I believe you can be anything you want to be

I've been inspired by a post Oliver wrote a week or two ago.

For the past year, my facebook profile description has been this little bit:
I think honeysuckle is a rare delicacy. March Madness is my favorite season. I wear a pocket knife on my belt. I want a pet Jackalope, and in my mind I'm going to Carolina... if there's anything else you need to know, just ask.

Well, things change over a year. You lose your pocket knife (or refuse to clean out your closet) and you get really busy, quit watching NCAA basketball and feel like a poser calling yourself a diehard fan. So here's to the new (not necessarily improved) me.

Hi, my name is Carla. I was born in Gaithersburg, Maryland, left my heart in NC and am now currently struggling to accept that I am a Utah resident. I graduated from college in 6 semesters, which only proves that I have crazy drive when I want to get something done. I wash my dishes before I put them in the dishwasher, can cook up a storm that would make my momma proud and I sing when I get tired. I prefer manual cars, working out with the 60 plus crowd and I don't do pretty.

Despite all these, I have friends whom I cherish more than words can express. I believe Muhammad Ali said it best when he said "Friendship is the hardest thing in the world to explain. It's not something you learn in school, But if you haven't learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven't learned anything."

I wanna run, but only far enough to make you miss me

I've decided that what type of bread you use makes all the difference in french toast. I wish I had more time so that I could make all sorts of bread and experiment with french toast, because really... there's just nothing as comforting as some quality french toast.









(and yeah, the title doesn't apply... sorry)

I want to be your last first kiss

Sometimes I feel as though people just tell me things, whether I invite them to or not. I don't know if you would classify this as part of my personality (hi my name is carla, please tell me your problems...) or what, and despite the fact that sometimes I hear spectacularly inappropriate things, most the time I actually really enjoy hearing people's stories.


At the pool today, there was a lady who just started talking to me. She was probably between 250 and 300 lbs. and she told me how's she lost 160 lbs. She says she's still huge and has a long way to go (which she does), but honestly 160 lbs is a lot! I mean, Biggest Loser alot. It's practically 1 1/3 of me or 4/3 or if you don't do math it's ALOT.

Anyhow, her size and story about her weight loss really weren't what interested me. She started telling me about her perfect daughter. (Honestly, sometimes it's hard to take parents seriously, because they all think their child is perfect. Well, except for mine, who probably hang their head in shame when being forced to admit that I attended BYU and that I currently wait tables for a living (although, that should provide endless material for their BYU jokes)). Ahh I digress.

So the daughter moved to Michigan to attend law school. Her first day in Michigan the landlords are not home to give her a key to her apartment, so she starts knocking on doors to see if she can crash in anyone's apartment for a bit. She knocks on one guys door and he invites her in. (From his angle, he was smitten from the get go). Well, she starts dating said guys roommate and her and the guy just become best friends. Long story, short (although, i believe to make a long story short, you just shouldn't tell it, but....) She ends up breaking up with the roommate, and the following sunday this guy that she has become friends with is speaking in sacrament. He's giving his talk and starts discussing how "by small and simple things are great things brought to pass," things that could change the course of your life and perhaps even eternity. Then, from the pulpit, he asks her out, knowing that she had just broken up with her boyfriend and this was his shot. She says yes, blah blah blah, and now they're married. (The blah's are not comparable to Elaine's on seinfeld, these are mormons we're talking about).

Fascinating story. I think, deep down, there is this part of me that wants to be a hopeless romantic and swoon over perfect timing and the potential romantic comedy in that situation, but I can't help but wonder what I would have done had I been the girl.

Cynic that I am, I probably would have been a little creeped out.

And thus... I continue to be single.

I'm going off the rails on a crazy train

I went snow camping.








Ha, don't worry... my body was fine, my psyche... well we're all starting to wonder if it was ever fine.

Everybody dance now...

You know those moments in life where you just feel complete. Those fleeting moments when you have simple unadulterated joy.

(pause)

These are the moments in life we cherish, no matter how ridiculous they may seem to others. These are the summer afternoon bike rides that end at the top of the mountain with a pink/orange sunset, or an unexpected but long desired kiss while standing in the middle of a rainstorm... eew, no, that is way too reminiscent of the notebook, scratch that entire scene.

Ok, back to perfect moments. Key word being "moments." You know, when you open the mailbox and realize you have a letter. Or, when you hear your new favorite song on the radio that you've been waiting to hear (this was mostly pre-ipod days). Or, when your roommate brings you home a bottle of Martinelli's to celebrate that fact that you got a "C" on your Econ test this time!

So, no matter how absurd I sound, last night I had one of these moments. It was glorious. It was exhilarating. And it was... the resurrection of the one song dance party.

Last night, we decided it was time to bring back our long overdue fanatical dance hobby called the one song dance party. Instigated around last October, the one song dance party was Monday through Thursday at 10:15 pm, and it was exactly that, one song. It was perfect, just enough so you start to get pumped and it leaves you wanting more, but not too tired to make up excuses not to come.

When Rachel moved out, the sound system moved out with her and we were left with a lack of equipment to host the one song dance party. So last night we decided to host the party in the underground parking garage and hook up our cars to play the music. We went around to each apartment and personally invited everyone in the complex. It was amazing! Best turnout we have ever had! At least 40 people showed up and shook their booty to "Let's Get It Started" (black eyed peas) (appropriate as this is the start of something). Anyhow, I can't share the happiness that ensued and resonated with me clear through this afternoon.

And though plans are not definite for a repeat, let me know if you'd like to come and I will surely send you an invite.




this is becca at the dance party!... oh and the reason i don't usually add photos, mom, is because I'm too stupid to figure out how to turn them the right way

I know a place where we can hide out and turn our lives inside out

DINNER WITH THE MORGANS

Mom: So I haven't been able to find Kim's sheets since we got home, and I'm worried we left them at the beach house.

Daughters: Well, we have other sheets... or sheets are on sale at Target this week.

Mom: Yeah, but I'm just curious where I left them.

Daughters: We don't know.

Mom: Hmmm... I think I put them in the cooler. Carla, where's the cooler?

Carla: In Heather's trunk.

Emily: Great, now heather will be ready in the event she needs to dispose of a dead body.

Jamie: She shouldn't use the sheets, they'll stain if you wrap a body in them. She should use plastic, like a shower curtain.

Carla: No, she should definitely use sheets. They're biodegradable, leaving less chance of the body being recovered.

Emily: Well, if she had a little aluminum foil she could just make a bomb!

Mom: Add in some gum and she's MacGuyver.


*Can I just point out, that no one asked why the sheets were in the cooler?*

**And can I also point out that my family finds it perfectly normal to discuss how to dispose of random dead bodies during dinner, and the fact that my sister is unknowingly prepared for such an unlikely event is nothing but awesome to us**

This is the song that reminds me of my trucker hat

My googling powers have failed me.


I want this hat.





Oh and I do realize that it's probably illegal to post this picture without said subjects permission.... shhh don't tell, but please let me know if you can help with the hat search! Danke schon