My life as an Amphibian.

If you were lucky enough to be invited to view my bestest friend in the world’s blog you notice that for “OTHER SPARKLES IN MY LIFE” she has Uncle Karl, Froggy, and MOMMY. When you click on Froggy you are redirected to my blog. I feel I must explain. I was talking to Lea on the phone a couple months back and she was being her crazy and hyper self which I have no problem of. She was having trouble hearing me clearly. That’s what happens when you try to talk to someone who is a couple hundred thousand miles away. Anyway, I told her that I was getting some peach fuzz on my chin for a beard sort of thing. Somehow she heard something about a pink frog. The nickname kind of stuck after a while so now she knows me as Froggy or Pink Froggy. It is really interesting the things that get lost somewhere out in space when you are talking to someone on the phone.

What kind of pie???!!!

For all those who don’t know him, my grandpa on my dad’s side; also called Bob or Robert and even Grumpy; is good with food. He made a pie for Thanksgiving Day that might help illustrate this point. Instead of making a regular boring old pumpkin or lemon meringue pie, he created the best tasting pie I have ever had. The main ingredient though is really shocking. The main ingredient is none other than mans favorite fruit, The famous Pinto Bean. When my dad first told me about it a week or so before I was revolted. A pie made out of pinto beans? It did not sound appetizing to me at the time before I had even tasted it. I went through the week dreading Thanksgiving Day. Then unfortunately it came all to soon. My dad told me that I could not go to bed until I had some Pinto Bean Pie. I grudgingly took the first bite. Needless to say that I had been wrong about what I thought the pie was going to taste like. Also I don’t need to say that I scarfed the rest of my piece of pie down. My brother, who had been excited about the pie, surprisingly did not like it. So I got to eat the rest of his piece too. It was so good. Don’t tell my dad this but I am glad that he made me try a piece.

Zabmondo!! Would You Rather...?

My dad and I were listening to Glenn Beck like we usually do and he advertised a new game from Zobmondo as part of a new line of games meant to inspire the combination of deep abstract thought and humor. Tonight for Family Home Evening we played it. It was interesting. What it is, is a card/board game combination. You read a line off a card and then the family discusses the question. For example: "Would you rather as a man, have your grandmother's first name-OR- her hair cut?" It poses a dilemma. It does not really have a correct answer. You can find it at Walmart of other stores. You should really buy it. It is awesome. I recommend it to anyone. It is in a Swirly colorful box. It is funny to watch the family in a way bicker back an forth about the issues. It is better than watching a amature political debate between two people who are not politicians. It is great

The countdown begins...

Oh boy. The countdown begins. Only four days until my "Sweet sixteen" birthday. Big whoop. I am not really excited about turning the big one six. A lot of people that I know are telling me that I am crazy. Maybe I am. Who knows? I have really nothing to look forward to. I will not be able drive legally yet. I am not really allowed to date. And that includes Prom and any school dances. It is kind of pathetic. The only thing I would like for my birthday is peace. the ability to do whatever I want and not get in trouble. The rest of anything I could ever want I already have. Good friends, good family, and a valid possibility of a happy future. In all reality I dont need anything. The ability to in a sense provide for myself is exhilarating. My life seems to get better as the days go by and I strive to gain what I truly want. Exaltation in the highest kingdom in Heaven. I guess that sometimes we need refresher courses in what we truly want. Maybe if we all were able to refresh our lives on a constant basis then the conflicts in the world with the economy and foreign policies and terrorists and such. Maybe they all need to take a step back and analyze their lives and what they are taught and what they have taught and really think about what they truly want.

It is getting colder. Must be winter

I woke up this morning to the Radio in our house and immediately wished I had stayed asleep. My toes were numb. When I felt my toes to make sure they were still there I found to my great surprise that my toes were as cold as ice. Unfortunately our wood pellet stove was still empty of wood pellets so there was only one way to warm up. And that was to huddle under the blankets and think happy warm thoughts. Which I did. My dad needed my help though so I, grudgingly at first but more happy as time went, got up and helped him with breakfast. We ate breakfast and went on our way to Seminary for us guys and to work for my mom. After Seminary my dad and I went up to the White Mountain NPC Campus in Show Low for my Math 109 class. After my class we (my dad and I) went to the Silver Creek NPC Campus in Snowflake for his tutoring appointment. He was not the one that needed help. On the contrary he was helping a lady named Sue with her math. I am proud to say that when it comes to Math my dad can do anything. He is THE MATH-MAGICIAN. If he can't do it, not many people can. After that we went home because it was already four o'clock. When we got home we got dinner ready and ate. Then my dad told me to do the dishes. I got the dishes ready and I found a little yogurt cup full of water on the countertop. I got ready to drink the water when I saw some disturbance in the water. I looked closer and saw that my brother had put his dentures…I mean his retainers in the yogurt cup of water that I had been about to drink. Because his retainers are clear, I did not see them at first. I set the cup down faster than as if it was on fire. Being the smart mouth I am (and a lot calmer than I had been before) I yelled at my brother “Andrew, you are not an old lady!!” My mom who was in the kitchen with me started cracking up. I got my brother and he took care of them but I could not seem to remember that they are called retainers. So I kept calling them Andrew’s Dentures. It was really funny. And just imagine what would have happened if I had not noticed the disturbance in the water. UHGG!!!

Background

My life is very interesting. I try and juggle High School (over the internet), College courses, being a Mormon(not a very good one at that), Seminary, and a social life. I will admit I am not the best goody-good Mormon. People say I have a huge imagination and good writing skills. However, I feel like people don't understand me sometimes. Sometimes I get into trouble for what I write. People don't realize that when I write I express myself. Numerous times I have made my parents mad over what I write. I just keep myself at least a little sane. I consider myself a little mentally retarded. But at the same time in the same breath I also consider myself a genius. My friends don't like it when I call myself a Mentally Retarded Genius. They only focus on the negatives. When I call myself a Metally Retarded Genius I focus on the Genius part. Or if you look at it in the right light The Mentallly Retarded cancels out the Genius part or the Genius part balances the Mentally Retarded part. People just dont understand that. Oh well. "Life is hard... after all it does kill you."