tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604546976135521972024-03-05T05:29:35.627-08:00I'm Just Sayin...Whatever I Want!Courtney "Mable" Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446593226720315220noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460454697613552197.post-90367942773523013592011-06-02T07:09:00.000-07:002011-06-02T07:09:24.050-07:00I Don't Want Your Disease You Fabarazeee!So, I arrived at my new job with a new family on Friday May 6th, And yeah, I know that was almost a month ago, but I've been busy give me a break. I travelled over 1500 miles, and three dayas with Gus to get here, and it was so worth it to be with these kids. They are fun, and undeniably hilarious. Just for introductions sake, Blondie, the oldest is twelve and she's a little shy, but has been slowly coming around. She's quite the helper though. She is gorgeous, seriously. Hammy is ten, and HI-freaking-LARIOUS! He is the main subject of the post but we will get to that. The youngerst is Toothless. She is seven and is also pretty funny. She is the most outgoing and sassy of the group! There is also Cadet. He is eleven, well twelve today I guess. He goes to a military bording school in Kansas, so I am still trying to get to know him better. He is the perfect only child. And then the other kids come home and he becomes my little cupcake baked by the freaking devil!Any ways.. Gus and myself were unpacking my room a couple weeks ago when the short people came in to help. We were rockin out to GaGa's Bad Romance and Hammy was singing along too. After he sang the line, "I want your love, and I want your disease," he stops, looks at me very seriously and says "Oh NO! I don't want your disease!" and then goes back to rockin' out. It was seriously the funniest freaking thing I have ever heard!!!. Also, the next morning the two youngest members of the short people gang were in my room playing with Gus's ipod. Hammy comes in my attached bathroom and says, "Excuse me, but Toothless wont share the ipod, and I'm very upset." HAHA! I had a hard time not laughing because his face was so serious! Toothless also has quite the funny bone. Around the same time as Hammy's lack of disease outburst, the song had changed to Poparatzi, also by the infamous GaGa, Toothless is screaming at the top of her lungs, "Iwwl fowwow you untiw you love me! Faba Faba Fabarazeee!!" Man these kids are too funny! Thank you Blondie, Cadet, Hammy, and Toothless for making my days here full of laughs! You are my favorite short people!Courtney "Mable" Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446593226720315220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460454697613552197.post-40822768291889910912011-04-20T07:31:00.000-07:002011-04-20T07:31:25.118-07:008:15amIt's 8:15am, and I need an adult beverage. It have just been one of those awful, horribly annoying mornings for the second morning in a row. Yesterday, I took a mental health day and relaxed. I can't take two in a row! That would be madness!! Plus, my mental health is shot, so it would really just be for the sake of everyone else's mental health in having to deal with a raving psycho! And what is this psycho raving about?! A smoke detector you say? Well now, that is strange! REALLY?! REALLY?! Cause I wasn't aware that ranting about a smoke detector is irrational...Huh, I'm gunna have to write that down. So, I resort to needing an adult beverage...oh wait...I can't have one! 1. Because I really don't want one, 2. I can't have one even if I did actually want one because I'm LDS, and like that a whole lot more, and 3. If 1 and 2 weren't in effect, it still wouldn't change the fact that I am not old enough to get one! Well frickity frack!!This is soo not my morning! My smoke alarm is beeping. INCESSANTLY!!! It is driving me mad(er)! It is grating on my already raw nerves that were grated down from yesterday's day from you know where! Bah!! Seriously! Stop beeping! For the love of Maude please stop before I lose my schmidt! Again, I'm aware that this is crazy and I should probably stop. However, telling a raving woman to stop being upset is like telling a pregnant woman that she's fat. You are probably going to get popped in the face. Or the junk. <br />
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I'm Just Sayin'Courtney "Mable" Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446593226720315220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460454697613552197.post-42145815684174671262011-04-18T22:31:00.000-07:002011-04-18T22:31:21.468-07:00Have You Heard the One About Sexual Favors and the Bank Teller?Alright so, sadly this isn't a joke. Well it is, but not the kind of joke that has a punch line and everyone is like "Bahahahahaha!! That's so funny!" NO. WRONG! Soooo not that kind of joke! Here it goes.<br />
I have these two friends, Emily and Joe, and they have these three awesome kiddos, Jake, Kory, and Rae. Often I watch these kiddos for Emmers and Joseph because I love them, and their kids are super awesome! So one day, Em the Fantastical, gives me a check and giggles as she is writing this....I don't understand. She hands me the check, and I just fold it because I think it is rude to flaunt money in public. Cause what if someone next to you is super poor and you're flaunting money like, "Oh yeah I'm THIS kind of awesome to have all this money! Go me!" Rude right? Right. So, anywho...I look at it later and in the memo line, staring at me like that creeper in the McDonald's drive through window...it clearly says, "for sexual favors." I blushed. Cherry.Red. There I was, the possessor of a check with the words "sexual favors" written on it, signed by the wife of the man whose name is on the check. Wow, that makes me look super scandalous.<br />
I HAD to deposit the check because I had just sent my car payment and I was poorer than dirt. Not even dirt, cause even dirt has nutrients and such.. I was as poor as....sand? Yup sand! I reluctantly drive to the drive through of the bank and avoid eye contact with the teller as I push the check and a deposit slip towards her. She is taking forever, and so I HAVE to look up. There she is...staring at me with wide eyes and a flushed face. I look away, slightly abashed.<br />
I will admit that it was pretty funny, but it's hard to take that to the bank. I REALLY don't want to be arrested for prostitution ya know? That would just throw a huge kink in my life. Not to mention I don't think the Bishop would renew by temple recommend. Just sayin'.<br />
So, to continue with the story. This last weekend I watched Em and Joe's kids again. They were the bomb.com thanks for askin! However, as I was heading out the door, Joe writes me a check and hands it to me with a huge mischievous grin on his face. There, again, on the memo line is "sexual favors." AGAIN. REALLY?? I laughed until I realized that the same teller was at the bank. I chickened out and couldn't go through the line. I have yet to deposit this check because for two weeks in a row I have been compensated by Emily and Joe W. for "sexual favors" aka babysitting. And to top it off, this week was signed by Joe. Awkward. Really really. This is causing a serious spike in my blood pressure.<br />
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I'm Just Sayin'<br />
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p.s. Em if you are reading this..you are probably laughing your head off because you think you are super funny. You, my dear friend, may be suffering from bungholiosis. Oh yeah. I went there! Also, if I get thrown in jail for prostitution you are SOOO bailing me out!<br />
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again,<br />
I'm Just Sayin'Courtney "Mable" Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446593226720315220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460454697613552197.post-50480472943471251032011-04-17T20:27:00.000-07:002011-04-17T20:32:11.921-07:00A Musical Evening<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I love musical theatre--thanks Mom--and Sundays are usually my musicals day. Why you ask? Well I'll tell you!! Sundays is "Musical Day" because 99.9% of musicals are completely Sunday appropriate. Also, I have tons of free time on Sunday because: </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> </div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cap'n...you must have done <br />
something good.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> A. I don't work or do homework on Sundays</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">and </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> B. Musicals are super awesome, just like Sundays!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gene, you can sing for me in the rain <br />
whenever you feel so inclined!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Today's musicals of choice are The Sound of Music, and Singin' in the Rain. Two of my all time favorite musicals! They both have dreamy men in them. The Sound of Music has Christopher Plummer and Singin' in the Rain has TWO!!! Gene Kelly (ok don't judge me because I'm totally drooling right now) and Donald O'Connor. Alright so Donald is more of a nerdy cute than dreamy but I really like him. He's funny, and what can I say...I'm a sucker for the funny, nerdy guy. Just sayin'. Hey I don't think I've used the byline in an actual post instead of just at the end! Baha! I'm gettin' more awesomer! Anywho! I LOVE musicals! Somtimes I wish I lived in a musical and I could just sing out my thoughts to the world! Actually, Utah State had this group, and I was walking around the mall and all of a sudden someone started singing. Before you knew it there were 10ish people singing and dancing around the mall! It was FULLY AWESOMER!!! I really wanted to be part of that group! Randomly busting into song in public! I actually bust out into dance quite often...mostly embarrassing the person I am with at the moment..</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look at the nerdily handsome and goofy face! <br />
How can you resist that?! <br />
Achem..the one on the left...incase<br />
you were worried about my sanity.</td></tr>
</tbody></table></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">STORY TIME!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I don't know about you, but story time was always my favorite part of elementary school (the first being nap time...duh). So this one time (not at band camp) I was living with the bestest roommate ever Keishbobeish, and I was waiting for a letter from my missionary. If you know a girl who writes a missionary, letters are serious. If you mess with the letters or anything to do with mail, YOU.WILL.DIE. No joke. So one day I was checking the mail and I was by myself in the mail room. I wasn't expecting a letter cause it was so late I wasn't sure if it was coming at all! But it was THERE! If you can imagine my excitement...then you know what happened next. I busted into dance like Michael Jackson! Whoo!! "The way you make me feeeeeel!!" Achem. Anywho... as it turns out I wasn't alone in the mail room. The girl in there cleared her throat to let me know she was there. I stopped mid moon walk (or what was my attempt at the moon walk.. not pretty) and blushed. She understood me though. She looked at me and said, "Missionary letter?" All I could do was nod, turn around, and walk away. For those two or three moments my life was a musical, and IT.WAS.EPIC!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I'm Just Sayin'</div>Courtney "Mable" Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446593226720315220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460454697613552197.post-18593153959702300412011-04-15T08:33:00.000-07:002011-04-15T08:45:35.359-07:00Ready, Set....Go?<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I have been packed to go to Texas for a few days now. Alright for a week. Everything other than what I use everyday is ready to go, even the things that I'm not taking. The thing with all this waiting though is that is has given me a lot of time to think about my adventure! LAME. I would rather not think about it until I get there. My best friend is moving to Australia, and I've been occupied trying to get her to not go. But she is more stubborn than I am, and that's saying something! So, she's determined and I don't have anything to occupy the space that is now filled with thinking about leaving my family. HELP! I was doin' pretty good about pushing it out. I rock out to my ipod and whatev. Well yesterday, my ipod turned on me. It's EVIL!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I was walking to the bus stop, listening to my "Happy Go Lucky" playlist, because (obviously) it is filled with happy, rockin, gotta sing along songs. NO! Somehow a slow, sad, and highly annoying (only because it made me do the thing that I didn't want to do...think) song creeps in!! How the frick did you get in there?!?! BAAHH!!! Not only was it annoying because it made me want to kill myself..its a Miley song. And not only was it a Miley song, it was THIS song! RUDE!!!!! I pretty muuch was cryin on the bus....nice. I am officially that creepy, sad, pittiful girl who is randomly crying on a public bus....awesome..thank you Miley.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/g3LS-VT3K8A?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">My dad is all for the Texas thing now. It's weird. But he's my papa bear. I'm not really sure what he's actually feeling. Both of my parents are being weird about it. Like completely supportive and letting me live my life...wait thats what parents are supposed to do?! Weird! All jokes aside, I really am going to miss my family. My brother already wants to fly to Texas to visit me and I'm not even there yet! haha! Family is the best ever...even when they are 1,367 miles away.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm Just Sayin'</div>Courtney "Mable" Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446593226720315220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460454697613552197.post-65124465388327646812011-04-07T20:14:00.000-07:002011-04-07T20:14:43.036-07:00My Mouth is Full...So, I asked my best friend what the title of my blog post should be, and incidentely I did have food in my mouth. She said, your mouth is full. Hence, the painfully unwitty and irrelevent title. <br />
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Many of you may be wondering what has been going on in my life since I have not blogged in a month. I realize that I am the worst blogger ever, but you that know me well know that I am horrible at witting letters. I'm kinda flaky at that ( with a few exceptions, and you know who you are (: ). Sooo....get ready for this!!!<br />
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The first thing that has changed from last month is that I am now single. It was unexpected, it needed to happen and I am at peace with it. I learned a lot about myself, and grew quite a bit.<br />
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The next thing is that I am MOVING!! Yay!!! I got a nanny job in McKinney (really just Dallas) Texas with a WONDERFUL family! The mother is a single working mom with 4 children that she has adopted. They are 7, 10, 11, 12 and the cuttest kiddos ever! She is an amazing woman, and I can't wait to work with her and her children! That's the biggest news! I put my 2 weeks notice in on Monday and packed most of my things up today. Mostly just things that I'm not taking with me, so that my parents can come get it. I am going to miss my parents and all my brothers though. Not to get too mushy, but I try not to think about leaving them behind. Especially my dad. I'm gunna miss him a lot. IDK if he knows, but I miss him most when I go. I love my Mom and brothers too, but I guess I just have a special relationship with my papa. I'm his Mabley, and we've been through alot together.<br />
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Anywho! The semester is over in 3 weeks, and then I'm headed out! I'm riding with my bestest friend Brianna "Burton Guster" Shaw! I'm so excited!! I will keep yall's posted.....to the best of my flaky ability :)<br />
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Cause lets face it...I'm flakier than frosted flakes!<br />
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I'm just sayin'Courtney "Mable" Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446593226720315220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460454697613552197.post-7515030979209438662011-03-08T14:51:00.000-08:002011-03-08T14:51:32.791-08:00Worst EverAlright, so I'm not so hot at the whole blogging everyday thing. It just isn't going to happen. It is HIGHLY unrealistic for me. I don't have time, nor do I have any super cool awesome things to blog about. I'd write about a book I'm reading, but I haven't finished it yet, so writing about it would be complete injustice. However, I will tell you that so far it is AMAZING!! It is Anita Stansfield's new book Shadows of Brierley, and I love it. She is most definitely in the top 3 favorites of my favorite LDS novelists. The others being Josi Kilpack, and a interchangeable space between Dean Hughs and oh dang I would forget his name.... Shoot. If you are reading this, author of Fire of the Covenant and Undaunted, I'm sincerely sorry for not being able to remember your name! <br />
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Books have been on my mind lately. Mostly because I have this MASSIVE bookshelf, and 2 or 3 boxes full of books and I haven't had time to read any of them. I know we have established that I am Superwoman, but even she can't do it all right? I haven't even been able to cook very much this semester. I've only baked ONE thing this whole semester! Gross I know. I can't believe it! I made black bottom cupcakes, and forgot to put sugar in them.... WHAT?!?! Who forgets to put sugar in cupcakes? Its like ingredient #2! Seriously. I guess this has turned into more of a complaining post than anything else, but my next one will be happy!! :) This is just motivating me to make more "me time."<br />
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Me time is important. It keeps my mental health intact..and that is VERY important.<br />
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I'm Just Sayin'Courtney "Mable" Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446593226720315220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460454697613552197.post-5057903904423644822011-03-03T12:05:00.000-08:002011-03-03T12:05:00.700-08:00Crazy 30 Day Thing...So, on facebook there is this 30 day photo challenge, and I rather enjoy reading them. I want to do one, but I do NOT want to post it on facebook. Sometimes I think that there is a lot of oversharing happening on facebook nowadays! Seriously! SOOO I'm going to do it on here, cause lets face it, hardly anyone reads this...so yeah!!! Here are my days! Yay me!<br />
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Day 01 - A picture of yourself with fifteen facts.<br />
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Day 02 - A picture of you and the person you have been close with for the longest.<br />
Day 03 - A picture of the cast from your favorite show.<br />
Day 04 - A picture of your perfect day.<br />
Day 05 - A picture of your favorite memory.<br />
Day 06 - A picture of a person you'd love to trade places with for a day.<br />
Day 07 - A picture of someplace you've traveled to.<br />
Day 08 - A picture that makes you laugh.<br />
Day 09 - A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most.<br />
Day 10 - A picture of the person you do the most messed up things with.<br />
Day 11 - A picture of someone you see yourself marrying one day.<br />
Day 12 - A picture of something you love.<br />
Day 13 - A picture of your favorite band or artist.<br />
Day 14 - A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without.<br />
Day 15 - A picture of something you want to do before you die.<br />
Day 16 - A picture of someone who inspires you.<br />
Day 17 - A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently.<br />
Day 18 - A picture of your biggest insecurity.<br />
Day 19 - A picture of you when you were little.<br />
Day 20 - A picture a habit you wish you didnt have.<br />
Day 21 - A picture of something you wish you could forget.<br />
Day 22 - A picture of something you wish you were better at.<br />
Day 23 - A picture of your favorite book.<br />
Day 24 - A picture of something you wish you could change.<br />
Day 25 - A picture of you last year.<br />
Day 26 - A picture of something that means a lot to you.<br />
Day 27 - A picture of yourself and a family member.<br />
Day 28 - A picture of something you're afraid of.<br />
Day 29 - A picture that can always make you smile.<br />
Day 30 - A picture of someone you miss.See MoreCourtney "Mable" Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446593226720315220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460454697613552197.post-22475079885736726332011-01-28T23:56:00.000-08:002011-01-28T23:56:30.169-08:00Gus, Don't Be This Crevice In My Arm!Alright, so to recap on my life, due to my horrible blogging skills, this is what has been happening in my life over the break!<br />
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So, my bestest friend ever, Brianna Guster Brentloaf Susan Shaw, and I are addicted to Psych!!! It is by far one of the best shows ever! Along with Big Bang Theory! Anyways, we are pretty much married... people think we are attached at the hip, but we just don't get it. We spend time apart...sometimes... like when we sleep! Anyways these are some of our adventures as of late! <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXj5MY2L6Tics9lSzcq9m_6zLTWaSssjvswxzQy14B6i44lIOVn4gfx-ATkH9ZI8w_BjyM-mn5yFneuZ4CA3o3bnATXqNc4aBIkbmO93wfqKu3ORgt1zLRo_3RaNo0MppZVRW5NB5ZCIs/s1600/SANY0034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXj5MY2L6Tics9lSzcq9m_6zLTWaSssjvswxzQy14B6i44lIOVn4gfx-ATkH9ZI8w_BjyM-mn5yFneuZ4CA3o3bnATXqNc4aBIkbmO93wfqKu3ORgt1zLRo_3RaNo0MppZVRW5NB5ZCIs/s320/SANY0034.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We are still in logan!!! We are so awesome!!! WE totally had a blast! There will be some more pictures later! But yay!!!! I blogged! Congratulations to me!!!</div>Courtney "Mable" Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446593226720315220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460454697613552197.post-77172910541551245512011-01-24T11:24:00.001-08:002011-01-24T11:24:43.697-08:00Patience Is Indeed A VirtueTo all of you "I'm Just Sayin'" fans, I am sincerely sorry for my lack of bloggage. If you will just be a little patient with me, I will make it worth your while with many many photos!! Thanks for being awesome, and loving me because I'm awesome!<br />
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I'm Just Sayin'Courtney "Mable" Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446593226720315220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460454697613552197.post-44886193833091384432010-12-18T12:11:00.000-08:002010-12-18T12:11:23.217-08:00Food BlogOk, so I've had some requests to make a food/cooking blog. I haven't decided if I will make a new blog or have occassional food posts on this one. If, however, I decide to go ahead with this, just know that I will most likely make a new one because cooking doesn't go along with the sassyness of I'm Just Sayin'. Also, that the post will be few and far between, as I cook something worth blogging about. It wont be a Julie and Julia type thing because most of the recipes will be my own. When they aren't I will give the correct person credit! I don't pretend to be an awesome cook, to tell the honest truth before college I rarely if ever cooked anything, and often messed it up somehow to which my parents can attest. I just started playing with stuff and found that I love it, and am fairly good about it! I haven't had any complaints so far. Plus I would much rather cook for others than myself. So, all who are reading this please leave your opinion on the comments section. Thanks much!<br />
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I'm Just Sayin'Courtney "Mable" Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446593226720315220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460454697613552197.post-36778170167721980562010-12-13T16:02:00.000-08:002010-12-13T16:02:27.177-08:00Here It IS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!So, in honor of finals week, and christmas vacation there has been a merging! Into a beautiful arrangement! Tehe...<br />
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Here comes finals week,<br />
Here comes finals week,<br />
Right down finals week lane.<br />
Here comes the time<br />
We pound our heads<br />
...And try to blow out our brains.<br />
All semester we’ve<br />
Tried to gather all the <br />
Knowledge with all our might.<br />
So close your books<br />
And say your prayers<br />
Cuz finals week comes tonight.Courtney "Mable" Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446593226720315220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460454697613552197.post-83779254751421055582010-12-03T15:56:00.000-08:002010-12-03T15:56:21.499-08:00Working Class GirlSo, as you might have guessed from the title of this post I am now a working girl. Who'da thunk it? Naturally I wowed them with my knowledge, experience, and speech skills. Not really. Maybe the whole knowledge and experience thing. Anyways so, there is a lady in both my phonetics and language development class. We talked but never really too much. She sits like 3 rows in front of me and always gets better grades than me. So obviously, I would avoid her because I tend to put my foot in my mouth and say the wrong things. I really do have a problem with this. Anyone who knows me knows that I don't have a filter. I say whatever comes, so the fact that they hired me after they spoke to me for 40 minutes is a miracle in and of itself. <br />
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Where was I? Oh. Ok. So the lady, Alisa asked me randomly if I wanted a job; to which my reply was yes. She gave me a brief job description, and another lady's email to send her my resume. I rummaged up my resume (which needed some twiqueing because I haven't used it since high school... don't judge) and sent it to her. She almost immediately called me and set up an interview for the next day. <br />
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I was surprisingly not nervous at the interview, and just went with the flow. At first I didn't think that I would get it. I received a call that same evening, that I didn't answer because my phone was in a different room, saying that they would call me tomorrow because they hadn't made the decision yet. I thought for sure that I was going to get booted. It was like the "I'm telling you I will call you tomorrow to tell you that we didn't pick you so it looked like we struggled over the decision to let you go" type call. ANYWHO, so she, Jami, called me earlier this afternoon and asked me if I would like to accept the position. I said yes. Inside I was screaming "YES! YES! YES! WOOT WOOT!!" just because this is almost what I will do with my degree so obviously I love it, and want some experience. <br />
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My first day is on Monday, Dec. 6th where I will be trained, go through a background check, and be fingerprinted. The process is so extensive because I will be working with kids. But not only that, I will be working with kids who have disabilities. I will be working as a developmental therapist to children, adolescents, and adults with any type of developmental disability, often one on one. Maybe they are afraid I would kidnap them or something? Doesn't matter 'cause I am too excited! I start shadowing with another therapist on Wednesday. I can't remember his name but he is around my age or older (20's for sure) and is a student, so we should get along great. Unless he is a weirdy. I seem to attract those.... hmm... maybe I should look into that....<br />
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So be very excited for me! Cause I get to help kids with disabilities! Which is important!<br />
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I'm just sayin'Courtney "Mable" Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446593226720315220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460454697613552197.post-9074609622665870852010-12-01T12:54:00.000-08:002010-12-01T12:54:01.767-08:00It's My BIRTHDAY!!!!!So, as it is December the 1st, my birthday is coming up in 10 days! TEN DAYS!!!! So, I thought I would share my thoughts on birthday rules!<br />
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Rule #1. Just because it is called a "birthday suit" does NOT mean that you can wear it on your birthday....or any other day for that matter. Keep your pants on. Literally.<br />
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Rule #2..... hmmm.... it seems I have run out of rules. I guess it's just the one then. Don't run around naked on your birthday.<br />
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I'm just sayin'Courtney "Mable" Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446593226720315220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460454697613552197.post-14331703819380092702010-12-01T12:38:00.000-08:002010-12-01T12:39:50.513-08:00Eww! COOTIES!!!Come on, seriously gentlemen. Why is it that when you touch a boy he automatically assumes that you want a relationship, and want to marry him? Is it not possible to be an affectionate person, and just want to be friends and take the time to get to know someone? Apparently, we ladies have magic cooties that scare a boy when we come in contact with them. No, we are not poisonous, and it is quite possible that we can be outgoing people. Also NO, this does not mean that we are coming on to you in anyway, shape or form. <br />
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I must have an issue with entitled men. What is it with guys that makes them think that they are so amazing and heavenly that it would be impossible for us not to want to bow down at his feet and be a doormat? Do I look like the type of person who would let you walk all over me? Use me? Dangle something shiny in front of me I'll follow you anywhere! NOT. GOING. TO. HAPPEN. Honestly, what self respecting woman would let someone do that to her? <br />
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BOYS: We are intelligent women. We have brains and our own thoughts, feelings, and views on things. We will not adopt yours just because you want us to. And more often than not, we really aren't coming on to you. We are just being kind, and friendly. . We need MEN!! Men who can handle a smart, beautiful, spiritual woman who can stand on her own feet. However, when we do show interest in you and you get scared and run away like a little sissy girl, that interest is gone. Well SHUT THE FRONT DOOR!!! Heaven forbid we actually be interested in you. There is no need to be frightened by us, we don't have cooties. And we promise that we will not drag you to the temple and force you to marry us. <br />
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I'm just sayin'Courtney "Mable" Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446593226720315220noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460454697613552197.post-19007115341749015642010-11-19T12:03:00.000-08:002010-11-19T12:04:28.086-08:00Trying To Play a Duet By MyselfSo I know that most of my posts are funny, and jokey, and witty. But today, on a more serious note I wanted to talk about life. Life is....(insert word that suits your view). Serisously though, life can be a number of things. It's like a<span style="color: black;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><em>song</em></span></span>. There are parts of a song that go really well for you. You hit the note, key, whatever, and you just feel fantastic about how your song is going right? Then there are also high parts that initially seem daunting, but when you finally hit them you feel soooo <strong><span style="color: black;">good!</span></strong> And you are quite literally high<br />
(no pun intended) on life! <br />
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However, there are also points in a song that are low, and also difficult to manuver through, but have you noticed that it isn't the high notes in a song that make it rich, it is the low ones. Low points give a song, and life, perspective, richness, and meaning. I am so grateful for the low points in my life. I have become a better person and have come to understand and appreciate life because of them. The difficult part is realizing that low points, and high points for that matter, are necessary to fulfil our potential in life.<br />
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Another thing about fulfilling our potential in life is that our Heavenly Father did not intend for us to live life alone. He knew that we would not be able to do it. It's like sitting at the piano, staring at a piece of music and someone comes up and says, "Hey, why don't you play that song?" And you want to, you really do, but you can't because it is intended to be a duet, and you can't do a duet by yourself, obviously. So in relation to life, up until the point when we find our companion we are working on our part of the duet; perfecting it and making twigues so that when we find him/her we can blend. My mother always told me that you aren't a good singer until you can learn how to blend. And what a marvelous blessing, and experience it will be when we have to opportunity to blend our lives with another, making a new life, and starting the duet.<br />
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So, the point of this post is that while we need to work on our part, we cannot play a duet by ourselves.<br />
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I'm just sayin'Courtney "Mable" Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446593226720315220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460454697613552197.post-88025254954706778532010-11-17T13:15:00.000-08:002010-11-19T11:42:35.694-08:00Mmmmmhmmm!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This post is a tribute to beautiful men! Just plain gorgeousness, that I feel the need to admire. For beauty like that should be admired! I couldn't decide who should go in which order so they are randomly dispersed! Are you ready for this? Cause I'm not sure that you are!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_K6xpms8mxQtM6Zp3ctmmyYm_MG22cfwb9w6CDKBV5Cjaw_RdZ90FUqZrTnojFCBLwAYw9eQk_7eOspj7keZSKGIYT78JjkoEFJaSIcP7lY7FpiDjiKWg3H2T_Y6tIj3d4-h-U2fqhFE/s1600/ashtonkutcher.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_K6xpms8mxQtM6Zp3ctmmyYm_MG22cfwb9w6CDKBV5Cjaw_RdZ90FUqZrTnojFCBLwAYw9eQk_7eOspj7keZSKGIYT78JjkoEFJaSIcP7lY7FpiDjiKWg3H2T_Y6tIj3d4-h-U2fqhFE/s1600/ashtonkutcher.jpg" /></a></div>This is Ashton, and yes I think he is handsome! You can find this man in a number of movies! A few of my favorites are The Guardian, Killers, What Happens in Vegas, and others.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3JUv5M3iY8X0qeZ4SXTBMKfJsdyeWLu3YFavgjgbfieFibkDIBXMYC96NU3qSj2uM4hUlPqMkBb6ep9G_kozguNkVWkgvnwqj_ef4sXcxfR-XiAZl06xZM703vgcbL1ErVngaVD9tW-Q/s1600/patrickdemsey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3JUv5M3iY8X0qeZ4SXTBMKfJsdyeWLu3YFavgjgbfieFibkDIBXMYC96NU3qSj2uM4hUlPqMkBb6ep9G_kozguNkVWkgvnwqj_ef4sXcxfR-XiAZl06xZM703vgcbL1ErVngaVD9tW-Q/s1600/patrickdemsey.jpg" /></a></div>And this is Patrick, and he is in Grey's Anatomy. He is the handsome Dr. Derek Shepherd (McDreamy)! Yup he's an attractive man! Anyways, he is also in Can't Buy Me Love (a very old 80's movie, he's like 18 or 19 in this movie) Made of Honor, Freedom Writers, and there is one more but I can't remember!<br />
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This concludes my tribute to the handsome men of my life, both directly and indirectly! Someday, maybe soon, there will be another handsome man in my life. Who knows?! :)<br />
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I'm just sayin'Courtney "Mable" Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446593226720315220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460454697613552197.post-58097060673517074422010-11-11T10:41:00.000-08:002010-11-11T10:42:14.769-08:00They Tempt...In A Wiley FashionWhy is it that when you have things to do, other things that weren't as tempting before, nearly drag you away from whatever it was that you intended to do? Seriously, they are wiley tempters....they tempt in a wiley fashion( courtesy of <i>What Happens In Vegas</i>). For instance, when I should be sifting through research for my final research project, I am tempted to do laundry. I HATE DOING LAUNDRY!!!! Honestly, I don't understand why I can't stand laundry, I just don't like it. I like to clean. Especially vaccuuming.... I love that. It's oddly relaxing, which is why I clean when I am upset, but I just don't like laundry. It's of the DEVIL!!!<br />
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OOOOOhhh speaking of things that are of the devil, <strike><b>STATISTICS!!!!!</b></strike>. If I knew how to make that red I would. Ugh statistics is seriously the bane of my existance. Oh that ryhmes!! Also, sweaty people... ew... that is seriously of the devil. Especially when they feel the need to be close to me when they are covered in their nasty, smelly, bodily secretion. *shudders*. Ugh that makes me want to gag a little bit!<br />
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Wait how did I get here? I was talking about distractions. Apparently I distract myself! Haha! Maybe I am just easily distracted and that's why I can't focus... who knows!<br />
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Anyways back to the point. Things that tempt in a wiley fashion.... hmmm... Dang it, I can't think of anything now because I got distracted.... shoot...That's stupid!<br />
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I'm just sayin'Courtney "Mable" Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446593226720315220noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460454697613552197.post-30385081055100611162010-11-11T10:28:00.000-08:002010-11-11T10:28:21.568-08:00Top Embarrassing Moments of the MonthSo, I started this on halloween. Needless to say I became distracted and never posted it, so 11 days late, and in honor of October being over, I thought I would share withh y'all my top number of embarrassing moments this month. There is no set number because I wont be able to decide which to pick yes there are that many to choose from. It's part of my charm, don't judge.). Hmm.. that looks like a nose.. do you see it?! .). tehe.. ok seriously...<br />
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1. Ahh the coveted number one spot of the list! Well this earned it's spot today the 30th of October. Which inspired me to post this post thing. SO, I was over at my study buddy's house for a little stats party, and I drove myself there from FHE. It is freezing here in Pocatello, literally. The wind has been blowing non stop since yesterday and its attrocious! After our meeting, I got in my car and drove across the apartments to my building. I parked the car, ran up the 3 flights of stairs and into my apartment only to realize that it wasn't my apartment! <i><b>*GASP*</b></i>and some <i><b>*BLUSHING!*</b></i>. The first thing i realize is that my door handle is different, and the sign isn't on the door, and there is a boy in the hall.... only to realize that I only made it to building 4, which oddly comes before 5. Needless to say while they got a chuckle, I was embarrassed.<br />
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2. Number 2 happened in the laundry room. There was a guy who came to get his stuff out of the dryer and I was there folding my laundry. He was wearing one of those chain things on his wallet that were "cool" (not really) in the 90's. I sniggered to myself, and continued to fold. Well, a pair of his scooby doo boxers (no joke) fell and caught on his chain without him noticing. I thought I would be nice and tell him. So I said, "Hey your underwear is hanging out..." and to my astonishment he pulled his pants down a little further. SO the gloves were off and I said, "aren't you a little old to be wearing scooby doo?" He looked embarrassed and like he was going to say something but instead he just laughed and walked out. I thought I had won until I noticed my bra was hanging out of the dryer and a pair of underwear was on the floor... yeah...<br />
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Those are the most embarrassing, there were others but for the sake of my pride I will not disclose them. <br />
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However, I will tell you that earlier in November, I was getting off the bus going home and I looked up and saw the guy whose apartment I walked into in October. I saw him and he saw me, then he laughed and shook nhis head. Needless to say I was quite embarrassed, and blushed. For those of you who know me well, you would know that it is hard to embarrass me seeing as how I am usually the one to make other people embarrassed and blush.<br />
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I'm just sayin...Courtney "Mable" Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446593226720315220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460454697613552197.post-10363572246540311932010-10-07T17:35:00.000-07:002010-10-07T17:35:54.139-07:00Letter to the Cookie MakersTo whom it may concern,<br />
It has come to my attention that the Keebler brand of cookies has taken in upon themsleves to start making "Samoas." Yes, Samoas as in the girl scout cookies. I have a few things to say about such a travesty!<br />
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WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?! NOW I AM GOING TO GET FAT!!! <br />
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Gosh, those cookie makers only think of themselves! They are my favorite! Yesterday as I was stolling through the local Winco, I see them! So I proceed to put them in MY cart. Silently thinking to myself that they will be my "therapy treats." ** Do you remember the old Doritos slogan? You can't eat just one? Well let me tell you that there are 16 cookies in a box, and they were gone in 2 days....<br />
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yeah tell me about it...<br />
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Well now my sugar is all kinds of crazy, not knowing what to do with all the extra sugar so I crash! Rude! The problem seems to have an easy fix, don't buy them again. Well easy for you to say mister! Gosh! <br />
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Well off to the tredmill to run an extra 2 miles for the next week. (As if the 2 miles I run anyways are doin anything for me, and my veluptuous hips!!)<br />
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I'm Just Sayin...<br />
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** For those of you who don't know what "therapy treats" are, its pretty self explanitory. They are what girls have stashed or go buy when they are having troubles. Mine is (not counting these cookies) mint oreos with ben and jerrys half baked ice cream. :) mmmmm...Courtney "Mable" Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446593226720315220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460454697613552197.post-53570440988051183792010-10-01T18:25:00.000-07:002010-10-02T09:25:39.380-07:00Fall? Fall what? Down?Seeing as how the first day of autumn was 2 weeks ago, and it is still flippin hot I feel the need to whine and complain. I love the fall! It is my favorite time of the year!! Unfortunately, fall seems to be the shortest season of all, and winter is the longest... go figure. BUT, it is so hot I don't even know it is fall right now! Fall down maybe, though I do that more in the winter...and the spring... ok I fall down a lot. Don't judge, it's rude. Here are the many reasons I like fall<br />
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1. As mentioned before, I have an issue with sweat. In the fall, it is colder. Which means it isn't as hot. Which means less sweat! And this ladies and gentlemen makes for a very happy Mable. :)<br />
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2. Boys tend to wear their pants higher around their toosh!! It is so nice to not have to look at the ground when I walk, for fear of seeing someones bum!<br />
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3.The colors are so beautiful!! I feel so close to Heavenly Father in the Fall and Winter. Also in the spring when flowers start to bloom. In the summer it is too hot for me to see anything. :)<br />
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3.5 Not really 4 because it links to 3. The colorful CRUNCHY leaves. I love the sound of them crunching under my feet, and blowing in the wind. <br />
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4. I have a very good excuse to bake things more than normal! And make the house smell like cinnamon! <br />
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5. I can snuggle up in my blanket with hot chocolate and no one looks at me strangely (Yes, I snuggle in a blanket in the summer too... its a comfort thing...again, dont judge.)<br />
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There are more but I am having trouble deciding which ones to put in here... hmm... Well we will just say that this is the end for now.<br />
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I'm just sayin...Courtney "Mable" Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446593226720315220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460454697613552197.post-79989130817047635052010-09-27T15:10:00.000-07:002010-09-27T15:10:58.420-07:00The Hardest Words to SayThere is a phrase in the English language that no one likes to say, but inevitably, we all say it at some time. And usually to the same person.<br />
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Just cause it will be fun, guess what those words are...<br />
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Okay, time is up. For those of you who were thinking "I love you," (thanks I love you too! (: ) that wasn't it. The hardest words to say are "You were right." Seriously. I don't know if it is a pride thing that we don't like to be wrong, but those words are hard for me to say. Yet, I find myself saying them more and more now-a-days, and always to the same person.<br />
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My mom.<br />
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All those years growing up I thought that she was crazy. I knew best, and I wouls just smile and nod saying in my head that she had something in her teeth as she was lecturing me (mom, if you are reading this.... just kidding). I never thought that later I would have to tell her that she had been right all along. I always thought she would be the one to tell me <b>I</b> was right.<br />
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However, moms usually are right. Even when they don't hear it. If you are a mom and have a stubborn daughter like me, just know that she knows your right. So this is to all you moms out there with your awesome advice, you were right.<br />
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*Baking soda really does make your whites whiter!<br />
*I do regret it when I don't get ready and see a gorgeous man.<br />
*Red and white aren't supposed to be washed together.<br />
*Clothes go in the closet, not on the floor.<br />
*Smiling does make your day better.<br />
* Someday we will need you (okay, everyday)<br />
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and just as an additional love note,<br />
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*Your advice is most important.<br />
*Your hugs and kisses are sweeter than everyone elses<br />
*We secretly love that you don't fix everything for us<br />
*When you say something, we really are paying attention<br />
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I love you mom, and all those other mom's out there! There almost a whole <a href="http://lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-1-1207-6,00.html">General Conference</a> session on how important you are, and trust me, we were paying attention. <br />
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I'm just sayin...Courtney "Mable" Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446593226720315220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460454697613552197.post-66776813517272592782010-09-23T14:59:00.000-07:002010-09-23T15:02:59.817-07:00The Trail..One of my amazing MG friends has a hilarious blog! The other day she wrote a post titled "Lara Was Here." It was genius, and I thought I would to the same type of thing. They say that immitation is the higest form of flattery. Here's to you <a href="http://lewisandclarkstyle.blogspot.com">Lara</a>.<br />
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*Kitchen* by the dishes that I have most likely left on the counter. I am probably still in the room, but my dishes only made it half way to the sink.<br />
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*Bathroom* by the fact that my make up and hair things from my morning routine are not put away. My towel is probably on the floor where I left it.<br />
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*Living Room* by my homework that is strewn all across the floor, the table, the couch, the lovesac, or whereever I happened to start my homework that day.<br />
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*Bedroom* This one is simple. My bed is probably not made, and my pajamas are in the middle of the floor where I changed that morning. Also, there might be a few outfit changes if i was in too big of a hurry to hang them back up after I decided that was not what I wanted to wear.<br />
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If per chance I happen to clean up after myself 100% of the time, (don't raise your eyebrows at me, it has been known to happen) there is still one for sure and certain way you can tell if I was there at some point. My roommate, and wubba, <a href="http://baconandegg-bert.blogspot.com">Keisha Rae </a>can attest to this, for it bugged her endlessly. I leave bobby pins <b>EVERYWHERE!</b> This is no joke. Sometimes I decide to take my hair out whereever I am, and the pins never make it back to the bathroom. I even bought a cute soap box for them. Yet, to no avail, they are left everywhere.<br />
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I leave a trail of bobby pins. If you see this in the forest somewhere, folow it! I may have been kidnapped by a stranger and dragged into the forest to my death!<br />
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I'm just sayin...Courtney "Mable" Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446593226720315220noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460454697613552197.post-67256707373374834202010-09-21T17:56:00.000-07:002010-09-21T18:08:07.490-07:00I'm Just Sayin'...There are a few things I feel need addressing today.<br /><br />The first of which being boys pants. Seriously, pull them up!! If you feel the need to wear them so low that your whole but is showing, why wear them at all? <br />** This is a rhetorical question. PLEASE continue to wear your pants. Just pull them up alright?<br /><br />2. When someone makes the effort to smile at you, smile back. This is common courtesy. Learn it. Love it. Use it!<br /><br />3. When you ask someone on a date, and then ask them to pay for themselves, be prepared for a dirty look. This is not proper dating etiquette. Unless of course you added the disclaimer that this date would be dutch.<br /><br />4. If you have to cough, please do not cough on me. Turn your head and cough into your sleeve. This is also common courtesy. I was having a good day until you felt the need to besprinkle me with your nasty buggers. Thanks.<br /><br />And finally, the epitome of all that is holy,<br /><br />5. If you are sweaty....DO.NOT.TOUCH.ME. Please realize that I have a phobia of other people's sweat. Don't flippin' touch me when you are sweaty. Next time I might seriously punch you.<br /><br /><br />I'm just sayin...Courtney "Mable" Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446593226720315220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460454697613552197.post-40548043490656619092010-09-03T09:55:00.000-07:002010-09-03T10:03:51.945-07:00Stupid DoctorsI have been feeling sick lately, so this week I went to the student health clinic on campus. If I am paying 534 a semester for this insurance, I might as well get my moneys worth right? Well I am hypoglycemic (which I already knew) so they thought maybe I could be developing diabetes or something like that. They drew some blood and told me to come back Wednesday. I came back and the nurse took me to an exam room. She said she was going to go get my results and shed be right back. I was OK with that, just hanging out. Well... she came back with this serious look on her face and said the doctor wanted to talk to me. Naturally, i start freaking out!! I remember the dream i had Monday night about getting told i was dying...that flashes through my head and i really start to freak. The nurse takes me back to the other room and takes my blood pressure. Hmm.. its pretty high she says... WELL DUH!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm pretty sure i knew my pressure was high. so the doctor comes in and sits across from me, folds his hands, sighs and looks up at me. i swear at this point I'm about to cry when he tells me i have a sinus infection. I wanted to punch him in the face for scaring me like that!!! GOSH!!!! don't medical people have to learn to control their faces or something?!?!?!?!?!!?!?! stupid doctors! no wonder i get anxious at a Dr's office! well, i needed to rant and i feel better :)Courtney "Mable" Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446593226720315220noreply@blogger.com1