My Amazing Grandparents

So if I am The Amazing Staci my amazingness has to come from somewhere right? Well I have found out where. Unfortunately for my parents amazingness skips a generation. I am just joking. they are amazing too. But where all this amazingness started was with my grandparents. You want to know an example of why or how they are so amazing? Well I have been saving my pennies to buy a laptop. Working my fingers to the bone pulling weeds, having birthdays, and just being awesome. Well any way the day before last I was having a rough go of life. (Ya see me and my friends are not getting along so well. =C ) Any way my parents had gone golfing (Who does that? Well my parents do because they are amazing. DUH!) and I was sitting home all alone being sad when the phone rang. Who might it be? Well it was my mum and my pop. Well my dad says to me,"Staci, I have a HUGE surprise for you. But I won't tell you what is it. You'll just have to wait until me and you mom get home in about an hour. We have some running around to do first." Well I asked him the obvious questions. Is it chocolate? His reply, "This is ten times better than chocolate!" Is it a call phone? "Do you have a steady job of which can support your cell phone bill?" me: no. "You really thought it was a cell phone?" Me: no but is does not hurt to dream big. Well anyway our conversation went on like this for a while and he would not budge. He has his mother's stubbornness. (Yes my grandma is as stubborn as and Ox and a Donkey. She is so stubborn she makes them look like they give in too easy.) So i an sitting home alone wait ing for my parents to get home driving myself nuts. Well finally I hear the dog bark and run up the stairs to fast you would think my fat little frame would go supersonic. Any way it is them. My mom had gone to Pirate O's and picked up some of the best chocolate on the planet. Kinder. It is German and amazing. You have to try it. So if you Fancie yourself a true reader and follower of my blog you have to try it. (By the way, I only have one follower. That would be my aunt. What is that about people? Maybe it is that I am so amazing I scare everyone away. Yeah that's it. :D apparently only my own kin can stand my amazingness and the only reason why is that she is amazing too.) Anyway I got the chocolate, and some of those wax bottle things that have some otterpop like liquid in them and ate made of wax that you are supposed to chew on. Then my dad gave me a laptop case. He said, "This is for when you buy it. You'll have a place to put it in." Of course I was close to crying. I hugged him and thanked him. Then he told me to grab a box for him out of the front seat of the car. This is just another one of my daily duties as the daughter of my parents. So I ran out there to get this stupid box they had not bothered to bring in. Then I notice that both of my parents are "taking out the dogs." By this I mean that the dogs were...doing there business and they were watching them so they don't run off. I thought to myself since when do they both take out the dogs? Then i get to the truck. I am barefoot and my dad had to park in the rocks on the left side of the drive way. So I am muttering curses at the world by the time I get to the truck. I open the door and there sitting on the passenger's seat is a big black bow with nothing on it other that the two little letters HP. I was stunned for a second and then I thought: it is probably just one of dad's computer programs. Then I think, but he gave me a laptop case. Do you see a connection? Well then I am getting excited and I run off (very carefully for I was holding all my hopes and dreams in a big black box in my arms.) towards the front door totally unaware of the rocks stabbing into my feet. I get there and my parents are smiling at me. By this time tears are running down my face. I ask them, "You didn't-" my dad laughed and told me that I was right. They didn't. My grandpa did. He had bought it for me. I have to pay him back of course but I was so greatful. I ran inside and called him. I probably thanked him about a hundred and fifty times. He told me that I was welcome and that now I have a lot of weeds to pull. I am so excited to got to work tomorrow and thank him in person. I am now typing these words on my amazing laptop. What kind is it? I have not the slightest Idea. But it is mine. :D Thanks grandma and grandpa.

Girls Camp

Over the summer I had the great opportunity to go to three different LDS camps. i went to Oakcrest The best place in the known universe where I intend when I am old enough to get a job. That was the most amazing experience. The counselors are great and the experience is Once in a life time. I went to youth conference which was a blast. (What teenage girl in her right mind would not want to go camping with a bunch of cute boy with good standers?)Then the last one I went to was Girls camp. Now That was fun. I went on a three mile hike that seemed to have no purpose other that tiring us all out and making us get along. On the hike I had the great opportunity to walk with my best friends' mothers. (Ann ans Marcella's moms.) They talked and talked to me. Our conversation was unforgettable and they made me feel so loved. I really got to know Marcella's mom a lot better. I practically live at Ann's house so I know her mom fairly well. After the hike we just chilled out for a while and wrote in people's books. (We all had a book with our name on it and people got to write nice stuff about you in it.) My favorite experience though it was the most painful one was when I was having Knee problems. My knees are not so great and they click out on me a lot. Well that happened and the mussels in my right knee were screaming in agony. I had gone into my tent to grab some stuff and clean it up a little when this happened. I has already taken some pain meds so I had nothing else to do but wait out the pain. I lay on my back crying in front of the door way when Ann came in. She nearly tripped over me. Poor thing almost had a heart attack. She asked me what She could do for me and I tole her nothing. She then told me she was going to go get a leader and before I could argue she was gone. I lay there drying my tears and waiting for some one to come and ask me the same questions Ann had. The "What's wrong?" And the "What do you need?" But much to my great surprise Marcella's mom just came in and comforted me. She gave me her knee brace and held the flashlight for me as I put some things away and grabbed some other things. What she did next I will be forever grateful for. She bent down and hugged me and said, "I love you Staci. You and Kelly are like my own kids." Right then that was exactly what I needed. Then she helped me get out of my tent and go to the fire put where a nice warm fire was blazing. I sat in some one's chair and she made me a smore. It was so nice to feel that kind of love and comfort in my time of pain and loneliness. I loved camp and I love my friends and their parents.

What is the world coming to?

So yesterday I was with my parents in down town Salt Lake City for a Psoriasis study that I am now apart of. Well my mom had to run into the cricket store and she left my dad and me in the car. On our right there was a Kid To Kid store next to the cricket and we were people watching. (One of my favorite pass times.) As we sat and watched these women come in and out of the Kid To Kid we realized something. They were all wearing short shorts, tank tops, and some form of slutty thing on their bodies.I am talking about forty and up women wearing this.One was so bad I had to close my eyes. She was wearing a white wife-beater and a black bra in the rain. When she climbed in the car with her two year old baby she lit up a cigarette. Why is it all women now days seem to think the sluttier the better? Why can't they just cover themselves up? A cigarette does not make you look 'hot' or 'cool' it makes you look like trash. It was just plain nasty to watch these wemen.No one wants to see you wearing that and those who do are complete sickos.I had to resist the urge to scream out the car window, "Put some clothes on no one wants to see that!" It was horrifying. So please in the future put some clothes on when you go shopping. Ugh.

Flying Muffins

I was working up at a camp doing a service project with my family a few years ago cleaning out this place filled with benches made from railroad ties. The camp was so happy with all our help they gave us some muffins for lunch. Well after we ate we actually went back to work unlike some families who just went home. After about three more hours of work we were done and ready to go home. The lady who worked there managing the camp had about three flats of muffins left. She gave them to us for all our hard work. On our way to the car my big brother Kelly was carrying the flat of muffins and he suddenly screamed, threw the muffins in the air and ran. A bee had been attracted by the sweet smell the muffins gave off and had flown over to check it out. My brother is deathly afraid of anything with a stinger. He saw that bee and ran. As the muffins soared through the air my dad dove to catch them and failed. Three flats of muffins ruined because of one little bee. It was a sad sad day in Staci's house hold.

SMA

Two of my best friends and I were having a sleep over one night and we decided to go sleep on the trampoline out back. We were getting really tired and hyper at the same time. (Why yes it is possible.) Me and Marcella started talking as Ann was trying to fall asleep. I cannot remember how we even started doing it but we invented our own language. It is really simple and easy to understand so we decided around smart people we would add another element to it to make it almost impossible to understand. It was really fun to have our own way to communicate. Like with all languages we have added certain rules to it. We named it SMA. It is pronounced sma-ugh. So as to not sound strange we call it SAM around boys.
 About a week after we so ingeniously came up with this language we were sitting in the middle of Sunday school bored out of our minds. The lesson was over mind you and we had about ten more minuted until church was over. Our class is combined with the boys and we were trying to talk about one of them without him knowing it. So we are sitting there speaking this other language not noticing that everyone around us has suddenly gotten really quiet. After about five minutes of this we were done with our conversation. I looked up and noticed every eye was settled on me. I so innocently asked,"What? Why are you all looking at me?" It was not one of me best questions. The whole class erupted into a fit of roaring laughter. Me, Ann, and Marcella have no idea why we are being laughed at.
Finally with tears streaming from her eyes a friend of our is courteous enough to tell us this, "We understood every word of that." Apparently we were so engrossed in our conversation to remember to add the harder element to it. To my utter horror I look at the boy we were talking about. He is smiling at me and says, "Why yes, I do think you are cute." I am not the type to blush. I have only blushed about five times in my whole teenage life but right then I felt my cheeks go red hot and I had to look away. To this day I have still not lived it down.

keeping the fuel gauge filled

Being a teenager is hard enough but without the proper care of your body it is a thousand times harder. The first rule to taking care of a teenage body is sleep. If you are tired you can't concentrate, or get off your butt to go do something fun with friends. No all night-ers. that means no parties past twelve, no studying until you crash. I am pretty sure you get what applies and what does not. The second thing is food. The right kind of food can get you to where you are going. No energy drinks, no high sugar, and no illegal things. (Drugs, drinking before the age of 21...etc.) Being properly fed will help you body's energy and even you immune system so you won't get sick as often. The last one and probably the hardest (At least for me.) is exercise. Get off your booty and go have fun. Be active for at least an hour a day. Not only-girls- will you lose a few extra pounds but you will also-boys- impress the opposite sex. So go show off your mad ninja skills.


-Staci Lyn