Potato Stamps, Ichiban and The Children That Love Them

Katie Babe got Grandma to help her do potato stamps. She was so cute doing it.

And when she'd get paint on her hands she'd stretch them towards my momma and go..

"Pwaint. Ei Pwaint"

So the children wanted ichiban.

Hungry little devils.

But they were ridiculous.

I didnt want them to get dirty so I tied table clothes around their necks.

They barely ate any of it. But they were funny while they ate.

Little slave drivers is what they are.

Ryder and Katie got a hold of my school camera.

This is what I got.

They're cute like that.

Love these kids.

Dec. 29 - Scottie Too Hottie

Scottie Too Hottie.
It was his birthday and Bonnie being the wonderful sister that she is, decided to make sure his birthday was well celebrated.
She and Scott sent out mass texts.
And prepared their house.
Scott refused to let me come help them clean :(  I can be useful Scott, I promise.
But eventually I was allowed over and helped prepare the food.
Yup... you can always count on the Leishmans to incorporate food. Its awesome.
Caesar chicken wraps and fruit platters.
We played games.
Drawing games. This lovely picture of Scott came out.
And we played werewolf. Trent and I destroyed. Despite the fact that I kept getting accused. We won as lovers. It was great.
And we played "He said She said"... funny game.

And there was ice cream cake.
Its not a birthday without DQ ice cream cakes.
And Scottie showed off his mad cake cutting skills.

I love my friends. I really do.

And we did a little New Years party planning. Complete with rating the attractiveness of our guests. Hahahha... Our list was selective. We vetoed a few people (cough Ben cough). It was great. And New Years promised to be amazing. More on that to come...

But more about Scott. Seriously. Scott is amazing. He's hilarious. A real dry wit. And he's become one of my favorite people. I hope some girl comes along and woo's him. Cause there is no one who deserves that kind of happiness more. So Happy Birthday Scott.

Date-o-clock

Dallin planned a great date.
Its finished now so I can honestly say that. And yes... it was epically long. Aka started at 3:30 pm.
The date had many parts. I'll try to do them justice.

PART ONE

Skating.
How brilliant. 
I do have this love of skating. It brings me back to Year One, when I used to go skating with Matt and Royall all the time. I always liked skating. And third wheeling.
Though I must admit... my skates today were much too small. To the point where, when I took them off, I felt quite crippled. But it was worth it. 

PART TWO
So we were supposed to do something (Part III) else at this junction of time. But well... it got postponed an hour and a half. So we tried to think of something to do. We had run to each of our respective houses to change (and while at mine Dal played the piano as per usual). But then Dal had a brilliant idea. I was close to finishing a book so he suggested we go to my house and read. Yup. On a date. We went and read books. He read a school book. I read a teeny bopper book. We're quite the pair. 












PART THREE
We met up with Kortney Sauer and Dusty Orr to go Rock Climbing at the U of L. 
Dal and I had changed into sweats cause we figured Kort and Dusty would be H-core and wear sweats. We called that wrong. But really... climbing in jeans... how uncomfortable. 











And yes. I smile like a child sometimes. It is great.

So Kortney was on the wall. Her arms were tired. And she wanted to come down. But Dusty thought she should keep trying. So they rock paper scissored in Chinese to see whose opinion they would go with. Kortney won. And it was really cute.

PART FOUR
Dal and I changed again and went to go eat. Our option: East Side Marios. Good times. Especially since I was starvation. 

PART FIVE
We decided after the food the date was officially over. But seeing as I'm kinda a picture whore, I couldnt let the date be over without a final photo. Yup... I made him take pictures. They are awesome.

No captions necessary.
Also, as we travelled back to the West side, my lack of temperature control became rampant.
Chivalrous boy that he is, Dallin took off his sweater to let me wear it.

PART SIX

So the date was over. But the night was young. So we went back to Dal's house. He had dropped a N64 Mario Kart challenge. And I never back down from a challenge. Sadly he did beat me. Yoshi was giving me no love today. But as we were playing we talked about old video games we each used to play. And I admitted my love of Mario. Seriously hours were spent playing the N64 Mario game. But we both came to the agreement that the best Mario game is the Super Nintendo version of Super Mario World. And please... dont even pretend to disagree. You know its true. In the middle of the conversation Dal paused momentarily to run into another room. When he returned he carried the infamous Super Nintendo... Super Mario World cartridge ready to go. My excitement could not be contained. Cause lets be real, I've been wanting to play that game for a long while. I had a small melt down when I discovered that while my family owns the Super Nintendo and the game, my brothers sold all our controllers off. So was I interested in playing? H yes. 

Dodgy wires couldnt keep us away from playing this game.

As it turns out... I dont have a lot of Mario skills left.

Ya... I'm uber rusty. 

Dal on the other hand... its like he never stopped playing.

Which legitimately might be true.

Just kidding.

Probably not?

We did work our way through a fair amount of the game tho.

And I'm pretty sure while he does school this week,  I may take another crack at it.

Yup. I'm a nerd. I kinda like it.

Date Night

Dallin Orr thinks he's funny.

Ok fine.

He is.
But he's also fourteen.

Take a Drive

Let me set the scene.
I went to bed after three yesterday.
I know. Stupid.
Especially since I needed to be at work between 8 and 9:30am.
Clearly I'm always closer to 9:30 than 8.
But today I woke up tired.
Not just a little tired.
Alot tired.
I contemplated staying in bed and just not going.
But I definitely knew that wasnt gonna go over well.
So I dragged myself out of bed.
And left a couple minutes later than usual.
I hopped in the red car.
After the first two days of me working, Ben vetoed driving me to work anymore.
What can I say? Sometimes I like a morning chauffeur.
But sadly now I drive myself.
Drat.
So I'm driving the red car.
It is ghetto since having been in my possession Year Four.
Josh trashed it. Ben trashed it. And Lindsay crashed it.
So I go to turn onto University Drive.
And suddenly the car is not working.
Yup. Bad boy stalled.
Turning Left.
I put my hazards on. Cause I was in the freaking middle of the road.
Popped it into neutral and restarted it.
My car is an automatic.
Are you freaking kidding me.
Ridiculous.
I call Ben and he informs me of three things.
1. When low on gas the car stalls... when turning left.
2. The gas gage doesnt work slash gage how much gas is in the car.
3. The problem occurred when Lindsay crashed the car into a snow bank last year.
Stalling and feeling the car give out is annoying.
This made my drive annoying.

Stupid red car.

But yesterday I bought a new pair of scrubs. Cause P.S. I only brought one pair to AB. Yup... I'm disgusting and have been wearing the same pair of navy scrubs everyday. Pauline (my doctor) just thought I owned alot of Navy scrubs. Ha. Nope.
Pauline was shocked today to discover I only bought the one pair. Cause I ran into her whilst shopping for them and it came out I've been wearing one pair. Alaya's mom picked them out for me. It was kinda great. Though I've come to the conclusion that all scrub tops are awkward on me. I dislike that. I just wanna wear a t-shirt. Is that too much to ask?

Gem

I'm such a fun aunt.

Quickie

My room is finally clean. It only took four weeks to do. Yup thats right folks. It was disgusting for four whole weeks. Living out of a suitcase is so fun. And I'd love to pretend like I cleaned it. But I didnt. My mother couldnt stand the horror that was my room. Tho she said I was supposed to tell Dallin that it was me who cleaned it. HA. Sure wasnt. So I helped her move a dresser in and then she picked up and put away all the clothes while I informed her what was being kept and what wasnt. She's good to me like that. And... Someday I'll catch up on the blogging. Tuesdays are usually half days at work. So this might happen. Cause boy do I have stories.

Also I have good friends.

Who mail me lovely things like this book.

THANK YOU!

To be continued...