Hakuna Matata

Care free? No worries? Mmmmhmmm.

I am happy.

I love old people.

Especially my Grandma Frampton.

And dancing at old folks homes.

I love the sun.

I love public speaking.

And graduating seminary.

My dad and grandma spoke at their seminary graduation!

I like following in their footsteps.

I love sliding down walrus statues.

And eating snocones on tailgates.

I love the art show!

Mostly cause I'm in it. WOO!

I love Hannah Banana.

I love my family.

A LOT. More than usual.

I love St. George trips with a bunch of girls.

And hot tub parties.

And chick flicks.

And other mysterious things that go on at girls parties...

I love this new self-serve ice cream CRAZE.

I love sentimental objects. Old keepsakes.

I think I'm being knighted tomorrow.

Watch out.

My Middle Name Is Certainly NOT Grace.

I am not graceful. Whenever I accidently don't sit in my chair but sit on air instead, or my ankle is almost broken by my incorrect heel-usage, or I fall down a mountain and land on a tree, or I try to move my chair like a train but it snags the carpet and I do a half circle through the air and get stuck in between my desk and the floor, or when I am laughing SOOOOO hard that I get all sweaty and have to pee and I run out of the classroom, etc. When these things happen, I laugh jovially and with a charming smile I look up at the person closest to me, flip my hair and tell them in a sultry voice "My middle name is grace, you know?" And I almost wink. But I don't.

This is a defensive mechanism.

My middle name is not Grace. It's Alyse.

Also, I am not saying this because I actually believe I am in any way graceful.

It's a defense mechanism. (Something to do with saying the exact opposite of what you really mean.)

This realization was confirmed Saturday. I can go a couple months convincing myself that I can be lovely and eloquent; then moments come along that....DESTROY ALL LADY-LIKE PROGRESS.

And now I present: One of Shelby's completely ridiculous embaressing stories that happen frequently, but bring much joy and laughter to all who occupy the same relative space.

Once upon a time, Hannah and I play this game called Iron Chef. It's wonderful. Saturday morning we had this completely charming new friend of mine come and play with us! Secret Ingredient: Bananas. After battling for the banana cream pudding in the closet and throwing flour on each others backs, I pulled through and won. Woo! We then decided to sit on the sun-kissed roof and discussed Dumbledore taking the light out of the lamp post across the street with his Deluminator. It was perfect time of day to frolick through a meadow. So, in the sunset we skipped and laughed in a meadow. With some daisies. Then we pet a llama and it almost kissed my friend. We traveled to the top of the valley and let the cool breeze blow through our hair.

Everything was going swimmingly. I felt pretty. I felt smart. I felt witty. We went on adventures. It was sunny and blue. What could go wrong right?

We are then cordially invited to a SUMMER/GRADUATION BASH! We decide to drop by. Fashionably late, of course. This is where we went wrong.

At first things are fine. We played some soccer and jumped on the tramp. Then the hostess pulls together a game of Wiffle Ball. (Baseball with one of those plastic holey red balls and a really small field). Progressively through the day my digestive system is working, as digestive systems do, and in the middle of the game I realize I REALLY have to go to the bathroom. So I wait for the teams to switch from being up to bat to playing the field. This time arrives and I tell everyone to wait for just a minute as I quickly relieve myself. As I am in a wonderful mood, I don't want to keep people waiting, and I am slightly distracted; I RUN up the porch stairs and through the open door into the house.

In reality, that doorway had two doors. One was open. One was a screen.

SMACK.

That is the noise created when I ran, RAN, into the screen door.

RIP.

That is the noise of the screen door ripping in half because the force of my weight plus the momentum of my body was too much to handle.

Eeeeeeeerggggphm.

That is the noise of me falling onto the floor in the middle of the kitchen with the hostess' family waiting inside.

HAHAHAHA.

That is the noise of everyone laughing at me.



...At least I didn't pee my pants.



I begged for forgiveness.

Cried laughing for a while.



Then fell into a thorn bush and ripped a bleeding gash into my leg.





My middle name is NOT Grace.

I Believe (10)

Day 10: Your beliefs

I believe in God.




I believe in progression.


I believe in love.

I believe in happiness.


I believe in innocence.


I believe in color.

I believe in miracles.

I believe in forever.



I believe in action.



I believe in family.

I believe in choice.

I believe in sunshine.

I believe in simplicity.



I believe in honor.



I believe in goodness.



I believe in beauty.




I believe in ice cream.

I believe in laughter.


I believe in what we believe.





I believe in Christ.







I believe in myself.

Day 10: COMPLETED

Gooday, Sunshine (06)

Day 06: My Day

You know what made my day GREAT?

I did.

And also the sunshine helped.

I shamefully admit I have been a little grumpy this week...But NOT today. Because last night I sat down and decided that this was no fun. So I got it all out of my system. I got into "the groove".
It's my secret talent and love that I only do every not-so-often and only do by myself while I listen to inspiring music.

Art.

Yes, I love art. It's just not widley known because I've never taken an art class in high school and am much too preoccupied with music and piano and school, etc.

But when I feel "the groove" I just have to sit down and vent somehow.

So yesterday I went out and bought some baking clay and a canvas, I searched through my dusty artwork and found pastel pencils and acryllics, made a CD of Ingrid Michaelson named: In Which...I Paint. Then, I got to work. Well...it's not "work". I got in "the groove".

Enjoy some past and present sparks of creativity:

Item #1
My clay picture.

Item #2
My pastel sketch

Item #3
My canvas painting in my window (I didn't do this one yesterday--I did it over the summer on another one of my "groove" days. But I took some pictures anyway)

Item #4
My photoshoot poster in my Make-up room

Item #5
My painted plate from my shed

Item #6
Hannah and I paint

Item #7
And last but certainly not least: My shed...well, one wall of it.

I just get really excited about making things. Yesterday I sat and did stuff similar to this for 3 hours. It made me feel great. Then I woke up today and decided that I needed to have the best day ever and it was all my choice.

So I had a pretty great day.

I loved school. Even though the cops called and had me testify for a burglary report.
I went to the temple with two of my great friends.
I checked out this fantastic 1968 Black bug for sale. Maybe I'll buy it?
I made cookies with my other really great friend.
It was just nice :)

And a plus:
THE SUN WAS SHINING



I have been feeling like Ringo...Jinxed. But, NO MORE!

Good Day, Sunshine

Day 06: COMPLETED