Memory Monday

Its Monday again. Who keeps letting that happen? Mondays are rude for the most part. They make me wake up early. I don’t love that. What I do love though is Memory Monday. That happens to be what this post is. Another Memory Monday! Aren’t you so lucky! You get to hear another memory that proves that I should be in a nut house!

I have been thinking about what I could write about. I have talked about several random things. What I have decided is that I am going to start picking pictures and then telling the story as to why we took it.

At the bottom of this post you will see pictures of Me and of Dedra with spoons on our faces. We were showing off how talented we are. These were talked while Dedra was living in Kansas.

I believe that these were taken at maybe 1am.

Dedra and I had been up sewing, playing, eating junk food, playing Chicken to Ride and having so much fun!

We were goofing around and we started to stick spoons to our faces. Dedra and I were able to get the spoons to stick to our cheeks and chins. We were able to get them to stick on our noses. We then got out tape and tried to stick them to out eyebrows. The silliness went on.

Dedra and I made blankets that were pictures of all the fun things we did on this trip. We went to Liberty Jail, we saw WICKED, we ate at the Melting Pot, we went to the Temple Lot, We had ice cream at Broms (sp), and meny more things. It was such a fun trip! Dedra even had Snow White living in her ward. She was the RS president. I saw her house. It was pretty much amazing.

That was such a fun trip! I loved Kansas mucho. It was a party!

***Side Note***
This was also the trip that I met my friend Jessica! Dedra and I had lunch with her at Pizza Hut. I drank Jessica’s water and I also smushed her chips. Haha! I am special. It was really fun. I heart Jessica Mucho! She is fun.

So this started out as Spoons on the face and then ended as my trip to Kansas that year… I’m good at this game.

Memory Monday... Yeah

So it’s Monday. That means it’s Memory Monday! I’ve decided to start blogging again. It’s been a while. So, to get back into the swing of things I have decided to write about how I got my blog.

Dedra was living in Kansas at the time. She wanted to do something on her blog so we went to the Funeral Home to pilfer internet. :) After a rousing game of Hide and Seek in the casket room we got down to business!

Dedra posted things on her blog. She told me all the cool kids had blogs and that I should join the club. After a minute or two of me wanting to be lame I decided to join the cool kid club.

“Hold on, Dream away. You’re my Sweet Charade.” Are lyrics to a Goo Goo Dolls song. That is where my blog title came from.

Dedra helped me set things up. It was very nice of her. She’s didn’t stink that day.

Thus began my on again off again relationship with my blog. There have been funny stories, pointless posts and lots of typos. All in all it has been an interesting adventure. I am glad we created said blog.

I want you to know that I just wasted 3 minutes of your time by you reading this. Thank you for those 3 minutes.

Memory Monday - The Thursday Edition.

I thought that I would break from the normal and post about something other than Spencer. Knowing me this post will somehow end up talking about him. He’s my favorite. Haha.

I was reading the labels that I have for my posts. I haven’t done a Memory Monday in what seems like forever. I also haven’t done a Good Idea Bad Idea in a while. I’s a lame blogger.

Here is a Memory Monday, Thursday edition

I have been thinking about what would be fun to write about. I came up with something that always made me complain as a kid but looking back now it’s something that now a lot of kids did.

I don’t really know if we did it for the post office or for my Dad’s office or what but we did the bulk mailings. We sorted the papers, stuffed the envelopes, labeled everything and sent them out. I remember one time in like second grade that my teacher asked me where I got all the cuts on my hands. I told her we sent out a lot of letters and I just wasn’t being careful.

It seemed to me that we did them all the time. I was little and we probably didn’t do them as often as I thought we did.

I know that when we would be doing them we weren’t allowed to go to bed until we were done. We had to get all the work done before bed. It was like that when we did the candy too.

***Side Note***
There was one time when we were getting up to make the candy everyone was in the living room. Dedra had turned the song 9-5 by Dolly Parton on really loud. She then comes strutting down the hall singing it. It made me very happy. Every time I hear that song. I always thing of the candy. Haha.
***Side Note Over***

There was one time that our power kept flickering. All the kids were praying that the power would go out because we couldn’t finish in the dark. The lights would go off and then Garen would lay to his side. As soon as Garen laid down the lights came back on. We were devastated. The lights when off again. Garen Laid down again. The lights came on again. This happened maybe 4 or 5 times. We kept telling Garen to stop laying down! Mom got so fed up with us that she sent us to bed. It was great. Haha

I have been doing what seems like endless paperwork at work the last couple of weeks. It reminded me of the bulk mailings. I Have learned to be careful now. I don’t have paper cuts like I did as a kid. Haha

That is my Memory Monday, Thursday Edition.

Memory Monday - Supercuts

I miss Supercuts. I hearted it.

Ricky, a lady I worked with at Supercuts, always wanted to have Olive Garden for lunch. We would order out and then someone would pick it up. It was so fun when we did that. There was one time that she said my name to get my attention Anne then thwacked my forehead with a bread stick. Haha
Another time when we were cleaning up she said "look what I can do!" and jumped like Stuart on mad tv. She accidentally kicked the door that bounced back and hit her in the butt. That pushed her into the desk and knocked over the trash can. It was by far the funniest thing I'd ever seen in my life up to that point.

Lacy, a CSR at Supercuts, and I were closing the night before we were getting our floors waxed. We had to sweep and mop because depending on the team that would come, that wouldn't get done and our floors around still be gross.
We had everything moved and off the floor. We were going to mop when Lacy sprayed me with the water bottle. This started a water war! Water bottles were used. I went to the sink and sprayed her with the hose! It was so fun! We were soaked but the floors were cleaned! Hahaha

Renee came in one time on her day off around 8:45pm. We were getting ready to close. He was drunk off her butt and was going to cut her boyfriend's hair...

Amy would come to work high after lunch. She always cut hair better after lunch... Funny how that works.

I was the only one that didn't smoke that worked there. Every other haircut it seemed they would go out for a smoke break. So I decided I was going to do that also. I would go stand outside for about 5 minutes ever other haircut. When they asked me what I was going I would say "i'm taking my smoke break" I loved hearing "Gina, you don't smoke." i would tell them how annoying it was for them to leave every 20 minutes for a break. That if yet wanted to smoke then do it on lunch and on the 2 breaks they get for working and 8 hour shift!

Most of my clients were kids under the age of 10, old people that were in their 70's or gays. It was a party.

Memory Monday - Christmas

Monday.... It's been a while...

So this memory Monday is going to be about Christmas.
Christmas was a big deal at our house. We didn't do birthdays. 
Mom would shop all year for Christmas. 

We open presents youngest to oldest. So Kyle and I would open together, Adam and Garen, Dedra and Heather, Ryan and Wendi, Mom and Dad. We had out spots in te living room. And on Christmas eve mom would tack a sheet up over the hall way so we couldn't peek. The we would all try to sleep with our head poking out of our doorways. There were many times Mom would give us a sleeping pill or tea to help us sleep. Haha.
One year we all got skates from Santa. As soon as I opened mine I thanked Mom. The said "...I mean Santa" Dedra and Heather didn't want to go play with outside. (It was Washington. No snow and not that cold.) So they skated in the kitchen while the rest of us were in the drive way. 

Another year we all got bikes. We went to the school and played. It was so fun.

I got baby dolls one year... We poked out the eyes and taped them to out foreheads and told mom we were aliens. We were brutal to those dolls. Mom said we were killers in training. 

After Dedra was Married Mom would send us to her house and we could come home in the morning. That way they could sort the presents and go to bed early with out having to fight the kids. Haha. It was always a party at Dedra's house.

The Christmas I got my midnight blue Ren cape Mom was so excited she told Kyle and I we could open a present on Christmas eve. She picked the ones we could open. She grabbed the wrong one for me. She swore and then told us we could open 1 more because mom wanted me to open a specific one. She got it right the second time. 
Kyle tried to talk Mom and Dad into opening them all at midnight. He was told no. We went to sleep. In the Morning Mom came and woke us up at 6. At 8 Dad came down the hall pounding on the walls saying "Let's Rock N Roll!"  when we came down the hall (Kyle and I were the only ones at home at this point) Mom told us that it was more fun when we were kids and we would wake her up. Hahaha.

I haven't been home for Christmas in a couple of years. Last Christmas I spent with Spencer's family. When Mati wouldn't get up Sam started playing revelry on the trumpet. Then Calli sent me up stairs to walk down with the other kids. They go in birth order. I am older than Spencer so I was at the back of the line! It was so different going from being one of the youngest kids to being the oldest. I wanted to stand by Hannah and Olivia. That's my place at my house. Haha. It was a really fun day. I loved watching everyone open their gifts. It's a free for all at Spencer's house. It was so neat!

Happy Monday. :)

All rolled into one

So it's been a full week since I posted last. I don't love not having Internet. It ruins my life!

Memory Monday - My friend Katie and I had to make the diabetic dessert for the "Senior Saints" dinner when we were 16. We didn't have the baking splenda. We had about 500 packets that Katie stole from her dad. :) After opening all of the packets we were about 1/4 cup short. My mon said to just use sugar. Give the old people a treat. Katie and I weren't too big on killing people (yet) so we came up with a different plan.
We pooled our money and went to Denny's and bought a piece of pie. (The people at Shari's knew us. We didn't want band for life) We then stole all The splenda packets off the tables! Our waiter comes out and says "how come every time I turn around I hear sugar packets shufflin'?" Katie and I then emptied our pockets and explained what we were doing. He went in the back and brought out a big bucket of splenda packets and said we could take as much as we needed! 
We didnt have money for a tip so we left a full subway card and Pass along card. Oh and just so you know, the brownies we made were gross. The moral of the story is USE SUGAR!

Tuesday - I again have no story. Work was rather uneventful. I didn't see Spencer and it was so hot out side I wanted to cry.

Wednesday - Dave (My boss) closed the shop with me. He worked the front desk while I cut hair. Things he'd claimed I'd done he had to do. Such as turn customers away because we were booked for the evening. He was sweet justice! He also said as we were cleaning up that he couldn't believe how great I was. Haha I don't know why he was so shocked but what ever. In the bulk email with the next work schedule he added
"Standing Ovation for Gina. As the only stylist for three hours in Orem I was amazed how many quality cuts she provided while providing a personal experience to each client. And the seven steps every time too! Big hand for Gina!"
Guess who got full time hours again! Better yet, guess who's quitting! OH THAT'S ME! Muhahaha!!!

Thursday - ......... I don't know

Friday - Spent the evening with Spencer. I sure do heart him. 

Saturday - We went to Ikea in the morning. Then had a fun date that night. We went to dinner and then a late showing of Cars 2. It was really fun.

Sunday - 

Good Idea- going on vacation
Bad Idea- Not telling all your kids and also not having cell coverage. RUDE! (Dad, Guilty!)

Good Idea- Ikea
Bad Idea- not renting a uhaul when going

Good Idea- fun dates with Spencer
Bad Idea- there is no bad idea for this one

Good Idea- 70 degrees with overcast
Bad Idea- This 90 degrees with no clouds crap we've been having! (...oh how I miss Washington...)

Good Idea- packing all your things up before you move.
Bad Idea- wanting to move now because you are living out of boxes... (I was overly motivated when packing)

Good Idea- taking naps
Bad Idea- wearing pants (I don't know why I think pants are a bad idea. I just don't like wearing them! Viva No Pants!)

Good Idea- having a night light when you're scared of the dark.
Bad Idea- taking down all of your glow in the dark stars because your moving. (I know I'm 25 and that I shouldn't be scared of the dark but my room is scary now. I can't wait to move so I'll have my night light again!)

This was my week! 

Memory Monday - Haircuts.

This is my Mom and Wendi. So I am going to say this picture was taken in 1971 ish. This amazing woman is responsible for some "amazing" haircuts. Lets take a walk down memory lane for Memory Monday.

Ryan, Dedra and I have decided Memory Monday is going to be about haircuts. I cut hair for a living so I have some horror stories! I also know that having that to draw on is unfair. So, I will stick to the horror stories that have happened to my own head of hair. :)

I may have shared this story before but it's worth repeating. I happened to be one of those abused children that had a mullet. (I'm pretty sure that's where my deep hatred of mullets came from.) We hadn't moved to Silverdale yet, so I was maybe 3 or 4. (I remember doing this.) I had the scissors in my hand. I raised them to the top of my ear and cut. I had LONG hair. I watched the hair fall. I didn't think much of it. I then took the hair from the floor and put it on top of my head. (I thought it would reattach.) I then went into the kitchen where my Mom was. I went about my business. Then the dreaded words "Did you cut your hair?" escaped her lips. I said "No." (Again, I thought it would reattach.) She picked up the loose hair and put it in the trash. I was then was spanked and she cut the other side to match. That was the birth of my childhood mullet...

A few years later... Dedra and I asked Mom if we could cut my hair. Mom's exact words were "I don't care." Now for those of you who weren't raised in my house, that either means she really did not care or she wasn't listening and you may get your butt kicked later. This all depended on what it was you did. (Side Note: Cutting your sibling's hair is an offense that warrants death if caught.) Dedra and I went into Mom's bathroom to cut my hair. She kept making one side shorter. She'd "fix" it. Then "fix" it again and again... And again! It was still well below my shoulders but NOT as long as it was. We put my hair up in a towel when we walked out of the bathroom. Mom asked in her angry voice "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU TWO DO???"   ...we were in trouble...

Fast forward a few months. Mom cut my hair to my shoulders to even out the rest of my mullet!

Heather cut my hair short one time too. She was brushing my hair and asked me if I knew the perfect length of hair. Then she showed me! RUDE!!!

I also had what I lovingly refer to as "kindergarten bangs." My bangs were no-joke 2 inches above my eyebrows. I think that's why my bangs are always below my brows now. Haha

 This is me showing off Wendi and Heather's mullets. I have been looking and can't find one of mine. I have a back shot but in order to understand the horror that was my cut, the back shot wouldn't do.

 This is a good shot of my awesome bangs. Also this is the candy that we used to make. So if you read the Memory Monday about the candy, that's what it was.

Here is Mom working her magic on Janee Bales. Janee looked like Loretta Lynn when Mom was done. Her hair was HUGE!

Garen did this on his own... yeah...

Now that I’ve torn the band-aid off my wound I’m going to go cry in my closet.

My kids won't have bangs or mullets! This is a promise!

Memory Monday - The Festivals

Monday Monday da da da da da da, so good to me... Every other day (every other day) every other day if the week is fine. Yeah. But when ever Monday comes.... Okay no more singing. On to the reason for this post. It's Memory Monday! I am going to tell you some fun stories about the markets and festivals! WOOT! 

Last year I went home for the 4th of July festival. I was home for about a week. Dad, Dedra, Kyle and I worked the show in Oak Harbor. It was so fun. Dedra and I pretended to be rock'm sock'm robots. Dad had to tell us to stop the "grab a**" haha We call it "grab donkey" haha. That just makes us more silly.  We pretended to eat the cotton candy as we were making it. We would randomly bust a move. (we are amazing dancers) I love the 4th of July show!

We were at Fireworks on the Fjord in Poulsbo. Darren, the fish guy was a couple of booths down from us. He would never be in his own booth! He would always be taking drinks from us or eating our food. He would tell us to get back to work when he wasn't doing anything. He was fun.

One time at the fair in Elma he was over at our booth before the show had really got going. Heather was making her a drink. Diet Coke with lime, heaven be thy name! Darren's drink looked like Heather's and his was already made. So I took a big drink of his drink. I then look at him in disbelief! It was 10am!!! There was rum in the drink! He laughed and chugged the rest. I left to brush my teeth again. It was lame and funny at the same time.

At the Kitsap County Fair we had the big kitchen in the building with all the commercial vendors. It was cool ish. Dedra and I were working and she had the front end. We had been writing "Cin" for cinnamon sugar and "pow" for powdered sugar on the tickets. Some lady ordered a cake with both. Dedra came in the kitchen and said "it's Cin-pow" as she said this she reached to grab my shirt (stealing is a sin- she accidentally grabbed my boob- still a sin) then punched me for the pow! It was special. Haha. 

At this same show Dedra and I were telling each other things that we invented. Haha. She said I invented cotton candy machines. I said "well I invented cotton candy. You kept eating your shirt and I figured there had to be a better way" haha.

There have been people at these shows that have been less then... nice. We'll go with that. We don't know their names but if you ask any member of my family who the Toothless Wench or the Fat Basturd are, they could tell you. It seemed for years that they were trying to ruin our lives. She got dad kicked off a parade rout in Marysville one time and The Cop walked him back to our booth. When he got there I asked " was it the toothless wench?" the cop laughed and said "that's what he called her!" anyway back to the story! They had a booth just around the corner from us. Some how Dedra was able to make nice with them. Don't ask me how because I don't know. They ended up giving us a bunch of pudding at the end if the show for some odd reason. On the way home that night dad said "roll down your window" I did. "Now pick up the pudding" Odd, but I did it. "Now see if you can hit the mailboxes." haha no joke my FATHER was telling me to throw pudding at the mailboxes. Haha Good times! My aim was bad. His wasn't. He's had more practice. (Dad this is not ridicule. It praise!) 

Lango's are Hungarian Elephant Ears. It was Katrina and Micky that ran that booth. Katrina was talking with us as her husband was out front talking with Dad. She pointed at Micky and said in a thick accent "do you see that fat, ugly old man? He wasn't fat, ugly or old when I married him." (Micky was neither fat or ugly.) Katrina another time helped Dedra with a sunburn she had. She gave Dedra a spray to put on the burn "here, it comes from my country. Not legal in US" haha! It worked very well though!

At some of the shows, when slow we would take naps in the "office" also known as under a table. Haha. We also had "company stationary" also known as Paper plates. Haha

At random shows the entertainment would be a hypnotist. Dedra was Brittany Spears and danced like a crazy person! I was miss piggy with all the attitude that goes with her. I also was able to dance and sing like I was the next American Idol at one show. I belted my song and everyone was shocked. It was so funny!

Dedra and I got henna tattoos on our feet that matched one year at Whaling Days. I'd gotten henna done a couple times in Marysville. It'd been years though.

When shopping for the shows we'd hit Costco and Cash n Carry. We knew the workers by name at Cash n Carry! Robert would always get on my case about climbing the shelves. He would say "here comes trouble" when Mom and I would walk in. I heart him. When Dad told him she died he got teary. We've known Robert for a good 13 years.

There was one time at Whaling Days that some brat ran between the booths and bumped our table that had the oil on it. The table fell and oil hit the back if my leg. Thankfully the oil wasn't all the way up to heat yet. It ruined my pants and I got to go to the ER for burns. :) It's funny how with the candy, funnel cakes and us just being stupid we don't all look like the burn victims we should. I have a small scar on my upper thigh. Dedra has one one her toe... But thats really it and both of those were from the candy.

Another year at Whaling Days Dedra and I made Mom go on the big slide with us. She was trying everything to get out of it! Then when the time came she was hating life. She wanted to go last when walking up the stairs. (Mom missed a lot of cool things because she was scared. "it's too high" BS! We weren't going to let it happen again!) We made mom go first! Then me then Dedra. The whole way up she kept saying she wanted to go back. We told her the only way down was on the slide! We had Dad take our pictures as we came down. It was awesome!

The logger rodeo in Seqhim, Wa was always the second weekend in May. My birthday is the 8th. The MC guy would announce to the show goers that they should go get a funnel cake and wish me a happy birthday over the big speakers every hour. That started when I was 12 and he did it every year til I was 21. (That's when I moved to Utah) 

We would meet crazy people all the time. There is the lady in Elma that would eat the whole funnel cake and then try to return it saying she didn't like it. Every year she tried this! Then Paul who was Asian would greet you with "howdy partner"in a thick Asian accent. The ice cream lady... Her name is Kim. She is a nut job! I'm not going into that one...

 There was one summer that mom would give a trophy to the employee of the show. She would give it to herself every show. To Charlet from Charlet you're the best!

The shows taught us that sleep wasn't needed. If you had a Mountain Dew you were fine. That Once you found your rhythm you can work for HOURS with out stopping. Hard work is something you can still do when tired and hardly able to move. It's all in your head. You can still do it! 

I loathed and loved the festivals. As I wrote this out I laughed so had remembering things that I had tears running down my face. Oh they were some good times. 

Memory Monday - Ryan!

So it's Monday again. Dedra and I decided a few days ago that we were going to make this Memory Monday about out "awesome" brother Ryan. All of the things you will read are true. Most of the things were traumatizing. All of them are awesome memories!

When Ryan got home from his mission I was 7. We lived in a small house and there were A LOT of people living there. I shared a room with Ryan. He worked at a hotel as a night auditor. He would get home a couple of hours before I had to be up for school. There was only one bed in our room but it was a queen. He'd plop down on the bed to try and get some sleep before he had to go to class. I would some times try and cuddle. I was 7! He was the best big brother ever. He never told me to move over. He would put his arm around me and thank me for keeping the bed warm. Maybe that's ONE of the reasons he doesn't let his kids sleep in his bed with him. Haha

Ryan was the WORST babysitter ever! When Mom and Dad would leave he would one if two games. Sometimes both if he was in a "playful" mood. One of the games was call "dodge my feet" How do you play you ask? Oh Ryan holds you up side down by your ankles agents a wall and says "dodge me feet" as he tries to kick you! The other game was "be quiet or you'll sit on the fridge." I am 15 years younger than Ryan. I was 3-4 when he's use sitting on the fridge as a babysitting tactic. I was so scared I wouldn't move. I would cry. He was so mean! Haha 

Another game Ryan liked to play was "call the song" if he asked you to call the song you had to know the artist and/or the song tittle. If not you were walking! There were many times growing up that we had to walk. Haha If we were with in 4 miles of the house we weren't safe! Haha 
********************side note********************
Ryan was playing Encore with his friend and was kicking everyones butt. (I think I was 7) I made up my mind right then and there I was going to beat him at this game. I was 21 and we were playing it at Ensign Ranch. It took 14 years but I did it!!!

When Ryan was telling the kids he was getting married he took us aside so it wasn't a huge thing. It was personal and HE told you. He took Kyle and I to the Zoo in Sequim, Washington. I was 9 and Kyle was 6. We had lunch and got ice cream. My favorite part was when Rhonda got licked by a Buffalo! Haha good times. 

There was one time when I was 8 that he tried to trick me into cleaning out his car. I didn't want to! So when I went inside because I was done doing something I didn't want to do in the first place, he said I had to finish! I was so upset! I ended up finishing but it was a lousy job. Haha

I was 4. I had skinned my knee. I was in Mom's bathroom crying and cleaning it up. Ryan came in and told me that if I put tape on it that the tape would turn to skin in just a few days... I did use the tape he brought in. I crumpled up some toilet paper and tapped it to my knee. We didn't have bandaids. 

Oh! This happened a couple of years ago. I was home for Ensign Ranch. It was my first trip back home since I'd moved to Utah. We were playing with the BB guns at his house and I called Ryan a bad word that starts with an "A". He point blank shot me in the back of my leg! We were leaving when it happened. Well Ryan, that BB tore my pants and broke the skin. I ended up making cut offs out of them because I had blood all over the one leg. Thanks! You are a Ferguson! Haha (I know I had it coming)

I have 3 older brothers and Ryan is the oldest. He is awesome. I love when he comes to Utah and I get to go to dinner with him. I love when I am home and get to see him and his family. The silly things done as kids and as adults have created memories I wouldn't trade for anything. He is an awesome big brother that I know I can count on. I love you. Ryan! You only stink sometimes. :)

Memory Monday - The Candy

There are so many things I could write about the candy. I could tell you how much we hated it. I could tell you that we missed school for it. I could tell you how the smell of sugar in the air as i was walking home from the bus stop made me walk slower. I could tell you how the thought of Saturday made me Ill. 
I could also tell you that the song 9-5 by Dolly Parton warms my heart and makes me laugh. I could tell you that I am close with my siblings because we worked long hours together. We would laugh so hard we would cry. We would cry from exhaustion til we would laugh. As much as we hated the candy, we have some amazing memories because of it.

I was 7 the first time I got to ride in a police car and it wasn't the last time. 
The security guards at several outlet malls have been toyed with. We were sneaky and they could never find us but we always knew right where that were. That's called team work. We have been kicked out of stores and towns by frustrated people that couldn't believe that the mouthy 10 year old wasn't intimidated and would still look them in the eyes. I have walked the main street of every major town in Washington by the time I was 10. How many people can say that?

One of our selling trips/ vacations we drove to Utah. I was 5. We were at the BYU bookstore. I think Heather was supposed to be watching me. I was bored and started walking to the car the way we came in. I was standing at the drop off in front of the Wilk. I decided I wanted to try directing traffic. In the mind of a 5 year old I was going great! The cars were listening to me and there were no accidents. I was doing my job right. Haha. Mom was relieved and ANGREY when she found me. I was in huge amounts of trouble!

Another time we were leaving early on a Saturday morning. Mom was rushing us because we were going far and had to be there between 9 and 10. Once we got there and we are getting teams set and routs picked I tell Mom I forgot my shoes. We were in such a rush and I didn't even notice til we got there... She wasn't happy... Hahaha

When I was 7 I got my ears pierced. We were coming to the end of the selling day ish and Dedra thought I should get my ears done. The first place we went to the lady had 15 piercings in each ear. I was so scared that I worked myself up to a vomit. I was crying and couldn't breathe. It was bad. We left. The second place an old mean grandma lady sat me down, told me I wasn't allowed to cry and took a pen to color on my ear lobes. She drew a dot on each of my ears and checked if they were even. She then showed me the GUN and said I had to hold still. Two painful quick pinches later I had pierced ears. Adam told me they were ugly and I had to take them out. I didn't listen. 

One of my most favorite stories. I was 8 or 9 I think. I had been talking in a british accent all afternoon. Some lady in a flower shop said my accent was amazing and asked where I was from. I dropped the accent and said "Bremerton" Dedra was so embarrassed! Hahaha 

That's my Memory Monday for this week.

Memory Monday - First date with Spencer

So it's Monday again! Yay Monday! Haha

So last Memory Monday I posted some of my firsts. I think I want to stick with that. I am going to tell you about my first date with Spencer.

We have an awesome friend named Derek. Derek was in my ward when I moved to Utah this last time and Spencer has known him since High School.

July 16, 2010
I get a phone call from Derek saying "Gina! We want to offer you Sauce!" (a nick name Spencer has had since high school) Derek called Spencer and said something pretty close to that about me.
In my journal it says "they are setting me up on a blind date... I'm scared"

July 17, 2010
Today is the day! I was scared out of my mind! The last guy I'd gone out with, we'll... Let's just say it didn't work out. 
"Sauce" and Theron knock on my door. It was a group date. Derek with River, Rachel with Theron, and "Sauce" with me. 
Derek and River went down the hall for a few minutes to we could all talk. Haha! I was siting on the couch. Spencer sat on the other couch but we were at the same end. I look at Theron who was sitting on the floor by the door and say "So you, tell the class a little about yourself." He started talking about Math and how he lived for it... I then say "Okay so you are no longer allowed to talk around me. You have lost all speaking privileges" This not being intimidating... Haha I turn to Spencer and say "Okay your turn"

We were driving to Trafalga and we passed some people having car trouble and the boys saved the day! 
Once we got to Trafalga we played mini golf. Derek is super competitive and was keeping score. I tore up the score card and then the fun began! We started placing bets! I thought Spencer was really nice and way cute. I said if he could get a whole in one that I would make him dinner later in the week. He'd been kicking out butts anyway and totally made the shot! I was very pleased. 

After mini golf we went to dinner at China Lilly. It was good and the conversation was good too. I was digging on how shy Spencer was. It was adorable how he'd blush when talking. He was just so cute!

We all came back to my house for rootbeer floats and watched 'Cars' I'd never seen it before. I was sad when Spencer didn't sit by me when we watched the movie. :( I thought that I'd again like someone who didn't like me back. Haha STORY OF MY LIFE!!! 

So that was our first date. It was about as Mormon as they come. It was really fun. 

In my journal I wrote:
"I think I scared the guy! I don't think I'll get to go out with him again because I'm intense. Sad Day. It was a really fun evening though."

I did see him again though! Muhahaha! He came over for dinner a few days later. Then nothing til Derek and River got married. Now almost 9 months later... I'm pretty sure I'll keep him. I love him a lot. 

Memory Monday - on Saturday- Firsts

So we are going to take a look at some firsts.

First day of school:
I woke up and walked to school with my brothers. I was excited to be there. They dropped me off at my class and things were good. I only got in trouble twice and Mom only got one phone call. :) 
I think the better story would be day two. I walked again with my brothers but I had to find my class on my own. I couldn't remember where it was. So rather than asking a teacher I walked home. I cried the whole way. When I got home, snack in hand, Mom asked why I was crying and home. I told her. She laughed and said "you could find your way home but not your class!" I was sad then. It's funny now. It was about a mile walk from school to the house. 

First date:
So I would go out with my friends and we'd pair off but I don't count those as dates.
I was talking to my friend Janet and she wanted to set me up with her brother in law. (Janet got married at 16. She and I went to beauty school together) His name was Morgan. He was 6 years older than me.... 
They picked me up and we went to a really crapy restaurant. We then went back to Janet's house to watch a movie. Morgan spilled he beer on me. I asked Janet to take me home. So I got home late and smelled like beer... It was great!

First Time Holding Hands:
There are the times holding your friend's hand because a creeper is following you at the store or whatever. The first time for reals though I was sitting at a movie theatre. The show had just started. My arms were folded and I was leaning kinda away from him. He reached across me and grabbed my hand. He then said "I just wanted to hold your hand." it was seriously one if the cutest things ever. Haha

First Kiss: 
This was all kinds of awkward... I'm embarrassed thinking about it! So he was super cute and asked if he could kiss me. I smiled and said yes. So standing in the parking lot of the Skill Center, I nervously lean in, he leans in too and we missed! So we tried again. We didn't miss the second time. ;) We didn't miss any other time after that either. There is nothing like a first kiss... Haha

First time being pulled over:
I was 18 and on my way home from my friends house. It was almost 11. Some of my friends and I were going to hang out at my house. James gave me his cell. He and Jenelle had hers. We were racing and I was winning. I got pulled over going 60 in a 35. I had almost cried my way out of the ticket. I started laughing before my window was all the way up. He knocked on my window and gave me the ticket. I fought the ticket and won. I got off completely. Muhahaha

These are just a few of my firsts. Haha The ones with funny stories. Also I couldn't think of any other ones. Haha

Memory Monday - Grandpa Price

So this Memory Monday is going to be about my Grandpa Price. (Mom's Dad)

I'm not as close to him as I would like to be. I wish we could have visited more when I was younger. I still have some really awesome memories of this funny, crazy, wonderful man!

One of the only times I was in the car with Grandpa when he was the one driving, I was 7. Grandpa is a drummer and a good one at that. He played in jazz bands and other things just for fun. There was a song on the radio or the tape we were listening to that he REALLY liked. The was keeping time with the break and gas peddles. He was swerving over both sides of the road. He was just rocking out! Norma was scared as was I. (I also was getting sick) she called out "ANTHON!!!!! Stay on the road!" he laughed and said "I am. I'm just using the whole road". He thought it was funny. 

We were at a festival in Pasco when I was 14 and Grandpa and Norma came and saw us. Grandpa got Sanette to distract Norma for a bit. Norma had put Grandpa on a diet and he wasn't having any of that! He ate 2 funnel cakes and a hotdog before Norma got back. He was finishing the second cake when she walked up. He got in trouble but didn't care. He told her she had no proof. Hahaha

There was another time when I was about 19 when we went to visit him. Mom was playing the piano and Grandpa was playing the harmonica. Grandpa told me to sing. I'm not the best singer but I'm not shy. We sang for a bit and then Grandpa handed me $0.50 and said i've been paid so now I'm professional! Hahaha

The last trip I took with my mom to see Grandpa we all drove out to see Steve and Marla. They had just gotten a new dog. It was an ankle biter! I told Steve that I was going to kick his dog if it kept biting at me. Steve was like DO IT! Grandpa then said "I'll kick that damn dog!" then he chased the dog passed the driveway where it hid til we left. Hahaha

Another trip there I was 20 (I think) I was sitting on the couch next to Grandpa and I put my feet over his lap. He let it slide for a few minutes and then he pounced! Grandpa wrestled me to the ground and pinned me! I was beat up my a blind 80 year old man who was laughing at me! Good times!

Grandpa is blind now. He runs down the halls of the retirement center he lives at. He still runs across streets with out looking. He likes to use field glasses in the car saying he checking out all the pretty girls. He is funny and swears. He'll make faces at the camera and laugh as he flips you off. I love my Grandpa. He's the only Grandparent I have ever had but he was the best. I wouldn't trade him or any of the fun times I've had with him for anything. 

Memory Monday

THE HAPPY GO PUKEY ROAD!!! Told through the eyes of a 6 year old.

We were on a trip selling candy, at least I think we were... We were coming to the end of what seemed like an eternity but was probably only a weekend. I also think we saw John John that trip... It was Mom, Dad, Dedra, Garen, Adam, myself and Kyle. We were in what I remember as the smallest car I had seen in my life at that point. We were headed north on hwy 101. If you have ever been on that road you know it twists and turns. It goes up and down. It has so many trees lining it that even if you feel fine you'll get sick watching them.

We were sick of being on the road. We were sick of being in the car. We were sick of each other. We were flat out sick too. I don't remember who puked first but once it started there was no stopping! It was a chain reaction of vomit! Dad stopped the car because Kyle, being the sickest 2 year old in the world had puked from both ends all over Mom.

We got out of the car still sick. Some of us puked on the side of the road. Some of us were feeling better. My parents and those who were not dying helped clean up the car as best as we could.

We had to get back in the car because we were still 3 hours from home. That was the longest 3 hours of my life! What's funny is a couple of years ago Dedra and I were driving to Adam's house and we were like "hey! This is the happy go pukey road!" haha

There was an episode of Tiny Toons were Plucky went on a trip with the pig... I can't remember his name. They went to a theme park and there was a ride called "Happy Go Pukey" that's were we came up with the name.

I hope you've enjoyed my trip down Memory Lane... Ah good times.