First of all... I'm not very good at taking pictures of myself so this is as good as it gets... I died my hair and I love it. Yes it is brown and blue. I was actually very surprised by the amount of the old patients that come into the clinic who say that they like it. I personally love it despite all the crap I get for doing it from my family. I think it looks really cool and I love it...

Today while at church, I was sitting next to my "husband." Before I go on, let me explain... Will and I are really good friends who could never date because we are too good of friends and too much the same person. It just wouldn't work. We are both in the loud and obnoxious crowd. But we think we are hilarious with our fake marriage. I have had to explain it many times on facebook as to why my name has been changed to Annalisa Keddington-Pendleton and our "open marriage." Anyway... Today I was sitting next to him and we never use each others names. We only greet each other with husband or wife. As I was sitting next to him trying oh, so very hard to be reverent, the guy who was teaching was talking about being prepared. He was not a single adult and he was talking to us as though we had millions of dollars stashed away in random places. Telling us we needed to purchase solar panels so if ever we are lost in the wilderness, we can charge our radio and other things. I just couldn't listen to him anymore. It was really starting to irritate me, so I stopped listening and started paying attention to everyone else's faces. It was soooo boring. I felt bad for the man really, but it was just not logical to teach this stuff to a group where the majority are college students still living with their parents. If we had money, we wouldn't be living with our parents. Anyway... I stopped listening to his random rantings. Will and I started commenting on all of the random people dosing off when the man at the pulpit said something that none of us were expecting. I don't even know what led up to this comment. I wish I had been listening. But he said, "And then she spanked him. And she spanked him again." I don't even know why I thought this was so funny but you know how you hold your breath and someone slaps your cheeks and all the air comes out? That's the noise I made, but it was so loud. I felt so bad, but I couldn't stop laughing. I was laying on Will's lap and he had to come down to tell me to breathe. It wasn't until that point that I realized that I had been breathing. It was more out of embarrassment from my awkward noise, not so much from the comment. But I couldn't stop laughing. I got a lot of death glares from the bishopric and I totally understand. I was so irreverent. I was trying not to laugh but I saw the kids face in front of me and just couldn't hold it in anymore. I am such a horrible person...

On a funnier note... I've been planning on posting this since July, but not having a computer and such made that kind of hard. This is the graffiti in Mapleton. I was laughing super hard about it. I just wanted everyone to see it. I love it personally. I have been showing everyone.

Holy expletive batman!!!!

I'm super angry so I have to let it all out... the names and places have been changed to protect those in the story... It all started with the weekend. Friday night some friends and I had a movie marathon. We watched all three of the Bourne movies... Well they watched all 3 of the Bourne movies... I walked in 20 minutes to the end of the first one, slept through the second one, and left for the third one... Anyway... When I walked in late, there was no where to sit except by my friend Bill who was sitting in a love sack. I don't know how many of you have experienced a love sack, but you have to cuddle, otherwise it's just super uncomfortable for both of you. Anyway... Bill and I are sitting there all sorts of comfy like, and right when the movie ends and someone flips the lights on, my friend and current crush, looks over and gives us this dirty look. *warning: small tangent to follow* Here's the thing... He can do whatever he wants... flirt with whomever he wants, and everything, but I can't cuddle with a guy who means nothing to me? He knows that Bill and I are just friends. I don't understand... *End of tangent* Bill leaned over to me to tell me something he didn't want anyone else to hear and he pinched my side, so I let out a yelp and Jim makes some snide comment about the married people in the corner. So Bill gets up and leaves to sit by Jim. I wasn't done talking to Bill so I told him to come back so we could finish our conversation. Once again, we are on a love sack, so we are once again, cuddling. I was not paying attention to Jim because I was talking to Bill, and all of the sudden, Bill, chucks me into the couch and gets off the love sack and sits by Jim. When I asked him why he moved, he told me Jim was giving him dirty looks ever since I sat next to Bill. Well, now I'm intrigued... Later that night when I dropped Jim off, we sat talking in my car. (This has become a tradition... when the two of us get together, we just sit and talk for hours. It's one reason I like him. I can tell him anything.) My curiosity got the best of me so I asked him what the looks were for. He denied the entire thing. Dude, I have witnesses. More than just Bill and I. I shrugged it off as if nothing was wrong. mostly because I was secretly so happy that he was jealous. So... Sunday night we have dessert night and every time there was an opportunity for us to be alone and talk, he wouldn't take it. This is not usual behavior for him at all. Normally it's all about just the two of us. I was trying to ignore the constant pain I was feeling, but it wasn't working all that well. At about 2:30am, I decided I had better go home and go to bed because I had to wake up early in the morning. As I was walking out the door, he followed me and told me not to be mad at him. He has given me a very good reason to be mad, but I wasn't yet. At this point, I was too tired to really care. I asked him why I would be mad at him, and he wouldn't give me an answer. So I left... Slept... Woke up... Then realized what he meant. He knew he was being an idiot and totally unfair. So... to Jim, I give you this message... I give you until September 8th to figure out what in the expletive you want... at that point, I will be shooting a hole in the boat and watching it sink slowly into the abyss never to be heard from again. Mmmmmkay? Sorry everyone for my rant...

How quickly a life can change

Saturday night a friend and I went to Maceys to get some un-salted butter so I could make lemon squares for dessert night on Sunday. My friend was driving and I was sitting in the passenger seat telling her which way to go. She got onto Hwy 6 however, and then told me she didn't know where she was going. We were headed South on Hwy 6 and I told her to turn East when she got to Center St. The light had turned yellow when we went through it. As we were going through it, I saw headlights coming right for me and then I didn't see them anymore. I was turning to tell Manda that I couldn't believe we missed that, when I felt us jolt and start spinning. The sound was horrendous. I hit my head on the window and the next thing I remember is Manda asking me if I was OK. I couldn't answer her the 1st time for some reason, but when she asked me again, I told her yes and that my head hurt. I heard a man's voice from behind me ask if we were ok. When I turned to answer him, I noticed that the back end of the car was gone. The entire trunk was gone. He told us to call 911. While I was on the phone with 911 I realized that the truck and trailer that had hit us rolled down the ditch. After I got off the phone with 911, I got out of the car and tried to call my parents. After you call 911 they lock your phone so they can know exactly where you are. There is a way to unlock it; however, you need to be lucid to do so. You have to press * then #. I couldn’t comprehend this however. I kept pressing * and freaking out that it wasn’t working. All I wanted to do was call my parents to let them know I was OK. Then I saw that it told me to press # so I started pressing that and once again got very irritated that it didn’t work. Finally someone told me that I had to press one then the other after. I would like everyone to know that I was extremely calm until my mom answered the phone. At which point I totally lost it. I started bawling to the point my mom had to tell me to calm down because she couldn’t understand me. After I got off the phone, an EMT came up and noticed that I had my hand on my head and asked if I hurt it. I told her I hit it on the window and she took me into the ambulance to check it out for me. It was then that I found out that everyone was OK, even the horse. I was the one with the most injury. Just a small laceration on my head and that was it. Walking back to the car and looking at it, I realized that had he been moving any faster, or we been moving any slower and I would have been killed on impact. That thought alone is quite sobering. A friend and I were talking about it on Sunday. I asked him, “How would you have found out? How long do you think it would take to travel?” I only asked it because you don’t think about those things until it almost becomes a reality. 5 more feet. That’s all it would have taken and I wouldn’t be here right now. It makes you wonder, what would people say about the life you lived? What would people have said about the example I was to them, or lack there of? I’m not perfect and I realize that, but what would have been under the breaths of some? Something that I’m glad I have had the second chance to change. My new motto is Carpe Diem. I’ve already been living it, and I love it.