"Put a Little Love in Your Heart"

Happy Valentines Day!!!!!!!!

This morning I woke up and went straight for my closet to see what I could put together for my V-day outfit.  I eliminated all of my yellows, browns, blacks, purples, greens, blues and focused solely on my pinks and reds.  It's Valentines day, and regardless of if you have a significant other or not, appropriate social protocol is to dress up in as many shades of pink, red and white as you can - the more plastic heart accessories the better.   Right?  I got to work, and realized that no one else is living in the 5th grade like I am.  Everyone dressed up normally; no feather boas, no valentines exchanges with everyone, no fun. 

I think I'd like to go back to the days when I would spend all night the day before just working on my Valentines mailbox I had made into a Robot.  Maybe I should have brought some Hey Arnold or Spongebob Squarepants Valentines in to work today.  I know I'm always up for a "You Rock Valentine!" card. :]

I knew I had reached adulthood this year when my mom didn't make me my own personal Valentine today.  (It only took 22 years to be a big girl!)
Either way, today is today and yesterday was yesterday.  I'm happy for where I'm at on this Valentines day and for the chance I get to celebrate what I've felt all year long!! I love all of you!!!

P.S. I admit, I lied.  I was never that creative kid that made the Robot or flushing toilet for my valentines....  I still remember who in my classes did though! So hats off to you, you will be remembered forever and I will always envy you.

Snap, Crackle, Pop

What do you call treats that are made out of fruity pebbles and marshmellows?  Rice Krispies?  Nope, because Rice Krispies are made out of Rice Krispies. mystery of the universe....solved.  So.... with that logic, do I just call them Fruity Pebbles?  If I do, and decide to tell you how Fruity Pebbles have just taken their comfortably long term #3 spot in my list of favorite treats, than you would assume I had just eaten a bowl of cereal.  Now to make matters worse, say these treats were made with the generic, knock off, no name brand of Fruity Pebbles....  What are they called now? 

Generic, knock off, no name brand sugar, treats.

Perfect.    

This picture is one I stole from Pinterest.  We ate ours too fast to be able to take a picture first.

P.S. I'M BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!

Do I Dare Say It?

Looking at my recent post history I realized something sad, but what I knew would come eventually.  Domination-station.blogspot.com may be coming to an end.  If you couldn't tell, my creative juices haven't been the usual flowing waterfall but rather a trickling stream.

If you catch my drift. 

Technically, this blog was only supposed to last a year, since it blossomed from my new years resolution of "Why Not?!" However, look how far we've come! Starting in February of 2009 (wow!), and ending up in the middle of 2011, a lot has changed.  I've cleaned up and become a distinguished American citizen!  Okay maybe I can't push it that far, but at least they are still letting me be an American citizen.  That's something eh?

Some may call it writers block, others, a shift in priorities.   I struck gold and could be moving on to some big things soon. metaphorically I realize that I will still do stupid things regardless of whether I have a medium to document them on, and I look forward to what my blonde hair has in store for me!  :)

A shout out to all of those who have followed my ramblings; you are what helped fuel this blog and most times were there with me for a lot of these experiences. 

THANK YOU!

~Much love and DOMINATION~

Hailey.

P.S. Don't stop blogging friends!  Just because I won't have my blog doesn't mean I can't stalk yours :)

Fear #54:

Say I ate uncooked ramen noodles and dipped them in the included chicken flavored sodium packet.  Say I could hear my mom telling me how bad this meal is for my health.  Say I loved every second of it.  Now, say I drink water or any other liquid after I eat these uncooked ramen noodles.  Are they going to expand in my stomach?  Doesn't that happen to birds when they eat uncooked rice?  Pretty sure birds have exploded from the expansion of the uncooked rice in their stomachs...correlation to humans?

Well if this is the end, listen to the Band Perry song, "If I Die Young" and you'll know what to do.  Oh and I'd like the "help save exploding birds and people" fund to be set up at all the local grocery stores. Over and out.

TMI

For all of you that skipped 6th grade (or have chosen to move past it... still working on it myself, nbd.)

TMI = Too Much Information. 

TMI is what I get more often than not when taking phone calls. Example? 

Well this morning I was speaking with a woman who was trying to schedule a deposition. All was fine and dandy until she added,

"Oh and if I don't answer, please do leave a message, I've REALLY gotta jump in the shower and start to get ready for the day." 

Uh Great. 

Now I'm imagining this lady in her pink footy pajamas, hair all matted and greasy, no make-up on and sleepies in her eyes.  ....Wait! I want the image of her sitting behind a desk, fresh from her morning perfume, wearing dress pants, a fitted suit coat and red heels back. 

Also, how do you respond back to that? 

"Eww gross lady, don't you have the courtesy to clean yourself up before you start making business calls??" 

Probably not the most appropriate. 

So I went with, "ha well great, ...pause... uh wow yeah I'll just have them leave a message.  Thanks."  The awkward approach, always a winner right?  This may not be that bad to offer up information on where you are at on your morning routine, but it certainly took me by surprise.  

Remember how every adult you have encountered during your teen years would tell you,

"You better be careful of (Choose one: Texting, MSN, My Space, Facebook, Internet) because people are more comfortable with that barrier and will say things they would never say in person." 

-or-

"These contraptions are desensitizing people and allowing them to be bold without facing the immediate consequences." 

Well this is all true to some extent, but very true when it comes to giving out personal information.  On multiple occasions people have opened up to me over the phone and shared a few of the following:

1] how their husband is abusive;

2] how they hate living with their in laws because their body odor is atrocious;

3] that their family traces back to ye olde times to when they were extremely rich until some peasant stole their money and now each generation has had to suffer in poverty;

4] or that their intimate life has been extremely interrupted and here is how: (censored for good reason). 

Wow wow wow wow wow.  WAY TMI!  Usually I'll get these explanations when I'm asking for the doctor's name or even what the date of the accident was... so of course I guess I can't complain because those responses are perfectly normal to these questions right?

It just proves that all we need is someone to listen to us jabber on about whatever we need to get out.  Very similar to what I'm doing now to you....?   As human beings we need to communicate.  Fortunately, I'm just here to listen and provide uh huh's and aaahh I see's when necessary.  So if you'd like my self help hot line, go ahead and dial 4's until you can't dial anymore.  I can happily provide an attentive silence which will give you more than enough room to spill your guts on. 

P.S. Sarcasm was sprinkled heavily throughout this post with absoluetly no intention to offend. Any personal information referrenced or given has been fabricated but stemmed from real life events.  

Safe and Sound

He made it!!  Jordan made it to Albania after the painfully long 3 months in the MTC.  He had a fantastic time in the MTC and loved it, but towards the end he started to hint that he was ready to get on to Albania. 3 months...can you blame him?  His email today was probably my favorite so far.   Jordan may have turned into a classic missionary no complaints but he still has his personality and humor. :)  For example:

"Well we safely arrived in Albania.  After much tribulation.  We only had a half hour layover in Munich, but for the flight to Munich we were on a German Airline, so everything was in German.  I have to admit, my High School German didn't do anything to help me out talking to these people.  And this German girl was sleeping the entire flight from DC to Munich, and kept resting her head on my shoulder, I have to admit, coming out of the MTC it was really awkward, and it was a LONG flight." 

Jordan is a "touch-a-phobe" as we used to call him when he would squirm out of a hug or be annoyed if your elbow was touching his arm on accident.  This helps to paint this situation crystal clear in my mind, I can see the panic in his face now :)

More Excerpts from his email:

"Albania looks like......every war movie I've ever watch of this part of the world.  I feel like I'm living in Black Hawk Down, Green Zone, etc. or Call of Duty.   ...All the stores have their own security guards, and they just haul around AK-47's and stuff, really cool :)"

"Everyone says my name wrong, then asks if I'm from France :)"

"I love this work and this gospel, I know that this is where I need to be in my life, and I'm so happy that I was called to Albania.  ...I love these people, they're the nicest people I've ever met in my life, and probably the most humble.  I know that the church will prosper here, and I know that we're not going to see the fruits of our labors, but we've heard many prophecies by apostles and people that the work will thrive here.  ... I hope that my labor here in Albania will help the church at some future date get a foothold and a strong point in Albania. I know that this gospel is true, and that this message is the way we can have happiness in this life."

I love that boy man. :) It makes me so proud and happy to read his emails and to see his great progress.  I can't wait to hear more about his great adventure! Stay tuned!!

Curls

Recently, Kaylyn and I have been on a curl kick.  We've been looking up new ways to curl your hair without ever using a curling iron, and we have found some great ideas! 

Side note: For some reason,

most of these genius ideas come from women with thick accents

 who like to ramble on and on about hair product.

That was an odd consistency I wasn't prepared for. 

Last night Kaylyn and I both tried a new style (I tried the Headband one and Kaylyn tried the Sock bun) and mine actually worked!  I left before I could see Kaylyn's, but I'm expecting a good report!  Here are diagrams for both... prepare to be amazed.

 Headband curls:

This video is super long, but it taught me!



Sock bun curls:

Now introducing my newest obsession!  I want these so bad but I'm hesitant to spend this much on them.  I'm a cheap skate I know....  but look how cool they are!  I saw a lady with them and her hair looked soooo great!  They are called Curl Formers, check out the video if you so desire.

And the results?!

So there you go.  If you're ever tired of taking a year and a day to curl your hair, try these out!  Just a heads up: when you do the headband one you have a very good possibility of looking crazy.  I looked like a combination of Hayley Mills in the old parent trap...

and a boy with "wings."  Probably should have done it after Todd left and everyone went to bed.... oh well. ;)

Still Learning

My bad.  I am sure all of you noticed my error in the last post and I would like to publicly express my apologies.  If you recollect, the previous post stated something along the lines of:  "Goals in soccer are a dime a dozen."  I always figured the phrase "dime a dozen" meant that it didn't happen very often.  On our way home from work Karlie asked me what the phrase meant and I tried to explain that I figured it meant something was rare.  Trying to come up with the origin for the phrase proved to be quite puzzling.  I tried, "Well maybe it's because you rarely find anything that's a dozen for the price of a dime?"  .....Believe me, that was the best of my guesses.  So I decided to google it. 

Knowyourphrase.com put it this way:

Ooooooohhhhh.... It's the exact opposite of what I thought it was. Oops. Karlie and I chuckled and I thought, maybe no one will notice?  I didn't know what it meant so maybe I'm not the only one right?  Wrong.  I got home to Kaylyn and Anisa and we started catching up on the events of our days.  Anisa mentioned that they had just finished reading my blog.  I told her that I had apparently misunderstood the meaning of a phrase and before I could finish Anisa and Kaylyn let out a big sigh of relief.  They proceeded to tell me that they had previously discussed any and all possible ways to break the news to me that I was embarrassing my future posterity.  Alright alright so it was a bigger mistake than I thought.  Don't worry, I corrected the post and hopefully in my next post I can tie in some really big long word to boost my sophistication points.  Boisterous? Camaraderie? Ostentatious?  Stay tuned. I may or may not have googled "List of sophisticated words."  nbd. :)

Unclear Stick Figures

These people gave me a little trouble over the weekend. 

Side Note: I think having this blog has jinxed me. 

Now more often than not extremely embarrassing

things are happening to me whereas before it was

just on occasion. 

So once upon a time Real Salt Lake played a soccer game against FC Dallas, and these cool people attended.

Todd, Me, Anisa and Spencer

Forgive the poor picture quality.  The tickets came with free food throughout the game and we definitely took advantage of that.  Picking up Todd's 4th cheeseburger during half time (they were really small burgers) I suddenly felt the bathroom urge so we raced for the loo.  One side showed the man stick figure so I turned and headed opposite for the Women's.   Walking in I saw the closed stalls then shifted my glance to the left.  I stopped dead in my tracks.  Either a greater part of women are balding these days or there was a row of men up against that left wall.... which meant.... oh shoot, I'm in the men's bathroom!! I instantly turned and ran out of there, dodged a guy coming in to the bathroom, received a puzzled look from Todd and ran to the next set of doors, both with women stick figures on them. Don't worry, I checked this time.  I was greeted by women tousling their hair, putting on make up, lots of chatter and the closed stall I was hoping to hide behind forever.  Behind closed doors I could feel my face on fire with embarrassment.  I couldn't hold it in anymore and the laughter eeked out.  I don't think any of the men really saw me, but it didn't matter.  I guess I should have known what happens when you assume you're going to the right bathroom.  Bathrooms are never a place for assumptions. Then over the loud speaker you could hear, "GOOOOOOAAAAAALLLLLLLL!!!!!!!"  Instant panic set in (for the second time in the past 30 seconds) and I hurried to finish my business and race out of there.  Todd was waiting anxiously and said, "We missed a goal!!!"  Shoot.  Goals in soccer games are a dime a dozen few and far between (definition: rare, scarce) and we missed it because I couldn't control my bladder.  We rushed back to our seats, I sat down and proceeded to explain what happened in my bathroom fiasco.  Once I was done, dying from laughter, Anisa leaned over to tell me a secret.  "Your zipper is undone."  Strike 3. Bathroom scenarios were not my friend that day and I'm considering getting rid of them all together. Catheterization?  Kaylyn, wanna help me out with this?  I'll never miss a thing ever again.

Other than that the game was great ending in a 2-0 win for RSL!  We did get to see the second goal so that helped make up a little for the first.  Who knows why they have two men bathrooms right next to each other when history has proved that my assumption of a man and a women bathroom next to each other is reasonable and legit.  All I know is that I will never forget to fully evaluate my options when choosing a bathroom next time.  That's a mistake I hope to only make once in my life. :)

"They're Worth So Much More After I'm a Goner"

Happy Friday!!  Now after being utterly inspired a moment ago, go on and have a fantastic weekend.  Do it, I dare you! 

P.S. 4 points to whoever can name song and artist of the title of this post.  It'll be a hard 4 points because it's not like it hasn't been played a bajillion times in the past few months.  nbd. Even still, I still like it - in a morbid sort of way :)