Yep, Definitely A Thursday

You know it is Thursday for Jannette when...

When my alarm went off at 4:25 this morning, I hit the snooze button. I never hit the snooze button.

I wake up to find my Sleep Cycle app (coolest thing ever, btw) telling me that I didn't move around enough last night... which of course means I probably wasn't breathing enough... which surely means I was on the brink of death. Right? Happy thoughts to kick off this day.

On the Trax on the way the hospital I found out from my peers that a partner assignment i've been freaking out about isn't in fact due tomorrow. It's due next Friday. Turns out, that is exactly what the one line email from the professor said... which I just happened to misread. Sorry, partner. My bad.

I was in the NICU today. Awesome. Well yeah, it would have been if my patients hadn't slept all day and didn't even want to be held. Also, this cut from yesterday should really be no biggie, but dang man when you have to use hand sanitizer every 30 seconds (but seriously... in the NICU its almost that often) that little bugger stings.

Thursdays like this call for drastic measures. My tired body needed a pick-me-up. To make myself feel just a little bit justified, I have to tell you: a) It's diet. b) I ate an apple and downed a liter of water before I let myself drink this. That makes this healthy, am I right? Don't judge me.

Before I even made it out of the store... today's drastic measures ended up all over my scrubs. My clean, very white scrubs. No Mr. cash register man, I am not 4 years old.

When I got home to change clothes, I put my new shirt on inside out and backwards. 

Once properly dressed, I checked the mailbox, and there was one letter in it. With my name on it, yay!! Wait a minute... it was the rent check I put in the outbox yesterday... there was no stamp on it. No Mr. mailman, I am not 4 years old. High five, Jannette, high five.

Whaaa? Its only 3 in the afternoon? Oh boy, there is way too much time left and way too much potential for Thursday to continue to ruin me. I haven't eaten lunch yet, and who even knows what kind of danger that holds?! Me and my DP will just be here, trying real hard not to cause any more damage to myself or the world.

Fingers crossed.

In other news: Gosh, I just want a cheeseburger. Nope, scratch that and make it a corndog. I checked out an exciting new book from the library. I have way too much homework to do. I get to go camping tomorrow. Only 26 days until I kiss this crazy semester gooooodbye. I'm stoked for General Conference in 9 days. I'm taking a cooking class next fall. I saw a bumper sticker today that said "My great dane can lick your honor student." Totally normal.

Remember That One Time That You...

You have embarrassing stories. 

Don't deny it. 

Don't hide it. 

Actually, this is me asking you to do the opposite. 

I am in a GE Folklore class this semester (don't even get me started on how much this does not apply to my future nursing career...), and our final project includes a collection of a particular folklore subject. I have chosen to collect and analyze people's most memorable and mortifying moments. I'm interested in breaking down the progression of an embarrassing moment story as it transforms from blush-inducing discomfort to straight up high-quality hilarious entertainment.

This is where you come in.

I need good stories.

They can be short. Like really, really short. Or not so short... it doesn't really matter.

I want to hear them.

If you're willing to share a childhood, teenage-hood, or adulthood embarrassing experience with me, get in contact with me asap!

I promise to cringe and groan and giggle and sympathize at all the right moments. And maybe i'll even promise to share a tale or two from my own (quite extensive) file of humiliating moments. Believe me, i've got a lot to pull from.

Thanks friends, I look forward to hearing from you! :)

OH yeah, and you should watch this: WATCH ME. Because no matter how mature you are, it'll make you laugh.

My Best Friend Is A Missionary

Dear Sister Thompson,

Woah, thaaaat's pretty weird. It's Sister Thompson now, not just Rachel. Because you became a missionary for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints today. COOL.

Let me tell you something girl. About 21 years ago, from the moment our mamma friends were preggo,  i'm sure we were just destined to be friends. We both know the story: our due dates were only 2 days apart, but I came a little early so a whole 2 weeks of life separates us instead. We hung out side by side before we were even born, and we've stayed that way for the last 20+ years. From sunbeams to college. Thats right girlfriend. I mean yeah, we had that dry spell during junior high where we were lame and weren't really that close, but I think we both figured out pretty quick that life just wasn't as good without each other. Having you in my life has made me a better person. You are an inspiration to me in so many ways you don't even know. Seriously though.

Less than six months ago you sat in the seat next to me in the conference center and listened to President Monson announce that the missionary age was being lowered. You've wanted to serve a mission for like, a long time. And even though you turn 21 in September, this change meant that you could go NOW. And even though I loved that we were finally college roommates and I really didn't want you to leave early, I am so happy for you. So happy that your dream to serve the Lord is finally coming true. 

I love that our moms were friends and that they were pregnant at the same time.

I love that I had preschool at your house.

I love that you were at all my birthday parties.

I love that you did my hair for prom.

I love that you wore my homecoming dress to your prom.

I love that we have a mutual love for The Office.

I love that you have a way of turning bad things into good things.

I love that you are a miraculous problem solver.

I love that you have the most creative, exciting mind ever.

I love that you actually laugh at my jokes. Thats a rare thing for me.

I love that I can tell you anything.

I love that in high school you could make me forget about all my insane stress, if even for just a moment at young women's activities.

I love the memories I have of swinging in your front yard.
I love that you have THE best hair in the world.
I love that you have some of the purest blue eyes I have ever seen.

I love that the goal we set in primary of living together in college finally came true.

I love that you converted me to soy milk.

I love that my dad has his own nickname for you.

I love that only know what it means when I say, "I don't put salt on myyyy....." ;)

I love that because of you, we had a spontaneous Disneyland trip last semester.

I love that we both played on the Hurricanes for a lot of years.

I love that I got to watch you be drugged when you got your wisdom teeth out.

I love that you put up with me crazy stupid annoyingness all the time.

I love that we tye dye shirts in my back yard.

I love that you go to my house even when i'm not there just to hang out with my parents.

I love that we spent an entire summer working together in the same tiny room.

I love that sometimes you know me better than I know myself.

I love that when you were at BYU-H and I was here in Provo, one long phone call would change my tears into ridiculous laughter.

I love that I got to watch you open your mission call over Skype. 

I love that it made me cry.

I love that I am going to be able to email you and send you letters and care packages for the next 18 months.

I love that I got to pick you up from the airport this morning and take you to Costco and J-Dawgs.

I love that I got to be your companion for a whole 2 hours. 

I love that you let me take a bazillion pictures.

I love that I got to hug you goodbye, tell you I love you, and wave goodbye and you entered the Missionary Training Center to be the BEST MISSIONARY ARGENTINA HAS EVER SEEN.

Rachel, I love you!!

You, my friend, are amazing. And you better believe that I miss you like crazy already.

Love, 

Jannette

Yeah girl. Dry those hands.

 Yeah girl. Eat that J-Dawg.

 Last minute rearranging!

 Here we go!!!

Driving and video taping at the same time. Not easy, but possible.

 We're at a stoplight! Let's take pictures!

This is really happening. It hits her here!

 The sexy sister missionary pose. I don't think that's supposed to exist...

:)

My best friend forever and always chica, better believe it.

She is a missionary now!

So entertaining.

You were worried about having too much luggage. The look on his face tells me he might have the same worry hahahaha.

 MTC TIME BABY!

 The last look for 18 months. I love you!

And then the seat next to me was empty.

And thanks to Nate and Austin, in my head i'm singin' all about empty chairs at empty tables :(

I love you, Sister Thompson. 

Return with honor.

Cats Are Gross.

FACT: I am a dog person. 100%.

Aka, I hate cats.

Like, a lot.

Kittens are adorable...

 Until they aren't anymore.

{Which, lets be honest, happens really fast.}

Litter boxes. Hair balls. Cat food. Claws. Meowing.

Ew.

So will someone please tell me WHY I think cat videos/pictures are like, the funnies ever. 

Is it because I just like to make fun of them? 

I think that sounds good, we'll go with that.

Cats, I reaaaallllly don't like you. But I suppose I shall allow your existence to continue solely for the entertainment you provide. Keep it up.

For Laughs

These get me every time.

{Stolen from Nate}

Taylor, i'ma let you finish... but this is one of the best videos of all time. 

{Okayyy so maybe not really, but i'm just rolling with the flow of the Kanye dis. Go with it.}

{ALSO stolen from Nate... props to him for posting hilarious things today haha.}

Haaaaappy Tuesday friends.

St. George in 24 Hours

Thursday afternoon, 5pm - Decide to go to St. George with Kylie and Kara this weekend for the BYU baseball game (Kylie's boo is a pitcher). ROAD TRIIIIIIP!

Friday afternoon, 4pm - Pack up the car and roll out

Friday afternoon, 4:10 - Grab Cafe Rio to go

Friday night, 8:00 - Arrive in St. George

Friday night, 10:30 - Already asleep!

Saturday morning, 6:19 - Wake up and head out to go running/exploring the beautiful St. George

Saturday morning, 9:45 - Finish my longest run ever! Yeah baby!

Saturday morning, 10:30 - Check out of the motel and off to the baseball game

Saturday afternoon, 12:30 - BYU wins, 15-4

Saturday afternoon, 12:45 - Taking pictures at the St. George temple

Saturday afternoon, 1:35 - Back on the road to Provo

Saturday evening, 5:15 - HOME!

25 hours of pure awesome. Totally worth it.

Can't even believe that we were actually able to do this. 3 nursing students who actually have time to blow off homework for a WHOLE DAY. Unheard of ;)

Yeahhhh baby we love a nice cheap motel. But seriously.

Notice that I have a fork in my mouth while they have toothbrushes in theirs... I needed to carbo load before running in the morning!

I started my run by going to see the temple. Its absolutely gorgeous.

 Pretty drastic difference from my super snowy run last Saturday!

Yeah buddy. 17 miles. My record! Feeling so good about life.

A consequence of exploring St. George and picking my route as I went was a whoooole lot of hills. But it was totally worth it, because I had views like this at the top of each hill.

Baseball time. MLB Spring Training has officially started, and i'll i'm sayin is that my Mariners are 8-1. I know its only preseason but still. I'm stoked. Going to BYU's game made up a bit for the longing in my heart to be in Peoria to watch my team dominate!

 Warmth. Sunshine. Bare legs. Happiness.

We spent some time walking around the temple grounds before hopping back in the car for the drive home.
{ps. I wore my running shorts to the temple... I recognize that probably was not the best move in the world... my bad}

 

 

 

:) Love these girls. So glad we did this.

And of course, whats a road trip without a little DP?

So, there it is. I'm officially in love with St. George. And anyone who wants to make a little road trip next weekend... or ever... i'm totally in. Take me back.