. . . Awkward. . .

Who doesn't love a few really great awkward moments? I know I do, and I personally have them quite frequently. Just so you know you're not alone out there. Over the years I have had several awkward turtle moments with friends, roommates, boyfriends, siblings, random people on the street, you name a situation and I've probably experienced something similar. Let me share a few of my favorites.

Top 5 Moments

5. Happened just the other night, I saw a girl I see quite frequently and she always has a nice ring on her left ring finger. It’s a large ruby with diamonds on the side. Understanding that not everyone wants a wedding ring with a diamond center stone I ask her, 'Oh are you getting married? I mean are you engaged?' Her response 'well... I am engaged, but I don't think were getting married anymore...' Cool. I just became that girl who brings up a situation you probably have no desire to talk about.

4. Once my roommate’s boyfriend was up visiting from BYU, he was getting ready to leave and decides he wants to give each of us a hug. I'm sitting on the couch wearing hospital scrubs. I stand up. He goes in for a hug. My scrubs drop to the ground. I swoop down in a fury to pick them up. He ends up giving an air hug with a confused look, while I pull my pants back up. Thank goodness for leggings. Once my pants were securely on my waist we shared a brief and slightly awkward hug.

3. I once told a boy that I hate previously dated, "you know I've liked you sine we were 17 (we were 19 at the time) and I'm just really awkward at showing it and I'm sorry for that" . . . silence . . . 'What did you just say?' STUPID BROOKE! I sheepishly say "you know what I said, don't make me repeat myself" . . . MORE silence . . . 'yeah, I think I already knew that' WHAT?! I think I already know that? That is worse than THANK YOU!

2. I have a KTD. Yes; A Kissing Transmitted Disease. All I'm going to say is don't make out with someone who has lived in Russia for an extended period of time unless you want your face to swell to the size of a grapefruit. Try explaining that one to your mother.

1. So, long story short I have a friend, we liked each other in high school. We went on random dates all the time. We then get to college and last year he tells me he really wants to make a go at things and see how it works out. I say sure why not. We went on a few dates and then had an awkward DTR. He was seeing marital status, while I was seeing single life as a cool drink of water in the middle of the Mojave Dessert. We had a bit of a falling out, and it comes to the end of the semester so I go to say bye to him. Come to find out he's been avoiding seeing me. To top it off when I ask him how he's doing, he gets slightly quiet and more awkward than usual. 'I need to tell you something' ... I'm thinking oh crap what's it going to be now... 'yeah, ok go ahead' 'well, I have a girlfriend. AND WE'VE KISSED!' Yes ladies and gentleman I was told 'I have a girlfriend, and we've kissed!'

Moral of the story: It's a MIRACLE anyone gets married; A literal act of God. Enjoy the ride getting to that point. You'll have some great stories to tell your children some day. And if you don't get married then you can share your stories with the 95 cats you'll buy when you become the creepy cat lady down the street. So next time something happens and you feel like you want to crawl inside of an animal carcass for protection, just think of the great story you can tell someone about it later.

Lead, Follow or get out of my way.

So tonight I went over to my friend Emily's house, we laughed, we reminisced and of course took the color personality test. Several years ago at girls camp Emily and I had a leader that was OBSESSED with the color personality test. It was doctrine to her. So she made all of the Youth Leaders take it. 

Yellow-Blue. Let me just share with you some of the traits of a yellow-blue: 'They can be footloose and carefree one minute, then suddenly turn very serious the next."  That was me. All play all day and then... oh crap my homework isn't done and I need an A.

Tonight I retook the test Yellow-Red. I was mortified half way through the test I realized that almost every answer I had chosen was for a 'red' personality. 'strong-willed, independent, assertive, aggressive' WHAT?! Me a Red. How did this happen? Emily and I used to make fun of people that were 'RED' and now suddenly I've become one? The rest of the night I was laughing because I would say or do something and then go oh. my. gosh. I am a red. I am. What has happened. Emily just laughed. 

Red-Yellow: The Red dynamically direct your life, while the Yellow charismatically invites others to enjoy your friendship. 

So if I see you around I might ask you directly and assertively to be a part of my life, but I promise you'll enjoy the ride. 

True Love

Over my yeas at BYU–Idaho I have had a number of loves that have come and gone and come back again. Among those loves are tennis, photography, walking to class and having my nose hairs freeze along the way (happened just yesterday in fact), prank wars, dance parties, public relations and a certain missionary that just didn't work out, but thats another blog for another day. The one love that compares to no other and that I find myself coming back to time after time: Jacob Spori. 

 He is just so darn irresistible. He does demand quite a bit of my time, but I am ok with that. I enjoy the time I spend with him. He is loyal. He is steadfast. He is immovable.  I never have to wonder where he is or what he's doing... and every time I see him, he invites me in out of the cold winters day or the summer heat to stay a while. Even when I am in a rush, and I want to, I just can't say no. It's so hard to refuse his advances. Over these past 4 years I have spent more time with Jacob than I have any of my roommates, friends, or boyfriends combined. Jacob Spori, I think I love you... will you marry me? 

Semester numero 8

Well, now that my 8th semester is underway I am feeling the stress levels rise. I am taking awesome classes, not necessarily hard but SO time consuming.

I spent 5 hours alone working on my graphic design project today. Pretty sure overall I spent 14 hours on that sucker. It's a real beaut though.

Book Arts is awesome! I love it. Our teacher is hilarious... direct quote Last Thursday... "well I teach primary. I hate it. Sharing time is so boring! I'm trying to get fired from God." This Tuesday... "well I got fired from primary! Now I teach Gospel Doctrine." It's a party every time.

I'm working for i-Comm for the 4th semester in a row. I love it. So much work, but it's rewording. I get to see the lights come on; students understand what PR really is and what you do as a PR practitioner. I worked previously as an Account Executive and worked directly with the students teaching them, managing clients and producing work. This semester I am the Project Manager for the agency. I do mostly office management, quality control and managing our agency's intranet. It's a little different than what I am used to but it's been a great learning experience.

This summer I plan on returning to Indiana and interning for Midwest ISO again. I worked there last semester and it was such a great experience. It was defiantly not what I was expecting. It was so much better! I did real work, meaningful work for the company. I was able to redesign the recruiting material, organize office Olympics, and so many other great things.

Magic is in the air

Nothing says Christmas break like bad TV, playing with friends, and staying up until the sun rises and sleeping 'til it sets.  There is something magical abut coming home. You see EVERY time my siblings and I come home we revert back to life as teenagers. It's great fun, especially since I've recently left my teenage years (almost 3 years ago to be exact) and thus the behavior isn't that abnormal for me. My favorite argument that gets replayed each Christmas... "that's it who stole the candy from my stocking?" and the always famous below the belt comment of  "really you think thats a good life choice?" Nothing says family like a swift kick in the pants or in our case, your self esteem. 

i am neurotic

I have found my new favorite website! 'iamneurotic.com' 

3:16 a.m. Come what may and Love it

I love Rexburg. I never thought I would ever love this place as much as I do. 

I just finished writing a feature article for my PR writing class thats due in 8 hours. I started around 12:30 a.m. and wasn't even sure what to write about. I am grateful God has blessed me with an active mind. 

Sad thing is, I'm not even tired now. I feel like I have as much if not more energy then I do in the middle of the day. I always seem more productive in the middle of the night. The older I get the less sleep I seem to want and need. My grandpa used to tell my mom "MaryAnn you can sleep when your dead." I loved his attitude. Sleep when you're dead. Work hard here and and enjoy your life. You'll have rest from your troubles when you leave this existence but until then enjoy it while it lasts.