Sincerely, your somewhat soulmate

I don't really believe in soulmates.  I feel that there is more than one person out there that could be our better half; there isn't that one person that we find and if we don't, then we'll never find true love.

But I do think that there are couples that may put my theory to shame.

I think of my parents when I say this.  I can't think of them being with anyone else because of the love they give one another.  I hope that one day I'll find someone that loves me the way my dad loves my mom.  And I hope that I will one day love someone the way my mom loves my dad.

But until then, my future somewhat soulmate, you'll find me waiting with some Netflix and ice cream.

Doors of Dublin

As of a few months ago, here are some new life goals of mine:
-move to Dublin, Ireland
-own a cute home with a brightly colored door

Why move there just because of a door?  Why not just live anywhere and just paint my door yellow or blue?
Authenticity, people.  And Dublin is full of it.  They're famous for their doors, and for good reason.  They're beautiful.

Behold

Realizations

I usually write blog posts while I am in my Anthropology class, and it's in this class that I have come to realize a few things.

1.  I hate my anthropology class
2.  This world is a gift; we should take care of it and explore it.
3. I really hate my anthro-oh, wait...

I've always had a sense of wanderlust. Always had the desire to go outside of my own world and experience other's.

I mean, why are there so many incredible things out there if we're not supposed to see them?

"I would gladly live out of a suitcase if it meant I could see the world."

Elbow Patches

There are many things that bring us little bursts of happiness.  A bowl of ice cream.  A hug from a loved one. That perfect shade of red lipstick.

For me, elbow patches on sweaters is one of those things that brings me happiness.  Now, before you go and start thinking that I am some shallow teenager, let me explain.

When I think of elbow patches, it reminds me of the conversations that I had with Valon and Elise when we were in Europe.  We always said how we liked how they looked and Valon bought one when we were there. So, not only are they cozy items of clothing, they bring back good memories.  

And that is what makes me happy.

While we're here; enjoy some Pinterest-worthy photos.  In front of a German castle, no less.

To see Elise's castle pics, check out her blog at 16go17.blogspot.com

Cheers!

Twinkie also looking fabulous 

Name of the Game

Just yesterday I experienced my very first college football game (as a college student, that is).  It was homecoming for us and we played Idaho State University... and won! WOOHOO! I had never been the NAU's Sky Dome before, so it was an interesting experience.

Keep in mind, I come from a long line of University of Arizona fans in my family.  There are so many people on my dad's side that have gone there; including my dad and my brother Brennan and his wife Monique that are currently attending.  I had planned on going to the U of A, but I found that NAU offered a better advertising program, so I became a lumberjack!

I love college sports, so I decided to post some pictures of my homecoming game experience and some older pictures of an U of A basketball game against Harvard this past spring up in Salt Lake City. 

Me, my friend Yashira and Jackie.  Props to the cheerful Asian dude for taking our picture. 

Overlookin' the game

Twinkie gettin' some camera action

My beautiful mother, my brother-in-law Matt, my beautiful sister Tori, my dad, and brother Wilson

Blast from the past!

Twinkie's Travel Log:Europe Edition part 3

Let's talk about ice... and clothes.

So I guess in Europe, ice is not a huge deal to them, like it is here in the States.  That was interesting.  A lot of things, my Aunt told me, aren't really kept that cold: juice, yogurt, milk....oh, the milk.  I remember the first morning after we got to Germany, I was craving a nice bowl of cereal.  Let's just say that my taste buds were in for a rude awakening that morning when I took my first bite.  I know, #firstworldprobs

This was pretty much my face

Going back to the ice problem, it had been a few days since we had the pleasure of having it in our drinks.  We were getting desperate.  One day after traveling, the heavens opened up and we were chased off the road by a rainstorm...right into a McDonald's parking lot.  I've never been so happy to have soda before.  So, what does any 21st Century girl do? Post a pic on Facebook of course!

A picture of me taking a picture of ice...

 


While in Germany, we had the incredible experience of going to the most amazing store to ever grace the earth.  I'm talking about Primark, baby. Primark.  What's up, America?  Why don't we have these stores?!?
Think of a Forever 21, but better(mainly because it's foreign).  That's what a Primark is like.  Elise and Valon would attest to the awesomeness of this store.  Even better, we were able to go in three different countries (Germany, England, and Ireland- although it's called Penny's in Ireland).  The only thing that threw me off would have to be German women trying to give me directions in the store.. Err, sorry my German skills are a little rusty.

disregard the creepy child at the bottom of the photo

Curiosity killed the ceiling fan

Since moving into our apartment, we have had our shares of mishaps; toilets that won't flush (twice), mice (two of them...so far), and annoying maintenance people (no, Sir, I do not think I can last through the night without using the bathroom).  However, I must say the most exciting thing that has happened so far has been the fan incident.  It seems like just yesterday...oh wait, it did just happen yesterday.  In the words of my favorite OCD detective, "Here's what happened."

In our living room there is a random switch that we haven't discovered the meaning to yet.  It was after midnight that Kayleen and I were in the living room when we got this great epiphany; maybe the switch is for  the ceiling fan, but it won't turn the fan on because the pull switch has the fan off.
 Brilliant, right?  It gets worse.

Being the independent, strong women that we are, we decide to solve this problem and be straight off to bed (go to bed early that is; it was only 12:45).  I stood up on the table and reached up to pull the switch.  Just as I pulled it, the globe that covers the light bulb came crashing to the ground...that is, after it hit the edge of the table.  Oh yes, down it went and into a million pieces.

So there we were, 1 in the morning, vacuuming up the broken pieces that were once our dignity.
I can now understand why the apartment above was vacuuming at 2 in the morning last week...

but that still doesn't excuse them from playing loud music.