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Today, I had a total out-of-body experience.

"My mind was telling me no, but my body was telling me yes."
--R. Kelly

Does this ever happen to anyone else? Cassidy?

yellow mustard

I thought I'd let you in on some of the good quotes that have come from recent GChat sessions. Sometimes I don't realize how, um, unintelligible <--- (is that even a word?) my daily conversation is. But whatever. Here it is:

Jaime: "Yellow mustard is totally underrated"
Cassidy: "Amen"

Cassidy: "Give me that filet o' fish. Give me that fish."
Jaime: "Ew. What? Don't."

In reference to her unborn baby girl:
Cassidy: "I will even name her after you."
Jaime: "Okay"
Cassidy: "Like middle name or something"

In reference to PetVille (FB app):
Cassidy: "I am creating a pet right now."
Katie Dahl: "Good. Be my neighbor."
Jaime: "Stop it"

Cassidy: "Do you want to hear something great?"
Jaime: "Nah"
Cassidy: "Screw you"

AND NOW FOR MY FAVORITE QUOTE OF ALL TIME: (drumroll, yo)

Cassidy: "I just figured out how to track where an email originated from the IP address.. I am going to figure out where those emails came from"

team harry potter - champions and scholars.

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire? I DON'T THINK SO!! Try, Harry Potter and the Golden Globes of Dodgeball! I don't mean to boast (and really, I can't, because I didn't even touch a dodgeball the entire night-- cheering is apparantly my thing), but our team dominated at the ward dodge ball tournament a few weeks ago.

It all started Friday night with a team dinner at BJ's pizza where we talked strategy and bonded over a delicious carbo-loading feast. We went to our team captain, Meredith "Luna Lovegood" Conroy's house and made Gryffindor crests and pipe-cleaner glasses for our costumes. "Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban" was the background noise and we had a great night! (Please note my unbelievably posh 'Gryffindor' themed fingernails. I am such an artist.)



Saturday night, we all hopped on our brooms and headed over to the church to begin this night of sportsmanship. There were some fierce competitors with some great costumes; I just knew it in my heart that our team looked too good not to win. Seriously though. We looked REALLY good.



After many rounds of intense catch-throw-deflect-dodge-athleticism, Team Harry Potter was deemed CHAMPION.

Wizards: 1
Muggles: 0

go disney...

(Sorry that some of the pictures are teensy-tiny. Just squint or somesing.)



I feel like I do a fairly good job at expressing my love for Disneyland on a regular basis, but I don't want Mickey to think I'm an ingrate, so I'll express it again...



If I'm ever having a less-than-optimal day, all I need is a little bit of Space Mountain and a visit to the Hollywood Tower of Terror and I am set! (It helps that Madyson and I always have the BEST ghetto jam sessions on the drive to Anaheim...)



Speaking of Madyson: I love her. I spend 40+ hours a week with this lovely lady and she is LEGIT. Here's a picture of her on crack. HAHAHA!!! Just kidding. I chose this pic because I feel like it accurately displays her shared enthusiasm for D-Land.



Please notice Chelsea's face, on the left. That is pure terror, yo.



P.S. I'm watching a show on HGTV right now and the boyfriend is about 5'6" and the girlfriend is probably 5'11". I'm not exaggerating. And they have a mean looking little puppy. A bit of a mismatch. I don't know what to think right now.

leaky faucet...

I'm going to ask for handkerchiefs for my next birthday. Seriously, what is going on here? I have been tearing up over everything lately!! I have to apologize to Jen and Jimmy. Haha-- while we were skyping yesterday I had tears running down my face probably 60% of the time. Ha! And the thing is, I'm not sad. Not one little bit. Maybe lately I just feel extra... touched... haha-- whatever it is, make it stop!

I have found so much happiness in so many little things. I get all emotional when I drive to work because I like how pretty the trees are in the road median. I'm grateful to the state of California for going into further debt to maintain the flower beds in the middle of the streets. They are amazing.

Fast and Testimony meeting yesterday was a joke. I wept the entire time.

I had a conversation with a friend the other day who said, "How do you like your house? How are your roommates?" and how embarrassing-- I just cried and told him how much I loved my amazing roomies; I was like, overwhelmed with love.

Sometimes a song on Pandora will pop up that I really like and I just get so happy my eyes start to get misty. What the freak?

DO THEY PRESCRIBE A PILL FOR THIS?! I swear I didn't cry for like a solid two years in college. I was this phenomenal stone heart. I should've been at the center of someone's psych study because I was so.... not sensitive? Anyway, there has GOT to be a happy median... Hopefully I'll find it before I flood the streets with my tears of joy.

This is kinda bizarre.

melk.

I love when people call milk "MELK"... stoopid idjuts... Just kidding. Kinda...

So. There are a few things in life that make me sick to my stomach:

1. Watching someone else's neck being super exposed (Example: Phantom of the Opera, right as they're getting into the "Past the Point of No Return" before the medley... If you have sung the medley with me before, you know exactly where this is. Christine's head is tilted back and the Phantom goes to touch it...) Gives me the shivers just thinking about it. Seriously.

2. The smell of browning hamburger.

3. Watching people drink the leftover milk at the bottom of their cereal bowl.




The last is what I would like to comment on today. MILK.

I know better than anyone that I am doomed for osteoporosis. I've never been a milk drinker and all the calcium has been leached out of my bones due to a minor diet coke addiction from 2004-2009. I'm assuming the occassional strawberry/chocolate Nestle Quik experiences don't count. I don't like how milk coats the glass. I don't like how elementary kids smell like milk. I just don't like it at all.

The only time I really consume milk is in a shake or over cereal. However, I do eat my cereal with a fork so all the milk gets strained... so maybe that doesn't qualify as "consumption".

MELK. Yuk city.

It's BIRTHDAY season!!!

On Sunday I sat in front of my computer and watched my family on the other end celebrating their birthdays... Thank you, Skype, for bringing us close together to sing the "birthday song", even if there's a time delay and a speaker/echo/sound quality imbalance.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FAMILY!! This week there are three birthday kids at the Perry house...

February 2nd: Happy Birthday, Dad!!





I have the best dad in the whole world. He is SO funny, kind, generous, loving, caring, and everything else that's good. I'm my dad's favorite child. I love dancing in the kitchen, singing James Taylor, eating sushi, and learning more about the gospel from my papa. He is the greatest example of how a man should love a woman and he treats my mom like gold. He has more patience than any other male I know. He has helped me through my toughest times. My dad is one of my shiniest examples and he is my hero. I always feel supported by my dad. I love the sound of his voice whenever I come home... "Jaibers?!" My dad gives the best back rubs and foot rubs. He is the best!! Happy Birthday, Dad!!

February 3rd: Happy Birthday, Mom!!





I have the best mom in the whole world. She is beautiful, fit, stylish, sweet, charismatic, loving, hilarious, and everything else that's good. I'm my mom's favorite child. I love Zumba-ing (shakin the salt shaker), having long talks, laying out in the summer, snuggling, and learning more about the gospel from my mama. She is the smartest woman in the world and gets along with everybody. She has helped me through my toughest times. My mom will drop anything if you are in need and will help you. She has listened to me cry for 22 years and the one time I tried to be tough, she said, "Sometimes a girl just needs her mommy"... and then of course, I cried. I am so lucky to have my mom. She encourages me to be independent, but is always there if I need someone to lean on. My mom is the best. Happy Birthday, Mom!!

February 5th: Happy Birthday, Jen!!





I have the best big sister in the whole world. She is bubbly, friendly, funny, a great missionary, beautiful, sensitive, and everything else that's good. I'm my sister's favorite sister. I love getting pedicures, talking on the phone, making ugly faces in the mirror, dancing like freak shows, talking with small lips, eating Zupas, and learning more about the gospel from my sister. I've always looked up to my big sister. She's always included me and has given me a righteous example to follow. When I grow up, I want to be just like Jen. She is the best mom and she gave me the gifts of an awesome older brother and a beautiful Perry Pie (which I'm very grateful for). Jen is ALWAYS positive and never says a bad thing about anyone. She is gorgeous inside and out. My sister is an amazing country dancer and she looks good with every hair color and style. She has always been willing to lend a listening ear and I think she's the best. Happy Birthday, Sissy!

Am I SO lucky to have this family? Yes, I am.
Did I cry the entire time I wrote this? Yes, I did.