Posts Tagged ‘wtf?’
This song has been stuck in my head for days.
Don’t judge me.
Hi guys. It’s me, Cambria. I’ve been kind of MIA lately. I know it’s not the first time I’ve posted an apology like this, but I’ve just been busy lately being all in love and having the time of my life with this one guy. Some call him Chewy. Some call him Jared. On the serious I love him and he is the best thing that’s ever happened to me and we have been having a blasty blast together.
This was on the 4th of July… one of both of our favorite holidays!!! I wish I could upload the video I took of him shaking his money-maker for some patriotic Mardi Gras beads from the Taco Time float in the K-town parade, but I can’t. I don’t think. And, I know we are blurry in the pic and the car behind us is in focus, but we were on the scooter, so I say it’s cool.
I decided to include a couple somewhat unrelated photos because I think they are funny:
First off: We belong to a dinner group we like to call “The Old Ladies Club.” Which is ironic because most members are mid-to-late-twenty-something aged dudes. This last week at Mo Bettah Steaks in Bounty town, my friend Chase made an insightful observation to the vacant space next to the Hawaiian bbq place we were eating at. “What kind of company was this? And is it any wonder they are out of business? And, look guys, you could see it and feel it, but then you had to buy it before you could smell it. Weird.” The world may never know, Chase.
Lastly, I generally like to keep my blog pretty family friendly and PG, but does anyone else see anything wrong with this robot??? This is a pattern that I came across and… um. Why??? Why would you make this for your child? Either someone is super sick in the head or someone made a very unfortunate oversight.
Peace and blessins, peace and blessins.
P.S. Remind me to tell you about the time Jared and I were lighting sparklers and Kodi dog tried to eat one and burned his face. It was super funny and then super sad.
I like to cheat on my blog sometimes. Partly because I’m lazy and partly because I have amazing blogging friends who work word wonders. Like my bff Aubrey, for example. I’m going to cheat on my blog with her blog. Again. Sorry blog, it’s not my fault Aub can spin beautiful webs of words.
But before I do, I must tell you about the second most amazing moment of my life so far. As some of you may know, I love President Dieter F. Uchtdorf of the First Presidency of The Church of Jesus Christ of Later-Day Saints. I know it’s probably not very righteous to have a favorite apostle, but I do. So deal with it. Saturday morning I was enjoying the Days of ’47 Parade with Aubrey and Michelle, Aub’s mom and bro and my mom and dad and bro when all of the sudden, we saw President Uchtdorf coming up the parade route in a convertible. I got really, really excited to see him. Like, really excited.
Remember last year when he sat by my fam and I? Pure awesomeness.
Anyway, back to the story at hand. SO, there I am, really excited and I get this great idea for Aub, Michelle and I to yell “WE LOVE YOU” to Pres. Uchtdorf. So we did. Because we’re five. At this point he turned to look at us. We were all cheering, but I was probably going a little spastic cause he is my favorite.
Then it happened. PRESIDENT UCHTDORF POINTED DIRECTLY AT ME AND WAVED!!! I’m not even kidding. I kinda freaked out with excitement and I’m pretty sure he laughed at me. It was amazing. And do you wanna know what makes it even more amazing? You see, I have this incredibly on the ball friend Aubrey who was taking pictures of the parade. She got a picture of the exact moment he pointed at me! I think I might frame it and hang it in my house somewhere.
(Insert angelic choir singing)
In May, I ran this. It was my third time, and every time my feet suffer. Blisters, bleeding, pain, purple toenails… none are a stranger to my feet in the weeks and months following the race. Never, never ever have my feet seen such an atrocity as what they faced this morning though. You see… for a while now, the toe next to my big toe (do particular toes have particular names?) on my left foot has been sporting a wiggly toenail. Just like a loose tooth. I could pull it back and forth and shake it around a bit.
It all started with that race, my toenail turned a blackish purple in the days following. This is normal, it’s happened every time I’ve run this race. Give that a couple of weeks and I can clean out the blackish purple gunk. Sorry. Some of you might be dry heaving now. BUT, once it’s clean it’s totally legit. Just wiggily. Not gross looking at all… unless I wiggle it for you because some people don’t like that kind of stuff. But I do. Anyway… this happened last year and the year before and it just kept growing out and in no time it was business as usual. Not this year. Maybe I wiggled it too much? IDK, but I do know that I have now joined the ranks of the freaks. The bearded ladies (ahem), the double jointed, the stretchy skinned, the Siamese twins… freaks. My deepest apologies if you fall into any of those categories and don’t appreciate being called a freak, but you’re in good company so don’t feel too bad. 🙂
You probably know what’s coming next…. yes, my toenail fell off. Weird! What am I supposed to do if I want to wear sandals or a pair of sexy peep-toed heels? I just don’t know. My co-worker suggested I just paint my toe… it just might work. Maybe I should just embrace being a freak? Probably.
P.S. Yes, that is my foot on my desk at work. Bahaha.
I’ve had some wonderful experiences the past seven days… Some firsts, even. There are so many cool moments to choose from, but I’ve narrowed them down to my top three:
3. Getting second-hand-high at the Modest Mouse show. Like whoa, kids.
2. Calling a sex line while at work. My ears were assaulted. You gotta watch out for that 1-800/1-888 ish.
1. Passing my first ever field sobriety test. With flying colors. On Main Street in my hometown. I even blew a .000 on the breathalyzer. Go me!
My momma would be so proud.
I’m debating posting this picture. It was taken first thing this morning. Moments after I got a good look at myself in the mirror. I immediately took a picture and sent it to Aubrey. Cause that’s what I do when I look funny in the morning. It’s the second morning picture I’ve sent her this week. She’s such a lucky girl.
Anyway, without further adieu, I present to you, me. Bright-eyed and busy-tailed… or something like that. In the morning.
I don’t have words. Can’t explain. Other then I went to bed with wet hair.
It’s a wonder why I’m 27 and single, isn’t it?