Ugly face girls

So, me and my sister are really good at making ugly faces... my sister is especially good.. .and one day I hope to obtain the talent that she has. Here is one of the many ugly face pictures:

Spanish Love Song

The ins and outs of Me

Well, my sister, Missy, just tagged me, Which apparently means that I now have to tell you 6 things about me...secrets, funny quirks, habits, interests, ect... and now I get to tag people too...so if you get a tag from me, you'll know what to do!

1. Well, you can probably already tell from reading my blog, but I like to write poems. Not just any type of peom, but funny poems...none of that gooshy stuff. I have to say that I've spit out a few good lines here and there. I quite enjoy it and some days I can get a few poems out of my little brain. So, if you have any topics or requests, send them my way and I will do my best to please you with my oh so fancy poetry mumbo jumbo.

2. I tend to make up songs and sing them while driving... Sometimes in Spanish, somtimes in English... like I'll sing Hey, you mister, you cut me off, but that's okay because I'm okay... stuff like that.. sometimes I'll rap it, or I'll rock and roll it, or I'll operah it... I know it's weird, but it's me!!

3. I'm a movie bum. I love movies!! I don't think I'll ever get sick of watching them. I just love love love them... Anything from Pride and Prejudice to Bourne Ultimatum to The Emporer's New Groove... I just love movies.

4. I call the my sisters things like Poopy head, diarhea soup, sissy poo, poopy, stinky breath, stinky, fart face, fart fart, pooper, pooper scooper, stinky poo, ...... the list goes on... it's a term of endearment... they love it! It's my way of saying, hey, I love you and you smell like poo. ha ha ha

5. I feel as though there is one thing that can make any ugly guy become extremely attractive... and that is the scent of Georgio Armani's Aqua Digio. I'm obsessed!! Me and my roommates would go to dances and I would be able to "sniff" out the good ones...oh I love it, I do I do I do!!!!

6. I often make up dances... not pretty preforming dances, but expressive dances... one year I made up a dance for my roommates to the song Walking in a Winter Wonderland... it was quite fun... I made it up as I went... they still talk about it. Perhaps this year I will do another....

So, there you have it... the ins and outs of me... now you have a tiny little glimps of how unbelievable crazy I really am... waha ha hoo hah ha ahehhe hhehhheee (that is my crazy laugh)

My ever so interesting dilemas

Life is always full of fun surprises and interesting twists and turns to keep us on our toes... I wonder if ballerinas have such surprises, afterall, they are always on their toes....Now there is something to think about.

Dilema numero 1: why are boys so chicken? Why am I so chicken? I think I need some type of motivated unchickenized boost... maybe I should eat some beef... that's the opposite of chicken... I need to be more beefy!!

Here is my ode to Beef:

Chicken or Beef it's an ongoing qwest
to determine which is the best
Chickens are small, they make a funny sound
Beef is large and they moo like a hound

So wich is better, the chicken or the beef
this question has caused many greif.
I say we put the two to a test
We have them fight to see who is best.

But if my observations are to be true
The beefy cow will sound a moo
The chicky chicken will say cluck cluck
and that is when things will go amuck

The beef will charge with all his might
and the chicken will run because of fright.
So when you are offered chicken vs. Cow
I would reccommend to choose the one who knows how.

So what can we learn from this little rhyme?
The Beef beats the chicken anytime!!
So the next time you are faced with a choice
Stand up tall and raise your beefy cow voice!

Okay, so there is my Ode to beef... moral of th story... don't be a chicken!!
That is all I have for now. toodle-oo!

My life in a nutshell

So, I guess I'm not too good at this whole Blogging thing...
Here's a quick update:
School
Work
Photos
School
Work
Photos
School
Work
Work
School
and that is my life in a nutshell.... sounds fun eh?
Well, last week I did have a very needed break and I went to Alabama to see Missy, Jimmy, Boo, Ashes and the Peanut. It was quite nice to relax and play with them.. The puppies are crazy, but cute... and the peanut is alive!! Wahooo!!!
I had a lot of time to watch all 3 seasons of the Office... I laughed my head off!! So, if I can figure it out, I will post a few of my favorite moments:

Peanut Butter

I've had several requests for this poem, so here it is:

Peanut Butter
by: Natalie Horrocks

One day I came across a nut
So, I brought it into my hut.
I looked and stared and didn't know what to do
Then I took it in my hand and said, "I'll squish you!"

I squished and squished and it didn't budge
Then I thouht, hmm, I'll eat some fudge.
Little did I know the fudge made me think
Then I walked over to the kitchen sink.
I grabbed a tool with a really flat end
And as the hammer came close, I said, "See ya my friend!"

Then the little nut said, "Please, not me!"
And when tears came to his eyes I gave him sympathy.
Me and the nut were as close as ever
And when he asked if I'd squish him I said, "NEVER!"

Then one day, the accident came
I got up to get us a game.
The poor little nut rolled onto the floor
I didn't see him because I was behind the door.

I walked over and yelled, "Oh Nut!"
But I couldn't see him anywhere in my hut!
Then, with a step, I heard a loud sound
I had squished that nut into the ground!!

Now, Momma always said, "What you kill you eat!"
So I scraped that nut right off of my feet.
I placed the squished nut onto some bread
And said, "I'm sorry I made you dead."

And in an instant I opened up and took a bite
And I thought about the taste all through the night.
It tasted so good, I had made something new!
Then I thought, I'm gonna find some more of you!!

And that my friend is how peanut butter began
Outside my hut, near a tin can.
I'm still sad that nut is dead
But it sure tastes good on top of my bread!!

(I know, I'm a dork...but hey, it was clever!)

How I became a Missionary

Lately I've been thinking a lot about my mission, and so I thought I would share the story of how I became a missionary.

Several months after my 21st birthday I hit a barrier in my life. I was stressed, confused at where to go next, and started praying for guidance. That's when thoughts about serving a mission entered into my head. I had always said that when I was 21, if I wasn't dating anyone I would go, but I never really thought that I would go. That was the thing every young woman in the church was saying. So, when these thoughts entered my head I immediately pushed them aside. I didn't think much about it again for at least another month. It then seemed that every sacrament meeting, sunday school or relief society lesson was on missionary work. Everywhere I turned there it was! At my Sam's wedding reception, many people asked when I was going to tie the not, and I just laughed. But then, Diane Young, someone who I respected a lot came up and asked, "So, when are you going on a mission?" I looked at her, laughed and said, "I'm not." I just kept pushing the feeling and thought out, and it eventually stopped...until that fateful day in September, when I decided to go to a fireside with Becca. Elder Holland was the speaker and for some reason his words about missionary work spoke to me. All of those thoughts and feelings came back to me and I started to take it into consideration. (I later printed off that talk and discovered it wasn’t about missionary work at all) After the fireside Becca mentioned that she would like to take Mission prep, just for fun. Something inside me sparked, and I got really excited, told her that I would like to take it too. As soon as I got home I changed my clothes and hopped in my car to go and talk to my Grandpa, who I always go to for advice. My grandpa sat me down for two hours and gave me advice, and I listened. He talked about his mission, some of the answers he recieved and how important the scriptures are. I went home that night, kneeled down and began a fast. I asked my Heavenly Father if I was supposed to go on a mission (althought I was certain the answer was yes). The next day I went to work at the church offices, I took my scriptures and began to read them. Then some advice that my grandpa had given to me popped back into my head. He had said that many of the answers he had recieved as a missionary, was just opening the scriptures to any random spot, pointing and reading. So, I decided to give it a try. I opened, pointed and read about faith. I knew that I needed to have faith, no matter what happened. I opened and pointed again and I read in Alma 26:3, "Behold, I answer for you; for our brethren, the Lamanites, were in darkness, yea, even in the darkest abyss, but behold, how many of them are brought to behold the marvelous light of God! And this is the blessing which hath been bestowed upon us, that we have been made instruments in the hands of God to bring about this great work. "
It was then that the spirit touched my heart, and I knew I wanted to recieve the blessing of being an instrument in God's hands to bring about his great work.