Thursday, December 16, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
So I promise that I was doing homework, but one thing led to another and I found myself reading about my Chinese Zodiac, seriously I was doing homework. Anyway, this thing kind of scared me because it was dead on. I emphasized some important things, but really I had to hold back because most of it is ME! Read if you please:
Occupying the 5th position in the Chinese Zodiac, the Dragon is the mightiest of the signs. Dragons symbolize such character traits as dominance and ambition (quiet). Dragons prefer to live by their own rules and if left on their own, are usually successful. They’re driven, unafraid of challenges, and willing to take risks. They’re passionate in all they do and they do things in grand fashion. Unfortunately, this passion and enthusiasm can leave Dragons feeling exhausted and interestingly, unfulfilled(sometimes).
While Dragons frequently help others, rarely will they ask for help (Rachel knows). Others are attracted to Dragons, especially their colorful personalities, but deep down, Dragons prefer to be alone. Perhaps that is because they’re most successful when working alone. Their preference to be alone can come across as arrogance or conceitedness, but these qualities aren’t applicable(also not applicable is depression). Dragons have tempers that can flare fast!
Considering their hard-working nature, Dragons are healthy overall. They do get stressed and suffer from periodic tension/headaches, likely because they take so many risks. Dragons could benefit from incorporating mild activity into their lives. Yoga or walking would be good as these activities can work both their minds and their bodies.
Dragons prefer leading to being led. Jobs that allow them to express their creativity are good choices. Some good careers include: inventor, manager, computer analyst, lawyer, engineer, architect, broker, and sales person.
Dragons will give into love, but won’t give up their independence. Because they have quick, sometimes vengeful tempers, their partners need to be tough-skinned. Dragons enjoy others who are intriguing, and when they find the right partners, they’ll usually commit to that person for life.
Earth Dragons – Years 1928 and 1988
More rooted in the ground, Earth Dragons make better decisions because they act more rationally. Earth Dragons are level-headed and able to control their behaviors. They’re more supportive of others, but they prefer being admired by others.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
Grant Lyle! He was held quite a bit.
Right before we left we took some pictures in front of this awesome cornfield that is literally 10 feet from their house. This is the only picture where Sac's face looks remotely normal. (Let's pray that there is shade on her wedding day.) Just after this picture was taken we dared Liz to taste the corn. It's for animals, ask her how she liked it.
Friday, October 1, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
"Ado, I wish you liking"
"Necessity is the mother of invention"
"Such a good blog, see later how to do ah"
"you always know the right thing to say!"-I especially love this one
"Death is sad, but even more sad to live unhappy"
I continue to play around with the idea of making my blog private, but who doesn't want their own personal fortune cookie writers?
Recently Sac related to me her side of a series of fiascoes in our apartment. From her room she could easily hear the conversations in the bathroom that I shared with Linx. One day while sitting in her room she hears something along these lines:
Me: "Why is my toothbrush wet?".
Linx: "That's my toothbrush."
Me: "No it's not."
Linx: "Yes it is."
Me: "NO IT'S NOT!"
A few weeks later:
Me: "Linx, why do you always put my loofah on the ground?!"
Linx: "That's my loofah."
Me: "No, it's mine."
Linx: "I KNOW that that is my loofah."
Me: "NO IT'S NOT!"
Then about a month ago I go to brush my teeth and AGAIN find it moist and CLEARLY recently used. I text Linx "I hate you". I similar conversation as those above occurs. That night Liz gives me a new toothbrush and I move anything related to my teeth into Liz's bathroom.
Things were going smoothly until last night. I'm brushing my teeth and as I spit my eye catches the toothbrush holder. What's this?! My toothbrush is in there. This can only mean one thing. I HAVE USED LIZ'S TOOTHBRUSH! She's in the loft. I crawl up the stairs. Defeated. Lift the toothbrush in surrender and tell her the news. The irony is too much to handle.
However, while Linx is still using my toothbrush, I boiled Liz's and returned it to it's home.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Normally birthdays are no big deal, but for some reason 22 made me feel weird. Maybe it was just a general lack of sleep. Maybe it's because I should be a grown up now and I'm still a kid. OR Maybe it's because all I ate was 3 cinnamon rolls and in 'n out that day. Whatever it is, I feel weird.
Things I googled today:
1. Curds and whey. It is in fact just cottage cheese. I had NO idea.
2. The Jingle Cats. One of the original members of the band was named BINKY! Coincidence? I think not.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Sac and I have spent our college experience living together, except when we were both in different countries. Our freshman year we discovered that we were beginning to morph into each other. The first time this happened we realized, in class, that although we got ready separately and walked to campus separately, we were in fact wearing the same thing.
In later years it became apparent that even the clothes under our clothes were the same...This year I walked into SAC's room and she was absolutely SHOCKED. I had no idea why...
(Come back to me Sac!)
This next instance just kills me. First, my nieces chase a goose at a park over Thanksgiving weekend.
Second, Linx chases a bird in a park in Brisbane, Australia. (she's 16 years older than Corinne and 19 years older than Milly)
This may be my favorite. First, Liz finally finding a place to pay it forward after some woman in Australia gave her back one more dollar than she was supposed to.
Cory. After winning a contest at the Halloween dance and getting two free movie tickets. Note: the girl he won them for didn't want anything to do with a banana.
Last but not least. Linx, triumphant after catching a shrimp in her mouth.
Monday, May 24, 2010
I thought it was over once I left high school and began attending the Whitest University in the U.S. But alas, they have followed me. Thank you Asians for reading and commenting on my blog. I have no idea who you are, and most of the time I don't know what you're saying, but it's about time you were acknowledged. Someday I'd like to know who you all are and why/how you find my blog interesting. Am I in fact famous in China!? Don't tell me yet. Let's keep the secret alive because really, I'm probably being used in some SEO scheme.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Linx and I were big gamblers. We both lost a dollar in these penny slots. They were highly advanced and I had no idea what I was doing. I also got totally jipped and got a slot where you couldn't even pull the handle. This picture isn't even good, but the crazy man that took it kept saying. "Oh anytime. Anytime you want a picture I'll take it." As if we would just see him around again.The next day involved A LOT of walking and more shopping, eating, and exploring. Oh and the crazy rides on top of the Stratosphere. I don't have the pictures of that, but watching Liz and Rachel cry was worth every minute!!
Finding the Precious Slut 4 was an unexpected tender mercy.I never felt uncomfortable on the strip, but hanging out on Fremont Street was almost too much for me. That's where all of the hicks hang out. Good thing it had ridiculous deep-fried items to redeem itself.
Well to wrap it up. I almost killed everyone on our drive back to St. George because it was raining and I don't know how to drive cars that don't have automatic lights. But everything worked out fine. We had a wonderful and absolutely hilarious time. And yes, I love Vegas, to the dismay of my mother.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Ever since I have known Liz she has put in minimum effort for maximum results in school. Oftentimes I have wondered if my brain is in fact as awesome as hers, but I've always been too scared to test it out. For my entire schooling career I've worked pretty hard in every class. Then comes last semester, and I realize that I can't get everything done, so I've got to slack off in at least one class. I had to take Family Finance, my last required class to finish my HFL degree. I was very bitter about this, having already taken a personal finance class. To add to my bitterness, I absolutely disliked the teacher. The first day of class produced nonstop laughs from over 100 of my classmates while Cory and I sat in awe, trying to figure out why they thought it was funny. Cory dropped the class, realizing that he already knew how to stay out of debt(by selling his electronics) and I was left to suffer alone. I was pretty stable for the first several weeks and then I got 100% on the first test. That's when it hit me. I'm going to be Liz in Family Finance. My attendance dropped to about 30%. I barely studied for the second test and got an 80%. Pulled out a 96% on the final. And a A in the class. Family Finance Liz-style was relaxed, easy, and a little dangerous. I loved every minute of it.
Thank you Liz for being an inspiration in my life. She is now helping me get back to high school Emily, by training me to sleep through her 6 daily snoozes. You're the best!
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
My life this evening:
I MADE IT!
I don't want to really call myself a procrastinator because I feel like I worked my butt off all semester. Okay, maybe not that week that I saw 5 movies at the dollar theater. And yet, somehow I was left with a whole lot to do this past week. But as usual I pulled it off, with flying colors, if I do say so myself.
I have this great fear that life continues to get more busy and stressful the older you get, but somehow you can just handle more. Exhibit A: My parents. My Dad often hints that this is the truth, but he's still not giving me the full story so that I won't put off finishing school any longer than I already have!
I definitely know that I can handle a lot more stress now than say, high school, or even a couple of years ago. I was just waiting for the break down this week. The point where I am "100% positive" that I can't finish everything-an unacceptable realization for a Baird child. The tears never came, but there was one point where I completely lost it. Allow me to set the scene:
Monday night at 9:00 pm. I have been making books for the majority of the past three days. I'm finishing up my final book while watching How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. I arrive at the LAST STEP! and reach in my backpack for my salmon colored waxed linen thread that I had so responsibly purchased days before so as to avoid yet another fiasco buying materials at the more-often-than-not closed BYU stock room. But alas, where is my thread? This one piece of thread is what holds my book together. I begin calmly searching through my bag and then within minutes panic has set in. I miss the part in the movie where they finally stop being dumb and fall in love over a card game(what a perfect scenario). I'm tearing apart the house. It is nowhere to be found. Did I mention my book is due the next day, and I have another final in the morning, and again, who even knows when that dang stock room will be open. I begin praying, for thread. God must be laughing at me but immediately I know I have to go to the bookbinding studio. It has been my second home lately, so why not tear it apart as well?
It's now 9:45. I pull up to the scary warehouse to find a dozen cars in the parking lot. See, some people procrastinate more than I do. I walk in to find half my class hard a work. Normally, I would just snoop around and try not to draw attention to myself. But this was it, the break down. I walk into the room, mumble hello to some kid and then something takes over my body, I stop in the middle of the room, and quite loudly announce that I have something to say to everyone. They all pause and turn to look at me. I was like a movie. "Has anyone seen salmon waxed linen thread?" Without a word, about three people point to the corner of the room, where my beloved thread is on a table.
People said things to me but I was so happy that I don't remember what I said back. Thread has never looked so good.
The other day my boss said to me: "You poor art students." I accept that sympathy. But I love it! This semester was so hard, but so rewarding. Next week I'm onto the next adventure....computers. Wish me luck!
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Upon returning from the gym last night, Linx and I sat down to a smorgasbord of food(cue Templeton). I'd venture to say that there were probably 5 small meals consumed between the two of us, one of hers being Top Ramen. note: She has recently converted from Chicken to Chili flavor, which is upsetting but also a little refreshing. This is when something that has been bothering me for quite a while was brought to the table. Why do I call it "Top Ramen"? The package just says Ramen and "Top" isn't a thing. I think I first realized that people were calling it something else when I moved up here, so is it an Arizona thing? My family? My friends? Then went out the mass text.
The results. 4 people called it just "Ramen". 4 "Ramen Noodles". and 9 "Top Ramen". At first the only people who called it "Ramen Noodles" were from the East so I really thought I was onto something, but with more surveying that night, a couple of westerners ruined that theory. But those two are weird, so I will keep investigating that. The one thing that I am sure about is that all the members of the Tic-Tac-Toe club were adamant Top Rameners (except for Linx whose college life has confused her). This isn't surprising considering the amount of time we spent together.
Anyway, Linx jumped on the computer to figure out what was going. Here's what we've found. A. I'm not the only one with this question bc there is a whole chat on yahoo about the issue. B. The brand Nissin calls their ramen Top Ramen, hence the "Top". And don't worry, my source on yahoo answers is legit. "Supermum" says: "I've known and eaten this product since it first came out on the market." Turns out that everyone is also convinced that Nissin's Top Ramen is just a little bit tastier and has thicker noodles. However, it is more expensive so you can be sure that I've been eating Maruchan for years now.
As for why I call all ramen "Top Ramen" and never realized that that wasn't really what it was called? Unsolved Mystery(like the show I watched religiously while I ate Top Ramen). Nissin didn't start calling it "Top Ramen" until 2000, well after I had memorized the recipe and mastered the understanding of the perfect noodle texture. Both Nissin and the cheaper Maruchan are produced in California, thus shooting down my East vs. West theory. Maybe it's just because I'm from Scottsdale so we splurged the extra 10 cents and went for Top Ramen.
If you think this whole thing is ridiculous then let me tell you that a poll showed that the Chinese believe that Ramen is their MOST important invention. That's above the cd, and some other awesome things that I can't remember. That would have sounded more legit if I could have found the source again.
Let the research continue. In the meantime I'm going to make this Ramen Pizza recipe that I stumbled upon.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
I was happy that Linx entered as an illegal/"rogue" competitor. Her body has the ability to sustain a lot more grease and cartilage than my own. She was Cody's true rival in this game. However, if she wouldn't have been there, I could have respectfully withdrawn much sooner and saved myself a lot of pain.
Last night was bad. I was like a snake that had just eaten a large animal and you could see it just sitting there waiting to be digested. No position was comfortable. Linx and I tossed and turned in between drinking as much water as possible. The salt intake was horrendous. It's 10:24 am. I have no intention of eating any food today, I feel no hunger. I am SO THIRSTY and my mouth feels like when you eat too much pineapple-I know this feeling all too well.
Worth it? Yes. I got to wear a bib. So many outrageous things were said and done. And so many good friends were there. I love them. And most importantly, I have a legitimate reason to never eat at Winger's again.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Still not sure what's going on? Allow me to continue. This problem has slowly surfaced this year with men. On several occasions I have answered the door when a guy has come to pick up Linx for a date. We all know the two reasons for this: #1a. If possible you should never open the door yourself for a date and #2b. Your friends need as much face time as possible in order to form an opinion. Linx is continuously frustrated with me when she returns and asks me "Do you think he's cute?" And honestly I have no response...I can't remember what he looks like! The other night I hung out with her and a guy in the loft for a good hour. The next day she asked me what I thought about his looks. She wasn't even surprised when I told her I wasn't sure what he looked like. It was dark okay!
Low lighting, hats, short amounts of time, lots of pressure to form an opinion. All of these things cause me to freak out and forget that I should be looking them in the face! But then I had a realization that was down right scary. I went on a date with a kid last weekend. I had previously spent a lot of time with him pre-date. We spent about 7 hours together on the date, just the two of us. For a good hour I was even sitting across from him looking at his face, deep in conversation. It was only dark for about half of the time. The other day, after suspecting I had a problem, I tried to imagine what he looked like in my head. I HAVE NO IDEA. Part of the problem is that he reminds me of someone, so I can only imagine what that guy looks like. I confessed this to Linx. She rolled her eyes. Apparently it shouldn't matter that he was wearing a hat.
Friday, March 5, 2010
A couple of weeks ago Linx and Andrew came running into the apartment with news of a naked woman outside. Of course we turned off the lights, opened the window and enjoyed the show. Two guys were walking down the street in suits, at midnight on a Friday night I might add, and one of them had given the naked woman his jacket. When I tuned in the police had been called and all that could be seen were her white legs. The boys left and let the police take care of business. We watched for probably ten minutes as Naked Woman pranced around dodging the police. They obviously didn't want to touch her, she is crazy after all, so they kept their distance and followed her time and time again as she skipped around the house next door to hers. She was trying to convince them that it was hers, but everyone involved knew exactly where she came from. Finally they coaxed her inside the drug house at which point the boys returned, and said suit jacket was returned. We laughed as they walked home, the kid carrying his jacket with two fingers and extended away from his body.
Fast forward to last night. Sac and I returned from a movie and noticed FIVE police cars across the street. PERFECT. We alerted Linx and positioned ourselves by the kitchen window. At first things were pretty boring, just talking on the front porch. Finally, the cops busted out some handcuffs and awkwardly arrested a man. They stood on the sidewalk for a long time patting him down before they popped him into the back of one of the cars. Then another cop opened the back of his car to let a woman out. They chatted for a while and she continued to thank him fifty times before she went back into the house. Our verdict is domestic dispute.
I'd also like to quickly mention that on two occasions we have seen unknown people laying in the street with people trying to help them...no movement.
Who knew that we were going to get so much entertainment from this house! I love it.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Also, my parents have been so supportive of me and my crazy endeavors. I thought my dad would be appalled at my new choice of major, but he loves me. So, just for them I have created a new blog to show my stuff. They have literally seen nothing I've done this year. Now let's remember that these are pretty much all from Studio art classes so I'm not promising anything too fantastic. If you want to check it out here it is: http://welphereweare.blogspot.com/
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Second, I feel like I've already told everyone this, but it's just so fantastic I need to write it down. I have a gym membership at 24 hour fitness. However, for the past few months I've noticed that they haven't been taking money out of my account every month. Of course every time I think about it I'm not in the position to do anything and I just kept forgetting about it-that's what happens when you have money that you shouldn't. Had it been the other way around I would have done something immediately.
So yesterday in class my friend Sarah, who also goes to 24 hour, was telling me how she lost her debit card and so when she got a new one the payments didn't transfer over. The other day they stopped her when she came in and told her that her payments were late. I smiled and nodded as she told me this story, but inside a wave of panic struck. Remember that time last semester that I was an IDIOT FOOL and left my debit card in the atm? Turns out that I too have a new card, but who knew that the automatic payments would stop working, same account right? On the way home I began imagining the hundreds of dollars in late fees that I must owe to 24 hour.
I tried to work it out online but when I typed in my account information a little box popped up telling me that my membership had been TERMINATED. I called. I spoke to some man and explained the situation. He proceeded to tell me that they hadn't received payment from me since OCTOBER and my membership had been terminated then. My reply to him: "I just went to the gym on Friday". And by the way, I didn't have my card on Friday so the girl even typed in my name to look up my account...He then transferred me to another man. I explained the situation again, and told this man I would fight him because it was their fault. He told me just to sign up for a new account. What did this entail? Paying the first and last month plus a service fee. Altogether this amounted to less than what I clearly owed them for the last 4 months, but they didn't want to hear it.
I am now reminded of the time I went to the YMCA for two years in high school for free before they realized that I in fact was not old enough to be a member of Silver Sneakers. Thank you gyms of the U.S. for wanting me to use you for free.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Sunday, January 31, 2010
"Hey you probably have no idea who I am, but I came to your house with Thayne Holyoak for his going away dinner.
Thayne was supposed to help me hang out with you at some point, but our master plan failed miserably :), so he just gave me your name and told me to look you up on facebook instead (actually he wanted me to just show up at your house, but I didn't dare do that).
I know this is like the lowest form of socializing but if you do remember me and want to hang out / go out sometime let me know. If this surpasses your threshold for wierdness then you can just ignore this message, and I hope you have a great day slash life.
I know my family especially will enjoy seeing this as they love to be involved in/make fun of my dating life. Welcome to 2010 and getting asked out on Facebook. Did I respond to him? Yes, happily. I gave him my number because a. I really do know who he is and talked to him for a while b. He tried other options first c. He acknowledged how ridiculous this whole thing was d. He is straightforward (THANK YOU, finally a man) And most importantly e. That last paragraph makes me laugh every time I read it.
I feel kind of bad putting this email up here, but seriously I think only my family and close friends read this. He's has my number...I'll keep you posted :)
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Last Sunday night I was running downstairs so as not to miss more than was necessary of Emma. However, about five steps from the bottom my right foot slipped and I tumbled down the rest of the way. It must have sounded horrible because Liz and Rachel quickly ran down to find my mangled body at the bottom. I was a mess of tears and laughter. My right foot was on fire from scraping down the metal stairs with all of my body weight.
I'm glad I could fulfill the prophecy.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
1. You don't like chips
2. You don't like the beach
3. You don't wear underwear
4. You don't long to travel
5. You don't like peanut butter
6. You don't like scary movies
7. You don't like cheese
I'll probably think of more, but honestly I was very picky with this list. I could add a lot of other things that are weird to me, but I believe with all of my heart that these 7 things should be loved/worn by all. Think about it.
Friday, January 8, 2010
The resemblance is uncanny.