hmm...

So to set up the story you need to know that since moving to salt lake its been a while since I've been to church. By a while I mean six months.

Yesterday
Crossing the crosswalk on my way home from the mall I'm seeing tons of girls in dresses. I know that they're on their way to womens confrence and that makes me think, "Hmm...i love womens confrence. Why didn't I try and get tickets?" My next thought was, "Why the heck is this girl waving her arm around." Turns out its my old ward from provo like four years ago.
SO, anyways the leaders happen to have one extra ticket and tell me I'm coming. It was amazing to see the prophet speak. I was so happy I went.
It was amazing to me the odds that i would be twenty feet from my house and run into my old ward. Just a few seconds difference and I would've missed them. I'm thinking I needed to go....

Yes

For the record, I'm attracted to the male gender. See picture.

Choosy Moms Choose JiF

SO, First blogs first. Here I sit my my computer chair at four in the morning waiting for my graveyard operator shift to end so that I may start my 6am front desk shift. I promised Courtney, my cousin, I'd start a blog and what better time? And yes, I already finnished the peanut butter and bananas I brought to well....keep me awake? Cause everyone knows peanuts are basically steriods.
Mostly I'm wrighting this so that I dont get scared thinking about the phone call i got while i'm sitting here all alone where all i heard was some deep breathing. Guess that one wasn't as off as the conversation i had with a guest for about twenty minutes about my feet. Yes sir, I am ticklish. Who even freaking calls a hotel at four in the morning?! Hotels are for sleeping, not for calling. And if you must call dont be boring and ask me for a tooth brush take this chance to try that prank phone call you've wanted to do since you were twelve. Its okay, I cant tell your mom, I dont know who she is.