Aw, what a sweet looking bab- AAAAAUUUUGGHHH, MY EYES, MY EYES!!

Now, I’m a fan of babies as mush as any other person. They’re cute, sweet, and fun!
 I’m also a fan of baby showers- they’re fun to attend, and it’s fun helping the new mommy-to-be by giving her gifts and such.
There’s also tons of cute baby shower cakes that are just too cute! But there comes a time when you must draw the line, for example, when you decide to make A BABY OUT OF CAKE. THAT IS CREEPY, AND WRONG.  AND WRONG.
Because, yeah, it’s pretty wrong. Add that to making a creepy video of you constructing the cake? Ugh. S-c-a-r-y. Not to mention the scary soundtrack. Enjoy!

The part where she makes the arms is the creepiest. It gives me the willies.
Sleep well tonight, my darling readers!
Heh heh heh.


The play!

Tonight, Geneal and I were privelaged enough to be able to volunteer at AYT’s current play, Cinderella. I got to take tickets, and Geneal and a friend helped usher people.
Now, as we all know, I am a hopeless romantic, and whenever I go ANYWHERE, I always hope to be able to see an attractive male that I happen to know. The attractive male I was thinking about this time was, of course, Cody. I was silently hoping that tonight would be the night he decided to come, and that he’d notice me- even for the tiniest fleeting moment.
Well, apparently the universe was in my favor because

CODY WAS THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ahem. Please excuse that outburst, but you see, nothing like that EVER happens to me. Cute guys NEVER show up when they SHOULD, which is endlessly irritating, in all honesty. But this time, he did! And as soon as he walked in the door, he saw me and MADE A BEELINE FOR… WAIT FOR IT….
Did I mention how that has never in a million years happened?? He ignored everyone else and made straight. For. ME. We chatted it up, and I thought he would go away as soon as I started taking tickets, but no! He waited patiently the whole time! And when he went to go say hi to Kristen, and his mom went up to hand me her tickets, she was talking to one of her other sons, and said:
“Yeah, he didn’t even say hi to her! He just went straight for her!” and she gestured to me, and smiled.
I totally felt like a princess. It just made me feel so special, and I spend enough time hating myself that me genuinely feeling special is something really rather rare. 
Gosh, he is cute. 
Which brings up another thing: cute guys just don’t talk to me. It doesn’t happen. I think I’m a permanent wallflower, which sucks big time. But HE pays attention to ME. I don’t think he realizes how truly wonderful that is. 
And even though I know nothing will ever come out of this confusing, almost-relationship, it still means the world to me that he chose to hang out with ME during Scarlet Pimpernel, and not Madison or Kennedy, who were easily the hottest girls in the cast. Which stinks that I have to admit it, but if you saw the show (or were actually IN the show,) you know EXACTLY what I’m talking about. So having a guy like him even bother to look twice at a girl like me, it’s pretty dang huge. 
And he is so, so cute!
I wish we could date.
(p.s., the play was absolutely, completely, 100% FANTASTIC. It was so well done I’m still riding a high from it. And, you know, seeing Cody and all that.)

Just geeking out over here.

Hello, this is Haeley’s alter ego, Addi Song. I am so named because I am ADDIcted to music and SONGs. Clever, eh? Anyway, I am here to geek out about something so musically awesome, it is guaranteed to blow your socks off. As Haeley was perusing Ingrid Michaelson’s online store, she found something called a Playbutton. This intrigued her so much that she invited me over to investigate. We found out that the Playbuttton is just that: It’s a wearable button (like campaign buttons or the many buttons Haeley has adorning her book bag), only the fun doesn’t stop there: IT’S ACTUALLY AN MP3 PLAYER. HOW COOL IS THAT?! It’s like an iPod shuffle, only stylish and freaking cool. It comes preloaded with the songs, so all you ever need to do is rock out to it, and charge it occasionally. Here’s Ingrid’s:
Ingrid Michaelson - Human Again + Laurel Canyon EP Play Button
It looks like a normal button, right?! ISN’T THAT SPECTACULAR?!?!?!?!! I am SO making Haeley save up to buy one. (It’s only 19.99!! [plus shipping and handling and tax, it would probably be closer to 25 or something, but that’s beside the point. It’s cheap! And cool!]) And don’t worry about Penelope, Haeley’s beloved iPod. She won’t fall by the wayside, I promise you. This is just an awesome way to WEAR your MUSIC. I am still totally geeking out. It’s just so very geek-outable. For more geeky info on this amazing freak of music nature, click here.
So awesome, right??
This is Addi song, signing off!

Hey! It’s me, Haeley. Sorry about Addi. She gets a little excited sometimes. Thanks for being patient with her! She’s a bit of a newbie blogger. Ta ta!


One Direction delivers laughs.

Now, normally I do not like 1D, but lately I’ve been accepting them, and, yeah, fine. I have What Makes You Beautiful on my iPod. Shut up. (and yes, I think Harry Styles is cute STOP MOCKING ME.) <– That is besides the point, however. Here is hilarious video of them being pranked!

So funny, right?? They’re so cute! 
Ahem. Don’t know where THAT outbursts came from. Certainly not me. Psh. Come on, guys. I would never say THAT. 

Aw, crap.

We all have those days, don’t we? Where it’s just an overall crappy day, and nothing seems to go right, and you hear a constant woe is me! ringing through your mind on repeat, making it into a demented sort of rhythm. Of course, after said crappy day is finished being crappy, you must blog about it immediately.
Well, this post is a bit different.
I can’t say this day has been crappy at all, because I was able to get some shopping done, have an adventure with Ryan on the way to Fresh & Easy in the form of a HUGE HABOOB and MAJOR RAIN, take a walk in the rain with Savannah and Lincoln, and I finally got my free book from the library. So, in actuality, it was a really very GOOD day. But all good things must come to an end. What goes up, must come down. What goes in, must come out. (Remember that last one- I am, how you say, foreshadowing.) After making a particularly spicy batch of jalapeno poppers, Geneal beckoned me into our bedroom to discuss some ideas for a wedding photo shoot we’re planning soon. Don’t worry, Geneal ins’t engaged- we’re just doing a fake bridal shoot for the fun of it. (Wanna join? That would be totally wicked! Text me. We’ll plan it. And maybe get Jamba Juice afterwards.)
Anyway, we were in our bedroom, and I was just about to sit on our window seat, when squish! My foot made contact with something wet and squishy. I lifted my foot, and, to my horror, there was something brown ALL OVER MY HEEL. I could hear the theme from “Psycho” begin playing somewhere in the background as I looked to my floor, and beheld a big, slimy pile of excrement all over the floor. Geneal immediately started crying and apologizing, explaining how she simply couldn’t make it out of the bedroom in time…. I’m just kidding. Gotcha! Geneal wouldn’t doo (HA!) that.
I immediately knew the culprit.
GOTCHA AGAIN! Seriously, folks, you have got to be less gullible! My sisters are WAY too smart to doo (Ha HA!) something as hideously repulsive as go poo-poo on my carpet.
In reality, my adorable, furry, hyper little ball of mutt, Chickie, had painstakingly created that little meadow muffin and presented it right there for the world (or just my foot) to see. So after the required looks of shock and disgust, I made my stinky way to the bathroom to wash off the offending dung still clinging to my foot. While washing myself off (I had JUST gotten out of the shower twenty minutes ago), my beautiful, kind, and iron-stomached mother came into my room and graciously cleaned it right up. So, in the end, my room ended as poo-free as the day we moved in, but memories never die. The Ghost of Poopies Past will still linger in my room forevermore, reminding me of the scarring experience.
So, in light of the fact that it’s really not fair to swear revenge to a mere puppy, (I’m not like Captain Ahab, I promise. This is real life, and not a boring novel about a crazy man trying to gain revenge on an animal. [Because seriously dude? Let it go. Take some yoga or something and just chill out.]) I will simply write my dear dog a little letter:

My dearest, furriest Chickie-Pie,
I would like to thank you for the, er, unique gift you so kindly gave to me this evening. I can tell you meant it with every fiber in your being- or, should I say, your bowel. I know you put a lot of effort into it, and it was simply radiant with the warmth of your soul. A gift like this is something not many people get to receive from the comfort of their own bedroom, so thank you for being so thoughtful. It really made the experience more personal. However, my cute canine, this is a gift best received only once, so I must insist that you keep your sentiments to yourself from here on out.
Again, thank you for the experience.
So there is the long-winded version of my evening. I think a cleverly worded post is much better than:
:My dog took a dump in my room and I found it with my foot.” 
See? It tells the story, but doesn’t give the details. So, you’re welcome.

Girl’s Camp videos

So the past two years I’ve gone to Girl’s Camp in this stake, they’ve gotten the boys in my stake to do a music video for us gals. It’s silly, but I love them, because they make me feel special, even though they don’t know who I am, and they wouldn’t give me a second glance, they manage to make me feel important and beautiful. Here are the videos:
Last year:

This year:

We have some seriously cute boys here. Thank you for making us feel special!


Julia, here are sixteen things I loooove about youuuu!

Sorry I didn’t post earlier, I was partying it up in the dirt- er, Girl’s Camp. But here are sixteen things I love about you.

  1. You have a fabulous sense of style
  2. Your perm is SO CUTE
  3. You have always, ALWAYS been there for me when I need it most
  4. You have a sparkling sense of humor and have the cutest laugh!
  5. You are very in-tune spiritually
  6. You have a voice that is crystal clear and right-on pitch, and singing with you is so fun!
  7. You are creative and never boring
  8. You are easy to talk to
  9. You are a fabulous actress- very believable and you can be trusted to stay on top of things
  10. You like Jamba Juice! ♥
  11. You are so awesome with little kids
  12. You aren’t afraid to be weird
  13. You are honest
  14. We have so much in common
  15. You have been so strong through all life’s trials
  16. YOU’RE SIXTEEN, WOMAN!!!!!!!!!!!
Love ya!