It is my Pleasure to Introduce...

Anthony the Fridge! I think he felt kind of neglected after the post about Henry the Toilet, and that's why he's decided to act up to get some attention. You might be asking yourself, "What could a refrigerator possibly do to act up?!" Well let me show you. Why yes, those are half gallons of milk with the lid off. Why yes, we are holding them upside down without lids on. But why, then, are they not spilling? Because they are FROZEN. That's right. 2 half gallon solid containers of milk. All I wanted was some cereal, but now all I have are 2 huge milk popsicles. Which probably wouldn't taste as delicious as you might think it sounds. We turned down the temperature after that, but we just can't seem to find a happy temperature for it. Either our food doesn't freeze or everything that gets relatively close to it turns into a huge ice block.

In other news, my mom isn't doing very well right now. She just found out she has Bell's Palsy, which more or less means that half of her face is paralyzed for a few weeks until the muscles stop freaking out. She's already requested that we minimize the pirate jokes, but sometimes I just can't help myself. Last night we decided to make a video for her to possibly ease the pain, featuring "Everything She Wants" by her all time favorite- Wham! A little blast from the past for you all. Feel better soon!

The Sweet Smell of Sulfur.

Last night was quite the adventure for me. I was all set for a lovely night of the gym and a paper (quite a rowdy Saturday night, I know), when Shelby tagged me in a post on facebook. And that's when I saw the link to the Hot Springs. About 10 minutes later, we were heading over to Budge to go get Will (we designated him the body guard). It took him about 4 trips up to his room to be ready.. in this order: First trip, needed a towel. Second trip, needed Advil and a jacket. Third trip, forgot his towel when he came back and needed to go get it. Fourth trip, forgot his pretzels. Next we stopped at a Texaco for some gas, since Chevron costs too much. Then onward to Wal-Mart to grab some flashlights, which turned out to be our best investment, but the line to check out was just short of 14 million people long.. so it ended up taking longer than we thought.

Then we started on the drive to the hot springs. It was about a half hour drive, and we spent a little bit of it sure we were going the completely wrong way. We finally got to the turn off, and waved down some guys to make sure we were on the right road. I started freaking out about the fact that there were most likely 230 rapists hiding all over the place, just waiting for innocent college students to go on a late night hike so they could grab them. I voiced my opinions to everyone, and that's when Will decided to ease my worries with list after list of the ways that they could hide and trick us so that they could get us. It really made me feel safe about where we were. We got out of the car, and started following a big group of guys through the forest to the hot springs. It was an hour walk, which was super cold but it was pleasant. I'm pretty sure Will was shocked about our topics of conversation, but I decided it was best for him to really get to know us while we were in the middle of the woods when he couldn't really run away. We finally made it to the springs, and it was FREEZING standing in just a swimsuit while we got into the little pools. The first one we got in was luke warm, and that was a bust til we moved to a lower one which was muuch warmer. After we had done some lateral thinking puzzles (yeah, so maybe that does sound nerdy), we decided it was time to leave. I was the first one to get out and walk over to our things, and for some reason I thought one of the pools was flat ground.. probably because the color of it was a milky white which kind of looked like the ground.. and I full on fell into the pool. It was funny, til my foot hurt and when I got home my foot was cut and my sock was kinda bloody. Yuck. On the way back we were all starving, so we made a nice little pit stop at McD's for a late night snack. It was a super fun trip! It was much better than being productive and writing my paper like I was supposed to do. Looks like I'll just have more work to do today.. worth it!

Church today was great, it was a good sacrament meeting. Cora spoke, and she did a great job! Then Sunday School, which was better than usual, and Relief Society. I love love love Relief Society. It's fun to just be with a bunch of girls.

I eat the awkwardness.

Thursday! And you know what that means? Tomorrow is Friday! Superior deductive reasoning, I know, I get that a lot. I'm so excited for my family to get here tomorrow night! I've missed Callie and Grantypoo.

Today has been rather eventful. English class, reading, power nap. I had a review session for Geography, and I thought it was at 7 but apparently it was at 6. So I completely missed it, which is bad news for the test tomorrow. Perhaps I'll just beg skinny kid for his notes tomorrow.. seems to work out pretty well for me.

In other news, I'm addicted to Desperate Housewives. If anyone has seasons 3, 4, and 5 on DVD, I am begging you to send them to me. I'll pay for the postage. They only have 1, 2, 6, and 7 on Hulu and that's a killer.

Jasmyn and I had a pretty intense conversation about R.Patts tonight (Robert Pattinson) and whether he is hot or not. (correct answer: NOT.) But if you feel differently, feel free to voice the opinion. We also covered the merits of awkwardness, and how crucial and fun it is to have awkwardness in day-to-day life. To quote her: "I eat the awkwardness. I had it for breakfast this morning." It's basically my new favorite line. Also, we've decided to adopt snogging into our normal conversation. So join us in this cause. Thanks.

Parking Booth from Hell.

Well it feels like it's been a little while since I've posted. This weekend was SO fun. Dane was here for conference, and it was so great to see him again! We had a ton of fun partying. I loved seeing Kandice, Britt, Eugene, Kellie, Brad, and all the other wonderful people that I don't see very much! Friday was Jasmyn's birthday, so Hannah and I ran to WalMart and got some super cute birthday decorations for the room. She got some legit flowers from her family, and our room still smells like them. I LOVE it! On Saturday we went to in-n-out, which was nice since I was definitely having some withdrawals. And despite what Shelby says, I don't think it's cheating on California to eat it in Utah. Although the experience wasn't exactly the same. Sunday was conference, and then I took Dane too the airport. And now for the story of the parking pass.

So there I was, at the SLC airport to drop off Dane. I parked the car and walked in. Before we parked you had to stick a debit/credit card into a machine so that it marks when you get there, or just get a little ticket and pay with cash. I didn't have any cash on me (remember that for later) so I used my debit card. Took Dane inside, said goodbye, came back out, got in the car, headed to the exit. Got to the exit. Put my debit card in the machine to leave.. and it says INVALID. again. and again. and again. I'm not sure how many times I put my card in there, but it just kept rejecting me. By now, there's a line of about 7 cars behind me waiting for the idiot at the front to work the machine right. I push customer support, and the guy tells me I'm just going to have to go to a cash line so that an attendant can help me. So then they have to send someone to back out all 7 of the cars so the idiot (me) can get to a cash line. So then I get to a cash line, and someone else at the front is having an issue, so they have to back out all of us to move to a different line. By now, I've been in line for a half hour which sucks because they charge in 10 minute increments. I finally get to the front of the cash line, and find that the attendant doesn't speak English in a very fluent manner, which is always a sign that things are going to go super smooth. He takes the card, swipes it, and it continually doesn't work. He then proceeds to tell me that they need some sort of ID, and, being the genius I am, I realized that I had left my drivers license at home on my desk. I didn't think it'd be a big deal, so I gave him my BYU ID card. Turns out that wasn't good enough. He then asks me if the car is stolen, and if there is any way that I can prove that it isn't.. which is awesome since it isn't even my car. It's Shelley's. At this point I'm so so frustrated I just start crying, which is freaking him out big time. He calls a supervisor to come help out, and then supervisor then tells me that if they can't get the card to work and they can't find my car on the video tape of people coming in, I would have to pay the maximum fee for the day and an extra fee for ticket loss. Which totals up to $48. THAT I DON'T HAVE. They try to play the tapes to find my car, and they stop working about 3 minutes before I claimed that I had arrived. Which was awesome. Next, they tell me that I have used a different card. That's right, tell, not ask, which I find especially humorous since my debit card is the only card I have that would work on the machine. What did they think I was swiping? My H&M gift card? And then I got angry. I mean really really angry. There was no way I was paying the stupid $48 because their little machine wasn't working. So I told them that, and it turned into an argument including me saying "Well then I guess I'm going to live in a parking structure for the rest of my life because I'm not paying your stupid fee." Holly Smith = Captain Maturity. By some small miracle I look down and saw a 10 dollar bill on the ground, quite possibly Shelley's, quite possibly the answer to my prayers. With all of the time that I had spent sitting there arguing and being accused of stealing a car and attempting to use another card that I don't have, my parking fee had totaled to exactly 10 dollars. Which I payed, and left. Angry. Very very Angry.

So there you have it. Moral of the story: Don't use your debit card. Just take the dang ticket and pay with cash. Or you'll sit there for an hour crying to a man who speaks no English. What an enlightening experience.