jamie you sing! doo doo doo duh doo doo doo hhahahaha

ok so i have been trying to get onto my blog for like twenty minutes now, trying every email i have, which is two, and password, which is one, and it was switching it all around making me another jamie casey blog. i dont want two, one will do. what in the world, drrraammma. but i am hear now and it is good to be here. how is everyone?? i have not blogged since the seventh?! and today the month is over..time is FLYING!

ok so like a month ago shalynnER ( hahahahaha) tagged me or whatev it is called and i need to list six random facts about myself so... echm... here i go

1. most people already know this, but it is so strange none the less, i can not do the number three on my left hand. dont know why, birth defect, i have never been able to and totally totally thought it was the norm till about... oh fifth grade. my fifth grade teacher, mr. malmrose, made you put your hand in the air with the number 3 on your fingers if you had to go to the bathroom. this way he would not have to stop his lesson and ask what you wanted he would just see the 3 and nod. genius really. ok not so much for casey. i would hold up this retard of a hand and never get the nod. thanks a million mr.m for making me look like a fool and never getting to empty my bladder which leads me right into my next fact

numba 2. my bladder is so so small. i feel like this is gross talking about my inside body parts. it should not be weird. we all have them and YOU would be the weird one if you didnt. right?? but i still feel weird so we will keep it short. my bladder is SO small. no biggie for me to pee OVER 20 times a day. annoying? INCREDIBLY!

twa(took french for five years and can not remember how to spell 3, that is a random fact in itself) number 3 i dont like bottom lash mascara. well i should be more clear i do not like it on myself, i feel like a spider and uggs. some people look great i just feel..?? creepy. i dont want everyone to stop wearing it on their bottom lashes now though, because i know my opinion on the where abouts of your mascara IS the most important one you get... no no no keep wearing i will just choose to not.

4. i think my family has bad luck, well not bad lucky we are so so so so extremely blessed. so i wouldn't say bad luck but, things always go wrong for my family. no lie. things break, not because of us, usually, things just break, we got guitar hero for Christmas, put it in, wouldn't work. our neighbors got it. it still works. we are on our THIRD unsuccessful CD and 2nd play-station. it just doesn't work. we also LOVE to pay full price for everything. my mom will go to the store and buy something expensive and then the next day or week someone gets it from the same place for WAY cheaper. i can not think of any good examples but things just break and what not. zippers, buttons, cds, CARS, scooters, all of it.. we just....love paying full price and then busting it. its our thing i guess?? we also are alwasy second best. i feel like we are always being one up-ed. we are not the most competitive people in the world but that gets annoying let me tell you. its weird it is like bad karma or something.. strange. uprades is another big one. i will buy the new high tech fancy duty woohoo and then no less than a month later the NEW-ER improved high tech fancy woohoo comes out. without fail. whatev.. im over it.

5. i am an abnormally loud chewer. i get it from mr.guy madsen. ever since i was little i always thought that my dad chewed so loud and i would think "gosh dad hungry?" but i am the same way!! down at college i would always go sit it taryn's room and talk to her with a little bag of carrots or something. i would only stay for a few minutes before i was harassed and kicked out. apparently the chewing was too loud and interrupted her blog stalking. she'd rather be a freak and know every small detail of you fellow bloggers lives than put up with the carrot chomping and build a stronger relationship between the two of us. taryn... PRIORITIES!!

6. this is probably not that random i think a lot of people do this but i count every step i take when i am just walking somewhere alone. i do it without thinking. all of the sudden i am just counting on number 27 or something and just continue, i dont know if i started from number one but i just catch on where ever i am and start counting. im also obsessed with time. i love writng down every second of everyday and to do list and things i want to accomplish how many pages of the book i want to read my exact calorie intake. this can be a healthy habit but i need to stop i stress myself out too much and get so angry at myself if i do not get to cross off everything on my list. kinda freaky

ok there are some random facts. thinking of those was a lot harder than i thought but it is done and i can cross it off my list ha. i will try to get jamie to post six things about her because i feel like her family would like to hear from her rather than me.

BUT, before i go i want to give a shout out to my parents. both of their birthdays were this month and i want them to know how much i love them. i never compliment them enough on things that really count. i always tell my mom the dumbest things about her that impress me. like parking she is so so good at parking our huge denali perfectly in tiny little spots. like at costco where all the car are like two inches apart. she gets in their straight up. incredible. or shuffling cards, she does that bridge thing and i never dont awe. i will never be able to do that. i blame in on my retard hand birth defect. or her hand writing. she could hand write wedding invitations. i never tell her that i think she is so beautiful and that i want to be just like her when i grow up. i think she has raised us kids with such a perfect balance. we set high goals for ourselves and try hard in all that we do and that is because of her. all that i am i owe to my mother. and to my dad, he is the jolliest dad out there. i love making my dad laugh more than anything. when my mom laughs at me it is no big thing because she laughs ALL the time but my dad when he laughs i feel like freakin jerry seinfield. i think i am so funny. he is the most tender man and has the strongest testimony. because of him i know without a doubt the church is true and what love for the gospel and for family really is. i love my parents.

p.s. jamie and i joined out choir at church. HEAVEN HELP US!!

"nigger"itis.... happens

what in the world? i am coming down with what? nigger-itis?? hmm.. strange. for all of you who are terribly worried about my health at this point or where i stand on racism, nigger-itis is what you get after you eat a large meal and then start to feel tired. haha that one threw me for a loop when after lunch one day my black friend Elisia told me i had niger-itis. in my head all i could think was... dont laugh... or should i? what in the world is nigger-itis and what response is she looking for?! she read my face perfectly, saw the stress and explained...ha... it happens.

ok so to do a quick catch up on some events that have been pretty solid in our life i posted a few pictures. eat them up i hope you love!

after work one day we headed to this rockin beach. amazing. we just read and totally chilled, it was a perfect way to end a perfect day on a perfect island in our perfect lives. 
this is what we look like now. a little sun kissed and super super SEXY!
this is ROYLEE ROLSTON ahh he is SO SO cool. he is this new member in the branch and he has the strongest testimony. i can not even explain in an entire blog how amazing he is. i would just break out into song about how much i love him and how incredible he is so... to spare you the howling..i will just say he is amazing and so fun and did WONDERS to our scooter! the two goofy looking kids are the elders. elder Snyder and elder Robertson. what a pair. 
there is this new investigator with the missionaries. he is from Honduras and his girlfriend is from arizona. she wanted to come down here to help him find his way into the church and so the missionaries asked us if she could crash with us for a few days. we are super nice and super good hostesses so of course we said yes and she is here with us now. last night we had the first discussion with the missionaries and boy the CHURCH IS TRUE!! it was amazing and so touching to see someone understand so much and... wow.. here comes the songs... it was great. we'll leave it at that. BUT the coolest thing about this new investigator, besides the fact that Christ is now in his life and he is learning how to pray yadda yadda yadda haha just kidding, he is the captain of one of the boats that goes out to sting ray city and now we have FREE hook ups WHENEVER we want. YATZEE!!! look at the blessings be freaking instantaneous! the above picture is a picture of him, Barren, riding a sting ray. 
and finally, i can not believe i am putting up this Chinese version looking picture of myself, but these starfish were MONDO! and they would suck your hand. ha i just looked at the picture again. my face is so goofy. call me Ching Yao. haha ok that is all for this post sorry it is not even funny. whatev

until next time

Ching Yao-the Chinese man

lessons learned

ok ok seriously where do i begin? lets start from the top ok? ok! Today at work Avi Nash told us that the new store called Diamonds international was opening and they were having this grand opening party with free finger food. now you all know how i feel about free food (refer to post beneath this one) so we were there right on time. 4 o clock on the dot... nothing. there was no free food no party just trucks setting up.. drat... oh well we will come by later we thought. so we go home watch a healthy amount of our new obsession "LOST" marry me jack please please please then decide to head back on foot. it is not a far walk but that point is relevant in a minute.

 we get there and there still is the same stupid truck, cops, and a dj table but NO food. ya ya ya there is millions of dollars worth of diamonds we could go look at.. BORING! we want the food. we are starving at this point and did we bring our wallets, nope... we were really putting all our marbles on the free finger food. so we walk ALL THE WAY back home. on the way home we both have this inner debate.. should we go to institute? we should we have nothing to do.. i am so hungry my stomach is eating itself... talk about good angel on one shoulder and devil on the other... so in trying situations like this what do you do? bargain. perfect. we said that we would call sarah and if she can give us a ride we would go. we call sarah.. nothing.. call again.. nothing. ok.. LETS EAT! 

we take our scooter this time and were planning to park in the parking lot we always park in but it was closed due to the "diamonds international grand opening totally LAME party" so we drive a little further traffic traffic traffic.. we start going down a one way road in the wrong direction AHHH!! before death caught us we skid into cayman cameras parking lot, caught our breath and heading to margaritaville. we get there.. closed. what is the freaking deal? we start walking back to diamonds international for the THIRD time. there has GOT to be free food by now... nothing...swear words... we finally give up on the free finger food and decide to go to this local coffee house and get a stupid muffin or something. just then we get a text BEEP BEEP bEEp its shalynna, she says sarah is out of town and the elders will be teaching institute.. the debate starts again and poof the good angel and bad devil are back. we should go.. ya we should.. ah we will be late... well we will be blessed.. ok lets grab something real fast and go over. ok. we now have a plan. 

right next to the coffee house there is this little party going on with loud music. we are drawn to the music, round the corner and guess what we see. FREE FINGER FOOD!!! hahaha we must have had the wrong party or something or Heavenly Father is blessing us with free finger food for making the correct choice to attend institute. one of the two.... it is this art gallery show. they just got all these new art pieces from various art programs that are held in local prisons and juvenile camps... ok so.. the food is there no one is eating it they are all looking at art. jamie and i did not want to be rude so we said we would go inside look at the art real fast, grab some grub and head to institute. we get inside and the art projects are FOR SHIZZ SUPA FLY! seriously so cool. i decide to buy one on a whim.. does the girl go to a juvenile school for bad decisions? ya you bet, but i support her in trying to get better and give her $50 for this wicked cool piece of art. i'd take a picture but it has to stay there for a few weeks, anywho... we now dont feel so awkward for getting the food because we are indeed buyers and TOTAL supporters of this little show. 

we grab some food. there was chicken, meatballs, crackers, and fruit. YUM! they did not have big plates because it was "finger food" they just had little plates to catch the crumbs. Jamie and i loaded up... that plate will never hold that much food again. to escape the embarrassment for our oversized towering plates of food we go around the building and sit on the stairs and gobble down our food. when finished we look at the time... it is way to late to go to institute (our slow browsing of the art pieces was unintentional to pass time..i swear). we would show up a half hour late which is rude so we bagged that idea and went to see if they set up a desert table. 

they had not, but there was more food... so.... yes you guessed right! we got more. there were only two tiny plates left. we were so lucky! we load up our plates again as quietly as we can because some lady is giving a speech about the prisoners blah blah blah grab me some crackers! this little girl walks up approx. age seven, but that is just a guess, she says "there is no more plates....?" quivering lips and puppy dog eyed and all. it was so that moment from Aladin when he steels the bread and sees the two hungry children digging trough the garbage and gives them his loaf. who really takes life lessons from Disney movies though? so we did not give her our plate. she walks away and then the bottom of my plate breaks and sauce starts dripping EVERYWHERE! knock knock who is it? Karma? IM A BELIEVER! we grab some napkins and jet back to the stairs. gobble gobble gobble yum yum yum unbutton the pants.. and then we go back for desert. there is none. we expect way to much from these stupid parties. we did indeed see a HUGE cooler full of juice boxes. kinda weird? you can think that but i loved it. we grabbed some, one for now one for the road, stuffed our pockets with crackers,we're american. portion control....what?? then we leave. finally. as we are walking back to the scooter we pass the now thriving diamonds international party. there are super tall and slender women in beautiful dresses sipping wine and laughing elegantly at dumb smart jokes that are probably not even really funny, wearing diamonds, naturally.. haha jamie and i walk by juice box in hand sip sip sip and cheddar crackers crunch crunch crunch while they look at us with disgust almost. lifestyles of the rich and the famous..sheesh... it was a very Lehi's dream great and spacious building moment. 

and that raps up the night. life lessoned learned? go to institute and always support art shows put on by prisoners.

cheers