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Scooby & Pee

2012-02-13T01:11:00.000-08:00

I had four very traumatic experiences before the age of 5. Two of them involoved a dog…the other two..urine. I’ll rotate subjects just to mix it up a bit.

#1- I went to “Great America” with my family this one time. I was 4, little, and adorable. I remember wearing biker shorts, a red sweater, and a neon baseball cap. I cant be sure, but I think I may have even been wearing a fanny pack. Yes, i'm sure i was. i needed it to hold my heart-shaped sunglasses. It was a kids dream…amusement park for a whole day!? Righteous. Me and my sisters went on all the little kiddie rides..and I sat out with my mom when they went on all the big kid rides. I remember all day my sisters and dad were trying to convince me to go on the rapids ride…I can’t remember what it was called, but the name was terrifying in and of itself..roaring rapids? Raging rapids? Grizzly rapids? Something. I was psyching myself out all day, trying to mentally prepare to pretend to be brave infront of my family and teling them I would go on the ride. All day my mind changed back and forth…well…all day my mother also made sure we were all properly hydrated. I had made up my mind that sure I COULD go on the water rapids ride if I really wanted to…but the real reason I started protesting was because my tiny little bladder was suddenly so full, even the sound of water would probably make me EXPLODE. I don’t remember why I didn’t say anything…probably because my mom had asked me every hour ‘do you need to go to the bathroom Nicole?’ and I probably got annoyed…and stopped listening to my bodily functions and started protesting out of pure spite.

So…there we are..my sisters and dad load onto the ride, and my mom and myself hung out on the side watching. We are watching..and watching..and I am seeing the rapids..listening to the rush of water… seeing waterfalls and splashes… and sprinkles..drizzles and wooshes.….and… WIZZ. I could NOT help myself. Watching that water for just 5 minutes just made me LOSE it and I lost all control of my 4 year old tiny tank. I was so embarrassed, and waddled over to where my mom was sitting, and started crying. She looked at my wet widdle biker shorts, and im sure was a bit embarrassed herself to see her child obviously had pee running down her legs. Since I was crying hysterically, she said, ‘hey..i have an idea..why don’t we go to splat city!’ splat city was the waterish part of the park where kids could run through all these weird bucket fountains. I don’t know why it was called splat city..but I remember we weren’t allowed to go because my parents didn’t want freezing wet children in their car for an hour on the way home. Well HA to the HA! I tricked the system. We got there and I ran through every single fountain to cover up my obvious pee stain on the front of my shorts. My mom had proposed the perfect plan. I soaked myself in the fountains, and no one could tell I had peed myself. When we walked back to the rapids ride..my sisters, shocked and offended at the special treatment, said..’MOM!? WHAT!!! WHY DID SHE GET TO GO TO SPLAT CITY!?!?’ they were pissed, I was covered in piss, but smug and content at the same time. Winning.

#2- The first dog story….was a dream. More like a nightmare. I dreamt that Scooby Doo was walkin around on his hind legs in a detective suit looking for me. No no…. HUNTING me. Sraight up hunting me and wanted me dead. Everything around me was black. I was terrified, so I hid in my dream tent I conjured up. I was looking out the telescope for Scooby…and finally thought I had lost him. Dream-minutes passed and i was alone. I was safe! All of a sudden.. what do I see through my dream scope? Scooby. In a detective hat. Pointing a gun at me. He shot me. I screamed. I woke up covered in literal SWEAT AND TEARS.. Ran to my parents bed…and didn’t tell them for YEARS about that dream because I was so traumatized. This great dane will come in to play in just a moment.

Scooby: 1 Nicole: 0

#3- I had this friend in kindergarten…lets call her..Jules. Jules was known to have accidents quite often, and she peed herself at kindergarten probably every other week. Well, one day me and jules were having WAY too much fun on the playground. We were playing tag, and if I remember correctly, a boy was chasing us. Me and jules RAN to the top of the metal slide and waited for our attacker to approach us. (Please note: this metal slide got WICKED hot in the midday sun…and a fast slide down it always ended up with slight burns on the back of bare legs if you hit it just right). Jules got nervous and started sliding down the hot slide quite quickly all of a sudden. What was she thinking!? I remember the sound she made while sliding down..."WWoooaahhHHHHaauhghghuhahahhuh!" This wasn’t part of our plan! We were supposed to just wait at the top of the slide for at LEAST 1 more minute. But oh wait…why was she sliding so much faster than normal? Why was she acting so weird when she stood up? Don’t worry, she had politely left a trail of pee down the hot metal slide for me to follow. PANIC SETS IN. My attacker is approaching the slide. Do I back down and get tagged? Even if I WANTED to back down and accept defeat, there were 6 other kids perched on the cheese grater stairs waiting to slide down! I could not coordinate a group reverse..it was too complicated. So what did I do? Grabbed the burning hot sides of the slides…and slowly crab walked/slid down the slide, in jules hot pee, to the bottom of the slide. By now she had ran into hiding, I was covered in hot pee, and the unsuspecting kids were blaming ME for the mess on the slide as each of them slid to their doom.

#4- Kindergarten recess, after lunch, me and my bff brandi were playing hopscotch on the asphault. When all of a sudden…a GIANT great dane can be seen in the distance, bounding towards all of the unsuspecting kindergarteners, hungry for human flesh. Scooby. Wildly scrambling for a plan, brandi, terrified of dogs and mammals in general, suddenly goes catatonic for a moment.. and then she screams. My heroic side kicks in about 5 seconds into the ordeal. “RUUUUUNNN BRANNDIIIII! TO THE SWWWIIINNNGGGSSS! SWING HIGH BRANDI!!! RUNNNNN!” Scooby. The great dane was galloping towards me. Children were screaming and running to the jungle gyms, scrambling for the top of the slides, and brandi started to pump faster than I’d ever seen before. And where was i? I was dancing…with Scooby. Our eyes locked. I went left…he went left. I broke right..he broke right. We were 5 feet apart now. The dog was taller than me and resembled the detective who had murdered me. I lunged backwards, he lunged forwards…Scooby. By the grace of heaven, a yard duty caught wind of the canine intruder and caught its attention. It was just enough time for me to run to the swings and swing high enough that I could kick the dog in the face if it came too close. Finally the dog was caught, all the kindergarteners were in tears, and recess was cut short.

Scooby 1: Nicole: 1

Gospel Gem-Lighten up

2012-02-12T01:32:00.000-08:00

These quotes....they do good things for my soul. And i hope you need them just as much as i needed them today.

We know that on some level Jesus experienced the totality of mortal existence in Gethsemane. It’s our faith that he experienced everything - absolutely everything. Sometimes we don’t think through the implications of that belief. We talk in great generalities about the sins of all humankind, about the suffering of the entire human family. But we don’t experience pain in generalities. We experience it individually. That mean Jesus knows what it felt like when your mother died of cancer - how it was for your mother, how it still is for you. He knows what it felt like to lose the student body election. He knows that moment when the brakes locked, and the car started to skid. He experienced the slave ship sailing from Ghana toward Virginia. He experienced napalm in Vietnam. He knows about drug addiction and alcoholism. He knows the pain you live with when you come home to a quite apartment where the only children who ever come are visitors, when you hear that your former husband and his new wife were sealed in the temple last week, when your fiftieth wedding anniversary rolls around and your husband has been dead for two years. He knows all that. He’s been there. He’s been lower than all that.

Give him your whole heart, all the pieces, and let him heal you.

...If one great constant in the universe is the unfailing love of the Savior, the other great constant is his unfailing respect for human agency. He will not override your will, even for you own good. He will not compel you to accept his help. He will not force you to accept his companionship. He leaves you free to choose.

He’s not waiting for us to be perfect. Perfect people don’t need a Savior. He came to save us in our imperfections. He is the Lord of the living, and the living make mistakes. He’s not embarrassed by us, angry at us, or shocked. He wants us in our brokenness, in our unhappiness, in our guilt and our grief.

You know that people who live above a certain latitude and experience long winter nights can become depressed and even suicidal, because something in our bodies requires whole spectrum light for a certain number of hours a day. Our spiritual requirement for light is just as desperate and as deep as our physical need for light. Jesus is the light of the world. We know that this world is a dark place sometimes, but we need not walk in darkness. The people who sit in darkness have seen a great light, and the people who walk in darkness can have a bright companion. We need him, and he is ready to come to us, if we’ll open the door and let him.

-Chieko M. Okazaki (Lighten Up)

totter.

2012-02-09T23:05:00.000-08:00

The worst day of my life occurred when I was 4 and a half. Im quite positive I woke up on the wrong side of the bunkbed.

The first half of the memory is sort of vivid…but I remember everything that could go wrong, did. I remember I stubbed my widdle toe that morning and pretty sure I scream/cried like a banshee for a good 45 minutes. After the initial toe stub, I kept hurting myself as the day went on. I felt like demons from the eternal injury section of hell were literally working against me..and I was sure to die by the days end. Im pretty sure that day I burned my tongue on some mac and cheese, later bit my burned tongue, slammed my arm in my play desk, (in which i insisted on an ace bandage to heal me), tripped and scraped my knee, probably got smacked in the face/got my hair ripped out by 2 year old michelle a few times and the spiral just kept going downwards from there.

Since my miserable day kept getting worse, my wonderful mother decided she would take us to the park to cheer me up even though it was bloody hot outside in ghetto old fremont. I was stoooooooked! I put my kicks on and me and all my sisters loaded into the big purple station wagon. She dropped us off at the toe-up from the flo-up community center park as previously mentioned before…(the same community center where I met my first love, Matthew Frankenstein of course), and then went to the convenience store a block away to pick up a ‘surprise’ for me to cheer up my little self.

I sprinted to the jungle gym and was essentially running and playing my bad day right outta my 4 year old system. My sisters knew I was having a miserable day, so they tried to cheer me up as well. They even PLAYED WITH ME! (Sharon probably bribed them). I always begged my older sisters to play board games with me, but the next best thing was when Kristin allowed herself to actually get on the teeter totter with me. (she was 6, I was 4, and obviously not cool enough to be seen teetering with…but she made an exception for this day. i had a speech impediment and huge bangs...i don't blame her.)

Things were going GREAT and all of a sudden, the ominous station wagon pulls back up. Now…please imagine this in slow motion: happy little Nicole, laughing and giggling and teetering and tottering to my hearts desire. Hair flopping in the wind….little size tiny pink shoes bouncing off the ground…

As my mom gets out of the car and holds up the treats she got for us…. My sister Kristin obnoxiously screamed, “………………..POPSICLES!!???!!?!!!!!??!!!!!!??!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” and immediately leaped off the teeter-totter.... MID TOTTER….which left me to plummet down towards the ground a good 3 feet and land on my four year old fanny. HARD. Hard enough that I could not get up, even at the sight of popsicles... and quickly started wail/sobbing once more, probably from getting the wind knocked out of me/being shocked my sister would do such a thing, im sure also rolling around in the dirt/sand underneath the teeter totter waiting for my inevitable death.

Aaaaaaaaaand I blocked the rest of the day out of my memory. The end.

Chapter 1- Speech impediments & my first love.

2012-02-08T20:23:00.000-08:00

My friends always wonder how I remember so much crap. I must say, I have a great long-term memory. My short term is not so great, but whatever. Most people don’t remember lots from growing up.. but not me. I remember every nasty hot lunch I got..i remember getting yelled at by the yard duty when I wiped banana on my friends pants..i remember forgetting my ruler and sitting on the red bench at recess…I remember way way way too much.

So? i thought i'd jot down all the crap i remembered, just for kicks and giggles.

Chapter 1: The early years.

Pre-school. I was a skinny kid clad in green biker shorts and over-sized hand me down mickey mouse tee shirts. Though dressed like an orphan with a bad haircut, I was adorable because I still had darling mini baby teeth. (It is a known fact that kids get annoying when their adult teeth come in all skeewompis and rigid, and it automatically changes their ‘cuteness’ into ‘obnoxious’ and then into ‘stop spitting on me and shut your mouth’ when they get braces and can’t talk like a human.

Back to cute me. I also had a marvelous speech impediment..which made me sound like I was deaf and possibly born in another country. My sisters can attest to this. Not being able to say my ‘R’s made watching ‘Weading Wainbow’ QUITE difficult when my mother couldn’t figure out the channel I wanted her to put on. (I’d sit in my baby sisters car seat and eat granola bars in front of our 12 channel 13 inch tv. Yes, I was living the American dream, I was a speech-impediment-stricken-child and loved rocking in an infant car seat at the tender age of 4). I dreamed of being a guest star on ‘don’t take my word for it…’ where obnoxious children in outdated sweaters would talk about their favorite kid's books. I believed I could memorize those lines better than any of those bi-racial kids. I desperately wanted to meet Lavar Burton. And, I desperately wanted to be a star.

My speech impediment also hindered my eating habits, which caused both frustration and comic relief to my family, which pissed me right off. When I begged for ‘Waagnts and Cwaghas’ my father didn’t understand this as a type of food, but probably wondered if a gene mutation was surfacing after 4 years of somewhat normalcy. All I wanted was ‘ranch and crackers’ and wondered why my father couldn’t hear me, and I worried for his sanity. Also? only knowing how to say your 'j's like 'd's makes it very hard to yell to your mom a room is jammed and hot and really sweaty and I needed to go home, which came out as ‘dammed ahn haughnt ah wealley swea-hee ahn I neehee to go hoghem.’ (Note to future children: I will send you to resource if you talk like a moron. I don’t care if you miss recess, you will not talk like a moron.)

Saving my mothers sanity, she sent me to preschool at the ghetto local community center for half the day where I begged for extra homework from miss Lisa and fell in love with the first dreamy boy I’d ever met. Matthew Frankenstein. Yes, that was his real name. No he did not look like a green corpse, but had beautiful black hair and an adorable freckle on his cheek.(That was the beginning of pairing my first name with my love's last. My parents should have taken this as a forewarning and been prepared for my teenage dating years. Had I been able to write? All over my preschool drawings would have been doodles of ‘Nicole Frankenstein’ with little hearts dotting the I’s) OH how I swooned at him and how I strategically invited him into my fort to take him away from all the other desperate girls in my class for stolen romantic moments under the counter during play time.

A downfall of this new found love, was curiosity. Something I’m deeply ashamed of… I could not exactly figure out the difference between boys and girls. So naturally, I invited my darling Matthew into the bathroom with me to use to toilet next to me, so I could figure out why boys pee standing up, and why girls sit down. (the preschool toilets obviously didn’t value 4 year old privacy, so there were NO dividers in between the squat stations. Scary, but intriguing. I blame them for my curiosity). Matthew refused the offer telling me he didn’t need to go, and I think I was slightly relieved because I'm pretty sure my 4 year old self had to go #2. So, it took me until kindergarten to understand the difference between boys and girls, when Max Broun explained to me things I think I’ve blocked out of my memory.( All I remember from that day was him coming out of the bathroom and after our conversation, he ate a handful of chunky paste and I told on him) So, was it curiosity or a precursor to turning into a female pervert? I am ashamed.

Next up: The worst day of my 4 year old life.

valentines photo shoot

2012-02-06T13:29:00.000-08:00

once upon a time, an adorable friend of mine named Raquel asked me to snap a few photos of her and her hub for their first valentines together...even though i dont quite know what i'm doing. but i think they turned out ADORBZ...don't you? (it didn't hurt that they are literally the most beaaauuuttiifullll couple ever)
:)

shes gooooone

2012-01-30T13:17:00.000-08:00

due to a few recent turns of events.... i've been on the upswing of things.

or as kirk would say, 'dark nicole' is gone. WOOP WOOP.

and let me tell you..it feels great. im banking on this feeling lasting quite some time. i feel really blessed to have lots of positive people in my life as of late and just feel good. not to say i don't have my hard hours.. tough nights or miserable dreams that i still wish would go away, but i'm finally feeling okay.

(it only took a year).

so come at me 18 credits and term papers. come at me mean little drug moms, i'll call CPS on you.. come at me 13 extra pounds im gonna tackle. and RUN at me future husband!

im ready im ready im ready!

Ryan Gosling....Hey Girl

2012-01-22T13:22:00.000-08:00

i just would like everyone to know....i've loved him since 'breaker high' in the mid 90's. that is all.

great people deserve CREDIT!

2012-01-19T23:44:00.000-08:00

am i allowed to do that? PR for friends and family on my blog? of course i am. its my blog, snitches.

i hate when people put stuff on their blog like, 'hey, i have a deal with target to tell everyone on my blog to go buy their slippers. so go buy their slippers, they are comfy and have my seal of approval. dar dar dar.' ITS ANNOYING. but this....isnt that. its just loved ones who i'd like to be appreciated...mmk?

okay so, i know some very talented people. so i thought i'd take a minute and go ahead and brag/tell you about them so YOU can enjoy them as much as i do.

first of all....
i have these friends.. these guitar-playin singer best friends. they are sisters and truly have the best voices EVER. due to an amazing song they wrote that you can find HERE...they just signed a contract to be NEDA's (National Eating Disorder Association) ambassadors, and are on their way to the top! their music is amazing and you should totes check them out. You know the kinda music that makes you go.. 'yeah...thats EXACTLY how i feel!' well, that is them.
THE FALKKKKKK SISTERSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
here are 2 of my favorites i always demand them to play for me:

second of all.................
MISS BOOTH/Mrs. Petty/ Big sister Jackie.
She is a bay area photographer but ALSO comes to Utah often to do shoots. Her prices & pictures are GREAT and she is just so darn cute how can you refuse her services? She takes photos cause she loves doing it, not for the monnnaayy. Please view some of her 2011 pictures at her JUMP site!
(and how cute is this mommy/daughter shoot she did?)

third of all..................
TAMALYN. She is my 2nd in line big sister, and has an etsy shop she has been slowly working on over the past little while. Its still in the works, but she is a graphic designer lady and has some great photo layouts for photographers to sell to clients..or just people looking for the perfect photo display templates. I'm sort of bad at explaining it because i'm not a graphic designer person...so go to her Etsy Site and take a looksie!

SEE YA K BAI

babies babies babies babies

2012-01-13T01:08:00.000-08:00

i love them. i love their widdle hands and their widdle feet and their annoying widdle cry.

working in the NICU & the mama unit has been amazing. last semester i saw and did a lot of really cool stuff..helped with adoptions, was the witness on the surrogacy papers, educated countless moms on post partum depression, counseled a family who was about to lose their baby..witnessed moms kissing and crying onto their sweet little angels who didn't make it to this world and learning the correct words to offer for comfort...it has been amazing working here. i love it and it makes me excited to have my own someday. a baby to call MY OWN! a baby that looks like me..has my nose (maybe my husbands eyes) and has a smile just like mine.

i love walking into a room and seeing one mother holding her baby and notice its little yawn..and i love walking into another room down the hall and see a fatty little 9 pounder with tons of hair on its little noggin..i love catching myself talking babytalk to these mom's babies..even if im cooing in english to a cutie little hispanic baby. they probly think im a NUT. (its fine. i pretend 1. the baby can understand me....2. the baby is bi-lingual)

its not all fun and games though. its hard and draining and i've come home almost in tears before. i'll be gone from the hospital for a few days and when i come back and ask about the case i was on, it is a punch in the chest to hear that my NICU baby has passed away. the same NICU baby that i was informed was possibly not going to make it, but the parents believed the baby would. ive never felt like i was lying to a patient before when i went in their room getting information, giving encouraging words about the skill of the NICU staff and the truly amazing care their baby was getting, but legally not being able to even hint that i knew anything about the medical situation.. after i heard the news, i think.."i wish i woulda been there to follow up with that family, so they didnt have to talk to a complete stranger at the time they needed someone most. even if i wasn't good at my job, at least they could have recognized a familiar face when they were making final arrangements! at least they could have had that." it is frustrating to me that i couldn't be there. it hurts my heart and i wish i could have attended the funeral, could have followed up with them afterwards. but once the case is handed off to someone else, thats the end of it and you never see them again. and it sucks.

alot of times i feel unqualified to be asking such personal questions when i'm doing a patient screening...(asking very personal questions about marriage status..living arrangements..outside relationships...drug and alcohol use..etc.) wanna know who scares me most though? excuse my language...but bratty teenage girls who dont give a rats ass that they just birthed a MIRACLE, because they are busy thinking about when their next high will be, or when the next time they can secretly run to the parkinglot to take a smoke. it drives me bonkers, and those teenagers really intimiade me. they make me sweat and mumble and i hate it! my boss said when i get nervouse like that around drug moms and teens, i need to walk in and act like i'm 'all that and a bag of chips' because they need to know they need to respect me (and quit texting while i'm talking to them for crying out loud) and that i have a 'certain level of superiority' when i am inquring about hx of drug use and things like that. (this is not to act like i am better than them at all..but it is to create a professional relationship so they'll take me seriously when i offer them legit resources that can improve their lives, even if they deny me.) so basically, i need to act like i know what i'm doing, even when in my head i'm having flashbacks to the scary kids by the 1100 hall at davis high. gotta cut those flashbacks out..hahah. i need to work on that. :/

high profile cases make me have severe anxiety..hoping i did everything fully and right and legally..and thats all i'll say about that.

i also dont think newborns look as much like aliens as i did before. (but they are still weird lookin when they are brand new and their faces are still swollen)

anyway, babies are just little miracles swaddled up in cuteness....i just feel so blessed to be able to be a part of the social work team at mckay-dee.

that is all.

Best beauty pageant kid ever

2012-01-12T21:35:00.000-08:00

Prepare....to be amazed.

2012-01-05T18:05:00.000-08:00

Sandpaper.

2012-01-02T02:04:00.000-08:00

when an ex gets a significant other...girlfriend...or engaged.

its a funny thing. see, i've been thinking about this for a while. and i'm not quite sure why it just rubs me the wrong way..but it just does...especially since its 3 in the morning! its like sandpaper kind of. not really, but kind of ..maybe i just craft too much...but hear me out, even though this is the stupidest comparison i think i've ever made. if someone were to rub sandpaper on my skin just once, it wouldnt be so bad. i'd just be like, 'hey, ouch, please stop that.' but then they keep rubbing and rubbing and rubbing until it bleeds, it hurts, and then im just MAD. crab-apple-mcnasty mad. and HURT! pardon me for running with this sandpaper crap, but try to follow:

sandpaper is good. cool for crafts, great for wood, useless just sitting there though. its always nice to know that sandpaper is there, just in case i need it. and sometimes, sandpaper pops up when i dont need it, but its always reassuring to put it back somewhere i know i can easily access it. i've used that sandpaper in the past and have good memories with that sandpaper. its very useful! it has made me happy. we made a good crafting team. and i'll always remember the good times i had with that sandpaper...but i'll just tuck it away for now. BUT WAIT. what if i need it for something? what if someday i have a craft and i specifically NEED that piece of sandpaper? what if i try other sandpapers out but they arent as good as the first one?

but then sandpaper goes all over facebook putting pictures up of its NEW life and even though i tucked it away long ago, it rubs me the wrong way once or twice. but i dont bleed yet...its not like sandpaper has COMPLETELY disappeared from my life...its just a little uncomfortable scratchy feeling. but now im constantly thinking about sandpaper and its new sandpapery life. then sandpaper starts bragging about marrying off and starting a new happy life together with someone ELSE. and then it rubs some more harder and harder and is just so sandpapery and happy and then i start to bleed. and now im just pissy.

its just sandpaper. i can get a different type. and that one was old anyways and i hadnt used it for years. but i dont want sandpaper gallavanting off with someone ELSE. that is craft betrayal. "HOW DARE SANDPAPER!", i think..."I own sandpaper! i used it for a project for like.. 2 whole months once! and even though the project turned out bad...it was fun making the project! how dare sandpaper start a project with SOMEONE ELSE..."

...i think i'm just selfish and feel like i own every piece of sandpaper i've ever used. so when they begin to start new lives, and rub their sandpapery life all in my stupid face...it hurts a widdle bit.

its selfish of me and bitter of me. (gotta work on that)
but i guess im sad i just will never ever ever ever have the option to use that certain piece of sandpaper again. because once sandpaper seals the deal with their someone new and sandpapers girlfriend changes her last name on facebook to his...the deal is sealed. and sandpaper is lost forever.

so, ive come to the conclusion that my attitude just leaves me bleeding and hurt.
guess i just gotta go shopping for some more.

new yearzz rezzolutionz

2012-01-01T22:09:00.000-08:00

1. lose 13 pounds. (much easier sounding than 15)
2. get a REAL job (one where my bachelors is required)
3. travel to at least 5 different states
4. 1 out of the country
5. work on my handwriting (dont judge me)
6. get rid of any bitterness in my heart

six. not too shabby....those are doable.

Letter to 2012,
Hey, please be better than 2011. 2011 sucked bad.
I'd like you to shower me with gifts, a new car, and lots of money...
but really if you can only choose one thing, a new car would be cool.
bye

love,
me

22!

2011-12-31T01:35:00.000-08:00

my birfday was great. it involved family, wingers, cake, friends, presents and games.. what more could a girl ask for?

im 22 now..
and this will be a good year for me.
a really good year.
great, in fact.
(positive thinking, people.)

im gonna learn to sew lots of kewl stuff on my sewing machine...use my hobby lobby giftcard erryday and become a crafting wizard...im gonna lose my handles of love...and im gonna TRAVEL lots of places. woop woop!

time to read some more hungry games in my comfy jammies.

day 30!..i'm 22!

2011-12-29T00:46:00.000-08:00

day 30....30 facts about you.

1. today i am 22 (which i will post about later)
2. i enjoy wearing cute dresses and high heels
3. i still have that 15 lbs to shed thats been hanging around my mid section
4. im currently wasting my winter break watching the seasons of FRIENDS..and it feels so good.
5. i am graduating with my bachelors in social work in april
6. i am going to the dominican republic in august for a study abroad service trip to finish my 3 lingering credits
7. queso makes me vomit
8. nutella makes me heppy.
9. hobby lobby is sort of like a drug to me
10. the huge grungy muppet gives me anxiety still to this day due to a nightmare i had when i was 5
11. its my dogs birthday today. that makes us twins.
12. if i got ready as much as i did in jr high, i'd probly have a boyfriend
13. i love acting so so so much, but havent for years
14. i paint/draw when i'm bored
15. i can sing with my mouth closed
16. i can also wiggle my ears
17. my first loves name in preschool was 'matthew frankenstein'
18. when i was little, i wanted to be asian, because 'Minn' on Barney was asian
19. i then changed my mind and wanted to switch my identity to Kimberly (the pink power ranger) and told my mother that when i was 18, i was legally changing my name to Kimberly whether she liked it or not.
20. i have 3 types of books on my bookshelf: harry potter, shakespear, and self help break up books. ha.
21. i have never smoked/drank and never plan to
22. i rode in the back of a cop car once, it was awesome. (i found a little boy on the side of the road and we were searching for his house..its not as rebellious as it sounds)
23. i hate dance parties. and dancing. unless i'm in a costume..then i like it.
24. i used to crimp my hair evreyday so it was crunchy and stiff. ek.
25. i wore overalls everyday in the 5th grade. (I WAS FAT...take that into consideration)
26. ive spent the last 2 summers escaping to hawaii for weeks on end
27. sometimes when im at resturants and a little kid looks over at me, i do this 'ttsschh' sound effect and scary face that sometimes makes them cry.
28. i faked an athsma attack in the 6th grade to get out of running the mile
29. i then faked another one in 9th grade during a track meet.
30. i dont like social gatherings..they stress me out. maybe thats why i stay home with my awesome family so much :)

TADAAAAAAAA.
im done with the 30 day challenge!
it only took me a year.
this was the first 'new years resolution' that i ever finished.

HUZZAH, SNITCHES!

happy birthday to me, i'll post about it later.
gonna go watch friends till i fall asleep.
bai.

happy christmas+day 29

2011-12-27T01:42:00.000-08:00

everyone have a good christmas? i diddddddddddddd. i got a sewing machine from santa....gonna domesticate it up in the months to come. :)

day 29. who are you?

i am nicole linnae booth.

...daughter of bri & share

...sister to 4 booth beauties

...social worker to hospital patients

...puppy rescuer extrordinaire
...excessive blogger
...pinterest addict

...giver of service to old people

...professional teenage-girl-esque emotion shower

...lover of all things nutella

28- two confessions

2011-12-24T02:40:00.000-08:00

Day 28. Two confessions.

Confession #1:

im not sure how many of you know this....but once upon a time when i was 15...and my parents were out of town..and i didnt have my license nor my permit..................i stole my sisters car to drive to my friend brooke's house cuz i was bored. i then joy rided around her neighborhood, picked up another friend, and drove back home. i got grounded for months (which ended up only being a few weeks..teehee)..... after my mother found out via THE INTERWBZ when i was bragging to all my friends on MSN messenger.......anyways. i was in deep shiz and it was the stupidest thing i ever did.
but the best part about it?
a. the first thing my dad said, was 'well i know where she gets it from. i used to take my parents car out all the time when i was 13'
b. i met my boyfriend because i was under house arrest. holllaaaaaa.

Confession #2:

i dont think i have ever told this to ANYONE.
so...here i am interwebz.... finally getting this off my chest after oh...13 years? -_-

when i was in elementary school, i was on the 'student council'...mostly it was just a handful of kids who got elected to talk about school during one of the lunch hours.
well, as the council, we decided to put a suggestion box in the office so students could put suggestions in there so we could duscuss ways we could improve our school. (not like we really had any power to do anything about our school?)
the suggestions usually consisted of 'get vending machines' (in which im pretty sure i promised in my election speech) and 'no homework!' and 'cake for lunch' and 'FIRE MRS. DUNG' (our school nurse, whos last name really was DUNG)....and 'RECESS ALL DAY!'

well..me and my friends...we were hard-a's. and we liked to swear alot. now, i knew swearing was bad, didnt really understand what those words meant, i just knew it was cool and bad, so i did it. (im the perfect poster child for the bad kid in a seminary video....elementary style)
anyways, we would come up with tons of suggestions and stuff them in the box.
well.............i remember once i wrote a LONG letter to the box, annonymously, describing how the 'bathrooms smelled like hell and ass' and used other curse words in which i can't quite remember....but i know i used at least 5. (please imagine a chubby 9 year old nicole scribbling these words out onto wide ruled binder paper with my lisa frank pencil).

i remember proof reading it with my friends on the playground, and one of my old teachers was on yard duty that day.
"what ya reading there?"
i shoved the crass 'suggestion' into my overalls pocket and said
"oh nooooothing mrs. wheeler!"
...i then ran the the office at the speed of light to deliver my inappropriate suggestion before anyone could stop me.

upon entering student council later that week, the president made an announcement....that the suggestion box would no longer be in the office, because they were getting letters that involved inappropriate language that was offensive..and the suggestions started turning into really mean rants. students were cussing in the suggestions so the box was no longer allowed.

.............................they cancelled 'the box' because of me.
because of my bad-a 4th grade self.

i really do feel so much better now that i confessed that one.

day 25

2011-12-23T00:26:00.000-08:00

25. ten movies you love

1. That Thing You Do

Guy Patterson is just a dreamboat, and 'the bass player' kinda looks like my ex boyfriend.
i can quote 95% of this movie and whenever i hear about a new fling, i like to say... 'they make a cute couple, huh?'

2. Ten Things I Hate About You

Heath Ledger serenading me on the high school bleachers? *passes out with giddy girl joy*

3. The Family Stone

....i cried. and then i cried some more because it threw in the cancer card into the movie. but its reaaaaary good.

4. The Prestige

You make me swoon, magic man. You. make. me. swoon.

5. Titanic

Why didnt she let him onto the floating headboard with him!? THEY BOTH COULD HAVE SURVIVED! alas, her periwinkle dress made me envious, even when she was near death looking like a chilly little corpse, i thought she looked quite stylish.

6. HARRY POTTAH 1-7.2

must i even explain?

7. P.S. i love you

The part where she is reading the letter he wrote to her...when she is sitting in his backyard in Ireland... ah...and he is half there half not because he's kinda dead...but he IS there...i sob every time.

8. Crazy Stupid Love

I love the part where she calls him to help her 'fix' the gaslight in the basement..when really she just wanted to hear his voice. And he can see her through the window, and just smiles at her lying to him while she is crying.

9. Pride & Prejudice

I hope to someday dance in a ballroom with my love and have everyone magically disappear in the room so it is only me and him...and i will be completel, perfectly, incandescently happy.

10. The Help

i love emma stone, i love eqaulity, and i love when mean racist people eat pies full of $..#..!..+..

day 24

2011-12-19T19:00:00.000-08:00

Day 24: Someone you would switch lives with for a day and why

call me crazy..........
but i would switch lives with.....
..ok its a toss up between a kardashian sister and kate middleton.

why:

1.every kardash sister is super rich and i cannot IMAGINE how much money they are able to spend, anxiety-free, day by day. droppin a thou aint no thing at tiffany's! man.. what would that be like!?

2. princess kate is pure class...has the most beautiful dresses...and lives in a palace.

..on the other hand...the kardashians are sort of super slutty...

...and princess kate doesnt eat more than a few leaves of lettuce a day
.....and is married to a balding gentleman. hmm.

so maybe this means i secretly have some desire to be filthy rich?
that must be it.
-_-