Daddeo does it again...

A conversation between Janna and Dad:
It's sunday, Janna is laying downstairs on the floor with her feet up on the fireplace, when my dad calls her cell phone. (keep in mind he's just upstairs)

Dad: Janna what's your phone number?
Janna: (silent for a moment, feeling confused) ??? Uh, didn't you just call it?

An Ode to my Friend Kellie.

My Sister from a different mister calls me up today, and asks me when I'm going to blog again. I have so many stories to tell, I don't know where to begin!

Anyway, she goes on to say, you better write one soon... Oh, and PS, Can you just mention my name in there somewhere? Maybe dedicate the entree to me... (wait... this isn't a dinner plate) Ahem, excuse me. Maybe dedicate this ENTRY to me?

So Kellie. Here's to you. a Little Ode for my Red Headed Senorita.

*Ode to the girl who 'ripped a toot' in the car while her ex was in the store getting candy, and then, when he returned and got a whiff, she blamed it on me.

*Ode to the girl who helped me conjure up a joke on my brother Mitchell, who was distraught and sunburned so bad he couldn't move. We told him soaking wet white wonder bread would absorb the heat, and take the burn away. We then proceed to put soggy wet bread on his back, and went outside to play. Half an hour later, we return, and he's still sitting there, waiting for this nasty, soggy, falling apart wonderbread to take away the burn.

*Ode to the girl that always busts out some face, strange walk or dance move, making me laugh hysterically.

*Ode to the girl who slept on the tramp with me, got scared cause of a creepy neighbor who was outside, proceeds to try and sneak of the tramp to sneak inside without making a sound, falls off the tramp, starts laughing hysterically, and wets her pants.

*Ode to the girl who stood by my side when we had a group of friends (boys and girls) gathered in my living room talking. And when I dozed off and woke up to roaring laughter, because of the two farts that accidentally escaped from me while resting my eyes, she still remains my friend.

*Ode to the girl who dropped to the floor sobbing with me, when I was moving away to college.

*Ode to the girl who pushed me around in her garbage can with Jamie, Placed me in front of her new neighbors houses, rang the doorbell, ran, and hid. The neighbors didn't think it was so funny when I popped out of the garbage can and scared the heeby jeebies out of them.

*Ode to the girl who drove the mini pocket motorcycle bike as Jamie V and I held onto a rope behind with our rollerblades on, when she got a bug in her eye, swerved into oncoming traffic, nearly kills us, then looks at us after- "What? I had a bug in my eye!"

*Ode to the girl who rode a mini trike with Jamie and I, down a big hill, didn't think twice about it, wrecked it, and called it fun :)

*Ode to the girl who video recorded me, all wrapped up in bags so I didn't get gross toilet water all over me while I tried to unclog the toilet.

*Ode to the girl who dares me to do things she knows I can't turn down.

*Ode to the girl who coerced me into opening the shower curtain 3 times while Jamie was showering, run out of the bathroom, and laugh hysterically. 2 Times, Jamie yells at us, The third time, she runs out of the shower, and starts chasing me naked all throughout the house. I was so scared I almost cried!

*Ode to the girl who daily, embarrasses the snot out of hubby Kyle by telling all his embarrassing stories..(aka the runs on the mission, the runs at the store)

*Ode to the girl who always makes me feel like I'm funny. Cries on cue with me. Has a red headed temper. Practically lived at my house, and became my sister, has made these childhood through adulthood years something to remember. I've loved it all Kellie. You're an amazing friend and sister. Love you girl! This one, is for you. :)

Sweet, Sympathetic Daddy

Dad's going to sit on the couch today, Janna is on the opposite side. She sends Kalli and I this text about a conversation between Dad and the Cat.

Apparently, Dad picks the cat up out of the spot on the couch he wanted to sit, and just tosses it on the ground.

Dad says to the cat:

"I guess I could have been more polite about that....But, I hate you."

Hahaha, oh my, poor cats. We don't abuse them, I promise!

Secondary vs Second Degree.

Today at church, in Relief Society, our lesson was on Anger. Our RS Pres, Abby gave a great lesson, and everyone in the room participated. She discussed how Anger is a secondary emotion, and although she's not saying you can be perfect and never experience Anger, that we can choose to control our anger. It was a great lesson, especially for Kalli.

Kalli comments in class about how she wanted to wear this dress to church today. So she ironed it, got it all nice and prepped to wear, then set it on the floor so she could finish putting on her makeup in the bathroom.

When she come back in the room and puts on the dress, she starts sniffing the air, thinking, "Man, something really stinks!"

She smells the armpits of the dress. They're fine. she smells all around, and suddenly sticks her nose into a patch of cat pee on her dress!

She flips out and and starts yelling. Those dag nab cats peed on her dress! Nobody even likes cats in the family except for little 8 year old Jamie.

Jamie comes flying in the room, defending the cats.

Jamie: KALLI! Don't yell at the cats! Don't yell at Timmy!

Kalli: GET OUT!

Jamie: He didn't pee on your dress!

Kalli: YES HE DID! LOOK!

Jamie: NO HE DIDN'T! You peed on your dress!

(hahaha can you imagine Kalli squatting over her dress, peeing on it!?)

Jamie goes flying out of the room crying. Kalli is irate.

Needless to say, Kalli commented in Relief society about how she should have been slower to anger. After Church Kalli and I are driving home in the car, discussing the lesson. She really liked how Abby said that anger is a Secondary emotion. The conversation goes as followed.

Kalli: That was such a coincidence that the lesson was on Anger! I love how Abby was discussing how anger is a "Second Degree" emotion.

Bobbi:-(puzzled expression) A what?

Kalli: Anger is a "Second Degree" emotion.

Bobbi: Hmmm. What's the "First Degree"?

Kalli: (Puzzled expression on her face)

Bobbi: Did you mean Secondary?

GO KALLI! Oh man, I was crackin up. What a day.

Trauma in REM

Last Saturday the 24th of October, after working the closing shift at work, it was nearly 9:45 pm when I walked in the door to my homestead, and carry my belongings (purse full of cheep one dollar lipstick, a wallet without any money, a cell phone with no calls or text messages inviting me to come play on a Saturday night, a used-multiple times- tooth flosser, and Listerine strips) downstairs. Seconds later I hear my sister Kalli walk in the door, with her friend Kyle. I was still dressed in my work clothes, looking fly, so I decided to run upstairs to say hello. Yeah, I didn't walk, or jog up the stairs, I ran. That's desperation for attention on a Saturday night right there.

I visit with Kalli and Kyle for a bit in the kitchen. They're going downstairs, my mom is in the front room sitting in the rocking chair and calls for me to come chat with her. I'm cold so I grab this nice fleece robe and put it on over my dress clothes, then go and sprawl out on the couch. Trying to get cozy, I unbutton my pants, unzip my zipper, (don't act like ya'll don't do it too) kick off my clogs and just let loose.



My mom was working on this project she's been doing for a while, on my laptop. I think she wanted to read it to me, but in a matter of minutes, I was zonked out. I swear (only sometimes, and on accident, or when scared...uh, right word, wrong meaning..back on track now.)- I can sleep anywhere, on anything, and stay that way all night. Not only that, I sleep in really awkward positions. I have since I was a wee lit'l lass. Some things never change..
We all have our favorite sleeping positions. Mine is simply that I have to sleep with my hands covered. No matter where that entails.
Except that, covering hands while sleeping does encounter some problems, unless you gain the proper method..
When I sleep with them under my head, they fall asleep and go numb, due to the lack of blood in the vessels. I only like when my brain falls asleep, not my hands. It tickles when all that numbness leaves, and the blood begins to recirculate in my veins. Not the "haha I'm laughing cause somebody is tickling me". It's the, "I wanna cry cause I'm tickling myself and I wish I could stop". But you can't stop yourself. So first, I wake up in the middle of the night panicking from the lack of feeling in my fingers, thinking some thief came and chopped off my hands, due to the numbness. Then I end up yelling at myself, telling me not to tickle me. "Dangit Bobbi, quit tickling Bobbi!"


If I put them between my thighs, they again fall asleep, and my wrists hurt in the morning.


Between my face/ pillow=drooly hands

In armpits=claustrophobia slash stinky slash sweaty hands


So, I've found the perfect place to keep them, is in my pajama pants :)

Just take it easy ok? It's the perfect place. Not to tight, drooly, claustrophobic, and my hands don't fall asleep. It's not like I put them in my undies!


Anyway. I'm sprawled out on the couch. One leg on the cushions, one half hanging off. My pants are unbuttoned, and unzipped for the whole world to see. I have an ugly robe on over my fully dressed self, AND, my hands are...you guessed it. In my pants.
Like I said before, in just a matter of minutes I'm zonked out. And probably have my mouth hanging wide open, drooling all over the place. Yeah, not attractive. (refer to pictures above). So here I am, all tuckered out, in lala dream land. That is until I hear some ruffling about at 2:00 a.m.


I start to stir in my sleep, I hear faint laughter, and I'm not sure if I'm dreaming?? I like laughter, and my mouth begins to form a half smile, but I'm only half conscious. The laughter doesn't stop. and by now I know I'm not asleep... I open one eye to see Kalli hunched over, laughin her butt off. Kyle awkwardly glances away from me, and musters out, "Good morning beautiful." My mom is still in the chair, plugging her nose, as if it were helping suppress her laughter. I still don't know what's going on, so I don't move, I just lay there grinning like an idiot, wondering why everyone is laughing, unaware that my hands are chilling down my unzipped pants.


I was so incoherent so I just fell back asleep, Michael Jackson style (crotch grabbing dance move). Eventually, Kyle left.


The next day Kalli asks me if I always sleep with my hands down my pants.

My mouth drops open as I recall the confusion I felt the night before.

Oh the Trauma in REM. That just did me in. It happened. It's going down in Bob history as A -Really Embarrassing Moment-while in Rapid Eye Movement... Gosh. I'm such a creeper! Who sleeps with their hands down their pants??? Please tell me I'm not the only one.

Holy Moley! - Marshmallow's Anyone?

It was my Aunt Pams birthday a few days ago, and the discussion got opened about embarrassing zits.

We all know those little zitters don't just go away after you turn 21...no. no. We go into adulthood, believing we've left our acne faced adolescence behind...but on a monthly basis, those little (and big) goobs come around to show us who's boss. They come unannounced, and then go as they please. Taking no thought as to if they were invited. It's not just like they pop up to visit in convenient places either. IE- your chin line, or hair line. Easily coverup-able area's. No. They come out on in the most highly visable places on your face. Like, for instance, on the tip of your nose.

Common terms for these unwelcomed ~zits on steroids~ are: "Rudolf" - "My Third Eye"

I've also heard them referred to as -"My Friend Jessica came to visit".

In this case, you know you'll be getting those, "I'm trying to look you straight in the eye, but my eyes won't peel away from that nasty huge zit" looks from every conversationalist you encounter.

Needless to say, once upon a time, many months ago, I watched Oprah Windfrey. In this particular show, she offered what I thought was a wonderful suggestion.

She says, when you have those ugly blemishes, play them off! Color them in as if they were a mole!

She then goes through a series of pictures on "How to Cover your blemish so it looks like a mole"

I get so excited! I already have a plethora of moles on my face, what will one more add?

I was at my grandmothers house in Afton, Wyoming at the time, and it just so happens that I have "a big one" on the right side of my face, between my mouth and nose. It was one of those, "I'm so big, you can't not stare" goobers.

I put Oprah to the test. I found a brown eye pencil, and I colored her in.

IT LOOKED FABULOUS! I felt like Cindy Crawford!

I went to church that day, feeling confident, strutting my stuff. Nobody would know it wasn't a mole!

Church ended, I went back to my grandma's.

My cousin Ben, and his brand new wife, (this was my second time meeting her) Kara, came to dinner that night. So it was my grandparents, Ben, Kara, and myself eating.

I cheerfully and confidently look at Ben, with a huge old grin on my face, The conversation goes as followed.

Bobbi: Hey Ben!

Ben: Hey Bobbi!

Bobbi: (excitedly, I turn my head to the side, and thrust my face closer to Bens eyes so he can have a closer look.) Does this look like a MOLE!?!

Ben: (awkwardly)- Uhhhh? Ahem, Uhhhh, (getting really uncomfortable) N, nn, no?

Bobbi: (loosing some confidence, I sink into my chair) Oh. Really? Well it's not, it's just been a long day and the makeup has probably worn off.

Ben: (Silently shifts his horror stricken face down towards his food, and won't look up at me as he tries to change the subject)

Bobbi: (Disappointed, shrugs it off and continues eating)

Dinner ends, and we continue to chat and laugh about old times like cousins do. Ben never looks at me for more than a few seconds at a time. I think nothing of it.

Conversation dies, and I decide I need to use the restroom.

I do my business, and I'm washing my hands when I look up in the mirror. My jaw drops, I back away from the mirror. Bringing my hands to my face in shock. I shake my head in disbelief, and then erupt in laughter. My "mole" didn't look like a mole at all! It had transformed into a BIG HUGE WHITE HEAD! Not just a little "Peek a boo! I'm coming out!" White Head. It was a "HEY YOU, Yeah YOU! Don't pretend your not looking, I'm HUGE" White Head. I might as well of had one of the mini marshmallows chillin on my face.

Poor country boy Ben! He was trying to be so polite... and I just shoved my face into his. He was probably scared the gooby was going to burst all over him! -Marshmallows anyone?

Needless to say. If you periodically glance in the mirror to make sure you don't have a nasty gooby whitehead popping out, I think, covering your blemishes with eyeliner is a great solution!

What do you think?

It's working right?

Holy Moley-Oprah, you've done it again!

Jamie's Prayer

Little 8 year old Jamie says a prayer before bed:

Heavenly Father.....

....and please bless all the nocturnal animals that they will have fun tonight.

Kids say the darnedest things. Isn't that so hilarious!?

Fall, Fall, and Fall.

I love Fall. It's the last stretch of happiness and sunshine before the dreary winter months. Fall has the perfect temperature (70's), The leaves are changing colors. I love the Reds, the yellows, the oranges, and browns. I love hiking in the Fall, I just plain old love the fall, in every essence of the word. I also love that Emily Buffington loves Fall, and loves to fall......



Last week Emily and I were taking a hike up the gorgeous fall colored Adams Canyon hiking trail. We didn't have alot of time, cause her little boy Max was in preschool for only 2 hrs. So we were trying (keyword trying) to run up alot of the trail...when I say alot, we maybe ran 1/8th of a mile up the almost 2 mile one way hike. Ha, yeah..it's hard ok!

But, we are tough and would like to think we're in good shape, so we did run down the mountain....

Down the mountain we go, getting through all the rough and rocky terrain at top speed, jumping and dodging over rocks, boulders, tree roots, branches, and other foreign objects -(like pinecones)-. We safely and without error make our way down steep terrain, confident, and sure we are going to make it back to pick up Max on time.

After the rough part is over, I start to slow down (I'm in the front), and I turn my head to speak to Emily, she's slowing down too. We're on a shallow hill, and the terrain is smoothing out, into nice even dirt. We've slowed to a safe trot, almost a speed walk, when out of nowhere a five inch rock snatches the front of Emily's shoe. I turn my head towards her right as I see her kick the rock.... Ha, and sssslllllllooooowwwwwllllllyyy, ever so slowly every inch of her body sprawls out across the dirt, (keep in mind we're still on a slight hill) her head landing just centimeters from another rock. Don't worry, it was much to slow motion to cause head injury, so I found it completely appropriate to suppress my laughter for about 0.05 seconds (just to make sure she didn't hit her head.) I looked at the pitiful sight below me. This poor woman had dirt spread across her body from toe to head, a cut knee and hip, dirt plastered on her face. She slowly pushes herself up with her arms so that she's sitting on her side, looks at me, and gets a big old grin/smirk on her face!

I LOST IT!

I erupt in laughter. I can't stop. She's all messed up laying in the dirt, smiling, all bright eyed and bushy tailed! Of all the places to fall! She chooses this nice baby dirt hill.


She gets up, doesn't even brush herself off, and starts running again. (what a sheera!)

I'm behind her, I can't see straight. I'm laughing so hysterically, that I'm crying, and about to wet my pants.

We keep running, I keep laughing, and we finally get to the ending part of the trail, the switchbacks... We're running down, and the wind starts picking up, so we have to squint our eyes to see. Sand is being hurled at our faces. Out of nowhere, I hear this snort. No, no. Not the laughing sort of snort. It was the "I'm about to hock a lewgy" snort. I squint my eyes towards Emily in disbelief. She's in front of me, her head throws back, and she's tilting it to the side to spit something nasty out of her mouth. (keep in mind the wind is blowing really hard and I am only maybe 1.5 feet behind her!) I start to panic, but have no time to dodge the inevitable. She spits it out, the wind picks it up, and I barley dodge the goop ball coming towards me.
Emily stops in horror, realizing what she's done. Turns towards me. My eyes are bugging out of my head, as I stare at her with the expression that says "oh no you didn't just do that". Her hands cover her mouth. I scream and tell her it got on me (just to play along). She's laughing her heart out, because she believes me. Maybe she spit cause she was trying to get me back for laughing at her? haha, I finally let out the truth, we calm down enough to walk straight, and we merrily make our way to get Max.

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Two days later we're out for another Jog. Low and behold, in the middle of the sidewalk, somebody cut down one of those signs that say railroad crossing on them, so that what was left was a 2 inch metal stub cemented into the ground. Emily and I are talking and laughing at the bruises she got from the hike, when she kicks the stub, flys forward, can't catch her feet, and sprawls out on across sidewalk! I couldn't help it, I felt like such a jerk, but I laughed again! Poor gal needs to look where she's going!




Oh the adventures of Bobbi and Emily... They never end :)

Horse Teeth VS Human Teeth

A certain someone, who I won't mention, once, or twice, commented that I have horse teeth. I wasn't sure how to take it at first, but they assured me it was a compliment. I felt fine with that, and forgot the comment all together. That is until I typed into Google Image Search-Horse Teeth.

Tell me what you think.

Horse Teeth vs Bobbi Teeth

Something doesn't feel quite right....

I'm not sure about that "compliment"

But "Hay!" it's ok...

I love horses.

All in a Days Work!

Have you ever had one of those days, where ya just can't quite get it right?
Well, if you haven't, it's because I've taken your fare share of them. In fact, I set a record for Dumb-Bob comments and moments today. You know, those comments that are made when you blurt out something so ridiculous people don't know whether to laugh, or just walk away.
These events, go as followed.

Event 1:

Pull up bars and dropping cards
I work at Big 5 sporting goods selling shoes in the shoe department. It's a fun part time job that helps pass the time away until I go on my mission.
Today we had to put up ads on all the sale merchendise by tagging them with sticker, and labels. It's early in my work day, and in my arms I'm holding this big pile of tags, tape, and tagger tails, searching the area to find the items on sale, and proceed by tagging them. While in search mode, my thought process is inturrupted by this male specimen walking by.
Like a responsible retail worker should, I look at him and say, "Can I help you find anything?"
He smiles, looks into my eyes and says, "No, I'm just looking around, passing the time away." So I politely nod, smile, and walk away, minding my own business.
1.5 seconds later, as I'm walking away, he blurts out- "well actually, can you help me find those pull up bars that you put in your doorway"-
I say, "well yes, come follow me, they're right over here"- and I show him the way.
He tells me he needs a good one, because he bent his last one with his strong muscles. (He's an air force dude, big burly guy) I helped his ego a bit and say something about him being to tough for a dinky pull up bar. (yeah..not way smooth)

As he's looking at the product he sees one that is small and portable, and says " Oh that one would be perfect! I could fit it in my sleeping bag!"
Images of stuffing this portable pull up bar into a sleeping bag start flashing through my head, and I raise one eyebrow at this guy, and stare at him, unsure of how to respond to the comment...thinking, why the heck would he stuff that into a sleeping bag?
He realizes his mistake and starts embarrassingly laughing, and stammers over his words "Uh, you know, in case I wanna take it camping....to uh, latch it onto a tree and scare off them bears!"
I lost it. I'm cracking up, and so is he. I giggle back, "Yeah you do that, You scare them bears tough guy"
And then walk away.
So here I am once again, minding my own business, with this huge stack of tags in my hand when this same guy walks back over to me. I look and say "hi, uh, do you need something?"
He just starts talking and telling me I seem like I'm really fun....
I sheepishly look at him, and say thank you, followed by nervous laughter. Meanwhile I'm trying to focus on keeping all these tags and tools in my hands.
He keeps blabbing on, and I realize he's kinda hitting on me....I get kind of nervous...Because I'm so prone to saying off the wall rediculous comments. Not funny ones. Embarrassing ones. I'm illiterate when it comes to flirting if it's not on my terms. I'm all honky dory if I initiate it, but when someone else starts it, AHH! I get all clammy and nervous, and fff. fffreeze up!
Here I stand, I'm stumbling over my words, trying to keep my vision straight, and my body temperature down so he can't tell I'm blushing, and all the sudden, I drop everything out of my hands.
I get this "oops!" look spread accross my face, and quickly bend over to pick it all up, (awkwardly bending over trying to make sure the butt crack doesn't come out) and right as I stand up, I drop it all again. He's just standing there, staring at me with the look that says, "Come on girl get it right!"
I awkwardly stand up again, my cheeks are starting to burn, and my eyes go squinty, as if that's going to help me focus. Factor squint eyes isn't working so I start doing my nervous laugh, hoping that will lighten the situation.
It didn't work, I dropped it all again! I swear those tags were like a wet and slippery bar of soap. You just can't ever quite latch on tight enough to keep it in your hands!

Needless to say, despite my clumsiness, sssttttuuuuddddeeeerrr, and lack of tact, I got a date! WOoO HoOo! Gotta fill that cantine before I go on the mish!

Event 2:

Convo between Manager TJ, Manager Trainee Nate, and I. All three of us are at the back of the store, tagging shoes with tags. There's a huge pile of labels, and they are on card stock paper, when somehow we get stuck on the topic of tree huggers.

TJ: Bobbi, are you a tree hugger?
Bobbi: Yes.
TJ: Are you really?
Bobbi: (sarcastic tone) Yes, aren't you?
TJ: No
Nate: (looks at me like he knows something is coming)
TJ: No you aren't, or you wouldn't be working at Big 5. We use TONS of paper! Look at all these stacks of paper tags!
Nate: Yeah, why don't you go work for the forest service.
Bobbi: (with a look of shock and confusion, I muster out) I don't hug stacks of paper! (duh) I hug trees...
Nate: (chuckles and brings his hands to his forehead, and shakes his head)
TJ: (eyes are popping out of his head in aww and mouth drops-awkward silence)
Bobbi: (hunched over lmbo)
TJ walks away
Nate stares
Bobbi: Alright! (as I'm walking away from nate) I'll Leaf ya alone.


Event 3
When a customer wants to put something on hold, we have to get a managers signature. I walk up to TJ with a hold tag for him to sign.

Bobbi: Tij, with you sign this?
Tj: No
Bobbi: Why?
Tj: I don't want to.
Bobbi: That's rude!
Tj: What are you going to do about it?
Bobbi: Forge your signature
Tj: I dare you to try
Bobbi: No
Tj: Why?
Bobbi: You have to many scribbijulls in it
Tj: (stares at me, I imagine he's thinking, what the crap are scribbijulls?)
Bobbi: (trying to cover up my tracks) You know, Scribbijulls. Those Loopy things.

Apparently I make up my own words. Tj shakes his head in disbelieve, laughs hard, signs it and tells me to go away.

Event 4...ish
Tagger Tails VS Tiger Tails

(Back to Shoe department, still tagging shoes (between Tj, Nate, Bobbi)
We have these plastic things that are apparently called "Tagger Tails" to latch the tags onto the shoes.

Bobbi: Tj, will you pass me some tiger tails?
Tj: (raises eyebrow) Some what?
Bobbi: Tiger Tails
Tj: What are Tiger Tails?
Bobbi: Quit teasin, give me some Tiger Tales
Tj: I don't know what you mean, I don't see any tigers, but if you want a Tagger Tail, Then here you go.
Bobbi: (I have a confused expression on my face, I thought for sure they were called Tiger Tails)-dumb founded I say, "thanks" and raise my hand high in the air make a claw gesture, and glance at Nate, and Tj....and blurt out, "roar!"

*Sigh* Oh what would it be like to just get it right?

Not Fun, that's for sure.

Roar.

Hiking Trip!

Who doesn't love themselves a nice family trip? Especially when with the Bowman bunch. I think it's so great that we all somehow ended up loving to hike. Just last weekend we ventured down to Southern Utah (in the mini) (not cooper...van) and hiked to Calf Creek Falls, and through Bryce Canyon.

BEAUTIFUL! (not me, the hikes) Couresy laughs welcome.

and FUN! (not the car ride, the hikes)

Anyway, I figured I don't want to facebook some of the quirkiness of my fam, but here's a couple video's I had to share....

1. Mitchell and I raced up this hill. He creamed me of course. With an arrogant smirk on his face, he looks over his shoulder at me, and blabbers out- "You can't beat Testosterone!" ...Well Mitch...You might be a big grown up man now, and fully loaded with Testosterone....but I didn't know grown men still need diapers...

2. Next on the list, I was visiting Kalli down at her apartment in Orem Utah during finals week at school so we could study together. We ended up sitting on the couch, staring at each other for over half an hour as we amused ourselves by mimicking this hillium voice. We annoyed our family with it the entire hiking trip... And got mitchell to talk like it too.

Don't even try to pretend like you're not trying to do the voice after watching the video! It's so annoying, but addicting! I love how Kalli's face never changes, and how I can't keep my eyes open.

The Trip was a blast! And I can hardly wait for our next one! I love being a Bowman!

Hi there, Bobbi Here...I'm an official Blogger..Dontcha Know!

I don't really know the rules behind blogging... Don'tcha Know (anyone ever seen the Cartoon Bobby's World before?), but I figure I can brag about myself a little since it is my page...I'll start with a little update about Muah. (a.k.a. me).

*I'm 5'6"

*brown hair

*black/brown/white/red eyes (pupil is black, iris brown, eyeball white, with an occasional red when under stress/allergy season)

*Currently single

*Proud Owner of the Marble/ Bowman Thunder Thighs - I love my girls. They make my active lifestyle possible. From Soccer, running, biking, rollerblading, hiking, dancing, yogaing, and P90xing they sure take a beating.

* Medical Assistant-Nutritional Counselor

*Majoring in Health Promotions with a minor in Nutrition

* Easily Amused

*Lover of: Family, Church, Quality Friends, Kind People, BEING HAPPY, Book of Mormon, Food, Exercise, Art, Drawing, Writing, a Good Laugh, Silly Voices, Clean Jokes,T-Shirts, watching peoples reactions to life, Family Gatherings, Ugly Face Contests, Hair, Flossing, Yogurt, Hiking, Yoga, ROLLER BLADING, Laughing hysterically with sisters, Laughing at other peoples laughs, Embarrassing Stories-moments, Moms, Late Night Talks, Building things, Anything outside, climbing tree's and rocks, hammocks, Sunshine and warm weather, Mountains, Snowboarding, Swimming in Lakes, Pictures, Sand Volleyball, Tuff (mitch's dog), hard working men, working hard, country folks, nature, Star Valley Wyoming, Horses, Cooking (not baking), Healthy Food, Healthy Lifestyles, Dancing while emptying the dishwasher, Day Dreams, Love, Old English literature/movies, Perfect Kisses, Holding hands, CUDDLING, Learning, Reading, Hiking trips with the family, Four Diggin, Camping, and LIVING.

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Dislover OF: selfishness, hate, dirty music, when people sneeze on me...(you sneeze on me I'll throw up on you)... When people don't put a new toilet paper roll on the roller after taking the last square....general education requirements, people who drive drunk.

Oh...WAIT A SECOND.....crap... This isn't an online dating service, is it?

Hmph.