Stinky McStinkerson

Hi.

Um. Confession time. I don't shower everyday. I'm sure you just responded with a resounding, "eeeewwwwwweeee!" Yeah, yeah, I'm sure you're reconsidering the high rank you once gave Cilla in your list of "Coolest people I've ever known in my entire life." But before you drop me from your #1 spot to #2 or even (gasp!) #3, let me plead my case:

I like to be mysterious. Part of that mystery includes occasionally skipping a shower, dawning some Zoolander approved 'derelict' attire, and slinking off to school. I like changing my look on occasion so people can look at me and think, "Gee, I wonder if that is a student or a homeless person wandering campus with her partially-bald Tabby cat named LiceTrap." Mua ha ha! The students will never know! But seriously, I do have a cat. She's a ornery little beast named Puddin who secretly plots to scratch me to death in my sleep. Personally, I think I'd prefer LiceTrap.

Aside from being mysterious, who doesn't enjoy going 'au natural' for a day or two...or three? The oils in your hair are able to penetrate your ends, you save some serious cashola on shampoo, and you save the Earth! Water preservation, baby! Yeah, so maybe I secretly want to be a hippie who doesn't shave her legs and spends hours in front of a lava lamp listening to Pink Floyd and saying things like, "totally euphoric!" I just can't seem to commit. So a good couple of days living the dream is better than none, right?

My third and final reason for not showering is this: I get lazy, and I like sleep. Therefore, I just prefer to skip the whole showering scene, grab some body spray, reapply some deodorant, and call it good. Seriously, folks, as long as we shower more than they did in the Dark Ages, we're good. Okay, maybe we should shower more than that...like if you're not showering at least once a week, I'm concerned and no excuses will suffice.

So there we go. You may move me back up to #1 in your list. Sorry to scare you, but maybe you'll think twice now when you try to rearrange your cool list. I plan on showering tomorrow (always gotta shower on the Sabbath!), so I think I'm off to bed so I can allow some extra time for my ritualistic 5-minute shower 'snooze'. Next to stalking John Mayer, it's the best part of my day.

So goodnight, and may your showers be steamy and...uhh...bright? Yeah, we'll go with that.

21 Is Sooo Last Year

Tomorrow is my 22nd birthday! Shyeeaahh! I'm pretty excited about it. I mean, doesn't 22 sound so much more mature than 21? Oh yeah. Way more mature. I might as well stick in some dentures and start wearing some wool cardigans. Unless those dentures are a size too big and I start looking like a Who... Yeah, maybe I'll hold on to my mature people attire for year 23.

Anywhosie, I've been sitting here at my laptop studying for 2 finals that I have tomorrow morning. Who had the audacity to schedule 2 finals on my birthday? Did they not know that I plan on drinking my body weight in Egg Nog tonight and may show up to class Nog-drunk, wearing my mom's blue leather jumpsuit from 1982 whilst singing 'Feliz Navidad' complete with maracas? Yeah, profs, you may have wanted to consider that.

Wow, tangents are fun. Back to my point: so I've been sitting at my laptop and thinking about all the things that have happened in the last year. I am completely stunned with what I've come up with. Here's a snippet of my brain's processes. Please keep your arms and legs inside the bloggisphere during the ride:

I've fallen in love with an amazing man.
I went from listening to angry-I-hate-boys music (thanks, Vanessa!) to experiencing an emotion that I can barely put into words. Bob and I have such a great connection with each other. He has softened my heart and makes me want to be a better person. I love him with all my heart and would do anything for him. I cannot wait to marry him, and hope these 5 1/2 months go by fast so I can fall asleep in his arms every night. He truly is my other half, my best friend, my everything.

My future career has been decided.
After feeling completely lost in life, and crying way too much over school, I have decided to become a Speech Pathologist. School is going great, and I was even chosen to do an Independent Study/Research Project with some professors at the U. Sure, I have to be in school for an extra year, but it's worth it when I look at my future and am able to smile with a confidence that I know it will make me happy.

I have become more domesticated.
While I have yet to religiously watch Martha Stewart, and create elaborate centerpieces with my fancy casserole, I have been cooking more. I even have a cookbook where I'm recording my favorite recipes. (Mind you, this is coming from the girl who lived on packaged pasta and Eggo Waffles for the 6 months she lived in the Avenues). I even asked for a KitchenAid for Christmas! WTF? Yup, it's time to get a cheesy apron with designs and words created with fluorescent puff-paint.

I am truly, sincerely, genuinely happy.
Not like I haven't been happy in the past, but I can't seem to stop smiling this year. I have so much to be thankful for. I have Bob, my health, great family and friends, a nice home to live in, good food to eat. While things are not perfect (when are they?), they are pretty darn close! In fact, I feel a song coming on...

[Priscilla dawns tap shoes and a sequined vest. Her friends pop out behind her bed, TV, and desk in similar attire with cheesy smiles and matching outfits as they sing...]

Gray skies are gonna clear up,

Put on a happy face;

Brush off the clouds and cheer up,

Put on a happy face.

And spread sunshine all over the place,

Just put on a happy face!

[Spirit fingers galore on that last note! SPIRIT FINGERS I TELL YOU!!!]

Thank you for choosing Cilla Inc. for all your blogging needs. Please remain seated until the post has come to a complete close.

Thank you, goodbye, goodbye now, goodbye, goodbye!

Meet Bob and Cilla!

***

Meet Bob.

He's really, really, ridiculously good looking.

Pose, Bob. Pose!

Meet Cilla.

She likes having fun on children's playgrounds.

Fly, Cilla. Fly!

This is Bob.

He likes being adventurous.

Jump of the cliff, Bob. Jump off the cliff!

This is Cilla.

She likes dancing for hours on end.

Moonwalk, Cilla. Moonwalk!

See Bob.

He loves Cilla very much.

Kiss the girl, Bob. Kiss the girl!

See Cilla.

She loves Bob even more.

Knit him a sweater, Cilla. Knit him a sweater!

This is Bob.

He proposes to Cilla with 8 dozen roses on Nov. 19, 2008.

Say Yes, Cilla. Say Yes!

This is Cilla.

She says yes without any hesitation.

Call the Temple, Cilla. Call the Temple!

Meet the future Robert and Priscilla Neve

They are getting married on May 30, 2009

Live Happily Ever After, Neve's. Live Happily Ever After!
 

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Thank Goodness!

So I had a pretty awesome Thanksgiving. I ran a 5K in the morning (and made excellent time for not training),

went to the Zoo with my family,

played in the Zoo's playground with my fiance,

and enjoyed a delicious turkey dinner with Bob's family!

I sure like Thanksgiving. I really like the food part, the family part, the pie part, the tryptophan part, and the leftover part. I'm not so much a big fan of the jellied cranberry part, or the yam part. But all in all, I'm a fan!!! I've had quite some time now to brainstorm all that I'm thankful for and here's what I've come up with:

I am thankful for...
1. A fiance who is proud of my belching, sings theme songs from old cartoons, likes to read super nerdy fantasy novels out loud with me, and loves me enough to make me his wife.
2. Creepy guys on the bus who don't follow me home.
3. Dance Dance Revolution and Guitar Hero.
4. Banana Cream Pie with a cold glass of 1% milk.
5. Knowing that I will never truly understand what it means to starve, freeze, or live on the streets.
6. Novels that provide escape, adventure, and enlightenment. Movies that cause laughter, thrill, and tears.
7. Mac & Cheese shaped like Spongebob characters, Triscuit and Easy Cheese, Grilled Cheese, Rich's Turkey, Gouda, & Cranberry sandwiches, cheesy grins, cheesy jokes, and cheesy moments.
8. FREE MEAL! from Cafe Rio.
9. Making it through a meal with the majority of the food in my mouth and not on my lap.
10. Music that allows for singing in the shower, dancing in the kitchen, and head-bobbing at work or while driving.
11. Having family and friends who support, joke, and let me be me.
12. Spring Break, Summer Break, Fall Break, Winter Break, road trips, weekend trips, week-long trips, and any other event with the word 'break' or 'trip' in the title.
13. Having faith that I will see my late grandparents again. Having faith that while the future will be difficult, it will also be full of immense joy and happiness. Having faith.
14. Sleeping in.
15. Being a women who can hold a job, attend a University, vote, have a family, and not be expected to live a quiet, passive life.
16. Not just owning 1 pair of shoes, but being able to feed my fetish with many shoes of differing color, shape, and purpose.
17. Modern medicine and the ability to live a long, full, fruitful life.
18. Butterfly kisses, Eskimo kisses, short kisses, long kisses, quick kisses, and romantic kisses.
19. All things beautiful, fun, exciting, adventurous, spontaneous...that aren't too risky or dangerous (a girl has got to set some limits).
20. Knowing that the entire future is what I choose to make it. And right now, I'm looking to make it a good one!

Blogging For Global Health

Hello Readers,

This post will be a bit different than previous posts. No witty banter, intense sarcasm or satire will be featured here. You see, for my Global Health class, we are given an assignment to write a blog about something we have learned in the semester. In all truthfulness, I am quite excited about this assignment. For once my random babble can be used for something more than entertaining family and friends. Let the seriousness begin.

-Priscilla

Earlier in the semester we watched an AIDS video from Frontline. At first glance, I was not looking forward to this endeavor. The video was close to four hours long, and let's face it, I would much rather had been watching The Office or Gilmore Girls. Alas, I finally grabbed my laptop, some Triscuit and Easy Cheese, and pressed the play button on what would be a life-altering video.

Being a Behavioral Science and Health major, I have come across the subject of AIDS every semester. I know it is a devastating pandemic. I know it is preventable. What I did not know upon beginning this video is how America's leaders took a back seat to this serious issue.

The subject of AIDS is a large taboo. The HIV virus is spread by fluids such as blood and semen that put intravenous drug users and those participating in unprotected sex at risk. In the 1980s when AIDS was making an appearance in the United States, the main population infected were homosexual men. Instead of attacking this deadly disease with all hands on deck, President Reagan's administration responded with silence and indifference. This silence turned out to be deadly, and by barely even acknowledging HIV/AIDS the virus continued it's rapid spread.

Some politicians even seemed happy that this virus was attacking homosexual men and drug users. One politician stated, "AIDS. It's killing all the right people." This statement makes me sick to the stomach. Personally, I believe that what you do with your life is completely up to you, and AIDS just happened to be infecting these individuals based on its mode of transmission, NOT on the type of lifestyle you lead. I could go into this in more detail, but I prefer to stay away from religious debates.

Okay politicians, some of you think that AIDS was killing all the "right" people, do you? How about once the HIV virus entered the blood supply and young, innocent hemophiliacs became infected? Is the disease still ridding the world of those you find unfit to live here? I dare say no! By taking a back seat to a new disease, I believe the government allowed the spread of a disease across the country. I decline to blame them for the spread of the disease, but they sure didn't do much to help stop the spread.

Finally, as stated earlier, there are ways to prevent the spread of AIDS. Many countries have seen success from dispensing condoms and providing clean needles to the drug community. The majority of these countries have seen a drastic decline in infections with AIDS. These preventive measures work, so hopefully the United States takes part in them.

Hopefully is the key work here. Sadly, the United States declines to participate in a free clean needle exchange because it seems as if we are "contributing" to these distasteful habits. Once again, this heavy taboo against who AIDS affects and the inactivity of our nations government is only contributing to the spread of one of the biggest and most deadly diseases since the Black Plague.

Only when America's government decides to step up to the plate, and push all stigmas aside, will be hopefully see a decline in the incidence and prevalence of AIDS. Until then, this disease is thriving in the inactivity of its leaders.

Time For War!

I was quite happy to see Utah beat San Diego last week. Quite happy. It feels very good knowing that we have yet to lose a game this season. Very good. The only thing standing between the Utes and a perfect season: BYU.

Oh joy.

I hate the Holy War. Okay, hate is a strong word. I ABSOLUTELY AND COMPLETELY LOATHE the Holy War. This sounds odd coming from a hard core Utah football fan as myself, but this is the one game of the year that ties my stomach in a square knot. Oh, yes, a SQUARE KNOT! (Bah, bah, bahhhhh!) I hate the uncertainty of how the game will play out. I hate having to be in the same stadium as those blue southerners. Most of all, I hate Rilvary Week. Oh...wait...I withdraw my last statement...

I love Rilvary Week. When else am I able to smack talk on Provo and the Y 24/7? How often am I able to spend an entire week looking for reasons to tell awesome Y-coed jokes? Oh, wait, I can do this whenever I want! Sweet sauce! But I feel extra priveledged to gather with my crimson posse in a unified we-rather-dislike-BYU week of mean text messaging, and vocal smack-downs.

Even as I'm writing this, Y jokes are filling my brain. My left hand is grasping my right wrist with all its might so as not to send hundreds of outlandish and cruel the-Y-smells-like-lame-sauce text messages to all my misled friends.

All I ask from my Utes this week is to beat the Cougs. Wait, beat is a strong word. I want them to CRUSH, MAIM, PULVERIZE, SMOTHER, SQUISH, AND TRAMPLE all over those kitties behinds!!! I want them to run from the Utes cowering in fear, wiping tears off their cheeks to prevent stains from their already shredded uniforms. I want to win I tell you, win! WIIIINNNN!!!

Suit up, men! The war has begun!

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Bulldogs, POW's, and Change: Election 2008 Through Cilla's Bewildered Eyes

I'm not gonna lie, and neither are my hips. I'm glad Barack Obama is our next President. I honestly think he will do a decent job. Now, instead of going on and on about why I feel this way, let's look at this recent election/campaigning period in a lighter way. Think of it as the Diet Coke of politics: a tasty, calorie-free treat that only minorly curbs that craving, and still leaves you feeling empty.

I'm quite sad this election has come to an end. I have been actively saving newspaper articles and magazine excerpts to add to my "I Heart America" scrapbook. This once People Mag junkie has resorted to searching for all things political. You'd think I'd get sick of all that patriotic, red, white, and blue mumbo-jumbo, but I most definitely did not! In fact, my room feels extremely empty now that I have removed the final link from my paper chain count down to Election Day.

Aside from my own, personal memory-collecting, I have also enjoyed the entertainment that comes during the election season. There are so many things that I will miss about the elections. The following are only a few of many:

- Pondering what a bulldog would look like with lipstick.
- Being constantly reminded the McCain was a Prisoner of War.
- Hearing the word 'Change' approximately 28,459 times in the last year.
- Getting Sarah Palin and Tina Fey mixed up... they look so freakin' much alike!

 Ahh....good times, good times. I do believe I will shed a single, glistening tear in remembrance of the happiness and joy this election has brought to me. I mean, I have been introduced to a fabulous new updo, opinions up the wazoo, and Democrat-Repulican vocal smack downs. Where else am I supposed to find this kind of entertainment? And don't say the CW or MTV. They ain't got nuthin on this!

To say bon voyage to Election 2008, please help yourself to this hefty serving of some final politician-bashing entertainment. (See the above JibJab toon) Mmm... trashing goodness! Remember my dear friends to keep your suits expensive, and your promises empty.

...and, I really can see Russia from my window.

Recycling: When Life Gives You Wedgies

So it's been a couple weeks since my last post, and sadly, I don't have time to write much of anything right now...school has stolen my soul! To keep my loyal fans entertained, I'm "recycling" an older post from the blog my sister and I used to have (It Has Raisins In It). Please enjoy this bit of deja-vu:

WARNING! This post, while trying to keep it rated PG, contains material that might be offensive to readers whose iPods are limited to Kenny G, Barbara Streisand, and Michael Bolton.

The Wedgie. It turns a lady into a man, a man into a Golden Girl, and forces imminent humiliation upon whoever it attacks. It could seriously be the most horrendous clothing experience of our existence - leg warmers and the Dickie following close behind.

In my family, there are two types of wedgies:

1) Wedgie (wej-ee) n. The natural occurrence of undergarment bunching between the buttocks. May also go by the name of "Snuggie" if you are under 8 years old, or are in the immediate family of my sister-in-law.

2) Melvin (mel-vin) n. A super wedgie in which the undergarments say hello to the outside world. These are usually brought on by gym class ridicule or an extremely bumpy water slide.

With this distinction made, I am prepared to tell you about my recent wedgie experience.

The day was doomed to failure from the get-go. My newly cut bangs decided to time warp to 1984, and my bright eyeshadow decided to follow suit. Hoping that my weird luck would stay back with stirrup stretch pants and Duran Duran, I began my 20 minute trek across campus thinking the glass was half-full.

But then glass started to empty...

Precisely seven minutes into my walk, I began to feel my undaroos creeping where they did not belong. Whether it was my stylish, yet constricting jeans, or sassy walk coupled with heels that were the cause of the unwanted movement, I may never know. It only took three minutes for a mature wedgie to develop, and had I been wearing overalls within feet of my older brother, I would have suspected a melvin.

I have experienced quite a few award-winning, may-i-have-the-envelope-please-wedgies in my day, but this one surpassed them all. The wedgie of 2004 caused by an awkward layer of underwear, thick tights, and spandex pants was definitely the most painful. And the most recent melvin of Fall '05 with my sweats was practically painless, but far too visible. My current campus wedgie was the perfect combination of the two: maximum pain with the greatest visibility.

The Ultimate Embarrassment.

So there I was, looking like a blast from the past with the Hulk Hogan of wedgies, trying to find a way to rid myself of this humiliation. I figured I had 2 options:

Option #1: The Pick.

Um...hello...unless you want to commit social suicide you never, ever just up and pick your wedgie. First, you are admitting that you have a wedgie, and second, you are drawing even more unwanted focus to your derriere. Neither of which will help your self esteem. Also, if you are unsuccessful with your initial pick, further picks will be needed and you will be reduced to a monkey. While I like monkeys as much as the next average Jane, we have come too far in evolution for me to resort to such primitive behavior.

Option #2: The Natural Release.

Most of the time the wedgie will eventually work itself out of your fanny naturally. Altering your walk usually does the trick - but for those who oppose to walking with more length between their legs and taking wider strides should probably opt for something different. Allowing the wedgie to find it's way back home will also provide you with extra time to find a restroom or wide-trunked tree for a worry-free pick. 60% of the time, it works every time. Stats don't lie, folks. My vote goes to natural relief.

So with approximately 13 minutes left before reaching my next class, I started taking longer steps with high hopes that my wedgie would go away. But with a group of cute guys feet behind my rear, I couldn't bare to look completely ridiculous. Alas, my steps were just not big enough to release the wedgie. I was forced to suffer with my shame. I finished my trudge to class with my puffy bangs close to the ground, and my glass practically empty.

I am happy to say that I am no longer a victim of the super wedgie, though my discomfort will not soon be forgotten. I tried to cheer myself up today by watching the horrible performance of Britney Spears opening for the MTV Music Awards. Throughout the entire song, she stopped lip syncing multiple times, had distasteful dance moves, and looked confused and/or disinterested. This got me thinking. Maybe Ms. Spears wasn't stoned at all (like I had originally hypothesized). Maybe those tiny shorts had given her her own mondo-wedgie, and she was just weighing the best way to get rid of it... You should have gone with Option #1, Brit. I'm living proof that attempting Option #2 in heels is a bust.

Walkin' For Breast Cancer: Mammo-Grammies Style!

On Saturday the 11th, the Hansen ladies got together with Mom's coworkers to participate in Making Strides Against Breast Cancer. This was my third year walking, and as always, it was buckets of fun. Sure there was enough pink and Estrogen to make us all crave chocolate and potato chips for 2 days after, but it's always nice to gather together for a good cause.

Team Name: Mammo-Grammies

Team Goal: Stay warm while walking around Liberty Park.

Team Mission: Save the Ta-Ta's!

Team Motto: "Saving second base one step at a time." 

...okay so maybe we didn't officially have a mission or motto, but deep down I'm sure this is what we were all thinking...collectively...at the same time...we are related after all...

One a more serious note, I truly was so happy to participate in this event again. Many women close to me have experienced Breast Cancer, include my Grandma Blanche. Every bit of money we raise helps find a cure and help prevention. To those who have suffered in some way from Breast Cancer, my heart is with you. 

.::In Memory of Blanche Hansen::.

Happy Trees!

Last Sunday, Bob and I went up to his cabin to hang out by the fire, snack, and watch General Conference. I was in HEAVEN!!! As most of you know from my previous post, Fall is my favorite season. I could stare at leaves and trees all day long, and the drool seeping down my chin would flow at maximum levels.

I made Bob drive on the way up so I could do such a thing. Like a over-excited pup, I plastered my face against the window to take in as much beauty as I could. Bob was a good sport while I constantly distracted him by saying, "Ooh! Look at those guys!" And, "Seriously, that little grouping right there is the best!" He was even nice enough to wipe up the slobber I left on the glass after the drive.

In between sessions, we watched The Swan Princess. HOLY CRUMBS! I LOVE THIS MOVIE!!! I remember going to see it for, like, my 7th birthday or something, and then going through an entire notebook of paper as well as at least 2 containers of Crayola crayons drawing up what I still believe to be the best Odette ever! Man, I wish I knew where those artworks were now...

Anywho, it was a great day with the Bobo. Cilla love him long time! Here are some pics we took of the leaves, cabin, and us for your own personal "Ooohs" and "Ahhhs." Also, grab some plastic wrap to protect your keyboard if you have a gland problem like yours truly.

Even the river was sparkling with the new Fall leaves.

The mountain of many colors. You can even see the snow-capped peaks in this picture. Truly a sight to be-hold. [Said like the Asian guy on Better Off Dead]

A happy little patch of trees! Bob Ross would enjoy painting these guys.

The view from the porch. Pretty nice, eh?

I think this sight may have brought out some tears from the Cilla. It truly was that stunning.

Hehe... we had a gooood tiiime :)

Sneaky kiss! Aww...Bob's so cute when he's suprised!

Sakoda Is My Homeboy

So the Utah-Oregon State football game last night was amazing!!! I mean, I truly have not experienced so many emotions at one time during a football game since the Holy War of 2006 (and please don't make me relive that horrid final play ever again).

There were two minutes left in the fourth quarter. The Utes were down by 8, and OSU fans were already celebrating a victory. Just when I thought the Utes would lose their winning streak to the crazy Halloween-colored team, Brian Johnson put his best QB skills to work to tie the game with a touchdown and two-point conversion. U-T-A-H Fight, Fight, FIGHT! Our defense also decided to get their heads in the game by stopping Oregon's following run. Yay defense! Once Utah gained possession of the ball, Johnson made it possible for us to get within field goal range. "No overtime for us!" I kept screaming to the fans closest to me. As the seconds clicked by, my fellow Utes and I screamed for a timeout. Finally a timeout was called to allow Utah one final attempt at beating the Beavers. Onto the field walked a calm, confident King Louie (AKA Louie Sakoda). With the ease that only comes with masterful kickers, Sakoda delivered a flawless field goal sealing the final score at 32-28 Utah.

Today I was constantly reminded of the intensity of my screaming as I continued to answer the Museum's phone sounding like Roz from 'Monster's Inc.' Yeah, I'm sexy. Anywhosie, I am so happy I was able to attend such a fun and exhilarating game yesterday. I slept like a baby while 'Utah Man' played through my head and lulled me off to dreamland.

Way to go, Utah! Your fans are beyond proud of you and the miracle you produced last night.

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Cilla: Workin' It In Any Decade

Howdy Ya'll!

So I was bored the other day and found my way to yearbookyourself.com. Hehe...it sounds like an insult... go yearbook yourself! Anywho, you upload a picture of your face, and it attaches it to different yearbook pics. So let's see what Cilla would look like in different decades:

1950s: Priscilla always has a meal ready for her husband when he gets home from work and serves her casserole with a smile! Sure her heels give her blisters when she vacuums, but she understands that women should always look her best...even when doing housework.

1960s: Priscilla is spreading her wings and decides to go to work while still running the household. Is she overworked? Heck no! Is she syling those cat-eye glasses like every hard-working woman should? HECK YES!

1970s: Priscilla is deciding that it's time for her to go to the DISCO! Maybe she should change into her platforms. How do you like my feathered hair? Do I look like Farrah Fawcett?

1980s: Priscilla finally learns that girls just wanna have fun...by having HUGE HAIR! Oh boys, do you like my stirrup stretch pants?

1990s: Priscilla spends the majority of her time watching 90210 and purchasing miscellaneous denim pieces that she proceeds to spray with bleach. She's pretty much all that and a bag of chips.

Um, yeah, I'm pretty much 99.9% sure that I would be awesome in any decade. I mean, it would take a lot more than clothes and hair to make me not awesome. And, c'mon, you know I would ROCK in the 80s... Blondie and me. BFFs. BFFs.

Endless Summer Nights

So after I wrote my post about fall, I realized how much I love summer too! This summer was chalk-full of giggle fits, daredevil feats, and just a pinch of insanity. I am going to miss the warm nights, no school, staying up late, no school, and spending oodles of time with Bob. So please join me as I reminisce about this summer with my top 5 moments of Summer 2008!

#5 - Jessi's Wedding!
My good friend Jessica Evans got married to Ryan McAllister on August 7. Way to go, Jess! Vanessa, Marianne, and I went to welcome them out of the Temple. The 4 of us have been friends since Elementary! I am so happy we are all still friends and that we no longer have braces or side ponytails (even though I miss my side pony!). We all got a little teary when Jess and Ryan walked out as husband and wife. And I swear I could hear Cinderella in the background singing, "So this is love! Ohhoohooo! So this is love...!" It just makes me wonder who is next to go. Mari? V? ME?! We'll wait and see...

Marianne, Vanessa, Jessi, and Yours Truly. What a good lookin' bunch, no?

 These 2 are going to make beautiful babies!

#4 - Tanner!
My nephew, Tanner, turns 2 in a month and he has been so much fun in our family. He is talking up a storm and making all of us laugh. His favorite name is my sis-in-law "A-MY!" but my heart definitely melts every time he looks at me and says, "Hi P!" (Yes, my name is 'P.' Clearly 'Priscilla' requires a bit too much articulation for his little mouth). The Hansen’s love him dearly and I can't wait until more nieces and nephews enter my life! 

Cheesy Smiles at the Zoo

 

#3 - Summer Concerts
This Summer I went to 2 fantastic concerts: John Mayer and Richard Marx. Holly and I hit up Richard Marx just the two of us (and bought matching t-shirts while there) and Jordan, Amy, Holly and I saw John Mayer together (yes, Holly and I wore matching shirts yet again. That's how we roll). Both concerts were great and hold fun memories. [sigh].

 John Mayer. July 21st. Jordan made this awesome t-shirt that reads, "John, My Body is a Wonderland," but he chickened out right before the concert and took it off. Hopefully we can get him to wear it next time...

 Richard Marx. June 28. Holly and I made a spectacle of ourselves at the Sandy Ampitheatre complete with enthusiastic dancing and spontaneous "We Love You's!"

#2 - Weekend Getaways!
I was not able to go on an official vacation this Summer, but weekend getaways helped fill this gap. Isaiah (Bob's brother), and our friends John and Kim joined us in Park City for a weekend of MarioKart and laziness. Bob's dad, brothers (Chuck and Isaiah), sister-in-law (Anitha), and friends (John and Will) and I went cliff jumping at Island Lake. Seriously, folks, this was the most exhilarating thing I have ever done! Talk about a rush!

 John, Bob, and Isaiah decided to revert back to their primate roots in P.C.

#1 - Bob & Cilla
Not to get all cheesy on you, but Bob is seriously the best. We have a great time when we're together, and things are always chill and relaxed between us. Plus, we're nerdy, crazy, and spontaneous, so every day is a new adventure. Okay, the cheese ball has been put away. But in all honesty, he's a bucket of fun that I hope never runs empty.

 Late night hiking with water fights, fruit roll ups, and some good company :)

  Bob & Cilla: 33% Nerdy. 2% Dimples. 16% Goofy. 100% Awesome.

Cool and Awesome

TV is great. Sure it turns us all into Cheetos-eating couch slugs that will die from a plugged artery, but at least we had some good laughs, eh? Yeah...

Anywho, there are 2 particular television quotes of late that I have taken to heart. They are highly inspirational, and I greatly thank the writers who have changed my life for the better. Ahem. Quote #1:

The caption reads as follows:
"When I get sad, I stop being sad and be awesome instead. True story." ~Barney Stinson (How I Met Your Mother).

You know, I was kinda sad the other day sitting in my office at the UMNH. I was desperate for a bit of 'cool' or 'sah-weet' or even 'grrrrreat'. But, alas, no matter how many times I watched "Charlie Bit My Finger' on YouTube, I remained sad. If only I had known to just be AWESOME I could have avoided the tear stains on my deposits. Thank you, Barney, for your inspiration. I may never be sad again.

Ahem. Quote #2:

"Whenever I'm about to do something, I think, 'Would an idiot do that?' And if they would, I do not do that thing." ~Dwight Shrute (The Office)

Fact. For about a week I actually tried to think, "Would a cool person do this?" before I took action. Fact. This view is impossible to uphold because every time I would walk into Abercrombie and Fitch I suffocated from cologne inhalation. I now prefer to live according to Dwight's example. As long as an idiot would not do the thing I am thinking about doing, I step up to the plate and carry out whatever it is that I am planning to do. Are you with me? Good.

So here's how I view myself now:
C ool (Without A&F)
I diotic (In a non way)
L aughter (She has lots)
L aughter (I told you she has lots)
A wesome (Instead of sad)

Thank you Prime Time TV. You have helped make me both awesome and cool. By that, I mean you have made me MORE cool and awesome. Yup. Cool and awesome.

Whoa! Listen to the Music!

So I just added a new item to the blog that I am quite excited about: Music!!! At the bottom of the page you can find my current playlist. They are a random assortment of songs that I am obsessed with. Also, I love hits, but I also like finding songs that don't get radio raped. So if you don't recognize something, give it a minute, you just may like it.

Oh, and don't look too into the music that is played. It's not like they are songs of my soul...

...or are they?

Muahaha! Are you intrigued? I'm so mysterious! Rock on, readers, rock on.

Rock the U 2008: 26.2 Hour Dance Marathon of Awesomeness!

"In a World..."

I recently found out that Don LaFontaine passed away after complications with a long-term illness. My first response to this news was, "Who in the world is Don LaFontaine?" My dad looked at me and said the following in a deep, baritone voice:

"In a world where only the strong survive..."

Oh no. I suddenly realized who Don LaFontaine is. He's the "movie trailer voice over guy." His voice could give oomph to any drab-looking movie, bring added suspense to the already action-packed flick. This man truly had a voice of gold. And now it can only be heard among the angels.

In his life, Don did voice overs for around 5,000 movies! He was driven from gig to gig doing an average of 10 trailers a day. Talk about a career! I know I always expect to hear is voice at the beginning of any motion picture. I guess my expectations will have to see a change now. While there are many more individuals who have the deep, moving voice needed for trailers, Don is the best-known of them all. They will have some big shoes to fill.

In a world where Don LaFontaine no longer walks among us, we can only reminisce about the great contribution to Hollywood that he has made. We will never look at a movie trailer the same ever again. So here's to you, Don! May your voice always be remembered, cherished, and loved.

Ba De Ya, Say Do You Remember? Ba De Ya, Dancing in September!

Today on campus the sun was shining, the sky was blue, and a soft breeze tousled my newly darkened hair. Jeans and a long sleeved t-shirt were all I needed to be comfortable. What a perfect day! September is one of my favorite months of the year. Actually, the entire Fall season wins my vote for 'most awesome' and 'totally tubular' months of the year. I'm not sure if it was subliminal messaging from Earth, Wind & Fire that has made me fall in love with September, but it could be these other reasons as well...

The Colors! Fall is most definitely the most beautiful time of the year. Sage, copper, red, orange, yellow, brown... how can anyone gander at Mount Olympus and not gasp at the flameless fire that sweeps across the surface? I feel like for the few months that the leaves are changing I am living in an acrylic painting. With the way my mouth is locked in a smile during the season, I'm sure I've entered a Bob Ross painting... happy trees!

The Clothes! So let's all face the truth: Priscilla has very little fashion sense. My only accessories consist of a beat up Fossil watch, little silver earrings, and the occasional dainty ring. My favorite outfit includes jeans, a simple t-shirt, and Mary Jane's or colorful tennies. I also own like a bajillion hoodies and jackets, so I love any opportunity to wear them. What a better season to sport my favorite look than Fall? There is only one time of the year where I actually look like I have not committed a fashion faux pas. Sweet sauce! Thank you fall!

The Smell! Okay, so I may be totally off my rocker on this one, but I swear Fall has a specific smell. It's a sweet combination of fallen leaves, fresh rain, ripe veggies from the garden, and spices. It's the smell of change. I always welcome it with a long, drawn-out whiff followed by a peaceful, exhaled sigh. Ahhh, I smell...I smell...Obama?

Finally, the one thing that makes me giddier than the rest. Drumroll please...

The Crunchy Leaves!

Oh baby, do I love crunchy leaves. They satisfy all the senses. Except taste. I doubt they taste very good...blech! Anywho, I love walking on campus and hearing the choir of crunching emanating from all directions. Talk about the ultimate surround sound! And yes, I will go slightly out of my way to step on that crunchy-looking leaf.

So there you have it. My official ode to the Fall season. Keep a look out for crazy Cill as her plaid tennis shoes zigzag across the sidewalks attacking every leaf she sees. Also, if you get in her way, she cannot guarantee to avoid crunching you too. Nothing can stop her when Fall is here... except Chuck Norris. Chuck conquers all. I hear that when life gives Chuck Norris lemons he makes grape juice. Better watch out for him, too. [Shudder].

One World One Dream

So I know I haven't posted in 2 weeks (my goal has been to put something up every week), but I have had good reason for not writing:

THE OLYMPICS!!!

I am seriously addicted to the Olys. Every time they roll around I know I am going to be sucked to the TV as I try to watch every event that I can. Sadly, as I stay up later and later to watch, the less and less sleep I get. I never want to take a nap because I can catch up on other events that I might have missed instead. I have an illness. Dang you Beijing!!!

Anywhosie, let's just observe some of my favorite highlights:

Men's Swimming:
Do I really need to say much of anything besides men's 400-meter relay race? Oh my gosh! I haven't cheered that loud since the last U-BYU Football game! Those French really thought they would smash us? Think again! Mua ha ha!! Would anyone care for some Freedom Fries?

Synchronized Diving:
Whoa! How did I miss this in years past? This could very well be my new favorite Oly sport. I love it all. The Speedos. The Flexibility (that I wish I had). The Grace. The Speedos. The Talent. Seriously, I can barely dive as is, but to watch these folks in unison while flipping around in the air is like watching a dance. And I like dance!

I've also been reading Breaking Dawn like crazy this week and am having an even harder time fitting everything in. I may have to skip showering until the Olympics have wrapped up. Stick Schmink, I must cheer on my team USA regardless of how I smell. Now that's dedication! And just in case you were wondering, the US leads in the medal count at 22. China and Korea follow with 20 and 12, respectively.

So my current website of choice is, (no shock here), the official site of the Beijing Olympics. You should up your fan-ness and check it out: http://en.beijing2008.cn/
Well I'm off to sit in front of the couch with my little flag, bowl of Cheetos, and bag of lozenges as I prepare to scream, "Swim, Phelps, SWIM!!!"