Friday, January 30, 2009

On a roll...Stripper Pole!

BYU should consider implementing this into their physical education department.

Why, CNN...Why?

Is this really important enough to put on your homepage?

I hate cats.


Let me take a minute to declare my love/obsession with journal writing. Because I can.
(What now.)

This past week I've been trying to fill my time with more productive things. I still make sure I have an hour for Law and Order, but I've added things like "an hour of practicing piano" and "studying for the GRE" more heavily in the mix. It's going quite well, and in the long run I'm sure at some point I will get some kind of job based on these months. Or not.

Anyways, I decided to go through and organize my journals. Here are some interesting facts you are all dying to know:
-I've completely filled up 10 journals. Which means I'm currently writing in #11.
-The first entry I ever made was on October 12, 1997. I was 11, almost 12. It includes hand drawn pictures of my dear pet parakeet so cleverly named "Birdie" (May she rest in peace).
-2006 was my most documented year.
-I figured from these 11 journals I've written 1307 pages. And counting!

I know what you're thinking: Why is she telling us this pointless information?

And I don't have a good answer for that.

Mostly I just wanted to encourage everyone to write in their journals. I know sometimes we feel as though blogging counts, which it does to some extent, but just going through my journals is something I treasure. Just from looking at my handwriting I can tell if I was mad or sad or happy. It's a completely true representation of who I am; I don't have to worry about everyone on the internets reading my deep dark secrets.

Plus, I figured one day someone will want to write my biography. This will make that soooo much easier. You're welcome, future.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

I saw it...and I liked it.

Yeah that's right.

Last Chance Harvey was good.

I didn't know what to expect walking into the theatre; I had high hopes but a big part of me thought it would be super lame. I mean, it was a love story between two old(er) people. Weird. As it progressed, however, I found myself intrigued with the storyline and the acting. (I also figured that the combined age of me and my friend was significantly lower than the average age of everyone else in the theatre).

The movie begins by following two uniquely awkward individuals in their own separate realms. Harvey Shine (Dustin Hoffman) makes his way to London to see his only daughter get married, and in doing so he meets Kate (Emma Thompson), a native who is overwhelmed by her mother (Eileen Atkins) who is constantly calling her because she is worried her daughter will never find love. Once Harvey arrives at the rehearsal dinner for his daughter, things take a turn for the worse when she says she wants her stepfather to give her away at the wedding, not him. At the same time Harvey is worried about his job back in the states and feels his world shattering around him. It is only after Harvey has lost everything when he meets Kate and things begin to change. Harvey and Kate are both openly disappointed at the way their lives have been going but seem to connect as Harvey persistently intrigues Kate with his honesty.

Ok, so the plot doesn't sound too impressive. It's a love story. But it's so much more. The film is focused more on dialogue than anything else, as the cameras follow Harvey and Kate wandering around London discussing their lives. It's the discoveries they make about themselves and the insights they give each other that seem to just make sense. Hoffman and Thompson also do a fine job conveying the emotions their characters are feeling; there were so many points in the movie that I just felt awkward. I felt awkward for the characters and what they said and the events taking place. It made me a little uncomfortable. But it worked.

In conclusion, even old people can fall in love.

Bathroom Reading

I don't know what most people think about reading material in the bathroom. I guess some might think it's gross or weird, and some might think of it as completely normal. I personally prefer to use that time for thinking, not reading.

My parents, however, are avid bathroom readers. They have a basket of books and magazines by their toilet to ensure they will always have something to read. It's not light reading material by any means, either. My dad has books on Judiasm, the History of Egypt, and tons of past issues of the magazine Biblical Archeology Review. Awesome.

The newest addition to this library made me laugh:


I'm glad my dad is using his time wisely for the family's personal protection. Thanks Dad!

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Take Home Chef Wannabe

So once upon a time my friend Jeff and I made up our own little tradition. We called it "Friday Picture" and each Friday we would walk around campus and take a picture with the most awkward/awesome/unique looking individual we could find. It was something I looked forward to every week, and we would constantly surprise ourselves with the kind of people we'd see walking around BYU. A lot of weridos there.

One day we decided to meander through the library to see if there was anyone extra special for our Friday Picture.

Boyyy, did we find that special person!

World, meet Take Home Chef Lookalike.

I saw him and I couldn't believe the similarities. The striking features. The blond, pointy hair. We even found some silverware to make the photo more true to life.

(The real Curtis Stone)

Try to tell me they don't look alike. Just try.

I think the best part of the story is that Jeff's girlfriend at the time (now wife) had dated Take Home Chef-a-like. And we didn't even know it.

Monday, January 26, 2009

Dearest Friends,

I have something to do. It's kind of like a gesture of female empowerment.

Before Saturday, I was part of a sad percentage.

I was one of the 75-80% of women wearing the wrong bra size.

It's not a secret that I am what someone could call voluptuous. I always knew I was special when it came to my DD's, but it really hit me one day.

I was with my friend and we were texting ChaCha, asking them ridiculous questions just to see what they would text back. One of my questions was "What is the average bra size of women in America? I have DD's and sometimes I feel like a freak."

The response: "The average bra size of an American woman is 34B. But over 3% have a DD or larger, so you're not that big of a freak!"

(I in no way know if this is accurate information)

Au contraire, my ChaCha friend.

Turns out I am a bigger freak than I realized. A DDD kind of freak, actually.

I recommend a bra fitting for everyone! It will change your life.

(Too much information?)

Friday, January 23, 2009

I know I know

Its looking a little bit too much like Blake-Mania around here, but it's all for a good cause. Even though Blake himself mocks my movie choices, personal humor, life, and everything else, it is all in good fun.

Right Blake?

Anyways, Mr. Movies needs our help. Mine, yours, and your blog friends.

Here is what you need to do:

Step one: Click HERE. (or any of the other times Blake's name is mentioned in this blog). He reviews most movies so you don't have to see crappy ones (but those are usually the ones I enjoy most). Right now he's seeing like a million movies at Sundance so you can get a sneak peak at whats going on there, and check out his photos of Chris Meloni from Law and Order (I heart Chris):

Step two: Click on the link "LAMB Movie Blog Association" in the left hand column. It only takes like two seconds (promises Blake).

Step three: You can mosey around LAMB if you want-it has lot of different movie review sites. Move quickly to step four.

Step four: Go back to Blake's movie site to read what he has to say. He's usually pretty funny. Well, sometimes he's funny. You won't regret it (unless you are made uncomfortable by what he has to say-but it happens to the best of us)

And that's it. Yeah, super easy. Step one and two are most important.

A million THANKS from me and Blake. And his mom I'm sure. Oh and for sure his sister.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

To India

To all 183 hits from India to my blog, I say welcome. Or:


Please continue coming and let me know if there is anything you want me to talk about!

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Healthy Love

Ok ok you guys need NEED to watch this. And appreciate it.

Oh Mr. Aaron Eckhart. You are a good looking man. And so spiritual.

Turns out seminary videos really are good for your career.

Apples to Apples

This is what my Dad looks like playing Apples to Apples.

He loves that game.

I cried.

Monday, January 19, 2009


I have an unhealthy obsession with Law and Order. We all know this.

Which is why I am so with envy. My friend Blake is a movie addict and is soaking up the Sundance Film Festival like a true fan. I think he's seeing a total of 12 movies during the duration of the festival. Intense, yes.

To date he has been in the same room as three different L&O cast members.

It is at this time I ask the question: Why not me?!

Good thing he is passing along my messages to these peeps.

Don't forget

You Are Remarkable

Love it.
Love each other.
Love yourself.

I love this site. I love its message. Here are some of my favorite quotes from it. Visit it.

the future is bleak, uncertain, beautiful. tomorrow they might come & arrest us all. only if you listen closely can you hear the machines beneath the sidewalk whispering. the machines beneath the sidewalk are always whispering. strive to listen close. please, try to be free. don’t be afraid. the end of the world may never come.
-godspeed you! black emperor.

everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.
- leo tolstoy

to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best - night and day - to make you like everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight - and never stop fighting.
-e.e. cummings

Friday, January 16, 2009

A Little Embarrassed

I'm a little embarrassed that I want to see this movie. I'll let you know how it goes.

Who I Want to be...

...when I grow up:

Rick Steves.

I know some of you are not familiar with this man, so let me explain. He might not be the most attractive middle aged man (that goes to Mr. Clooney) but he is super awesome. Hosting his own travel show for several years now, Rick takes you from your living room around the world, introducing you to the locals and teaching you how to say random phrases in foreign languages. It is my ideal job. Last night I watched his travels in Iran and I fell in love all over again.

Steve, if you're reading this, can I be your understudy/intern? I'd really appreciate it. Thanks.

(Yup. He wins)

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Big Thank You

So I don't go to BYU anymore, (sad/happy about that) but my friends Janthony do. They posted this link up from Tuesday's Devotional and I am sure glad I clicked on it. I am also glad they went to it so that I could find out about it. You two are favorites.

Elder Holland spoke on the New Year and looking forward, not back. It is phenomenal. Click here to read it; once, twice, or a million times.

"Faith is for the future. Faith builds on the past but never longs to stay there. Faith trusts that God has great things in store for each of us and that Christ is the "high priest of good things to come."

Just what I needed to hear.

I'm more excited than ever for what 2009 has in store for me!

And just for kicks, a photo of me and the two who brought me here:


I have an announcement:

I sent in my application to teach in France starting in October.

Now, I debated whether or not I would blog this, as I might regret it if I get rejected, but I figured I'd just lay it all out on the table. (table=blog)

As many of you know, I was thisclose to going to Korea this past fall to do the same. For some reason it wasn't meant to be and I decided to stay around (and work at Target? what was I thinking...)

I feel more confident about going to France, probably because I am more familiar with it. They have a list of the different regions and on the application you pick your top 3. This is my number 1 choice:

A little town called Poitiers. Now, I know what you're thinking:

Why Poitiers? Why now?

Here is why (and proof that I am a huge nerd):
1. It was a central location during the late Medieval period: awesome.
2. One of my favorite historical figures, Eleanor d'Aquitaine, spent some time here.
3. I want to be a Troubadour.
4. There is a pretty high percentage of students here, so there is a possibility I'd make some friends.
5. The theme park Futuroscope is SOO close!! Good memories there.

Wish me luck!
(but not all at once because I don't find out until May)

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Right Now I Love:

1. All of your blogs. They keep me very entertained.

2. American Idol. The first few episodes are soooo funny. And part of me likes to think I could audition and become the next American Idol. I mean, really, how hard is it.

3. New friends

4. Old friends

5. Pretzels

6. Bromance on MTV
Insert: OK ok i had some issues with this show initially. My first impression was that it was super lame and ridiculous and not worth my time. But then I kept watching because Brody might be super hot. Not might be, he just is. And he is so nice in that show. I think I'm falling for him. I hope Lauren Conrad and I can become BFF's on her next random MTV reality show and then I could meet Brody and we could love each other. The end.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Mexican Rodeo Extravaganza!

Saturday night I had the opportunity of awesomeness to go to the Mexican Rodeo here in Denver as part of the National Western Stock show. If you have never been to a stock show, or a rodeo, I highly suggest. They are full of love and adventure and cowboys and hats made out of beer boxes and so many other things. The stock show sells things like horse feeds, cages, fences, tractors, horses, trucks, and even showers. And the guys selling these things are so talented. One of the cowboys selling hats guessed my hat size just by looking at me! Check out that skill!! I was seriously really excited about that. Maybe pathetic.

Don't worry I dressed the part (this is me in the shower):

My friend (who is a real life cowboy and owns spurs and chaps) works for a place that had an exhibit set up for the show, so we got awesome parking. We spent a few hours browsing all the things we'd buy if we were rich: burritos, funnel cakes, and horses. After that the real celebration began.

We made our way to the stadium where the Mexican Rodeo would take place and I looked around in complete awe. There were so many three piece suited Mexican Cowboys with their cowboy boots that curl up like elf shoes. It was heaven.

The rodeo was in both Spanish and English and those Mexican Cowboys really know how to rope! They had a famous Mariachi band performing the whole time, and colorfully dressed dancers and a 9 year old Mexican boy singer and it was spectacular. A definite show. It was much more elaborate and decorated than a regular rodeo. I loved it. LOVED IT. (Plus I really fit in with my outfit. And a bull tried escaping and jumped over/on top of a fence and made a photographer run for her life).

I was also very impressed with the love the Mexican people have for our country. The stadium was mostly Mexicans (Chihuahua represent!) and both the Mexican and American National Anthems were played at the start of the rodeo. First was the Mexican and there were plenty of cheers and celebration. But when the American National Anthem was played, there was an eruption. It was seriously beautiful. There was a unity across the stadium that was so powerful.

I love Mexican Rodeos.

I love America.

Friday, January 9, 2009

Ms. Frizzle

The other day I had a conversation with one of my friends about the digestive system. He had been watching a special on TV about it and threw out a "Did you know that the intestines are 30 feet long?" and I said "Yeah, I remember hearing that"

Then he thought he'd test my digestive system knowledge by asking me to name the eight parts of the system.

I started listing some off and he was responded with a "Wow, you know a lot about the human body for a European Studies major" (ouch?)

And then at that moment in time I realized everything I know I learned from The Magic School Bus.

Seriously, when my friend asked me about the digestive tract, my mind automatically wandered to the episode when Ms. Frizzle took the class on a field trip through Arnolds body to show what happens to food when we eat it.

I love.

Movie Madness

The past two weeks I have seen a significant amount of movies. It could be considered pathetic, but I choose to think I'm just awesome.

Here is one word that describes each movie from my perspective.

Four Christmases: Mediocre

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button: Long

The Spirit: Wackattack

Bedtime Stories: Awesome

Valkyrie: Intense

Yes Man (Thank you Eliot (my fb bf) for reminding me): Enjoyable

My top two from this list: Valkyrie and Bedtime Stories.


Wednesday, January 7, 2009

And while I'm at it

I also admit that I strangely relate to the lyrics written/sung by Taylor Swift.

She's only like 18 and she dated a Jonas Brother.

How does this work? Am I socially stunted?

PS I promise not to make my blog my priest and confess everything all the time. I just had a lot on my mind today.

Another confession

(this isn't about the same subject matter as before)

A lot of the time when I meet people I feel like I know them from somewhere.

A good percentage of the time I realize the only way I know them is that they resemble one of the characters on the classic board game Guess Who?

Does this happen to anyone else?!?!

Tribute to Aaron Neville


Everybody plays
the fool. No exception to
the rule. Listen babe.

Growing up my parents didn't have a ton of CD choices. But they did have Aaron Neville.

Reasons why everyone should listen to Mr. Neville:
1. He has a tattoo of a cross...on his face.
2. He sang "Don't Take Away My Heaven", "Don't Know Much", and "All my Life" (all personal fave's)
3. He made the mole cool before Enrique (found just above his right eyebrow)
4. His voice is awesome and he hits like 50 notes in three seconds.
5. He survived hurricane Katrina
6. The following music video:

Quick follow up-

-and then I promise to switch topics to something a little more pleasant.

So yesterday was day 3 (in showering terms that means i was on my third day since a shower). Usually a day 3 requires a hat to hide any hair imperfections that could be found (i.e. grease, tangles, etc). I picked out one of my finest hats to wear; so today I looked like this:

I didn't think I looked that bad; I mean, its not my best day but it was sufficient.

At the dinner table, my dad sat down and looked at me. The following conversation ensued:

Dad: "Hey Cindy, don't you think you should take your hat off at the table?"
Me: "Dad, I really don't think that is a good idea"
Mom: "Why? Did you take a shower today?"
Me: Confused face, a slight shaking of my head.
Mom: "Well, did you take a shower yesterday?"
Me: A more sly look, a hint of guilt, and a more pronounced head shaking
Dad (looking at me like I'm 'special'): "Well, I'm assuming you're not going out tonight"
Me: "Oh, no, I am"

End conversation.

I appreciate my dads concern, but he should really know better when there are pictures like this circulating the world wide internets:

Align Center*Someone said I resembled Jabba the Hut in this photo. I choose to not acknowledge the accuracy of that statement.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009


Hey that was my first post of 2009!!!


Sorry it took so long.

But looking at it, I feel like it sets the tone for the year.

PPS i feel like my new years was a week long celebration. and i loved it.
this is what i did:

Weddings in San Diego/L.A.
Friends in Boulder
New Years Celebrations-Western style
Lunch in a mountain retreat w/my BFF
The movie Bedtime Stories with my bro
Lots and lots of Mexican Train dominoes. My new addiction.

I confess

In high school I took a shower every day. Even when I had to be at show choir practice at 6:30 am, I would wake up at 6:15 am, hop in, and go.

But ever since then, I've changed my ways. It's a challenge for me to see how long I can go without showering. I know it's disgusting and I probably smell, but I just don't like showering. It's great about every 5 days, but more than that we're calling it extreme.

I don't know when or why this started, but I think it might have been when I moved to the dorms my freshman year and had to share 4 showers with 35 girls. It was just easier to forgo a shower than fight for one. I'm a peacemaker.

Now, I'm sure some of you are wondering how this influences my dating life. One would think "hey, the smelly girl in the corner of the room probably hasn't been asked out for awhile-i wonder why..." I would think the same thing too if I didn't have first hand experience of the opposite.

Yeah, it's true. Not showering has only helped my dating life.

My sophomore year of college (lib square anyone? where dreams come true) I was really relishing the no showering option. I would wake up and ask myself "Do I stay in bed for 15 more minutes, or do I shower?" Answer: bed. The answer should always be bed. Anyways, there was a time when I actually did not shower for 4 days. I was disgusting. I admit it. My hair was all nasty (but i wore a hat so nobody noticed?) and I'm sure I had a tainted scent.

In those 4 days I got asked out on 3 dates.

Now, there could always be the pity factor (oh look at cindy-it's like she doesn't even care about the world anymore-i'll change that for her) but I'd like to think my natural pheromones were just more obvious.

And that is my confession. I should write a book about dating and include this as its own chapter.