The Fuzz and Skeeters

oh! i failed to mention that i did in fact get pulled over last night...for the first time ever. :) my dad tells me i'm cute so i'm starting to believe it. i only got off with a meer warning. he said next time he'll have to give me a ticket. unfortunately for him, i'm still a pickett and i can talk my way out of almost anything. and when i rolled down my window, 5 mosquitoes flew into my car. i'm swatting them away as i talk to officer jodi (a man) but i currently have 5 bites on my legs from the traumatizing event. not getting pulled over but the mosquitoes in teh car. why did God put them on the earth? no one likes them! curses.

Flaming Gorge: An Adventure Awaits

hallo erryone! here i am again.i hardly know what to write. it feels like i have so much to say and not enough time to write. it's late and i want to go to bed but i need to get my thoughts down. i feel hurt, heartbroken, but optimistic for the future. okay! so as many of you know, i'm in flaming gorge for the entire summer. seriously. no joke. the first week i got here, my first thoughts were "what the crap am i doing here?" but now i'm used to the routine. even though there is hardly no routine. because i'm the nooobie here, i work mornings. i have to be at work at 6 a.m. and i finish by 2:30. i know. it sounds long... and it is. i'm not much of a morning person as it is but now that i have to be friendly to people at that time? holy! forget that. no no. i'm nice. but i think that the mornings are going to kill me slowly. like it doesn't bother me now but i hardly sleep at night and then i have to be up early. that's a crazy mess. many people tell me to nap. i really wish i could nap. and i did once! it was most glorious but i can't nap when it's light out. i know. sucks. so i get home from work and i usually go for a run. there's this really nice run that has an overlook at the end. it's very pretty. i go there and think. i feel like winnie the pooh and have a thinking spot. wow. that sounded terrible. never again am i referring to winnie the pooh when talking about my spot. ha but if i don't go for a run, i'll watch a movie, or attempt to get on facebook and catch up with life. what life? i keep asking myself that because i left many of my high school friends behin. i'm not sure what i'm talking about. i think i'm mostly only rambling so i don't have to go to bed. finally the weather is warming up here. i'm excited to jump into the lake. it'll be freezing but sometimes you need that shock in life. the shock hasn't hit me that this is my life here. i keep thinking about my life is murray and what i would be doing. it's the summer so probably be working and hanging out with some of my friends that are home. but my dad helped me realized that i can't really dwell on the past and how things could've been. this is the only time i will ever have this experience in my entire life. i won't be coming back to do this. once in a lifetime. so i pick myself up by the bootstraps and continue on. life is fun. there's so much to experience and we all need to get out there and have those experiences. maybe i'm going a little deep... oh wait. i know i am. i'm excited to be out here. i meet new people all the time. about a week ago, these two dudes from san francisco came in and they came in every night or day for a good week. they were definitely liberals and i would always talk to them and they seemed genuinely curious about my life. don't you enjoy people? it seems like hardly anyone cares about your life because they're too busy with theirs so when someone asks, you can help but blurt out everything. but i didn't. i tried not to seem too obnoxious.
         so, i guess i'll get to the more interesting part about my blog that everyone is always curious about. my situation with guys. this has become a recently touchy subject. you see, my boyfriend of a month and i have broken up. yea. so tragic. many of you may be asking, "what happened to that missionary boy?" well you see, he didn't want me putting my life on hold. so i dated. only a little. you all know my awkward ginger date. and i didn't really go on many after that. till i met this one fellow. he's definitely a fascinating person. we hit it off at the start. he made me a crepe and i instantly fell in love. but i think our downfall is that we fell in love too quickly and didn't become friends first. i know i could turn to him with any problem but i didn't feel like he would fix it. so i didn't tell him anymore. and then about a week later, i came here and our only means of communication were talking and texting. i hate talking on the phone. i don't know why. maybe because i'm always the listener and i want to get my point across. he didn't really allow me to do this. when we did have something to say (which was hardly ever) it was him talking. that got quite annoying cause i would try to interject but it wouldn't work. and then when i got frustrated with him, he always asked why i was frustrated and i never could realize why... until now when i step back and look. so that was this morning. still definitely a touchy subject. i'm alright though. and i know he is. so i'm still in love with my missionary. it's very true. holy! i think a mouse ran into our stove. freak. i really hope not! tonight i went to fireside with my cousin from vernal. a dude definitely asked for my number. i still got it going on... ;) until late my friends!

whtevr

te lo prometo. spanish phrase i learned today.

The Power of "No"

i went on a date tonight. let me describe it before i place any words specifically on it....  i met this fellow on wednesday of last week in an institute class that my friend made me go to. she did not want to go alone so she dragged me along. i went and saw many a cute men. all of them were rm's of course. something to be wary about. after class, this kid walks up to me and starts talking to me. i try to brush him aside because the most gorgeous looking of them all was staring at me. no such luck. he keeps talking. this kid is maybe 5'8" with one heck of a schnoze and light red hair. this is one kid that doesn't really make friends but he thinks he's the schiz. i let him keep talking thinking i would never see him again after that class. nope! he asked for my number and i reluctantly gave it to him. i don't know why i did. i tend to feel bad about saying "no" to things of that nature. i think my friend quickly ran away before this guy could get 2 words out. she is sneaky good. so it's now thursday (today) and during my lunch break at school, he calls me and asks me on a date. i'm curing the entire time but i think, hey, what can it hurt...? he picks me up at my house at 7:30. that's when the real fun begins. he comes inside to meet my family. he asked me if my parents were my parents. they're the only adults in the house so i found it obvious. maybe not. he asks my dad if he was the principal over at kearns seminary and asks is he knows his sister. my dad erases all memory of students he's taught but my dad is of course polite and says "maybe". we''ll call my date mcfly. mcfly then proceeds to ask my father his name. if there's one thing to know about my dad is that he is high and mighty and you better be older than him and calling him by his first name or he better respect you. i found this surprising when he asked. my dad responds by telling him "pickett". the family giggled at this remark but mcfly didn't. he was really wanting to find out his name. he asks again and my dad responds the same. he asks my mom but didn't receive much of an answer from her. i tell my parents we're leaving and walk out the door but he is still on my porch, talking to them inside of the house. he finally comes down and opens my door. what a nice gentleman.... he turns on the car and then we talk for 5 mins about what the plans are. he was giving me options. yes i found this nice but i figured since he asked me on the date, he better damn well know what we're doing. he decides we go to trafalga. trafalga is a family entertainment center. it's got a rock climbing wall, laser tag, mini golf, go-karts, ya know, some fun sounding stuff. it seriously takes him like 10 mins on what activity we're going to participate in. this made me frustrated but i stood off to the side. i was too far away to ask for advice on what to do but not too far to where he would lose sight of me. he would've blown a top. mcfly decides on go-kart, mini golf and laser tag. i'm okay with those choices. we go outside to ride go-karts. this course is about as big as my kitchen. for those of you who haven't been in my house, that would be so tiny that you could hardly fit one kart on it. i tell him that he's "going down" and he tells me to take it easy. i wasn't freaking out. stop telling me to take it easy. he tells me this at least 25 times throughout the entire night. i win. por suputesto. we then go to laser tag which was indoors. thank goodness because it was about 34 degrees outside.and while i ran around trying to get away from him, that was the most fun i had all evening. after the game, he asked me why i didn't stay with him during the game. afterwards we go do min golf... outside. well, first off, he couldn't decide whether he wanted indoors or outdoors. i picked indoors and then he whined about that, and then i said outdoors and he whined about that. i then grabbed my club and ball and walked outside. we played and i ended up winning. again. we then head home. he's a terrible driver. that's what happens when you go on a mission and not drive for 2 years. i offered to drive. no such luck. he asks what we should do now. i'm screaming in my mind to take me home. nope! he wants dessert and since nothing is open at 10 at night, we go to harmons. we buy pop tarts and hot chocolate mis. he asks the harmons man to make hot chocolate for us. he does but not happily. i was quite embarrassed about this.we have our hot chocolate and i'm thinking it's time to go home. definitely not time yet. he wants to go to the magical gazebo! what gazebo?! it's so cold outside and i only want to be home. we got to the gazebo and i'm sure that there have been many o' orgy's (sp?). he thinks it's the greatest place ever. we talk and he comes to the conclusion that i'm a rebel. i can accept this. he comes from a family of 12. 12! we talk about families and he asks me how old i want to be when i start my family. i tell him out of college and starting my job. he tell me that i can get married now. he knows i'm only 18 btw. i tell him that i'm way too young and he disagrees. he talks my ear off about age and marriage. i tune out and listen to the inappropriate rap songs that i put on the radio. i was in charge of the music after all. he then tells me his hands are cold and asks if i would like to make them warm. i tell him no thank you and that maybe he ought to stick his hands under his legs to warm them. he does this, lets go of the wheel and we almost crash into a building. we finally get to my house. mcfly and i walk up to my doorstep and we talk for a little. i'm ready to go inside now so i tell him goodnight. he hugs me and then tells me we'll have to go on another date. he asks what my schedule is like and the only word i can get out before i close the door is "busynight!" i get inside my house and curse up and down that i'm never doing that again. ever ever ever. EVER! so, that was my date from hell. super awkward rm. i accidentally slipped a holy hell and he almost had a heart attack. he also insisted on opening up my door when i exited a car. i didn't listen and open my own dang door. when i step into a car, sure! get my door. when i get out, i'm not going to wait for your sorry butt to walk around and grab it. i've got two hands and if they're not opening my door, they're in my pockets so i don't have to touch you. oh man. why did i say yes?! i'm in college now and i will from now on exercise my right to say no. i'm doing it from now on. so thank you, mcfly, for allowing me to realize this. now with a bitter, awkward after taste in my mouth (no. no. kissing. we only touched to hug) i bit you farewell awkwardly with the words of george mcfly, "lou. give me a milk...chocolate."

11 months and more to come

11 months ago today, i met the most sincere, kind, patient, passionate, and loving man i have yet to meet. one must think that this isn't possible or there is a catch. no catch. except him. he makes me feel important and alive, he wants me to live each day my own way. he says he feels blessed just to be apart of it. he believes in me and everything i do. he recently wrote me..."you have enough ambition in life to feed a small country." he makes me laugh and want to be better. i know i am a better person because of it and i'm grateful for his example. he's currently in the provo mtc. he's such a good man for making the decision to go on a mission. i can't help but feel that i've been left behind of the most excellent journey anyone has ever been on, mostly because i want to be on it with him. now i have me own journey. my opportunity is to take control of my life and excel at anything i want to do. and i know i can do it because he has faith in me. 11 months ago i met him. only 24 to go till i can see him again.