::Healthy Careers and Relationships::

House Broking: When my family was here and we were staying with my cousins, my Aunt Rosilee needed to get some papers from a friend’s house—problem was—the friend was out of town, and her house was locked. My mom and my aunt searched the premises for a hidden key without success. They asked a neighbor for help, said neighbor promptly found an unlocked window.


Because it was a little bit of a small space, my aunt asked me (taller than my cousin) to break in and unlock the door. I managed to get my foot down past a ping pong table without breaking any Barbie dolls or other toys I was stepping onto (I hope) and went up to unlock the doors.

Everyone congratulated me on my skills, especially when I was able to climb back out the window around the table again! It’s too bad I’m Mormon and I can’t pursue the career I was obviously meant for.

My aunt’s friend called when she got back, and she was wondering where those papers had gone that she was supposed to give my aunt? She thought she had lost them somehow.

Saren’s Date Night with—Erkle—I mean, Thomas: She’s actually gone now to Toy Story 3 with Thomas (name changed for just in case) right now. We’ll see how it went when she comes back. Saren and I are performing in a Joseph Smith the Prophet performance this coming Sunday, and at the end of last Saturday’s rehearsal, a choir singer named Thomas came to tell her how impressed he was with her flute playing skills. I was anxious to go ( I was missing a Single’s Ward Activity at a trampoline place called Jumpit!), and this guy was talking to her about directions to places Saren didn’t know—will never know—has no need to know, and so I started sending them both hate rays and tapping Saren.

Saren: “I’m sorry, I’ve got to take my friend, but—”

Thomas: “Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah….” And after a while, “I know this is kindof sudden, but… would you… [awkward pause, pause, pause, pause, pause, pause, pause, WAITING!, pause, AWKWARD] do you wanna…. [pause,pause] hang out sometime?”

Saren: “You mean go on a date or something?”

Thomas: “Well, yeah, I’m not really into the whole dating thing… [wait, wait, WAIT]”

Saren: “Do you… want my number then?”

So she gives him her number, he has to have her slowly spell out her WHOLE name—seriously, dude! I’m WAITING!!! H-e-n-r-i-k-s-e-n. Seriously. Do you need a last name when the FIRST name is something like SAREN? It’s not likely you’re gonna have another SAREN in your contact list!

Nice guy, but honestly, put a cork in it when the girl’s friend is sending you hate rays. I think guys probably do a lot better with the girls whose friends actually like them.

Jumpit: So me and Brittany went uber-late to Jumpit. They had deflated all the deflatable slides, and left the trampolines for us… Yeah… you don’t wanna be in cross traffic around a bunch of young, single crazy Mormon guys. That’s a little dangerous.

This dude slid right in front of me while me and Britt were jumping in our own little miniscule section of trampoline. I basically almost landing on him and killed him.

Later: “I should have trampled that guy’s stomach! Then I would have to go to the ER with him and gotten a date—or gotten engaged.”

Guy: “Oh, you’re so beautiful, I’m so glad you trampled my stomach. Will you marry me?”

Me: “Uh… I just jumped on your stomach…”

Bishop Godfrey was goin’ crazy! He was covered in sweat and running around as though he were one of the other young boy hooligans who were trying to get their tummies trampled!

Man, the bathroom was kindof really scary too… because I was barefoot… and I usually flush the toilet with my shoe, but no luck there. I looked in the mirror too and decided that my bangs don’t do well with trampoline jumping—good thing there was no real romance interests that night!

Seven Peaks: Saren kept kicking me. Once in the butt too. I grabbed her leg and tried to dunk her, but I think I failed… couldn’t tell cuz I was under the water. You don’t really want to fight with Saren in the water. She murders men (purposely) and scatters weak females (unintentionally). She’s like the sea monster her parents named her after. Ha!

We were goin on these weird lily pad things and this little kid was like jumping right behind me and yanking the rope so I felt like I was under attack… but I made it across anyway… what the point of that is when you just jump in the water at the end—I’ll never know…