Bodily Sounds. . .

Warning: This is not a normal blog subject. You may think this is a little gross and if you do then don't read it.

So, today I'd like to address an issue that I have.

It's something that I realized a long time ago, but today it reoccured to me how odd it is. I was reminded of this weirdism at I was sitting on the throne in the blue-ish teal women's bathroom located on the second floor of the Ag Science building (Nik and Deid know this place well).

An here it is: why do our bodies make such weird noises and why is it always embarrassing when they come out?! I've always had a fear of public restrooms. Not only because of their appearance or aroma(event though this is enough to give you a fear of them), but because of other people. There's just something that makes it uncomfortable letting nature run it's course while there's another sister only a few feet away from you. I mean, you are somewhat hidden by a sheet of MDF about 1/4" thick, but that's not the whole problem. The biggest dilemma is the sounds that will occupy the room while you are present. Whether it's coming from you or the other person-it's embarrassing! For both of you! It's natural and really not that big of a deal, but really it is. Sometimes I'm embarrassed for myself and a lot of the time I'm embarrassed for the other person.

I really don't have a solution to this predicament, I just thought I'd share one of the world's quirks that may affect you also. I had to laugh* to myself about how funny little things are and why sometimes things like this perk my attention and how sometimes they don't.

Life is funny!

(*this phrase was borrowed from a famous crochet-ist, non other than my dear grandmother JoAnn)

Hey, check it out. I finally got a picture to upload down on my "not exciting" blog. You should take a look. Now I am ready to get the picnic uploaded, that is, unless it doesn't work again. .

Millions of peaches, peaches for me. . .

It's here.

One of my most favorite times of the year. You know, the one where you make an afternoon trip down to Brigham City just for the satisfaction of purchasing one of the most delicious fruits known to mankind-Peaches! That's right-they're ripe and ready for eatin'!

My roommate, Karilyn, and I had the opportunity to make a trip to Brigham on Monday and don't you even worry, 3 fruit stands, 2 taste tests, and 1/2 bushel later we were on our way back to Logan. The peach season is one of my favorites-full of peaches and ice cream, peaches in your cereal, fresh raspberry and peach milkshakes, peaches with milk and sugar, just peaches by themselves, and let's not forget the famous Beck Peach Dessert! This ranks right up in my top three of best desserts ever. If you have not tried it I suggest you do before this blessed season has passed from us.

Anyway, the whole moral of this post is to let you know that peaches are good and you should eat one!

(P.S. I don't mean to make Chod and Nikkala jealous!)

Yeah, I'm not exciting. . .

So, I really wanted to have a cool post here. One with a great story and fabulous pictures, but it's just not going to happen. I have nothing way too exciting for you. This past weekend was great at home and I laughed and relaxed a lot. If only I had access to a freakin' hilarious video Bay and I made-that might make your day, but then again, when I think about it, I really don't want that video posted on my blog, or any blog for that matter. I feel it's better to save myself the humiliation and keep you all thinking that I'm somewhat normal.
Kate and I did take some cool jumping pictures. Maybe you would enjoy those. Hmmmm. . .I'll think about it and maybe you'll even get to see these amazing works of art. And maybe I'll give you another treat and finish "The Great Picnic," but don't get your hopes too high.

And, another thought, I just have to say that Patty P.'s post about school shopping brings back great memories from Lisa teaching us some random song about Chinese women to Meek and I making up songs about weird-creeper people at the McDonald's we could see out of our window at the Crystal Inn while chomping on our own delicious "mints"(or rather our bucket of ice)-and we can't forget the many synchronized swimming routines we made up in hotel swimming pools, giga pets(searching F O R E V E R for a freakin' dog for Deid), and the great finds at Jobbers(pretty much the best store ever with the coolest jewelery!)-oh, and one more, getting people to honk at our "Honk if you love chocolate!" sign in the back windows of DesertStar. Good times, good times!

Until next time.