Laughter

Last night daddy, Savannah, Adi, Craig and I (after eating at 1800contacts) went to watch the comedian, Brian Regan, in concert at Abravanel Hall in Salt Lake. As expected and hoped for at a comedy show, it was hilarious! That Brian Regan is one funny dude and his humor always makes my family double over in laughter. Only one picture was taken (and the picture is the reason there is a post about this night ...because i like sharing pictures, even if they are a little bit blurry) that night, but its a cutie, so naturally I had to put it up on the ol' blog. 

:) 

love y'all 

The People You Meet

I wasn't going to blog about this story, but I can't stop thinking about it. Its too weird & funny not to share.

And? Its a very fitting Halloween tale.

The other day I was at school in a particularly boring class. I always sit by the same boy in this class and we usually do a pretty good job and keeping each other entertained, but this particular day I guess we weren't doing it for each other because we both started talking to the guy that was on my other side.

At first it was just your typical small-talk. You know, how are you? Whats your name? Whats your major? All that.. 

Then we started talking about jobs.

Where do you work?

I replied - I don't have a job. My friend talked about his job for a second. Then this stranger told us about his job.

"I just work in my cult."

My friend and I both looked at this guy, puzzled. "Your cult?"

Guess what he said? Keep in mind he said this completely seriously...

"Yeah, I'm a vampire."

A vampire. Really? Wow...

Kind of ridiculously awesome, really.

Well, and just ridiculous. 

Apparently they do exist.

I don't know how I didn't see this, before, to be honest. He has fangs, yes, actual fangs and just looks...vampire-y, I guess. Perhaps I just never assumed/guessed he was a vampire because its not every day you meet one! Heck, I didn't know they existed! 

Bahahahahaha. Wow. 

Anyway...

We heard the news that our acquaintance was a vampire and we both knew we could NOT make eye contact with each other or we'd lose it in a laughing-fit. Did you know its really, really hard to keep your composure when a guy is telling you about his cult and the ways of Vampire-ism?

"Then my very un-shy friend asks, "So do you drink blood and stuff?"

The vampire then answered, again, dead serious, "We'll drink our own or each others but we're civil, we're not the kind that go out and attack people for blood."

"Oh."

"Cool."

I mean really, what do you say to that?

At least he wasn't one that attacked, I guess?

To say the least, I felt like I met Edward Cullen that day...I kept waiting {maybe slightly wishing, too} for him to tell me my blood smelled delicious and he wanted it, badly, and then he'd confess to me that he couldn't resist me, etc. 

Guys, he could have been my Edward...I could have been his Bella...Then I would have found a Jacob... 

It could have been cool. Like, real cool. But I guess my blood doesn't entice him enough for us to start living that twisted fairy-tale.

And there you have it.

I know a vampire.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! 

My Momma's Cooler Than Yours

Last night while I was trying to fall asleep I texted my pretty mommy and asked her to tell me a story, so I could fall asleep...

This was the GENIUS story that awesome lady texted me back: {enjoy}

Once there was a slug.

He was very slow.

He wished he knew how to play the flugelhorn.

But he couldn't.

He didn't have lips.

He wished he could tap dance.

But he couldn't.

He didn't have feet.

He wished he could sculpt an amazing statue.

But he couldn't.

He didn't have hands.

He noticed he left behind a disgusting trail of slime.

He decided to start a disgusting slime trail collection.

If only he had a bottle to store it in.

But he didn't.

He was under a log.

And he had only traveled an inch since the sun came up.

THE END

One Mans Trash...

My lovely mother has taken on the challenge of cleaning out our garage. In the process of doing so, she found this old treasure of mine...

So what is this old, dirty feeling, poorly cared for notebook filled with, might you ask?...

Orlando Bloom, duh!! 

I think back in the day I could have very well been his #1 fan. I was unhealthily obsessed with this gorgeous, gorgeous, freaking hot, beautiful, lovely, enchanting man. My room was (literally) covered in pictures of this handsome british fella. When I slowly was fading from my Orlando obsession (wish that never happened...i miss him) I took down all the pictures and taped them into this notebook, because of course I couldn't get rid of them.

This is a Valentine my old neighbor, Austin gave me, one year (: I think his cute momma helped him in choosing which Valentine to send my way!

Yes, I would display/hang up pictures even if I had a million repeats of one picture...I think I have about 30 of this one! (no sarcasm)

Orlando was even gorgeous as a blond, long-haired elf. (even though i never was a Lord of the Rings fan)

Orlando, once, was in a Gap add...This picture is barely larger than my thumb nail. But of course I had to cut it out, hang it and eventually tape in in my Orlando shrine.

My mom keeps telling me to throw it away (its currently sitting on our fireplace) but I just can't get myself to do it! To my mom, it may be trash. But to me, it is my childhood. Like they say, one mans trash is another mans treasure. 

pants..

For the space of about an hour today, I was truly convinced that I was a four-year old.

It was the first day of school for the new semester and my cute mommy drove me to school (thats right-you're never too old to have your momma take you places) but before we went to school, we stopped and got breakfast. I pulled my food out of the bag and a whole bunch of grease spilled onto my cute skinny jeans, followed shortly after by some frosting. (Way to make a 1st impression at school, huh?)

Perfect.

After school, the mommy picked me up and brought my new, adorable puppy, Angus-who is still an untrained puppy. As I was holding him, the little guy decided to go potty all over my lap. Really though, all over!

Great.

We had lunch later, for dessert we had empanadas from Taco Time. Well, those are messy. The sugary stuff on the outside got all over my pants and while eating I managed to have some of the apple-goo flop out onto my lap.

Dandy.

I was just the complete package, today, basically.

As soon as we got home, my pants were off and my mommy kindly washed them for me.

They're clean now. Well, sort of... Grease is not my best friend.

What Do You Call...

Today the ladies in the Walker fam were driving when Adi started telling jokes.

They were your typical made-up-by-a-9-year-old-jokes...

Until she told this one:

"What do you call a person from Toy Story that is really hairy and  something that tastes really bad?"

Any guesses? 

The answer:

"A Woody Wooly Pickle!"

Duh.

My sister is a genius. 

hahahahahahahahahahaha......

just a funny photo...

The girls in the Walker fam recently took a trip down to beautiful St. George (fabulous trip, if you were wondering...)

Here is proof that mom and I really know how to make the most of our time while on vacation!

(yup, both on our phones, lounging in bed)

photo credit: savannah klaire

baby food or baby torture?

Yesterday I was looking through videos on my computer, when I came across this delightful little video. I lol'd. Its stinkin' adorable.

For those of you wondering, this is my cousin, Bea, when she was still a tiny little girl. (fyi: she is almost 3, nowadays.) 

Quite obviously, she did not enjoy that baby food.

Its darling. Enjoy.