Burn, baby, burn!

Oops? My domestic skills continue to amaze me daily.


Festival of Colors

It's that time of year again ... To welcome in Spring by throwing powdered, colored chalk into the air!

It happens here ...

At the Krishna Temple. It is primarily celebrated in India by Hindus and known formerly as Holi. However, here in Utah we are lucky enough to be able to celebrate it as well. In fact, the celebration held in Spanish Fork is the largest Holi Festival of Colors in the entire nation! Isn't the Temple beautiful? I went with my roommates and as tradition goes, you have to have a "before" photo.

P.S. I just ♥ my roommates. ♥ them, I say! There is Claire, Jillian Jiggs, and Stabi. Upon arriving, you stand out like a sore thumb {not gonna lie, I have actually never seen a sore thumb so that tells you how much they really stand out} ... And so immediately people start doing a little of this ...

So we looked a little something like this ... 

And I have been sooo lucky both years I have gone - I have always been splashed with pink first. :) And then a little more of this ...

Which resulted in us looking like this ...

The festival continues to get larger and larger each year. Originally there was one throwing during the day. Last year they did two throwings and this year ... they did throwings every two hours. Saturday and Sunday. Sooo, apparently it is a big deal. Clearly resulting in me being a big deal for being in attendance. Oh-so-fabulous.

P.S. When you blow your nose afterwards, your snot comes out colored. Just sayin'. :)

To read more about the festival, go here.


Three kinds of people ...

Those who can count. And those who cannot.

Jk. :)

1. For those of you who want to know why I feel the way I do about BYU, go here. It is completely respectful, and completely just insight from my experiences. It is not a post hatin' on BYU nor a platform for others to hate on BYU. No gold stars will be awarded for reading it or leaving comments, as I do not want to falsely persuade people to read it. It is just a respectful and genuine perspective of why USU students have ill feelings towards BYU if you honestly want to know.

2. For those of you who want to know if I actually like anything about BYU {and I do}, you can go here. Daren, read as: this.is.for.you! Gold stars will be awarded regularly on this post. :)

3. For everyone else:

Have I told you that I love my job? Because I do.

And in case I haven't clarified, I love my clients.

I wish with all my little heart that I could share pictures of my clients with you and share who they are, because why should I be so blessed to know them and love them without YOU and others being as blessed to know and love them?

Clearly, due to confidentiality reasons, I cannot post photos {I cannot even take photos}, and I cannot tell most of what goes on during my day.

But there are some things I can tell you. And it pleases me that today I will be able to tell you a couple of those things. :)

I wore this shirt the other day:

One of my clients came up to me and touched the sparklies. And he asked, "What's this?"

"Oh, they are ... uh, it's bedazzled. It's bedazzlement."

"Bedazzled," he repeated in his sometimes difficult to understand mumble.

Several hours later when I came back into the room he came to touch it again and said, "Bedazzled."

Hahaha. The teaching moments are endless. :)

Another day I was wearing this:

Another client came up to me on this day and said, "Ohhh, Mindy. Is your back okay?"

Given, I do have back issues. But I was surprised how he knew. "Uhm, yeah, L. It's totally fine. Why?"

Said L, "You have your back brace on."

"Ohhhh! No, no. This is not back brace! It's just ... a cute belt!"

"That you wear to help your back?"

"Err ... No, it's just a cute belt."

"A cute belt ... Huh." He said.

Hahaha! Okay, so one successful teaching moment out of two ... I will take what I can get. :)

Hope your jobs are just as amusing as mine. :)

Does anyone else use pre-dating posts? Meaning you write a blog when you have time, but put the date as a future time so it will nicely post itself at that point in time? Loooove it. :) I cannot tell you how happy it made me when I found this feature. So, today's post was brought to you by the letter M, the number 3.1, and by pre-dating posts. :) If you can tell me where I got that from {brought to you by a letter and a number} you can get 500 gold stars. :)


In a perfect world ...

I would never have to go to the post office.

Or the bank.

Or the pharmacy.

And groceries would magically appear in my cupboards and fridge.

Fried pickles would never burn the top of my mouth.

Hamilton's would never have changed their chicken cordon bleu recipe.

The battery on my phone would never die.

Drinking water would always be chilled.

Tom Welling and John Krasinski would be fighting to the death for my love.

I would know what it feels like to sleep through the entire night.

Angry Mr. Achilles would remember how to play nice.

I would be allowed to wear flip-flops at work.

Every vehicle would have a scan button.

My clean laundry would put itself away.

Every bed in the world would be as comfortable as my bed ... or if not, I would be able to pack my mattress and take it with me. Everywhere.

I would wake up and already be ready for the day.

Deer would be as realistic as unicorns.

My laptop would be pink.

Bernard Lagat and Glenn Beck would be my neighbors.

I would never have to scrape ice off my windshield.

My Aggies would win the national championship in basketball.

I would own sparkly Toms.

Everyone who follows this blog would comment on every post and follow un-anonymously {1,000 gold stars to everyone who already does or starts}.

I would find the yellow cardigan and the black and white thick-striped shirt I have envisioned in my head.

I would stop gagging while brushing my teeth ... and while swallowing pills, and when I smell things that are stinky, or when I think an unhappy thought or when I think about brushing my teeth, swallowing pills, or stinky smells.

Fingernails wouldn't grow or break.

My back and neck would not revolt against their owner.

The dreams about being brutally murdered would cease.

MyEvery house would have AC.

I would own adorably cute peanut butter M&Ms that look like colored Easter eggs with speckles on them.

Oh, wait. I do.

One out of 30 ain't too shabby ...

Oh, wait. It is.

Ho-well. :)

What would be in your perfect world?
{Besides winning the gold star competition, because that goes without saying, and only one of you can ...}


Peace out, FB ...

I had to deactive my Facebook account this week.

Because I cannot hold my tongue.

For example, in Sunday School yesterday when the teacher asked, "Did anyone have any missionary moments this week?"

I responded with, "Well, JF did play basketball last night."

For anyone wondering, it will be reactivated when the idol worship mania is over.

Oops. Did I just do it again?


But besides this current post, I will hold my tongue here. So feel free to continue to stop by. :)

{But in all honesty, when people jokingly or not, replace the Lord's with his, everyone really has to start thinking about what is going on here.}

Annnnnd, look! I updated gold stars! The new winner will be announced in APRIL! Hurry! Quick! Get as many gold stars are you can! From now until April 6th, each comment is worth 100 stars!


Heart's desire ...

I have a lot of desires of my heart ...

Such as, I desire to be Glenn Beck's neighbor.

And I desire for my Aggies to win the NCAA championship one day.

Oh, and I desire to go on a Mediterranean cruise.

But mostly, I desire to be a wife.

And a mother.

I have a couple that I love and adore who know more than a little bit about that last one. And because I know how they feel {in a roundabout way}, I want to spread the word.

I have known Cami and Geoff for three years. The things I love most about them is the way they love each other and the way they love others. Their ability to love and care for their child that will be placed in their home will be second to none.

If you know of anyone who is considering placing their baby in a home, please keep them in mind and feel free to send them to their adoption profile. Please feel free to direct anyone to their profile that comes to your mind.

Thank you, friends. You are the best.


The day 20,000 bouncy balls fell from the sky ...

It has been Geek Week here at Utah State University.

What does this all entail?

I am not quite sure.

However, it did entail a science experiment of dropping 20,000 bouncy balls from a helicopter.

What was the experiment?

I am not quite sure.

But I do know that it happened to be a world record. Which, of course it is, why would anyone ever drop that many bouncy balls from a helicopter?

Naturally, this peaked my interest.

Oh, and the interest of my roommates too.

P.s. It was St. Patrick's Day.

We waited and waited ... for what seemed like my entire life. And then we heard it ...

And then?

And as the final bouncy balls began to drop, as expected, mass pandemonium erupted as the bystanders attempted to retrieve a souvenir.

By the time we made any effort to get one {partially just to watch the crasiness ensue, partially to avoid being trampled to death}, there were none left.

I felt sad.

But then I saw people carrying buckets of them!

Buckets I say!

And as I walked past them, in my best sad voice I said out loud, "If people have more than one, they should share," accompanied with a pout.

A girl heard the sorrow in my voice and with overriden guilt she said to me, "You guys can have one of mine."

She handed us each one.

And I was happy.

But then I realized there were two kinds of bouncy balls: ugly ones and pink ones.

Guess which kind ours were?

I saw two people with about 20 bouncy balls who each had PINK ones.

I couldn't help myself, "Oooh! Can I trade this one for that pink one?"

And guess who was rejected? Twice.

But another girl heard my pleas and said, "I have some pink ones."

She failed to mention they were pink sparkly ones!

Oh, and a cute aqua sparkly one too!

And even though the photograph doesn't show this ... I was happy.

And did I mention at this point we ran into our other roommate and her BF. Which, I don't know if they are official or not, so keep it on the DL, mm-k? I won't tell anyone if you don't tell anyone.

And guess what?

I was happy.

So, moral of the story?

If you ever get the chance to watch 20,000 bouncy balls fall from the sky - do it.

And you will be happy.

That's all.

Wait, I lied. That is not all. I received my bungee-jumping photos in the mail. I added them to the post below.

And that is all. :)


The jump ...

I 'spose I didn't give a detailed-enough account of my bungee-jump. Soooo, here is that detailed-enough account. :)

I called in advance to make an appointment, as I didn't want to miss out on the opportunity to do it in case they were booked. The woman on the phone went through a list of questions. Something along the lines of if I had neck or back problems {I may have fibbed and said no}, if I would meet the weight requirement of 285 {with an 80 pound harness on me}, if I was pregnant, if I had heart problems, and maybe a few other questions. I really like how they throw in all the requirements at one time so if you have to say yes, they don't know which one you are saying yes to. I almost feel like it is directly related to the weight question ... but that was just my opinion. They then asked if there was any physical or mental ailment that would hinder me from being able to jump? No, ma'am. I am mentally stable {enough} to jump.

When I was telling someone about the requirements they said, "And you meet the weight requirement?"

Pray tell ... When did I start looking like I weighed 285 pounds?? {Which is interestingly enough because I was asked to join someone's Biggest Loser competition on FB simply because I said it sounded like fun. When did I start looking like I needed to be in a Biggest Loser competition?} :)

When I arrived at the check-in location at the Stratosphere they had live video of people jumping. It was then I realized it was no bungee at all. No, no. It was more like a controlled, vertical zip-line. Right then and there 87.6% of the fears I had vanished. {I was concerned about the cord making a noose around my neck, unsure about how the jerk would feel once the cord had extended to its maximum length and I was pulled back, and I wondered if they would have to pull me all the way back up or if I would be descended to the ground}.

Sooo, they suited me up in essentially a super hero costume, minus the cape and super powers. Oh, and as previously mentioned, when the harness was placed on me, the suit was about four or five inches from my shoes. I.looked.awesome.

They also had to weigh me. Which, I nicely told them to ensure I didn't know the weight {I figure if I don't know how much I weigh, I cannot worry about how much I weigh. Good Great theory, no?}. They said they wouldn't tell me, but they did have to put my weight down on my wrist in permanent marker. Excellent. At least the sleeves of my suit weren't too short. :)

You are then trekked through parts of the hotel to get to the elevator that get you to the 108th floor {855 feet above the ground}. At the 108th floor it is hecka.hot. Sun was coming in the entirely window-walled floor, jump suit on, nerves starting to go when you actually see how high up you are.

I went up with four people, none of which I knew. There was a talkative British man there. He questioned why I was in Vegas and why I had an A tattoo on my face. Ah, a chance to talk about my Aggies. :)

There is a bar/restaurant up top {that jumpers can request to get a drink from before they jump}. And there are about one kjillion well-wishers just watching jump after jump. Their nervousness for me made me nervous!

As it was my turn to jump they opened a door to a locked-down room. It has two doors. The entrance and then the door that opens to the jump. The door to the jump cannot open while the other door is opened, as a safety precaution. Once inside they look at your weight on your wrist to adjust the cord. They also check to make sure your shoes are on tight enough.

This is me in the lockdown room.

And my favorite part is this: two people check everything. My biggest concern was that someone might make a mistake in the way I was harnessed in or the way I was connected to the cord. So when multiple people continued to check the same things, it made me a little less nervous.

As soon as the opened the jump door is when I got really nervous. Beyond popular belief, and even though I have jumped out of an airplane 13,000 feet above the ground, I am terrified of heights. Terrified. I held onto the bars for dear life as the final precautions were being taken. There was a moment where I thought I could have passed out. No lie.

{Here I am right before I step to the ledge! This photo and the one in the lockdown room are the only ones I received in my photo package. Frown.}

"Okay, now you are going to put your toes over the ledge and when I say 'go' you will jump. One. Two. Three. Go!"

And that was that. I jumped. The fall part is absolutely fantastic. The fear and nervousness left immediately after taking that leap. Seeing the edge and taking that leap is the worst part of it all, the rest is just thrilling.

Once you are about 40 feet from the ground they start slowing you down and you actually land on the ground, where friends and family await you.

My other favorite part, which I didn't actually get to be a part of, is how they kept your friends/family involved. There was no way anyone could identify who was jumping because it's just too high up. But while I am up in that little room being double checked they announce below, "Mindy is jumping in four minutes" ... "Mindy is jumping in two minutes" ... "Mindy is jumping in four seconds!" So people who came to watch me would know when I was coming.

It was a wonderful experience. I am still bummed that the photos shown on the website are misleading, leaving you to believe that photos will actually be taken during your fall. When I do get my photos, there will be one of me in the lock-down room and one of me on the ledge. And that's it. There is a video of it, but of the one minute and nine seconds of it, most of it is just watching the girl do the final strapping of my harness. I then do a pathetic jump off and with no sound you cannot even hear my screams.

So, my suggestion may be not to get the photos {weird coming from me because not getting photos while skydiving is my biggest regret} ... but anyone up for a thrill, totally do it. Totally worth the entire experience. Looooved it. And if you can muster up enough guts to do it, it will be worth it to you too. :)

Oh, and you better believe immediately following my jump I first put my flower headband back in, my flip-flops back on and then made a mad dash to the bathroom - to wash off the weight on my wrist {without ever looking at it}. :)

Is that a better recap, Erica? :)

P.S. Aggies. Thursday night. 7:57pm. Word.


Las Vegas

Did ya hear?

My Aggies are WAC champions! And, they are goin' dancin' ... But I have a pretty penny betting that you already knew that.

Style and I headed to St. George in the middle of last week to meet up with my brother, his wife, my mama, my lil' sister, and my youngest nephew.

Wednesday and Thursday were pretty chill. We ate at In-N-Out {twice} and one of my new favorite restaurants, Casa Dona Maria. Angry Mr. Achilles and I attempted to run {it's hard to think that just over two miles at 10-minute pace is a real run}, I did a lot of my physical therapy exercises for angry Mr. Achilles, read and watched some basketball on TV. If I did anything else in St. George, I clearly have forgotten what it was.

Oh, false.

We played at the park too.

I love that eight-year-old turd. Yes, he is a turd. Yes, YOU are a turd {he reads this blog}. He's a turd because sometimes it's sooo difficult to get a photo of him, as pictured above. But I sure love that turd. :)

On Friday we headed to Vegas to watch our Aggies play. We played San Jose State. And won. And we were happy:

I was happy not only because my Aggies won, but also because I loved my A tat. AND, I was wearing my Hello Kitty, Hello Aggies t-shirt.

After our game we stayed to watch who we'd be playing the following day for the championship game. Naturally, I had some thoughts during the game ...
This wasn't announced or anything, but I am pretty sure the New Mexico State University dance squad is accepting donations ...

So that by the 2011-2012 season they can have both sleeves on their uniforms.

Speaking of uniforms ...

Call me crasy, but I thought the concept/definition of a uniform was something along the lines of: consistent, identical, without variation in detail, etc. Clearly, NMSU and I do not have uniforming definitions of the word uniform. Just sayin'.

Then there is my second least favorite mascot in our conference.

This donkey err ... Bronco. But the donkey is in no comparison as bad as my most least favorite mascot in our conference ...

Spastic Pistol Pete. It's really difficult to get a photo of him, as pictured above left. Haha, I am kinda amused by that. I am not quite sure why. :) I am also amused by this fiasco.

Then, the Boise band. It made me long for Mondays at EFY. Polos. Khakis. Perfection. :)

And lastly from Friday night ... If you were ever wondering what your child would look like dressed as a banana at a basketball game, here's an idea:

The following day I decided to jump off this building:

Yes, the Stratosphere. 850-something feet above the ground 108 stories high. Unfortunately, there was malfunction with their camera, so I have yet to receive my photos. Unfortunately times two, I realized that they don't actually take pictures while you are descending. They only take pictures up at the top. Pff.

Anywhoot, my amasing sister-in-law did take a few photos. With the first one, see if you can see me! Look closely!

And, yes, my pants indicate high-waters a-comin'! :)

After my death-defying adventure we headed over to Serendipity {kinda a famous restaurant in Vegas and NYC}. We ate massive sandwiches like this one:

And had ice cream sundaes larger than our heads!

P.S. Now would be an appropriate time to inform you that yes, I did have ice cream every day while I was on vacay. And it was wonderful.

After dinner it was time for the championship game -Utah State vs. Boise State!

Now would be an appropriate time to tell you two things: 1. There were 13 filled sections in the arena. 12 of those sections were filled with USU fans. And for all of you mathematicians out there, that leaves us with one section for Boise State fans.

This is a Boise State student section:

And this is a Utah State student section:

Oh, and guess who showed up again?

The banana child! He clearly turned tides going from a BSU fan Friday to a USU fan by Saturday. Smart choice, BC. Smart choice.

And my favorite sign:

As the game drew to a close the student sections began to leave their seats and crowd near the court. My nephew asked, "What are they doing?"

Mindy: They are going to rush the court.

Nephew 2: I want to go down there.

Mindy: You want to rush the court?

Nephew 2: Yes.

Mindy: What the heck.

So, for the first time in my long-legged life ... I rushed the court. With my eight-year-old nephew. I did my best to protect his little life in the pandemonium.

Can you find us?

And celebration ensues ...

My favorite photo of the night:

So.stinkin.cute. No?

Oh, I love Stew. And I love Tai. And I love my Aggies. And I loved watching them win the tournament. And I love that I will seem them dancin' on Thursday night against Kansas State at 7:57pm. :)


P.S. 500 gold stars if you read the entire post. :) And, just so you know: BYU had their tournament in Vegas too. I saw about one kjillion BYU fans while there. And at one point in time these words actually came out of my mouth to a BYU fan, "Good luck tonight" accompanied with a genuine, non-sarcastic smile. Just sayin'.
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