Sunday, August 31, 2008

Cowboys vs. Hicks

Cowboys: Get up at 3 am to feed their cows and give them all baths and move a couple tons of hay around before driving 30 minutes to school in their truck that they saved up and paid for on their 16th birthday. They are normally very good students, know what it is to work hard, and work hard in every aspect of their life. They can dress up nice and normal when they want to, and apply for every scholarship known to mankind. They're very involved in FFA, but I won't hold that against them.

Hicks: Have been drinking since they were about 10. Normally alchoholic parents. They live in trailers in the country, wear Wranglers that are way too tight all the time, and skip most of school to drink the cheapest beer they can find (provided by the friendly neighborhood drunk adult who doesn't care). They drive the beaterest of beater cars, which normally come from the pile of dead, abandoned and rusted cars lying around their house. They also chew tobacco and spit it in the corners of the hallways at school.

Nice Diggs, innit?!

Something completely unique to Wyoming happened to me. The credit union I worked for got a new (badly needed) main office building in Lander. I only worked there for 2 days, but in those 2 days, at least 1 in 3 people walked in and said "Nice Diggs!". What the crap does that mean??!!?!?! I had never ever heard that saying?! What does it mean?! Is it some inbred saying from my hometown, or does it have some cool meaning? I'm guessing it's just some hick Wyoming saying. I couldn't believe the variety of people that said it though. Old ladies with too much jewelry, Natives, soccer moms, even the Sheriff!! I was wondering if you all had any insight into this saying, or any other sayings that you never want to hear ever again.

Saturday, August 30, 2008

Matt's amazing trip of joyness/B was really lonely

At the very beginning of August, Matt was hired to go on tour with and film a documentary of the band Elizabethan Report, of Provo UT, who are also my blog buddies.






He got to see Chicago, New York, Pennsylvania, and got to drive through Ohio (his mission). They got to play at the New American Music Union festival in Pittsburgh PA, and made a lot of great contacts and friends. He got to see Bob Dylan (who I think is one of the 2 most attractive male celebrities of all time) and all I got was a really cool, slightly purplish t-shirt. It was a really awesome opportunity, which we hope leads to more business in the future. He also had a TON of fun while he was with them.








However, he was gone for 2 weeks, was in the car for 70+ hours (which makes me nauseous just thinking about it), had to drive through Iowa and Nebraska, and has come back with a subconscious paranoia that I am going to leave him for the drummer from the Roots (a well known band that played there). He has had 2 nightmares about that since he got back. Plus, being apart for 2 weeks was really really hard for both of us, having only been married for 10 months. Needless to say, getting back together with him was the best thing that has happened all year. During that time, I spent a lot of time at work, at lot of time with the Phisters, a lot of time with our friends Vicki and Josh, 4.5 awesome days with Emily, Rob and Scout, and there were many more people who offered to feed me and entertain me and keep me from dying of loneliness. Now we're back together and Matt made some awesome friends, found some new fantastic music that we can't stop listening to, and has a crush on the drummer of Elizabethan Report, Tom

Some old blog ideas

I recently found a list of topics that Matt and I came up with that I should blog about. Every day he's like "You should blog about that!" but he doesn't want to actually do it.


1: Matt is a penguin. We started watching "March of the Penguins". We have this joke that I am his Sugar Mama, and am going to work for the rest of my life while he raises our kids. We related it to the mother penguin getting up and going off to get food for herself and their baby, while the dads stay and keep the eggs warm. Matt also has a really cute penguin walk. Very Dick Van Dyke-ish. I also discovered that there is a leopard seal part in every penguin movie I can think of, which I hate. You can't just have a happy penguin movie from start to finish, can you movie people?! You have to throw in the stupid leopard seal!!

2: My awesome co-workers/cars. My first day working in Riverton, I was working in the loan department with Debbie, who is the awesomest person in the world. I'd only known her for a couple hours, but we really hit it off. Anyways, it was lunch time and I was waiting for Matt to come get me, and she was like "Well just take my car!" I'd only known her for a couple of hours, but she was like "Go ahead, I don't mind!" It was so sweet and cute! Mikey, my boss, did the same thing. They are the 2 funnest people to work with/for. I have since then driven Mikey's yellow jeep, and it was really fun.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

NSO...

NSO stands for New Student Orientation. Also referred to as Freshman Seminar. I think that it is a great class if you are just starting at college. It teaches you where everything is, and lets you get to know everyone in your class, and teaches you how college is different from high school. However, when I got to college, I just dove straight in, in the middle of winter, and winged (wung?) it. Now, 4 semesters and 66 credit hours later, with a 3.65 GPA they are making me take this stupid !@#@W#$#$%$%^$%^^& class to graduate. I am not a freshman, or a New Student. I am very pissed off at the establishment. Granted, it's only 6 hours a day for 3 days, but I could be making money to pay bills in that time, not sitting around with obnoxious 18 year olds with their reproductive organs between their ears. Grr, stupid establishment. Also, I won't be graduating on time because during my first semester, one of my hardest classes didn't count for anything. A 4 credit Psych class (which I got an A in) doesn't count towards dip for my degree. Freak. That, a dual credit French class counting towards nothing and getting married in the middle of a semester mean that I have to take an extra semester of classes. Welcome back to school!