Venting

So basically I spend all of my time that I am not working on Facebook. I think I have a problem. I'm on it all the time!! I need a hobby, people. Unfortunately, all of my hobbies are in boxes. In boxes either in Rexburg, or here in Dewey. I just had to get that out. I'm addicted to Facebook. That is all. If you have any suggestions as to what I could be doing with my time, please, by all means; feel free to let me know. Thank you and goodnight.

Please, Refrain From Flexing

So I work at a gym. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I got another very glamorous job. But it's easy, and entertaining. I mostly do child care, but my boss is starting to put me out at the front desk more. (Thank goodness) I do love my kids though. They tell me the most interesting things...like if you color for to long your hands get sweaty. Let that be a lesson to you all. Some of the kids really need attention, or an outlet, or something. There is this one boy who if he is not getting enough attention he will yell, pound his fists on the table, and make whale noises. I never thought I would hear myself say, "Please stop making whale noises!!" It's always exciting; I'll give you that much. That's just child care.

But working at the front desk is an adventure in and of itself as well. My favorite part of it would have to be the guys that come up to me and talk to me, and flex their muscles. It really makes me laugh. They will use the big manly machines right in front of me and look at me as they are lifting to see if I am noticing how strong they are. I just give them an obnoxious look. I thought about winking at them, but then thought that it could be slightly problematic. I don't understand it. Why do guys flex? The thing that is possibly the most annoying is that I get hit on all the time. I don't know why... It's weird. Even my boss does it to me. And the guys that I work with... wow. They remind me of Kronk. Big, dumb, and tone deaf. That may seem a little harsh, but if you met them you would understand. And they are not very crafty in their attempts to woo me. I try to understand why all of the sudden I am getting all of this unwanted attnetion from the male species, and I have come to the sad conclusion that it is in fact because I am the only female in sight for them to flex for. Flattering. There was this one guy, who's name coincidentaly was Steve, (I laughed about that one) who tried to ask me out. I got so annoyed with him because he tried to arm wrestle me, and totally let me win on purpose. What a jerk. I was so mad. Then he was proclaiming to the gym how strong I was, and I could think of no witty comeback so I kissed my muscles instead. That probably wasn't the best idea, but alas, it is done. I think that Steve thinks I am older than I really am, and his idea of taking me out would be going to a bar. So I petitioned Aaron to be my lover for protection. Luckily he agreed, and I can deal with Steve. That will be an interseting story that is contiuning to develop. I'll be sure to keep you all updated.

And another thing that I shall vent about is all of the Mormon cracks that I get from my Boss. It's not like it's really disrepectful. They are trying to be funny, but they come off as ignorant. One night I was like, I swear, if you make anymore Mormon jokes you will no longer have a left side of your chin.

So in conclusion I would like to submit to all of you big, strapping, strong men out there: Please refrain from flexing. If I want to see your muscles I will make a joke about it, and then ask. But seriously, cut it out. Thank you, and good night.

Photo Diary

Due to popular request, here is the grand tour of my house. I want you all to feel warm and fuzzy inside. Like you are here with me. So get your Arizona mind-sets on, and follow me!!

This is mine and McKenzie's room. She mostly dominates it with all of her blankets and stuffed animals, and clothes. And balloons....

This is my bathroom that I share with Cooper, Nate, and McKenzie. It is a nice little room. It's a Jack and Jill bathroom, so it really ticks me off when Cooper locks the door, and I can't get into the bathroom at like two in the morning... We are working on that.

This is my library. Harry Potter, Twilight Series, and Jane Austen. What more could I want? (Variety!!)

This is Cooper and Nate's room. Charming.

This is Mom and Papa Will's room. Lovely.

This is the living room. Where we live. It's cozy and has a fireplace and everything!! That's basically it. We do in fact have a kitchen, and an office, but I can't get the pictures to do what I want...annoying! Anyways, that's the grand tour. If we do move into that ranch, I will be sure to make another photo diary so you can all see how the other half lives on a ranch!!

Country Bumpkin

So yesterday I drove over 100 miles. In one day. I live in the country, and I miss the city so much!!!! I suppose it is indeed a blessing in disguise. A very deep, hidden disguise. Everyone keeps telling me what a beautiful place this is; what a beautiful countryside it is, and how lucky I am to live here. I have yet to find the beauty. As of now I have seen no large buildings. No skyscrapers. No city lights. No obnoxious city haze (not that that is in any way beautiful- but the feeling is...unforgettable.) Instead I get tumbleweeds, and sagebrush. Oh, and red rocks. I thought I would let the public (all six of you who read this blog) see where it is exactly. I'm not exactly sure you could find it on a map either. It's rather small. Okay here is the grand tour.

It's a really nice house. Not gonna lie. I even have a roommate! My little sista McKenzie. She's pretty cool.

This is my view from my front door. Okay, so I will confess that I dig this view at sunset and sunrise. But that is besides the point. If you look really close at the first picture you can see the lovely dirt road that I live off of. Nice little drive.

And on our left we have highway 69.

And to our right we have the rest of Prescott Dells.

Land of the Big Trucks

As the title suggests, I am now in fact in Arizona. I live in a nice (SMALL) little place called. Dewey, and no that was not a weather report. And this is not Arizona how you might picture it. It is not all sunshine and palm trees. Rather, it is all sunshine and big trucks. I counted at a light one time...there were at least 25 trucks that passed us. Everyone has a truck and talks about ridin' and huntin'. So I don't exactly fit in. How shall I say it? I miss the city. Not that Rexburg was a thriving Metropolis by any means, but it was more exciting nonetheless. Yes, that was me admitting in writing, on the Internet mind you, that I do in fact miss Rexburg. Well, not so much now. It was a whopping -7 degrees there today. That, ladies and gentlemen, was a weather report. I'm pretty sure it's still snowing there. I will give props to Arizona in that respect. Today was the first "cold" day we have had in a while. It was 41 degrees.

Things are quite different now that I am no longer in school. I have many days where I sit idly daydreaming about a job that I could have at Hollywood Video if they ever call back... It's like my life is a game show...or a soap opera. I haven't decided yet. I totally pulled a Ryan Howard yesterday and applied at a Temp Agency. We'll see how that works out. Don't get me wrong...it's a little frustrating making this adjustment, but I know that things are going to be okay. I know that I am supposed to be here, and that all shall be well. Things are getting more familiar, and I'm getting more creative in what I do in my spare time. I think I will do Yoga tomorrow. Indeed.

All of this free time is making me question my true love! (For theatre that is...) But never fear! I have the solution. I am auditioning for the play Rumors next week. It is a hilarious show, similar to the energy and comedy of Cash on Delivery. Hopefully I won't be playing a "manish woman" again. That might not be so great for the self-esteem. I will definitely keep you all informed, my most honored, loyal, trustworthy fans.

Confession: The next time some of you see me, I may have transformed into a "country gal." Okay, so here's the story behind that one. My family might be buying a ranch. Where will Emmilie work then? At the ranch. So, to be employed here, I get to "look the part," too. Yes, I am getting cowboy boots. I just thought I should make this disclaimer, so that some of you don't worry that I have changed...completely... If we do get this ranch, I will in fact be writing a play about it, and it shall be full of caricatures, and cliches, and it shall be grand. That's all.

That is basically my new life in Dewey, Arizona in a nutshell. (Which coincidentally is this size of the town.) Thank you and good night.

Please Handle With Care

Sorry for the lack of posts... Finals were killer, but that's another story indeed. So at the end of November I went to try and give blood. Try being the operative word. So I go in, and everything is going well until she tries to stick the needle in. The needle goes in, and I'm feeling ok, things are going pretty normal. Then I start to feel a little bit of pressure on my arm. Hmmm. I look over and expect to see the blood coming out of my arm into the tube; routine blood donation. However there is one minor issue. No blood in sight. I then hear the nurse say: "Oops..." Not exactly what I want to hear when she is dealing with my body and needles. So I casually ask her what happened. She punctured the side of my vain. I look over again, and see a very large bubble growing under my skin. "Don't worry, that's just where all of the blood is pooling." Oh, good. No worries at all. She was like, "I'm really sorry, you will have a lot of bruising." That's fabulous. Well, it was a great bruise, and a cool story. The best part of the whole experience would have to be in the interview where they ask you what your name is like eight times. They asked me what gender I was; it took me a little off guard. I responded "Male...no...I mean female." Awkward!! It was pretty funny. Just be careful when you give blood. Say the right gender, and don't ever let them say oops. Let's handle with care people. So these ugly pictures are of me dead because of the evil Red Cross Nurse. (No feelings of animosity at all...) It's fine.

Rosebud

So basically I'm allergic to Idaho. You laugh, but just wait. Here is the story. So a few weeks ago I had this really annoying cough. I had lost my voice, and it was just terribly inconvenient. Well, one night after Wait Until Dark, it got slightly worse. And by slightly I mean lack of oxygen.... I was at Mary's apartment and just couldn't stop coughing. It kept getting worse, and I started wheezing. I pretended it was of no importance, but based on the noises I was making, Mary was not convinced. She called my Papa Will, who is in fact an EMT, and he walked her through what I was going through. I could hear everything that he was saying because the volume on my phone was up so high. This did nothing to help the traumatizing anxiety attack that I was apparently experiencing. I started to breathe into a bag; that was fun. It was so scary. I'm not gonna lie. Seriously, when you can't get any air into your lungs, it makes you a little worried. I was crying, which made everything worse...it was great. Mary kept asking me if she needed to call 911. I had her convinced that I would be okay until I informed her that I was very dizzy and couldn't really feel my legs...Details. So we called the paramedics and they rushed over. Meanwhile, I was being scared to death. I was trying to calm myself down, and breathe, but all I could think about was: "I can' die!! I have to write my talk tomorrow!!" Not the best thought process to be running through your mind when you are having a terrible anxiety attack. It didn't help that I was worried about having to go to the hospital. Seriously tough, I had so many thoughts running through my head, none of which did anything to calm my nerves. So while we were waiting for the nice paramedics to show up with the oxygen, my friends David and Matt came over and gave me a blessing. It helped a lot. Of course, I always bawl like a baby when I get a blessing...so that did not help my cause. So while we were waiting for the paramedics to show up, everyone was crowded around me like I was on my death bed. (Rightly so) It really frustrated me though, because I hate that helpless feeling. So I, being my usual self tried to lighten the mood with jokes. Unfortunately, when ever I tried to speak, I sounded like a vacuum with Asama. So that was no good, especially because I had such witty comments in my head!! They were good ones too! Of course now I can't remember them because I'm pretty sure that I killed some brain cells. But I remember them being good, and me being very angry that I couldn't be funny while I was dying. Finally the paramedics came. By that time I was almost going to pass out. It was pretty bad. I was so out of it. They were moving me around, and I couldn't tell if they were putting me on a stretcher or not. They kept asking me questions. I was like, "Hello! It's a little hard to breathe right now!! Don't ask me what my name is!!" They hooked me up to the oxygen tank, and I finally was able to breathe somewhat normally again. They took my blood, and hooked me up to all of these machines and cords, and basically checked every thing possible. (Okay, that was a little exaggerated, but lets just say that they were very thorough.) The head paramedic man told me about all of these numbers that were somehow relevant to my breathing. I don't remember. I didn't quite grasp it all then. Finally I was normal enough that they said they could leave. I was slightly glad. It was a very exciting night. Mary quarantined me to her apartment that night and all the next day until I had to go to the show that night. It was quite the adventure. So, to all those who say that this place is good and healthy, please bless that you pass this story on. I thank you for your time.