Dancing in the Car...

I live in Provo.  I have to do stupid things to keep life exciting.  Sometimes this means that I look like an idiot but... I don't really care.  After Holli and I were done watching The Hills season finale (yes, The Hills is a guilty pleasure for me)  I was driving her home and blasting Usher (another guilty pleasure) in the car and dancing.  Yes, I LOVE dancing in my car.  The car next to us had a guy and girl riding in it and the girl in the passenger seat had the nerve to laugh at me.  She was laughing, with her window down (it was 43 degrees), and her laugh was so loud and obnoxious that I could hear her over my music and my music was REALLY loud!  It was Usher of course he was loud.  She was kidding right?  I am sure she was just laughing to try and cover up how miserable she was on her date, because when she saw how much fun I was having she was jealous.  Yeah... I am sure that's what it was.

By the way... I don't think I have been laughed at like that since the 4th grade.

Driving in Utah Warms My Heart

I drove to Salt Lake and back twice today... more like twice in 6 hours. I was glad to do it because I was able to see a friend that I love very much BUT I am pretty sure that I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs every 5 seconds. I contained myself pretty well... for me. Like my good friend Britta would say... I need to work on my road compassion. I used very mild language for me and only yelled a few times like... when I was almost merged into 3 times or when the motorcycles were going over 100 pass me on both sides of my vehicle or when i had to slam on my brakes because the person in front of me thought it would be a great idea to stop in the middle of the FREEWAY so he could not miss the 215 that was a whole 2 miles away. I am glad to report that I made it home safely, just barely! I mean... come on! Really Utah? Really?

Dear Utah,
Get your life together!
Love,
Everyone
P.S. I am not claiming to be the best driver, but I can recognize bad driving when I see it... and I saw it.

I love my life...

There were a couple fairly comical things that happened yesterday all involving BYU intramurals... does that surprise anyone?
First... I went to support my friends at their kickball game. Guess who my friends were playing... my ward! Perfect! I don't exactly have a ton of friends in my ward and cheering against them probably was not helping my pool of ward friends. I guy in my ward came up to me and asked me if I was Romina... Romina is my roommate. Awesome. I have met this kid about 3 times, been to his apartment a few times, live about 10 yards from him, and Romina does not even go to our ward. This guy is fairly good looking so I guess I will let it slide.
Second... after the kickball game I went to my friend's bowling league and watched them dominate. A boy on the bowling team at the lane next to us was wearing the TIGHTEST black shirt I have ever seen! Me and the girls that were with me could not stop staring. We were kinda hoping that our staring would give him a hint for the next time he goes into public. Every time he stood up to take his turn he had to pull his shirt down so that he would not have a bare midriff. I was embarrassed for him and I am pretty sure he made everyone in a 20 yard radius feel uncomfortable. SERIOUSLY!? Have some consideration for the people around you.

DIMPLES

As you can see in my profile pic... I have dimples when I smile.  These are not just any normal dimples though.  My dimples are high up on my cheeks centered right below my eyes.  Most people have dimples on the sides of their mouths or cheeks, but not me.  I have never been one to be normal so why would my dimples be any different. There have been many occasions when I meet people and smile because... what do you do when you meet people?  You SMILE duh.  After I smile, the people that I have just met will say things like, "Wow, do that again!" or "How do you make your cheeks do that thing?" or  "You have the cutest dimples I have ever seen!"  I say thank you and make my dimples appear again for their viewing pleasure.  These reactions are most common.  But then there are other times when I get the strangest comments.  For example... 

-In the 8th grade I worked as an office assistant and the attendance lady had the nerve to tell me that my dimples were birth defects.  I still have complex from the attendance lady at age 20.

-Another girl that I knew in elementary and middle school in San Diego liked to call my dimples "sand crabs" and pinch my cheeks every time my dimples appeared.  (If you have ever tried to catch sand crabs and seen my dimples, then it would make sense)  

Then came the nickname... There was this group of boys that I hung out with for awhile, but not so much any more.  They enjoyed giving girls nicknames and mine was: Dimples.  Lets just say that my nickname was much kinder than many of the other girls they knew.  

So... there is my reasoning for my blog title.  My dimples are something unique I've got going on.  Ya feel me?