Lauren). She was very proud of herself because there was a sticker on it that said it was originally ten dollars, so she got a good deal. My mom was kind of upset and I didn't think anything of it. When we got home my mom pulled me aside to tell me that she bought Lauren the EXACT same Jonas Brothers calendar. For 10 dollars. A long time ago, and she didn't know where the receipt was. So Christmas morning, Lauren opened it up, and we all had a good laugh. I'm not sure if either were ever returned.

The next story is also about Lauren, but it doesn't mean I love her any less. She was planning on crocheting my mom two scarves for Christmas, my mom had even picked out the yarn for them. So Lauren kept on telling me she was getting around to it, but she hadn't started yet. Christmas morning came and I forgot all about it. Traditionally, we open our Santa presents first, then gifts from Lauren, me, Erin, Molli, etc starting with the youngest going up. So its time for us to find Laurens gifts, when she bolts upstairs and tells us all to wait for her. So we're talking, thinking that she just forgot to wrap something. She comes back downstairs with a box and hands it to my mom. My mom then opens it and its a piece of paper which says "Good for two scarves." We laughed for a LONG time after that, which made it by far my favorite moment over the break.

This one is also about Lauren..shes just very entertaining :) All my sisters and I were sitting around talking, and Molli asked if we thought of Lego (our dog) as our brother. And Lauren says, in a very serious voice that reminds me of the Lion King, "No....he is my son"

Other highlights from the break:
Playing Uno Flash with the elders, our cousins, our aunts and uncles, friends, friends of friends, close family, and just about every body.
We got a "just dance" game for the Wii which is the funnest thing since blogging.
Gingerbread House making contest.
Visiting Mount Diablo and being above the clouds. And seeing the pacific ocean.
Going to my grandparents house on Christmas and seeing all of my funny family!


Us with the Elders on Christmas. Pfaffroth(Pfaffy) and Hortman.


Gingerbread Houses!

Observations

Remember the 1968 Franco Zeffirelli movie version of "Romeo and Juliet", the one regularly watched in high schools with Romeos bare butt and a little more of Juliet, if you know what I mean? Well its hard to miss the fact that Romeo (Leonard Whiting) looks an AWFUL lot like Zac Efron. See below.





Now the most interesting part of this whole observation is what Romeo looks like now. Well actually, this photo was taken in 1995, so a mere 30 years later. Imagine what he looks like now!



If only the population knew what Zac would look like in 40 years, we would all let Vanessa have him (if she still wanted him) and girls everywhere would cry tears of pain and sorrow.