My Best Friend

  

In my life I've been blessed with the best of friends. Each woman had a profound impact on my life and whether we are as close as we once were, there is no doubt that they helped me become who I am. Through thick and thin, a best friend is always there for you. They are the greatest blessing anyone can have in their life and accepts us as who we are yet helps us to become what we should be. There is a quote that I really like and it says, "A good friend knows all your best stories, a best friend has lived them with you."

       

I remember the countless sleepovers through high school eating pizza and watching bring it on waiting for one of my best friends to fall asleep so em and another best friend could hijack the little sleeper's car only to be pulled over by the police, watching Bring It On so that one of my best friends will fall asleep so that another best friend and I could hijack the little sleeper's car only to be pulled over by the police, watching Cinderella and getting ready for Prom, routing me on in all my endeavors, making fun of arch nemesis-es who stare out windows and hopelessly trying to out bake a roommates cookies, dancing atop kitchen counters, having "talks", going on doubles, being thrown an incredible birthday party complete with goodies and cake, living a real life better than The Office office experience, partying up with the most awesome co-workers in whatever theme was planned for that night, having someone just being there to listen, and countless other memories


  

Unfortunately it is never quite until a moment has passed that you truly appreciate something wonderful. I wish I had expressed to my best friends how important they were to me, how I looked up to and admired their strengths, gratefulness for the kindness they showed me, and blessing me with their presence in my life. Though I didn't say all that I could have then, I hope that they all know just how important and wonderful they are and that I am so so so grateful to have had them as a best friend.


      

So I want to say, Thank you! Thank you for the laughs, joys, highs, support during the lows, all you did for me and all that you didn't. With some I wish we had kept better in touch, others I'm so glad that you are in my life making it all the better. I hope that you will know just important and special you are to me. I could go on and on about how each of you are incredible women that I can only hope to one day become. I know that you bless the lives of countless people you touch because you have touched mine. And just in case you missed it along the way, THANK YOU for being my best friend.       

 

Worm Cupcakes

I guess to really start this story, I need to give some background information. During my final years at Brigham Young University, I worked at the Bookstore as the Marketing Specialist. We worked closely with Creative Services who designed all the ad work we requested of them. To sum up our team it was Hillary and I along with Tyson, Ally, Sadie, and Riley. We were quite the lively bunch creating our own TV show in the process. So one day as Tyson was leaving the office (probably to go to Lunch or something) he says, "Don't hack my Facebook and put me in a relationship or something". No sooner had those words been said that Hillary and I look at each other both knowing what the other had in mind. As soon as Tyson was out of sight we (along with Sadie and Ally I think) created a fake profile for his soon to be girlfriend. A few days before this someone from the Bookstore had given us a green balloon in the shape of a Worm. We would play around with the balloon (it even had a face drawn on) but Tyson hated it! So it was only appropriate that he should be in a relationship with Worm.

Unfortunately for us, as soon as Tyson came back into the office he knew something was up and the prank only lasted about 30 minutes. Fast forward a little in time when after "The Event", Worm Jones mysteriously disappeared. She had last been seen at the first Provo Shore party and missing since. Suspects were questioned and a search party ensued. However, even with all our efforts Worm was still with her abductors. I was dating Luke around this time and he had heard all about Worm and her predicament. One day as I was sleeping under my desk in my office (we had blankets and pillows for an upcoming Bed Bath and Beyond Giveaway) the lights suddenly flicker on and someone else comes into the office! Still in my sleepy stupor I crawl out from under the desk surprising Luke (I was curious as to who came into my office and also unsure how I'd explain myself to the intruder). He was the sweetest and had brought cupcakes for all of us in the office! It was definitely not something I was expecting especially since we had had a disagreement a few days before but I was impressed by his thoughtfulness in wanting to do something nice for not only myself but for also all of my friends at the Bookstore.



We all enjoyed the cupcakes and Worm was returned to us soon after. Life continued to go on in its slightly off normal, normal way. Still it was little things like creating a fake Facebook account for a balloon worm, mutual weirdness among friends, and yummy home made cupcakes that made me grateful for the incredible people in my life. I have the greatest friends that I love and could be weird with. Luke brought green Worm cupcakes and didn't think I was absolutely crazy for sleeping under my desk at work. He is always so thoughtful and doing things for me that it was only natural that I would soon fall in love with him. I think Doctor Seuss said it best when he said, "We are all a little weird and life is a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love." I am definitely the luckiest to the friendships and relationships that I have!

The Time I Almost Drop Kicked Nelly Wachsmuth

We all have that friend (or in my case friends) who seems to think borrowing is a 100% acceptable way to live. Whether its your favorite pair of Hudsons or 6 eggs, something about borrowing seems OK. Now the thing is it is ok! Except when you do it constantly...

That was the case with my ol' friend Nelly Wachsmuth. It should probably be said right about now that Nelly is a sweet girl bless her heart. BUT that girl was like Hurricane Sandy when it came to destroying people's stuff. Clothes would literally come back with holes making you wonder if she spent her spare time in Miss Trunchbull's Chokey. If it wasn't your shirt it was your food. My friend Hannah once told me that Nelly had asked her if I'd noticed that she drank my diet pepsi juice. Whaa?? Last I checked, I never let anyone drink my favorite diet pepsi juice. Honestly I could go on and on (bathroom supplies, the car, spare change, Steve Madden boots, anything that hangs in a closet, etc) but I will stick to the clincher.. My general chem book.

Now I know what you're thinking, she ruins your 7 jeans and you freak out about a general chem book? People, its called the straw that broke the camels back! So the deal with the book. I'm a poor college student realizing the necessary investment of education in a career driven individual's life. This being said, I do what every student hates to do. I buckle down and buy the $200 book that you'll probably only read twice. The particular book in question we actually have to read for class and oh so conveniently for Nelly we are in the same class. At the beginning of the semester when she'd ask to borrow my book for the quizzes  I didn't think much of it. 

Then November rolls around and my sorry completely overwhelmed and ADD though not ADD brain realized, she's borrowed your book every week!!! To say I was annoyed is an understatement. I ain't no government hand out! Get yo cheap A**  a freaking general chem book and quit free loading off me. My alter ego Ysang Twan (I've always imaged that I was Asian in an alternate universe) was about to bust out in all kinds of crazy karate and drop kick her! But I didn't. The Hamilton in me prevented any kind of Chinese Boxer Rebellion from going down so that last night when she asked to borrow my general chem book I plastered the most winningest smile on my face and said, "yeah just a second, let me grab it for ya." 

So whats the moral of the story? There is none! Its called life and sometimes it just ain't fair.