Turns out its to scoot!

Well I did it. I got one! Here it is, a 2009 Genuine Buddy

The most beautiful orange color.

Just trying to figure out what to name her. Wanted to just go for the obvious, Shoku   (buddy in albanian, kind of) but it doesn't quite fit. And I'm thinking she's a girl.

Any ideas?

To Scoot or not to scoot

So I may be buying a scooter. If I do, I want to buy it soon, as winter is coming on and I want as much time to utilize the scootage as possible.

Reasons? They get freaking good gas mileage! Who knew? the average is around 80 mpg, can you imagine? I've been feeling more environmentally conscious lately and driving to Lehi everyday in my big honking car (doesn't help that it's falling apart), wasting all the gas and all the emissions, it makes me feel bad. I could drive a little scooter and save a lot of gas money and other bad things.

What I really should get is a pedal bike. That would be most environmentally friendly. But I'm not at all sure I would be committed to taking the extra time to get to work, and would probably end up in my car. Plus it would maybe be harder to ride in bad weather. So this is maybe a cop out, but maybe a step in the right direction?

Problem: I have hated scooters with a passion for almost two years now, and I can't seem to find one that I like the look of due to this fact. They look silly. They're tiny and slow and uncool. Well, except to the scooter crowd, who seem to think scooters are what life is about. I am not that crowd and dont really want to join that culture. Again, I have bitter feelings toward the scooter crowd that influence my thoughts. A small bike is another option, that could go further and hopefully on dirt roads, but I feel that would be more expensive and have worse gas mileage. But maybe I'd look cooler.

So, give me some feedback peeps. Either what you hear as far as good brands and such, or how you think I'd look coolest, or just how you feel about the weather. Really I just want two things:
1. more comments on my blog
2. someone else to make my decisions for me.

Can you see it? Me, scootin' down the road? Or zippin down on a bike? Or walking cause my car borke down and I'm too poor to buy a new one....aye me

Yakima in Two Part Harmony; Part One

Umm, I had all these pictures and stuff for this harmonic duet, but it takes too dern long on here to put pictures. So part one, with the majority of pics, is going to have to be on facebook. I have no patience.

Yakima in two part harmony- part two

WHAT I LEARNED IN YAKIMA

1. I really like Oregon. There's a part when you come through a pass thing and drop down into a green valley with mountains on one side that were all vieled in mist and cloud when I was there and it tickled me. By North Powder or Baker or something. There's a town with a college nearby that I could work at maybe? Anyway, I liked it.

2.I like green on my mountains, not just bare hills like what surround Yakima.

3. I can listen to Cloud Cult a very long time.There new album is phenomenal.

4. I am exhausted whenever I travel. I make it there and then am in a fog until I leave.

5. Being afraid that your car will be broken into makes hiking less fun.

I think my car was broken into. The top seal to my sun roof was cut.

6. I love Jackie and she is a photographer.

7. Jackie can play the guitar and piano, and is amazing at both, but less good at having people watch her play.

movie 1

8. I like cherries and WA has good ones

9. I don’t really care for fireworks. I may even be opposed to them. But I like singing Christmas songs during them.

10. I like Matt.

11. I love Lindsey

Good Land Njerez!

Being reminded strangely of my past today, I felt the need to borrow a phrase from my mission "mom", or trainer. thank you Liz for the expression; it can almost capture the feelings I have for the universe today. Mission friends who read this, you cannot relate any of the following information with the appropriate involved parties, deal?

So a few weeks ago I got a phone call from a friend in an old ward. He said he wanted to set me up with this guy in his new ward, and would I be okay if he gave him my number and we went out sometime?

Most everyone is familiar with my dating life, and how it needs a little help, so I thought "sure. lets do it."

So I got the call last week and we decided to go out tonight. All I knew about this guy was that he was from Idaho, he ran track or something, and he liked the outdoors. That's what I got. After talking to him, I knew we were going bowling, tonight at 7, and that it would be awkward.

But I had no idea!!

You have to understand, he is the nicest of guys. Very sweet, opened my door and all. When I got in his car, I noticed it was the exact same as the Suburu legacy that my ex-boyfriend Zack had, until I totalled it. The seatbelt is what really brought back memories, how you do the bottom one and the top moves when you open the door. I don't know why but that threw me a bit when I got in, and when he said he's a civil engineer, which Zack also was going to school for, it threw me even more.

Not that there were any other similarities. My date had CD's of hymns strewn about his car, and we listened to some kind of light jazz in the stereo. He was very proper and nice, and I think my using the word "suck" was probably horribly offensive to him. Now, maybe some people would get in such a situation and think -"this guy is perfect", but I am not one of them. I thought- "this guy is not for me and I am not for him. Not even in the remotest stretch of the imagination. Not even a little bit." And I wondered what my dear friend AD was thinking.

I have to hand it to him, he livened up the bowling by making it "skittle bowling," you take a skittle before each throw and the color determines how you throw (eyes closed, dancing, backwards, the like). While I was not into it at all, he was remarkalbe, and really did a great job with dancing and backwards and such. Sadly, all I could think of is my pure, unbridled (but actually quite bridled tonight) hatred for bowling. If I never bowl again in my life I think I won't have the slightest regret. It may even be equal to my hatred for tennis. Maybe it surpassed it. Though golf is still worse in my mind.

Anyhoo, all of this is the set up. The real kicker came as we drove off for some frozen yogurt right south of campus after the bowling. "oh, so you're a returned missionary? Where did you serve?"

"albania,"

"really?!" said with just a little more enthusiasm than is normal,

"My sister served there"

"Really?! What's her name?"

~Now I want you all who know about this to take a quick moment and think about the name I am going to disclose. A sister who served at the same time as me and was actually a companion of mine. Who do you think I ended up on a date with tongight? Whose brother would make the perfect compliment to me?

"Jill Harrison."

"Wow..."

I LOVE Sister Harrison. She was an awesome missionary and probably is a great person now. But just curious, can anyone picture me on a date with her little brother? What cruel twist of fate led to this scenario being played out? I felt like the universe teamed up to make this one very amusing circumstance come into being.

So there it is. My dating life. Sister Harrison's little brother. He is a nice fellow.

And I have some new rules.

I will not go bowling on a date.

I will not date anyone still attending BYU.

And maybe not anyone without facial hair. It's a sad situation but in Utah I think it will only help me.

I will probably need to hear a swear word or two out of the guy before we go out. And I might require a certain arm width.

It's not like I'll have to turn away too many people; this may have been the first date I've been on this year. But I would rather no date than this sort of thing. Am I 18 or 28? I mean really.

Yep, that's all there is to say about that.