Don't You Worry My Little Honey...

Is there ever a age where you feel grown up? Where you wake up flip over the covers turn off the alarm clock and look at your wild morning hair in the mirror as you brush your teeth and go I'm satisfied?

Where you reached all your dreams?

Did you stand up when it mattered and let yourself express what you were truly feeling?

I just am wondering if that is what being a grown up is?

When you walk into work and realize that you have you have one black shoe and one red shoe and just laugh about it instead of running home to fix it.

Is it where you heal the brokenness inside us?

Just some thoughts from today.

More about Provo tomorrow.

On The Highway To Hell..

Guess who is going to Happy Valley?

Thats right.

Me.

Hence the title.

Will post more when I get back.

And Isn't Ironic..I

This.

equals.

This.




From ugly hunter green to Pool Party Blue.

When everything is finished I'll post my pics of yet to be named apartment.

But I see your True Colors Shining Through..

(This is to tide you over till I get home and will be able to post pictures of what I've been up to the last few days. So enjoy one of my unpublished blog from the archives.)

25 things about me that you obviously don't know about me through Facebook Stalking.

1. I have a love affair with ice cream at least once a week. A pint of Hagaan Das or Farr's Ice cream will suffice.
2. Java Frappicionos equal very random and crazy things out of me. I tend to end up in new cities or places.
3. I am a hopeless romantic. I love the idea of being in love and since it is so lacking in my life, I have to live vicariously through other people.
4. The hours of four to five need to be spent in bed for down time. Of all the lesson's in life my mother has taught me this is the one I follow religiously.
5. I hate to eat alone.
6. My Grandma Dar and Momma Joye are the two biggest influences in my life.
7. Along with that My Grandpa Vern and my Dad also belong on this list.
8. My sister and I like to make up Ghetto Dances to trashy songs.
9. I still have all the words to Smelly Cat memorized, plus the hand actions.
10. Sun Valley Idaho, Grandma Dar's pool, and Hawaii are my three favorite places.
11. I need to read a book every night or else I go crazy.
12. I am extremely grateful for the friends in my life. (Cue in the Golden Girls theme song.)
13. It doesn't take a lot to make me happy. A kiddie pool in a back yard, a Slurpee and a people magazine and I'm happy.
14. I believe in environmental causes. I think it is up to us to revoke some of the damage.
15. Grey's,O.C, Gossip Girl, Gilmore Girls, and House are my shows. However I don't have the time to watch them except on DVD. Praise be to the man (or woman) who came up with that idea!
16. I hate Green beans and chocolate milk. Never liked them, never will.
17. I love car trips to somewhere exciting. With that said I enjoy singing to the Old standards in the car at the top of my lungs.
18. I love to go to bike shops. I blame my father for this.
19. I enjoy being creative, meaning if I don't have an artistic project going on I get cranky.
20. I love to be outside.
21. I love hard work because I know through it I'm going to get something out of it.
22. My grandma has always taught me that if you are going to give something always add a little extra whether it be cash, food, or your time.
23. I enjoy baking but cooking and I are having a hard time getting along.
24. I wish that I could be a jazz singer.
25. When I turn fifty my sister and I plan on throwing a huge party for being brother and sister. Why should marry people have all the fun?

If I was Carpenter..

I need a nickname for my abode. This is the first single place that I've lived in that I don't have some snarky and somewhat humorous tag line attached to it. That and my apartment looks like Bob Villa's and Martha Stewart's nightmare. If they were to come visit me I imagine that they would look at my unfinished projects and run squealing like little girls.

However if Betty Crocker came to visit I bet we would be the best of friends. Betty wouldn't disapprove of my new creation of mini chocolate chips and sprinkles in yogurt. In fact she would look at me with her beautiful cardboard eyes and say Blake it wonderful! She would show me the inner workings of how to make a boxed cake. She would know that I can never turn down a baked good. (I seriously can't. Offer me a cookie, a slice of cake, or a doughnut and I go don't mind if I do! Is there a Baker's Anonymous? ) So that would make Betty and I the best of friends.

Pictures coming tomorrow.

P.S Does anybody have any good nicknames?

Runaway Train Never Coming Back...

For the last two years of my college career I was a Resident Assistant.Wearing the badge o'power I'd wander through the halls of Astach hall spouting words of wisdom such as "Please don't climb the building." or Who in the hell put all of these leaves in front of the doors. Or I would whip up batches of brightly colored informative bulletin boards with helpful information such as "Why Blake is the Best" or "Ten little Secrets about Blake you didn't realize". Yes it was a blissful time. Sadly once in a while I would have to yield the badge o'power to go politely tell people "Shut the mother loving goodness up! Its quiet hours! Silence! Now bow down and worship me and tell me you are sorry!"

I liked this job a lot.

However its screwed me up for the rest of my life.

Case in point.

Last night at 12:30 am the new neighbors who moved into Promiscuous Louise's apartment were banging on the walls. The ceilings. Everywhere. Which would have been fine. But when you wake up at 4 in the morning? And have to be to work at 5? Not so nice! So reverting back to the ol'e RA badge of power I politely but firmly told them to that they were bad people and needed to be quiet so Blake could get his beauty rest or else.

Yeah.

They looked at me funny too.

Oh well.

Good thing I didn't wear the badge o'power huh?

Waking Up in Vegas..

So how was your week?

Wondering how mine was? Well if you look at the pic above it kinda gives you a perspective. I hate sales sometimes. Cause when you are hot and hungry you look at this and suddenly you can rationalize everything.

Six pints of ice cream for a dollar?

Should I?

YOU BETCHA!

Then you go home and unload your groceries and realize that your brain has been hijacked by a six year old on a candy binge. Oh dear.

That and I have some sad news. The promiscuous neighbor moved out of the complex. So to random Joe #2 and sneaky Charlie I will miss our awkward morning glances and awkward hellos. To all those others I saw come in and out at night good bye to you too! Please don't write. Don't call. Cause I'm not sure I'd miss you at all. But to smoker Jane (we share a balcony) keep on smoking all the time.Which is fine but not so much when she does it on the balcony and it gets in my apartment and I start smelling like the Vegas. Keep it up I'm going to start blasting Momma Mia at 4:30 in the morning. Cause I can.

So. There was that.

Plus I realized that the princess is getting married in less than three weeks. WEE. A Wedding I don't have to crash. But more on that latter.