Chalk War

Chalk War

Chalk wars can be very fun! We started to do a rubbing of my face, but then the chalk sort of got us... and boooom ta da --- we had chalk all over us!

Then we discovered cool ways in which to do the camera. First I took a picture of me upside down

The Courtney had to try it!


Then Amy!


Then Becca. . . .


Then we put our heads together....


Thinking is very hard.

In the end it was a very very fun night! Life was grand!
We were wacko, and it was fun!

The good old days!

Well I am officially home! I know that sort of bites. No more DC for me. However I have been able to go to temple Square which was amazing.


However, coming home has been a joy, and a horrible plucking of my eyebrows! Have it just seems like being an adult is overrated. Why do people become adults? I would love just to become little kids.

The kids start to play...

Ah. . . . Ah. . . . POW! Crap

Remember once upon a time in which you enjoyed the snow. In which the snow commanded respect, you bowed to it, and you don't really care if you get snow in your hands!

Where you loved snow so much that you could do whatever you wanted and get away with it. Those were the days!
However then you have to grow up and becoming an adult. LAME

Freud

I Would Miss Freud!

To the Subject of Freud, I just found out that I could never join the church of Scientology because I would absolute hate not having psychology in my life.

Not only are they anti-psychology, but I am told this is what Tom Cruise would look like if he was on drugs, was put on a couch, said to let his emotions go, and to free associate. Not a good thing! Thanks heavens that I have decided never to become a therapist. Opera seems to think it is super funny though.
Seven reasons why I would miss psychology:

1. It gives me the opportunity to do psychology experiments on my dates.
2. It gives me the opportunity to randomly assume peoples emotions.
3. I can free associate and blame it on jaw cancer.
4. It gives therapists the license to kill if it is for the point of putting old people out of their missery
5. I am allowed to stereotype anyone that I please as crazy, including myself
6. Where the world is a whole lot funnier because of Freudian slips
7. I understand peoples emotions and how they react so that way the world makes some sense
   

On a selfish note, it is a sad fact but I miss my office at home. They actually get my humor! Granted it is a therapists office, but they at least like me. No one else does. It is a pathetic thing! Why is it that people in Utah can speak Laureneese but people in Washington DC can only speak money politics?

Library of Congress

Library of Congress

I think it is safe to tell this story now. But about a month ago I went to the Library of Congress. It was BEAUTIFUL! We went to the reading rooms, and we saw the Gutenberg Bible. However guess what, the tour guide was super mean. So here I was in the Library of Congress, trying to concentrate, listening very intently to this lovely little tour guide. When all of the sudden, Megan asks me for Tylenol. I of course can't say no, and then all of the sudden Jim wants to do a photo with me. It was super funny. I smiled, grabbed the tylenol. When the room went silent. I thought um.. . . okay.

Then I went ashen. I looked in front of me! THIS DUMB TOUR GUIDE had stopped the tour and looked at me and said "Are you done yet? You know that you can leave the tour" I thought crap what do I say, and of course, being me and wanting to escape conflict I thought about leaving the tour. WHEN I HAD DONE NOTHING WRONG. I said. "I am sorry" She said, " You know, I wouldn't mind if you left the tour. "I said, please continue, I am sorry!" when really I wasn't. I hadn't said a WORD! I swear! She was pinpointing me for everyone else. It was entirely lame. So the rest of the tour, I hung back in the shallows. It was super funny, that was the beginning of what I was so to learn a interesting journey of my life.

Never Say No To BLUE

You know the phrase never smile at a crocodile? Will here is phrase, never say no to blue, even if it is the democratic colors. Because you will never know when a grumpy boss wants to use blue as his election colors. Lesson Learned!

Make It a Great Morning. Watch Your Step

MAKE IT A GREAT DAY!
Watch your Step! Have A Good Morning!

Let me just tell you that bums are my favorite people in the whole world, and not only bums. . . the news people newsies! They are amazing. I swear if I am every having a rough morning you hear this bum by the metro that says, "watch your step, have a good morning, watch your step have a good morning you all."
However one time. Nick the Newis disappeared for about two days. Their were rumors all around the barlow center that he had a fight with Oscar the mean Newis and that he didn't have his turf anymore. Oh, the sadness that overcame us. We didn't know what to do. What would we do without Nick the fellow newis man.

But the good news is that he came back, all rip roaring to go!~ YAHOO

The JAZZ

COLORS THROUGH AND THROUGH

As I have previous announced to the world! I love this cool beyond cool team. However they didn't have a cool night, and the Wizards were having a awesome night and so. Alas they didn't win. However because we came at 7:00 to get tickets we got front roe tickets. It was amazing! I loved it.

First off I wasn't able to sit with Lauren or Sara. Because of this I had a criminal senial old lady who's soul determination in life was to make sure that I sat in MY seat. While I was not sitting in my seat I met some very nice Chinese men who didn't speak English. They then asked to take thier picture with me. It was hysterical

After I got caught I actually did have to go back to my actually spot. Alas it made me mad. As I looked up I realized that a 500 pound man with his legs sprawled out was in my seat. I said "mammm,(in a whinny voice) I cannot go back to my seat, on account of this man is in my seat, can't I just stay here?" With a firm denture voice she said "NO mam you have to your seat, and SIR get your lazy aword out of her chair and go to your own." He looked started, he looked to my white face, looked at his ticket, and said... ooops, I am in your chair. I said. I am going to go to my seat I promise, I just have to go to the bathroom. Girl thing. (I dont know why I said girl thing, because she is a girl, but I swear she is part alien). I then went and called my brother Andrew, and complained.

I then came back and talked to Ernest about his life. We bet fries that the Jazz would win. The game was truely pathetic. Not just pathetic but MORBID pathetic. We lost to a team that didn't even know how to pull a rabbit out of a hat. But we lost.

There they are, the sad faces of America folks. We left and went home, and were truely sadden with the names that we had on our cheecks. It was very very tragic. I must tell you

Dry vs. Dumb Humor

If you don't know me by now. You know that I am very very strange. Coming out here, I told my mom that what I wanted for Christmas was donkey earrings (but I wanted them early) so that I could strut my stuff around my all republican office. However my mom, knowing the best for me would'nt get them for me.

It is a well know fact, that I have a very silly, dumb sense of humor. I am the girl who just for kicks and giggles will raise her hand in class and say the dumbest thing that she can just to observe peoples responses. Then secretly laugh how dumb they think I am. I am the girl who when asked what college I was going to, they almost died from shock after finding out.

But the point of the blog, is Washington DC - is not dumb! It is sort of sad. For example today I said when a fellow staff member said that he needed to write a note to another staff member I said, make sure to sign it XOXOXOXO (I thought it was funny). Or when someone says "Oh I need to call that person..." I say "Call her what?" I basically have my dads sense of humor through and through. With a little of Lauren off to the side. But why can't people be a little silly from time to time. I dont understand. It is as if they never can laugh! WHY! WHY! WHY! Secretly I think that they all were deprived when they were kids.

Get Ready To RUMBLE

Get Ready To Rumble!

It is true. I am a Jazz fan! Since I have been in diapers, my father has raised me to love the fellow basketball team of Utah. Malone, Stokon, now... Kirilenko, Harpring, Williams--- the gang is my posse! GET READY TO RUMBLE! The bleachers would rumble beneath your seats, you would scream "D-Fence," the crowd screams. However this Wednesday I get to go to a Jazz game. Since I was six, I have been able to go to Jazz games. In fact I remember watching with my dad countless Jazz games, and even the main one in which the Jazz lost by .... well the playoffs... does'nt matter. THIS WEDNESDAY! WOOOT! Needless to say!-- I AM STOKED!

Falling in Fall

Falling In Fall

I love Fall, but I love Fall not only because we get an extended version of fall. But also because we don't have SNOW! HUZAH! Okay, so maybe secretly I crave snow. However here in the good old DC we offically have colors! SNIPE! After our excurison in the Air and Space Muesum, we traveled to a spacious mediation garden, where we pondered life the dramatic, and thoughtful way.

I took the road less traveled by, this included a flair of the dramatic arts! Maren on the other hand, took the road of quiet, contemplative way. . .
After the thoughts of life. We decided to have a little FUN. You know what FUN stands for right. "F, is for FRIENDS who do stuff together. U is for You and Me - N is Anything, Anything at ALL! Here in the Deep blue sea" (Sing in a SpongeBob Voice) (or Autumn Contemplative Garden!)

So Brooke and I (who wanted to have FUN), decided we wanted to have FUN in the SUN, by

RAKING LEAVES. . .

We started by raking a pile of leaves, as demostrated above.

Then we jumped in them. . .

After that, then we decided to have a WAR. . .

Followed by RETALIATION . . . Then all of us just decided to have a little FUN.

Overall, it was a very very fun day! Hooray~!

However I learned that flipflops with leaves makes feet very very dirty!

Lauren