Fordpride

And by saddle I mean cast/crutches/self-pity for the next few weeks. (this is going to be a blog post about my feet, just fyi (and what I say when i'm on drugs)...so you don't have to read it. but you should. also this is being written just a few minutes after taking percocet. nbd.) Thats right, this is the first blog of a new girl. The first blog from a bunionless Cindy. I've never been bunionless before. I haven't been sure how I should approach the new me...do I embrace it or try to hold on to what I've known my whole life? I fear I can't do that, though, because I am new. Reborn, as it were. This picture doesn't do the right foot justice in its rebirth. On my right foot (from henceforth known as Paul Bunyon), my big toe and second toe are now not permanently touching (as one can see on the left foot (Babe the Blue Ox)). My toe is significantly straighter and I get a sweet scar to show for it! I'm so lucky. As of yesterday, Babe the Blue O...

Working for BYU has a couple perks. And only sometimes. But last week I was happy to have one perk...getting out of work early because of Commencement! Bam!! That 2:30 pm looked so good to me, you have no idea. To celebrate, we went to the ZOO! Also this would be a perfect time to say that we are in our 20's...we are adults. But sometimes you just want to go to the zoo. We each picked an animal to channel in our clothing options. Andy-wolf. Rachel-shark. Jill and Janna-zebra. Sam-wolf. We so excited...we so excited! Janna and Jill make a lovely zebra couple, don't you think? I rather enjoyed the monkeys. Even the one that hit the glass because it didn't like Jill staring at it. And the one that ate its own vomit...ok not that one. It was gross. Boat= George Washington Crossing the Delaware. Always. And here we are dancing. Yeah, it was a good day.

My BFF Todd made an appearance in the great state of Utah this past week. Not gonna lie, its just what I needed in my life. He's just so darn cute! Of course, as always, our first stop was Beto's. And, as always, it destroyed my insides in a way no other food can. Also, the Beto's employee at the time and I had quite a personal exchange. As in most Mexican eateries, there was Spanish music playing in the background. So when I was walking up to the counter to order, I had a little dance in my step. The guy looked at me with a huge grin and asked "You like this kind of music?". I replied, "I don't like it...I love it, how could I not? Do you like this music?" Him: "I'm Hispanic...of course I like this music" So true to his history, that man. Then for the duration of my time spent there, every time I looked around, he was there, staring at me, with that big smile on his face. Even as I got in the car, he was gazing out the window...

Last week was weirdly busy. It was full of goodness and fun and fantasticness and I loved every moment of it. It also made me foreal tired and sleep deprived and I haven't quite caught up yet. But before I get started on describing all the cool things I did last week, I need to confess something. It is something that has been difficult for me to come to terms with. It involves someone...someone unexpected and beautiful and full of life and wonderful. Our affair started with an introduction, as most do. I'll be honest. He had been talked up quite a bit before we even met. I knew he was someone special, but then when I met him, my dreams quickly became my reality. Enter Rob...aka Cupcake Rob Rob is the epitome of grace and humility, not to mention toned, muscular, and comparable to a Greek god. And he looks real good holding a cupcake. And I look real good holding him. I promise you...if you go to the Chocolate in Orem, you won't be disappointed...and I'm not just...

I drove my little bro Kris back to Colorado from Idaho this past weekend. He seemed to have a pretty good semester, in case you were wondering. Love me some college times. It was an awesome drive minus being pulled over twice, one speeding ticket, some snowstorms, a night in Evanston, and drinking my first ever energy drink (yuck). However, we did survive. In perfect timing to see this kid off to Prom. Doesn't he just look so rico suave ? I thought so. LEGIT. (also, his mission papers are in! he's growing up so fast...just yesterday he was stealing all my thunder) Then the rest of us went to eat. We probably shouldn't go out in public? No, no we should. FORDPRIDE.

I called my dentist today to ask about a special they're having. I did this while I was getting my oil changed. I felt weird. But also a little bit awesome. Like I do adult things. I need to get a haircut and I'm stuck trying to decide what to do! To appease my desire for change, and being inspired by the short-lived style sported by Janna (shout out!), I've been parting my hair down the middle. The butt-cut as some call it. Anyways, when I wear my 70's thrifted dresses I feel legit. Like I should be at Woodstock and/or doing scandalous things...And I kinda like that. I NEED YOUR HAIR HELP PLEASE. Deciding my next hair move (not with scandalous things). (hippie) I'm writing a rap about Celebrity Apprentice. Its going to be awesome. I've really been missing my boys in Korea. It's a little bit sad knowing I'll probably never see them again. Or, a lot sad. I don't know about you, but baseball season gets me real excited! Mostly because this guy is comin...

Also, same friend found this most excellent cartoon. It comes from a Korean (yay!) newspaper. And it describes the Brandon Davies situation perfectly. They know whats up.

Check this out: Justin Bieber's face photoshopped into random pictures. Fantastic. found HERE

Growing up, we had a sweet dentist. He was a member of our church and so we were familiar with him outside of the scary chair, so it made our visits less painful. I remember that I was also best friends with the receptionist and she let me color every time I came for a check up. And then we always went out to ice cream afterwards. Yeah, those were good times. Then in high school we had a different dentist. She was yucky. A bit older, a bit harder to understand, a bit more foreign. She was not ideal. I referred to her as the Russian because terrified me. She gave me a root canal. I hated her. I only went to the dentist once in college. No memories of that man. And now, I have stumbled upon the best dentist known to mankind. I seriously love going to the dentist, because it means I'll hang out with my friends while they fix my teeth. And we'll joke and laugh and just be happy...because we're together. Last time I went in, I walked into the back and the dentist an...

I may or may not... Oh wait. I MAY Be obsessed with this song. Already. Quelle surprise.

I know some foreal talented people. And because of their talents, I am benefiting. SUCKAS Last night included a free yoga class taught by the B.Rae herself. Me and her go way back, and we may or may not have even traveled around Europe together. Anyways, now she's all yoga master and is opening her own studio . If you're in the Provo area and want to get your butt kicked, go to her class. Its pretty awesome/intense. A couple months ago we got together and were talking about all the things we wanted to accomplish this year (we really like goals) and I'm super impressed that she's making this happen. Props to anyone putting themselves out there. Its tough but mostly worth it. And I still hurt from last night. Then tonight! My dear friend Matt, whom I met on the first day of freshman year of college, had a performance. He plays the tuba. He loves the tuba. I've never actually met anyone who loves the tuba as much as this kid. And he's good. (circa 2007...Reno) Thro...