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Sunday, September 22, 2024

Quotes 2023

 Joseph: What's your middle name?
Griffin: Jon-niel.


Josh: When in doubt, it's Joseph's pants.


Coworker: Bandit farted, and it made my eyes water and burn.


Randomly heard in the hallway at work (gravelly tone): If you tell anyone, we eat your face.
30 seconds later (cheerful and high pitch): Hola niñas!


Me, constantly solving problems with our department computers: This is why they pay me the little bucks.


Joseph: Festival!
Griffin: You're a vegetable.


Cami: Why can't I just say I don't want a hot dog?
Griffin: 'Cause we're Americans. It's the Fourth of freakin' July.
[later in the same conversation]
Cami: Okay, well I can get a piece of pizza, and you can get hot dogs.
Griffin: I don't want a hot dog!


Emmett: You can lead a horse to water, but you can't lead a horticulture.


Cami: I want grandchildren.
Coworker: I want bran children.
Cami: Turds?!

Sunday, February 12, 2023

2022 Second Half Quotes

 Griffin: It says it sleeps 6, but it potties 2.


Talking about an "ox in the mire" situation
Cami: It's more like an ox in a slightly muddy patch.


Kolby: Boys are like drugs; just say no.


John: I can ask you this because you'll tell the truth.


Family: Her Santa outfits don't slay.


Patient: I was trying so hard to make it a love story.


Patient 1: I love you. (Says this to everyone.)
Patient 2: SHUT UP!!
Patient 1: Oh, never mind, I hate you.


Cami after about 20 minutes of random work things: Oh! I was in the middle of a note.
Coworker: Are we surprised?
Cami: No.


Cami: Grandpa, did you find a fence and just take part of it?
Grandpa: Hehehehehe ... yes.


Emmett: I'm going to die of rrhea.


Cami: Half of your clothes are dirty? How many clothes do you have?
Griffin: Six.


Griffin: Someone must have borrowed my shirt without asking because it smells like someone wore it and smoked in it.
Cami:  Who? Would've? Who would've?


Coworker 1: I make really weird noises in my sleep.
Coworker 2: It's called farting.


About another "ox in the mire" situation (the apartment starting to flood)
Cami: We don't have an ox, but we definitely have a mire.


Marc: You're a good nerd.

Sunday, May 1, 2022

Really Late Quotes

 So, here are the quotes from the last part of 2021.  5 months later!

Cami: I burned my spaghetti-os because my arm was bleedin'.


Lari, answering the phone: How did you know I wanted you to call me?
Cami: I don't know things; I just do things.


Jenny: You can do anything and everything related to ...  anything and everything.


Cami: Want to hear some gross stuff about my sweat?
(Obviously still working on my social skills.)


Coworker 1: Don't pull his tail or he'll bite the sh** out of you.
Cami: Well that's good for people who are constipated.
Coworker 2: That... That was a good one Cami.
Cami: Thank you.


Sabrina: But Jesus saved the aliens.


Cami: You might be a nerd if you say it's time to go to bed and then end up adding a macro into the excel spreadsheet you use for your calling.


Cami: I have a 12-sided die on my desk at work, so I chuckle about if anyone were to invite me to D&D or other nerd games and I show up with this:
And then the group did 30 lunges. They, obviously, did not beat the troll.


Talking about someone's haircut
Dad: It's like a homeless... it's like someone played a prank on a homeless person.


Coworker 2: Your brain's doing that thing again, Cami. You spouted off six different ideas in less than a minute.


Monday, November 29, 2021

How to Live a Hallmark Holiday Movie . . . But Only the Awkward Parts

Guys! I have been working at my job for a year now. This is huge! (Please don't say that in Trump voice.) I haven't been at the same place for a year since 2016. Let me tell ya that it's been an adventure since graduating with my undergraduate degree. Life does not go as expected. I wanted to do something big for this achievement because it has felt like it wouldn't ever happen again. So, here's my story, kind of like a Hallmark Holiday movie, but only the awkward parts. Sorry for any typos in advance. It's basically a novel.


Severely Poor Attempt at a Hallmark Holiday Movie Cover


Holiday #1

This story opens on a single, slightly down on her luck, mid-20s female who recently moved back to her home state and moved in with her dad, stepmom, and some younger siblings. It's the beginning of November in Arizona, so people aren't wearing all the cute winter coats, but they are starting to wear pants instead of shorts.

"Cami, can you pick up the kids from school? I have a previous engagement at that time," Cami's stepmother asked one afternoon.

"Uh, I guess, but I have job interview right after. But, I can probably make it on time," Cami replied hesitantly and with lots of second guessing going on in her brain. It was probably visible on her face that she was unsure if she would actually make it to the interview on time.

"Thanks! There's no way I can be in both places at once."

"Uh, yeah. You're welcome."

Stepmother exited the doorway of the bedroom Cami was sharing with her 15-year-old brother. Cami then bent over her small suitcase to find an outfit that would be at least slightly acceptable for an interview. She steamed the outfit to get out the wrinkles, hurriedly changed, and hopped in the family mini van to go retrieve the high schoolers.

Cami's two brothers were already waiting on the curb and hopped in the car as soon as Cami pulled up.

"How was school today?"

"Mmmm," grunted brother #1.

"Okay," said brother #2.

"Okay," Cami responded. She didn't ask any more questions because she knew that the answers would be similar. The brothers and Cami sat in the car not speaking for a few minutes until younger sister showed up and got in the car. Cami dropped off the younger siblings back at home and zoomed away (well as fast as Cami ever goes, which is usually the speed limit). 

The interview was for an assisted living center. Most of Arizona's Recreation Therapy jobs tend to be with geriatric populations. The interview went well, and Cami was able to answer all of the questions confidently. They had a good chat; however, the employer was hesitant because all of Cami's experience up to this point was in adolescent mental health. Cami didn't end up getting the job or ever even hearing back from the company.

After several job applications, interviews, and rejections, Cami applied for some temporary, holiday jobs because you know, 'tis the season. After being rejected for several of those jobs as well, Cami finally got an interview for a sportswear retail position. During the interview, the interviewer didn't ask many questions and kept giving signs that they were desperate, including stating that they were desperate and still needed several holiday positions filled. Cami then left with a job.

About a week later, Cami started the job on Thanksgiving afternoon. Cami had zero training and was told just to return clothes to their original spot after they were moved or put in the dressing room area. Cami was flustered and was following around a lady who had already tried on seven coats and put the coats in random spots as well as the hangers. It's a good thing Cami likes to play hide and seek with hangers because she got to do a lot of that during the evening. As Cami was rushing around in a flustered, semi-spastic manner, she bumped into a male customer, about 6 foot tall, dark hair, and gorgeous smile.

"I am so sorry," apologized Cami, "I was in such a rush, I didn't see you walk over here."

"That's alright," grinned the handsome man.

Cami gazed into his eyes a few seconds too long. The handsome man just smiled back.

"Oh! Is there anything I can help you find? I can give you information about lots of ski jackets, rain jackets, or fleece items."

"No that's alright. I'm actually just here with a friend who's getting stuff together for a trip he's doing next week. He thought he could get some good deals for Black Friday."

"Yeah, but it's not even Friday yet," Cami responded a little too quickly and a little too judgmentally. Then she added, "I mean, there are lots of deals going on right now. The best deals are on our fleece items today. And tomorrow, we'll have more deals on our ski gear. If you do have any questions, let me or another associate know. We'll help you find what you need."

As Cami walked back to the women's coat area to hang up the miscellaneous scattered coats, she smiled and thought about the man's beautiful deep brown eyes. Little did Cami know, she would see that man again later that week randomly at the park. And then they would start seeing each other a lot, and they would have a wonderful holiday romance.

Just kidding, none of that stuff with the handsome man happened. Cami just ran around super flustered and irritated with the lady who wouldn't stop hiding the hangers. If this was a Hallmark movie, that would be where the guy made his debut. But he didn't. Just some annoying ladies who tried to tell the staff they could use seven discount codes at a time.

When Cami got back home that evening, she trudged up the stairs, into the bedroom, and flopped on the bed. She asked her brother how Thanksgiving evening was.

"Mm," responded brother #1, "How was working?"

"Mm," responded Cami.

Cami changed into PJs and brushed her teeth. She and brother #1 read scriptures silently and separately on their respective beds. Once they were both done reading scriptures and saying prayers, they turned off the light and went to bed. They slept soundly and rose to another day.

In the morning, Cami got up and went to work again for actual Black Friday. It was about the same as the night before, but now she had one shift's experience. Cami continued to work at that job throughout the holiday season. She spent Christmas with her family and played in a Christmas orchestra. The temporary, holiday job ended in January, and Cami got to go live with her sister for a few months. Later that year, she got a job as a Recreation Therapist at a Residential Treatment Center for adolescents.

Holiday #2

Cami had worked at the Residential Treatment Center for about 5-6 months when she stopped by her aunt's house on her way home from work in early November. Cami always loved visiting with family, and Auntie always wanted to feed anyone who came over. Cami and Auntie talked over some burritos and chips and salsa.

"How is work going these days?" asked Auntie.

"It's okay. Today was rough. The cops were already at the facility before I showed up today. It's been getting really bad lately. Usually the cops come sometime while I'm at work, but they were already there before me today. We just don't have the staff power to handle the kids. All the staff are temps from some third party company, and they don't know what they're doing."

"Is there any way you can get more staff? And get them trained quickly?"

"Not really. No one wants to work there because the management is so bad. I want to get a new job. I think I'm going to give myself until January 15 to find a new one."

"Are you still looking to do the same kind of thing?"

"Yeah, I still like working with adolescents and in mental health. It's just this facility is awful. I really want to just start my own business. I would love to create a private practice, where I treat the family as a whole rather than just one or two individuals."

"That would be amazing. I'm sure people would love to come do Recreation Therapy with you and their families. You're so fun and have a way of sharing truths with people in a nonthreatening way." Auntie was always reassuring and liberal with compliments. She has something good to say about everyone.

Cami headed home after the dinner and talk, ready to start applying to jobs again. She hopped on her job application profile and looked at all the saved jobs and job applications from the year before. If only applying to jobs got you money, Cami would have made bank over the last two years. Cami applied to one or two jobs that night and went to bed. She had to get up early for a mandatory meeting for all staff at her job the next morning.

The next morning, she woke up and headed to work, hours before her actual start time. She made it to the mandatory meeting, dreading the long day ahead. A bunch of higher ups were in the meeting. People she had never met but had seen their names on emails to the whole company. The supervisor over this particular facility started the meeting:

"About a year ago, this program was taken in by our parent company to try to save it. We have been working hard over the last year to make positive changes to this program. We've changed schedules and created new positions. We've hired experienced professionals. Today, however, we are sad to say that this program still just isn't cutting it. This program will be closing on the 1st of December and then will be reopened as a different program early next year. We have no need for any of the staff in this program unless you are in a Director position. If you choose to leave before the final day, we ask for notice as quickly as possible. If not, your last day is the 1st of December. HR is here all week for any questions you may have. And we give our best wishes as the holidays approach."

And then the meeting was over. Cami walked to her office with a sense of relief and the realization that this was an easy out. However, this meant she was walking into a holiday season unemployed and struggling to find work. Good thing she had started applying to jobs the night before. This was Cami's chance to start that business that she had been thinking about for a few years. She now had all the time in the world because she wasn't going to have a job in a month. (Which also meant she would no longer have insurance. They don't mention that in Hallmark movies.) Cami had been designing and re-designing her business idea. She was even doing an online Masters program focusing on Recreation Management and how to develop a business plan.

If this was a Hallmark movie, this is the part where Cami would volunteer to help with some big family activity for someone in the community. Some random lady would see that Cami can do great activity planning and implementation and then ask for Cami to do an event for her family, becoming the first customer in Cami's new Family Recreation Therapy business. However, Cami just continued to do her graduate classes and apply to jobs.

Holiday #3

Cami had been working for about 7 months for an adult day center. She was enjoying the less stressful environment due to not working with adolescent mental health. She was not enjoying the more stressful environment due to a virus that had created a pandemic across the globe and the new precautions instituted in the company. The attendance had been increasingly low due to the virus, and the center had closed for about 6 months, during which Cami and the other staff had to do online activities for their seniors and participants with Traumatic Brain Injury. They also had helped with re-painting the center and putting together new tables. At this point (the beginning of November), the center was open again.

Cami was attending to one of the participants.

"You know what we should do with this apple juice?!" exclaimed Participant and then continued with several reassuring nods, "We should let it sit out and make moonshine. I have ingredients that we can add to it to do so. Just give me the word, and I will help make it for everyone."

Cami responded, "We don't make that here. We're not gonna make any of your alcoholic beverages. I don't know what kind of establishment you think this is."

"Okay, we can keep it on the down low, and we have to tell anyone that we're making moonshine," suggested the participant.

"How about you just drink your apple juice? I'm sure that's also a good idea."

"Well, it was worth a shot." Participant went back to eating his lunch, and Cami walked away to go help another participant.

As Cami was walking away, her supervisor pulled her to the side and said, "We have a mandatory meeting for all of the day centers in our company. It's at 3:00, so the last 30 minutes of your shift will be in the meeting. Don't worry about staffing, the nurse and the receptionist will still be in here to take care of everyone. They'll take care of snack and cleaning up."

At 3:00pm, Cami and the rest of the staff (besides the nurse and receptionist) went to the large office for the meeting. At this point, Cami could already guess what was happening. The company had been struggling to continue providing services for their fewer and fewer participants. Cami knew this was the end. The group was told that the center would be closed for real this time with no intention to open it anytime soon. All participants would be going to one central day center, which was not the one Cami was working at, so she was entering another unemployed holiday season. Good thing she always had her job search site handy with saved jobs she might apply to.

Cami faced a few decisions. She had graduated that summer with her Master's degree and with a completed business plan. The hard part about deciding to start your own business is that you need money. And Cami did not have money. And another thing that Hallmark movies don't show when their lovely, blissful protagonists finally get their happy ending is TAXES. Taxes are so hard to figure out for a new sole proprietor business. You have to just guess, and if you guess too high, you don't have money to eat. And if you guess too low, you are penalized. So, it's cool. As Cami thought of her options, she applied to a job that evening. She faced the option of starting her own business for real this time.

A week later, Cami had an interview with the one job that she applied to and got the job. She started the week before Thanksgiving. There was no break between the two jobs. In fact, she had to use three days of PTO from her old job to cover the three days that the center was open, but Cami was in training for her new job.

Holiday #4

That job was as a Recreation Therapist at a mental health hospital. Cami has now been working that job for a year. She enjoys her job. There's a bit of stress with the content of the job; but she is doing well. This year, she did not enter the holiday season unemployed. She didn't get the boy like in the Hallmark movies. And she didn't start her business. But she has a job, so she's happy about that. She did run a Turkey Trot on Thanksgiving morning. She got first place for women in her age bracket (19-29). So, she did win a contest of sorts (which is a very Hallmark movie thing to do). She was, however, the only woman in her age bracket (which is the "but only the awkward part"). 

Throughout the four years, of course there were also the awkward parts of family members telling the protagonist what she's doing wrong in dating. Hallmark movies at least get that awkward part right. And that, my friends, is how you live a Hallmark holiday movie, but only the awkward parts. 


If you made it all the way through, I am so sorry and hopefully enjoyed some of it. As a reward, here's another picture that I took while trying to get a good picture for the movie cover. I tried to do my best Hallmark hair curl. I don't do hair, so that's that. I was also really getting into the 90s kid school pictures, so here is my favorite.


Happy Holidays everyone! I hope you have a job, or are secure with money and insurance. The Hallmark movies really don't talk about insurance, which has given me grief over the last few years. I hope you have a great holiday season and that you have peace and hope. God is good and takes care of us. If this is a season of trial, my heart goes out to you. Holidays can be hard. If you need someone to talk to, I am an open ear. I love all y'all.

Thursday, September 2, 2021

Time for More Quotes

Hey guys! Here are the quotes from May to August of this year. Some of them might be funny. I think I'm way funnier than I actually am. (Also, lots of quotes I write down because the other people involved laughed a lot.) Maybe some of you will enjoy something in here.


Talking about the Buzz Lightyear ride at Disneyland
Griffin: I don't like the line 'cause it smells like Buzz crack.
(I was told this was an old joke, but I laughed too hard when I heard it this time.)

Griffin: It gives you Diabetes 3.

Cami: Can you sing the whole song while breathing in?
Cami, Sabrina, and Kenzie proceed to say/sing random stuff while breathing in

Emmett: How much space is on this computer?
Cami: I would guess about 20 inches.
Emmett rolls his eyes
(It was only 18.5 inches.)

Cami: My roommates have boys, but I have pockets that my Book of Mormon can fit in.

Cami: Neither of my roommates ate a piece, so I had to eat all the cheesecake by myself.

Cami: Someone lost a lot of sandpaper. And that's rough.

Emmett: One of these years, in like 30 years, we should...

Lady at WDW to her kid: Yes, this is where the dragon farted on you.

Cami: The best picture was you picking your bum.
Emmett: I was putting trash in my pocket.

WDW trip


Sabrina: Oh it's the sterile popcorn.
Cami: Did you say sterile popcorn?
[Pause]
Sabrina: What's the word?
Cami: Stale.
Sabrina: I need to go to bed.
Cami: Well at least we know it's clean or can't have children.

Cami: I'm such an introvert, and it hurts sometimes.

Cami: You can't eat yellow snow, but the brown snow is fine. Bad tips with Cami.

Cami: It's a good thing people don't complain about womanspreading because I do it all the time.

Katie: What are Grape Nuts?
Cami: They're bran turds.

My dad to my older sister:
Cami when she saw the birthday sign: Well... that's lame.


Cami: Two-thirds of my sentences are...
[Long pause and no one can remember the last third of the sentence]

Making dinner
Sarah: I think it's done, and I hope it's good.

When my coworker and I were talking about the construction going on in our building
Cami: And then they deleted the bathroom.

While making a bunch of small, ugly dolls for a prank
Cami: When the Prophet said, "God loves effort," is this what he meant?
Kenzie: That's the funniest thing I've heard all day.

My coworker, busting into the office: I didn't even poop!

Sabrina: It all started when she made me a diaper.

Talking about turning 45
Coworker: What?! Cami, you still have like 85 years to go.

Patient: Bye despicable lady.
Cami: Bye less despicable adolescent.

Talking about my uncle in Australia
Aunt: Do you have his number?
Cami: Does he have an iphone?
Aunt: Well, it's a weird number.
Cami: [Pause] Does he have an iphone?

Thursday, August 5, 2021

Music Changes My Life

I have a fun story for all y'all. I come from a very talented family, and being the easily distracted wild child that I am, I have always been just mediocre. As a teenager, my family tried to get me to play the organ. My grandma played, and my aunt plays, and my sister plays. I refused because it was just another thing for me to be mediocre at, especially compared to family. So, I touched an organ probably three times without  playing anything at all. My poor grandma and older sister had to deal with my being a booger while my grandma tried to teach the both of us. But I refused.

God saw and said, "Ha ha ha, watch this."

And as an 18-year-old, I was made the organist in my college ward. And I have now played the organ in four of my wards in the last 10 years. So, moral of the story is God's got jokes.

Besides my rise to mediocrity in organism (hahahaha, yes!), okay in organ playing, music has become an interesting tool in my life. I never thought as a child that I would go far with music. And really I haven't, but it's one of my talents that has gotten me to different places. Music is one of those things that I have used to express my emotions and to soothe my emotions. Music is meant to make you feel. And music is meant to help you heal.

2018 Christmas Concert

I have been feeling lonely quite a bit lately. And I'm terrible at asking for a friend. So the other day I turned on my Christmas music. Sometimes I say Christmas music is my favorite as a joke.  (It's not a joke.) And, guess what! The song that came on was "He is Born" by David Archuleta.  The last verse says,

Stepping down from Heaven's throne
To show us that we're not alone
The truest love, a single light
The Son of God, Christmas Night.

I have had many experiences, too many to count, where music was the way God spoke to me. Sometimes it has been just the right message at the right time. Sometimes it has been a specific verse from a favorite hymn coming to my mind. Sometimes it has been the warm feeling everyone talks about during a hymn. Sometimes it has been playing piano is the only thing to calm me down. Sometimes it's playing a piece over and over again with several mistakes and the best version being at the meeting it has been prepared for. God has sent angels to help me with my music. I'm still not super great, but music has helped me find the beauty in the world and come closer to God.

I'm thankful for all the times I have been able to serve in church through music. It's been one of the biggest ways I have worked in church since I was 12. And most likely it will be how I continue to work in the church. Luckily, I have learned a few things over the years and am better than I was as a 14-year-old doing random stuff on the Seminary piano. Humility comes quickly to those who must play in front of everybody.

God speaks to us individually. How does God speak to you?




Okay, one last fun story. My first year playing the organ, I played the three verses of the song and then sat at the organ waiting for the person who was designated to come up and say the prayer. I just sat there for 15-20 seconds, and then I looked at the chorister. She whispered, "There's a fourth verse." I said, "Sorry!" and continued with the fourth verse. The congregation sung the fourth verse and then the prayer person came up. One of the bishopric members shared that story throughout the rest of the year and would tell the congregation, "Most of the time, we just need people who are willing to say, 'Sorry,' and then keep on going." I became a great lesson to that ward. As stated above, humility comes quickly when you're in front of everybody.

Monday, August 3, 2020

Team Cami

This blog post is part of a family reunion scavenger hunt, of which one of the categories is titled Team Cami (Kit made me do it).

In the summer of 2017, I was the "coach" of a champion kickball team. We didn't really have a name to start, and somehow the name Team Cami stuck. My teammates said that we needed to have shirts with my face and a fun slogan on it. There were several slogans thrown out. I decided that I would create a Team Cami shirt, so there wouldn't be one made with my face on it.


From there, team members entered into a doubles tennis tournament as teams named "Team Cami" and "Team Cami OG." I, however, entered the tournament as part of a different team named after another running joke among friends.

In November, I did my first Turkey Trot as an official member of Team Cami.


My aunt saw the shirt and said that she needed one.  And so, unbeknownst to me, she set about making Team Cami shirts for the whole family, with the help of another aunt.

And as a Christmas present from my aunts, I received a box of Team Cami shirts.  And several of my family members received Team Cami shirts.


Since then, I have attended other Turkey Trots with more than just me as a Team Cami member.



And a few babies have been born into the Team Cami family.



Within the last year, I have thought about making Team Cami Shirts Third Edition. My brother and I are currently working on a new design. If you are interested in possibly owning a Team Cami shirt, please answer the survey below.  The design isn't done, and if there isn't any interest, then I might not even make a shirt.

As of right now, I am doing a virtual family reunion. We are doing a scavenger hunt with 6 categories of tasks.  One of the categories is Team Cami (Kit made me do it). I didn't want to seem like a narcissist, like I keep seeming. So Kit told me to add "Kit made me do it" to the category title.  And my team's name is now Team Cami (Kit Made Me Do It). Family is fun and sometimes does really well at boosting self-confidence.  I'm thankful I have a family who is willing to participate in fun and weird memories.  Thanks family!


Survey of T-shirt Interest:
https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSf71cez4iGAaKLGmaeW5mzXCI0NjJmVkhvJyT9eVoq07Az-7A/viewform?usp=sf_link


Sunday, June 7, 2020

Quotes: Movies Edition

Griffin: Is Napoleon Dynamite a time travel movie?  Because Uncle Rico tries to time travel.  He's my favorite time traveler.


Cami:
Griffin: You're too dark to be Princess Leia.


Makenna: What happened to Tortimer?
Cami: He finally turned 300 years old and died.  He taught some kids Kung Fu and drifted away with some peach blossoms.
Makenna: That is not  Tortimer.
Tortimer?






















Griffin: Guardians of the Galaxy
Makenna: What?!
Griffin: Kardashians of the Galaxy


Sorry there ain't much folks.  Maybe I will record more next year.

Monday, February 3, 2020

End the Stigma

I love these end the stigma quotes, memes, and videos.  Because they say to treat mental illness like physical illness.  And they say that seeing a therapist or counselor should be just as normal as seeing a doctor.  And let me tell ya, you should see a therapist.  You should see a counselor.  Those aren't bad things.

But I'm also over here thinking, I haven't been to a doctor for 7 years.  When I get hurt or sick, and my friends tell me I'm gonna die, I just say, "I'll walk it off."

So here's to walking it off.  We all heal in different ways.

Friday, January 10, 2020

Of Yoda's Species


It's no surprise that Baby Yoda has taken over much of the internet.  What may be a surprise is that I often get jokes from my cousins that I must be of Baby Yoda's species or that I will look like Baby Yoda when I am 50.  This stems from my "youthful" appearance, but mostly from an experience we had a few years ago.

Once upon a time, when I was still in my mid-20s, I visited my aunt and uncle and cousins over the summer.  We went to a restaurant while I was visiting.  When the waitress asked for my order, I ordered a normal meal.  And then she turned to my uncle and asked, "Can she order off the adult menu?"  My uncle was confused but said yes, so I was allowed to eat an adult meal.  We joked about it during dinner and were wondering how old the waitress thought I was.  The funny thing about it was that she was probably younger than me as well.

My cousins all ordered from the not adult menu, and each kids' meal comes with a sundae.  So, near the end of the dinner, the waitress brings out the sundaes.  And she gave me one and said, "I ordered one for you too, so you wouldn't feel left out."  So I ate my sundae as the 12-year-old she thought I was.
Eating the free kiddie sundae

My aunt, uncle, and cousins now have a running joke that I am actually the oldest kid in that family.  So whenever my cousins are arguing who is the favorite child, I have to put in a vote for myself. This year, we finally got family pictures with all four children, and I was sent the family Christmas card.

Front of Christmas Card

Back of Christmas Card
In conclusion, "Species age differently."  And "perhaps [I] could live many centuries."

Monday, November 26, 2018

The Mutual Game Part 6

It's been a rough week.  I went to my cousin's wedding, and a bunch of other things have been happening in my family that show me that people are moving on with their lives while I sit stupidly doing nothing of importance.  I also started my less awkward pictures on Mutual this week.  Because of the wedding and my Mutual account I have had a lot of conversations about me dating and putting on a good front.  Some things that have been said to me concerning my dating life are as follows:

  • "Maybe you just need to be aggressive."
  • "You need to put yourself out there."
  • "You need to be more outgoing."
  • "You should be less quiet."
  • "You're showing that you have given up by putting your bad pictures up--people who want to get married would never show their bad pictures."
  • "You're too sarcastic and negative."
  • "Stop being sarcastic."
  • "Don't say negative things about yourself on dates.  No one wants to be around negative people."
After being super depressed at my cousin's wedding and being told about how negative I am, I just thought and thought about why I am so negative, especially about getting married.  And I think it's because of what I have always struggled with: I feel like I constantly have to prove that I am good enough.  And not getting married is just another thing that shows me that I'm not good enough: that people don't like me or that something is blatantly wrong with me.  And I say it out loud.  I voice my concerns.  I say negative things about myself, so other people don't have to.  I subconsciously believe that if I say something poorly about myself and acknowledge my flaws, then the people that I say it to don't have to go and bad mouth me when I'm not there.  I say it before anyone else can.

I have no idea who is saying bad stuff about me, but I am around people enough (all the time--I'm hardly ever alone) that I know people are being rude about others.  And I'm sad to say that I have said a lot of bad things about a specific group of people.  I'm sorry, and I am working on it.  I have a lot that I am working on to forgive this group of people.  I need to make a lot of changes in my life and behavior.  But the things people say just solidify my beliefs about my own flaws in the eyes of others.

I kind of did this social experiment to prove myself.  Parts of me wanted to prove to some family members that I wasn't entirely useless and could get validation from other human beings and also prove to them that I know I am as useless as I think they think about me.  And because I'm miserable trying to prove myself, I ended my experiment early.  I deleted my Mutual account.  I deleted my Facebook account.  And hopefully I will do social experiments that change the way that I view myself and others.  I have a terrible view of the world.  And my [family member] would argue that that's exactly why I'm not married.  But oh well.  It's time to just be a better me.  I know I'm dumb to some people, but I'm also smart.  I know I'm not super useful, but I am somewhat useful.  I know I'm a burden, but I also lift.  And I know that people see me very poorly, but there is a great number of people who love me and think I'm awesome.  And I don't feel super narcissistic saying that.  And I'm sorry for not listening to the people who love me and tell me good things.

I just need to believe that other people like me just as much as I like me.  And not become a  narcissist, which is something I am afraid of being.

Thursday, November 22, 2018

The Mutual Game Part 5

Happy Thanksgiving!  Let us all be thankful that my awkward phase is over.  Just joking, my awkward phase will never be over.  However, the awkward picture phase is over on Mutual.  I am putting up new pictures.  And I only have to have these ones up for two weeks, so yay.  The score to beat is 6.  I only have to get six matches within the next two weeks to have gotten the same number of matches as the four weeks of unflattery.  We'll see if all the boys have already down-swiped me.  If I haven't down-swiped them first.  Haha! Just kidding.  I'm just kind of done.

Want to know how I swipe?  I usually am fairly truthful for about two accounts.  And then I get bored and just start swiping down on everyone super quickly.  Obviously this isn't going to work.  Funny story, if you run out of accounts to swipe, you can reset all your down swipes, so it's like you haven't swiped them yet.  I did that once because I apparently swipe down a lot.  So basically boys don't really get an honest answer unless they are the first two.  I hate Mutual.  It's so dumb.  If I ever get married, it's gonna be a miracle.  Honestly, I probably would have to be best friends with a guy for a while and then somehow we both think we should get married.  Except, my best boy friends like girls who aren't me.  So that's fun.

Now that that rant is over here is what you would currently see if you ever ran into my account:







Now, you're probably thinking, "Cami, those pictures are still awful."  Well, sorry.  I can't change my face.  It's just how it's gonna have to be.  I just have a bad face and a bad personality.  (That's really gonna get 'em.  No one can resist that.)  Don't worry, I will have these up for two weeks, and then I'm quitting Mutual.  Because then I'll have found a beau.  Just joking, me getting married means that the end of the world is upon us.  And I'll give you my theory as to why next week.

Thursday, November 15, 2018

The Mutual Game Part 4

I just want to start by saying that some of the guys on Mutual look so old.  Their profiles say that they're my age, but they don't look it.  And if I'm being honest, I look not old.  I unfortunately can't even say that I look my age.  I could maybe pass off for a 22-year-old.  So, I don't think those guys who look like they're 40 would be a good fit.  Just sayin'.  Or maybe I'm just too picky.  It's not like I am trying to actually find a real match with this, so whatever.  (Or that I would find a match with my awful pictures.)

I only have one week left as an unattractive stalker on Mutual.  I think I can manage.  We shall see.  Then I have to put up my okay pictures.  I have to admit that I have been looking through my pictures again to try and find something that shows that I'm actually a normal human being, and I've got nothing.  Absolutely zero.  Well maybe one picture.  I apparently don't care about my appearance at all.  Maybe my next experiment should be dressing less like a bum.

Next week, I'll be making my normal account, and I'll show you the pictures that I pick.  Everyone will probably think I'm still creepy looking, but you know, that's just me.  (I do a really good job of complimenting myself.  I make myself sound so attractive.  What's wrong with me?)  I'm sorry I didn't have any pictures this week.  Just imagine either me rolling my eyes from boredom or my face throwing up.  'Cause I'm pretty sure most of you have seen both of those faces.  Anyway, I'll have better stuff next week.

Thursday, November 8, 2018

The Mutual Game Part 3

This week, I actually matched with two guys.  That was super awkward.  I don't know what's going on.  I haven't had any messages though.  So, I think the ugly photos are still kind of working.

I don't think I am going to last the whole four weeks.  Would anyone be mad if I end the ugly photos after week 3 instead?  That also means that I only have to have my normal photos for a week.  And then I can re-delete my Mutual account and finally re-delete my Facebook account.  I deleted my Facebook account a few weeks ago and then had the amazing Mutual troll idea.  So, then I had to cancel my deletion.  Poop.

I have been trying to find pictures for my normal account, and guess what!  I have no good pictures.  I'm always wearing my hair really bad, and I don't smile in pictures.  And I actually make awful pictures.  I guess the unflattering pictures are the real ones.  Also, I've been debating whether or not to put the following picture on my normal-looking account.  I've been told that it's super awkward when I pick up my "little" brother.  But I think it's funny.  I could put in my bio that the cute baby is my brother, since all the guys clarify that the cute babies are their nieces/nephews.

Thursday, November 1, 2018

The Mutual Game Part 2

Actually, I'm pretty sure we can still use LDS to refer to members of the church.  I just get corrected a lot these days.

I'd like to start this week with a rant.  This is why I hate Mutual so much.  I lived in Provo, Utah not too long ago.  It is a place with thousands of members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  And among those thousands, there are hundreds of Young Single Adults (YSA), who are put into congregations (wards) of YSA members.  Hence, single people are constantly in contact with other single people in their wards (at least I always in contact with other single people from my wards).  Each congregation is usually 100 or more YSA (I found myself in a lot of ~144-member wards).  Taking about 100 members, and if the ward has equal numbers of men and women, there should be about 50 men that a woman could meet and 50 women that a man could meet.  Granted the numbers fluctuate and the wards aren't always 1:1 men-to-women, the odds aren't always that great.  However, there are still a number of people whom an individual could meet.

I was in one such ward during my too many years in Provo.  I went on a few dates while in this ward.  A handful of the ward members were on Mutual, my roommates included.  And I often knew that boys in the ward were on the app because they would come up on the screens of my roommates' phones.  So here were a bunch of people that I knew were not asking each other on dates but seeing each other on Mutual.  There were quite a few boys that if they had asked me on dates, I would have said yes.  I have never turned down a first date.  And I know I should have asked the boys on dates, but I am pretty sure my courage level is at -33.  I honestly have no courage.  I've been praying for it.  For years.  My rant is that these people were just finding each other on the app.  They weren't giving the people right in front of them a chance.  So why can't people talk to each other face-to-face?  Why can't we do that anymore?

Now that my rant is over, I will let you know that I also found people that I know while on the app.  I haven't lived in Arizona for a few years, but I still know people.  Let's start with this great find.
I found my cousin!  Obviously I swiped down for relative reasons; I'm not dating any cousins, okay.  But if you aren't my cousin, you should definitely look him up.  He shares some of the same genes as me, so take that as you will.

Since last week, I've had 4 matches.  I'm thinking that they may have swiped up before I had changed it to its current awfulness.  And here I will explain a little about the app: both parties swipe up for it to be a match.  Once you match with someone, you can start messaging each other.  None of the 4 matches have resulted in messaging.  I don't think they like the new pictures.

In other news, here was a group message that ensued from my starting this social experiment.


Tune in next week for more updates on how weird I am.  I guess.

Thursday, October 25, 2018

The Mutual Game Part 1

Hey friends,

Today I am telling you about my beautiful plan on how to get married.  Just kidding.  I thought doing a social experiment and trolling on a dating app would be the best thing for me to do.  At least it's more entertaining.  Yeah, it's probably going to ruin my entire dating life, but I didn't have much of one to begin with.  I had a conversation earlier this year with one of my friends.  He asked me when the last time I went on a date was.  I replied that I had gone on a date the week before.  He was surprised.  But it was true.  Then my friend asked when my last date before that one was.  My answer was, "A year ago."  He told me that was the response he was expecting.  Thanks Carson.  But it obviously proves that I don't have much to lose by doing this.

So here goes.  I am joining a dating app.  I chose Mutual, and below is what I am doing.

The Mutual Game

I have used the app twice, with the first attempt lasting three days and the second lasting two hours. This time, I have to leave the app on my phone for 28 days--4 weeks. However, I am putting up unflattering pictures.  I didn't put my very awful unflattering pictures because I don't want to subject the world to that kind of torture.  But, if you were to find me on mutual, it would look like this:






I also made my bio section make me sound so interesting.


I get to swipe as if this were my normal account.  So swipe down on the people I assume I wouldn't want to date and swipe up and people who maybe are okay.  My guess is that I won't get very many matches.  It's gonna be fun.  Hopefully, I will give updates every week.

After the 28 unflattering days, I will try with normal pictures and bio for 14 days--2 weeks--and see if I can get just as many matches?  I don't know.  That kind of terrifies me.

Wish me luck,
Cami

Sunday, August 5, 2018

June and July are Somewhat Quotable

Sorry, some quotes are better than others.  And there are a few inside jokes from my family in here.

Cami: Then poop hit the ceiling.

Cami: Will you walk with me to the stake center?  With this between us?
Landon: That is a weird way to ask someone to help you carry a cooler.

Ally: I really like that everything is covered in cheese. Or dead animal.

Julia: Happy Fathers' Day.  You're a tool.

Cami: Guess I won't call Dad for Fathers' Day since I can't give him any better news.

Kailon: But stinky we don't have access to that shed anymore.
Cami: Stinky we don't.

Griffin: Where is Subatomic Zero?

Emmett: We were trying to come up with names for Cherise's future children. Chysanthemummianog.
Cherise: Or Runta.
Emmett: Chrysanthemummianog's favorite phrase is, "What the henchickenabobby?"

Griffin: Then crap hits the flan.

Griffin: What if someone waxed their beard?
Cami: Then that would hurt really bad.
Cherise: Yeah.
Emmett: Then you would die instantly.

Cami: Meaty, not needy.
Griffin: That's what I said.
Cami: M-E-A-I-T
(long pause)
Cami: M-E-A-T-Y
Griffin chuckling: I didn't even realize.

Emmett: Come on hay boy.

Emmett: Come on Idaho man.

Emmett: Come on Canada. You can do it.  I believe in you.  I think they're drunk.
Cami: I think you're drunk.

Noah: I bet you're going to marry Emmett.
Cami: Ew. Gross.
Ashley: Emmett is her brother.
Noah: Ohhhh.

Emmett: It's scary 'cause when you have a baby, you could sleep and roll over them and they would die.  And Shaq could do that with his wife.

Griffin: You should teach it, so you can learn it to other people.

Emmett: Gyptian War.
Griffin: Egyptian War?
Emmett: Gyptian.
Cami: It's like you have gumption.  But not quite.
Emmett: No. Gyptian. It's when everyone gets two cookies, but you only get one.  Gyptian.

Griffin: The back of your head just looks stupid.
Cami: Well you look stupid from the front.
Cherise busts up laughing
Cherise: It's not even funny, but I'm laughing.

Cami: If that's what love is, I don't want it.

Reading about Moroni becoming a leader
Scripture: And he was only twenty and five years old
Cami (bitterly): Well good for him!

Rachel: Lighghee for prez.

Cami: I like the stick of butter.  It looks like a piece of poop.
(Cherise and Cami crack up)

Emmett: Beep.
Cherise: Same.

Cami: Grandpa, give me a Jack.
Grandpa: How about four tens?
Cami: Okay, well that was rude.

Grandpa: I'm trying to hurt Cami, but she's irrehurtable.


Also, if anyone wanted to know how the hugging experiment went, it didn't.  It failed.  Miserably.  That's it.

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

Quote-y Quotes

Quotes from the middle of March until the end of May

Cami: You just stared at your booger for five seconds.
Griffin: Yeah, what else would I do?
Cami: Throw it away.

Cami: Did you just toot on the cat?
Griffin: Yeah, it scared him.
(I later found out he was not the only one doing this.)

Astri: Guys, I've bee keeping this milk since *sniff*  blehhhhhhhh.

Cami: Do you want to see my dirty underwear?
Ami:  Yes.  Please.
(We found out there was a new style and I had already tried them out.  Nonetheless, I feel somewhat ashamed of myself for ever saying this.)

Johanna: Who put an umbrella over the cockroach?
Cami: That was me.
Johanna: Of course it was.


During a muddy, cold hike
Emmett: Help me Siri!

Roommate 1: Did you see how cute [certain boy] was at church?  I just couldn't stop staring at him.
Cami: Want to know who I couldn't stop staring at?
Roommates 1 &2: Who?!!
Cami: My dry legs! They're so flaky.

Lari: I just want to swim in this.
Cami: You'll be getting banana cake out of your britches for days.

Cami: How are the overalls working out for ya?
Cameron (showing the straps hanging down): Well they're more like underalls right now.

Emmett: He's a human butt.  He's literally a walking butt.

Emmett: The worst kind of correct is technically.

While looking at internet settings and trying to delete password history
Kailon: Betty Crocker has nine cookies.

Cami: We've got to get the coals.
Kailon: You mean the charcoal?
Cami: We'll get the char - coals.

Cami: Okay! We'll just...
Kailon: You're going to say something ridiculous.
Cami (whispered): We'll just starve.
Kailon: I always know you're going to say something ridiculous when you say, "Okay!"

Cami: I should probably see a therapist and get over it.
Carson: You could build a bridge and get over it.  An emotional bridge, but I don't know what you would use as building materials.
Cami: Because I don't have emotions.
Carson: Okay! Not what I meant.

Cami: Maybe we should end this relationship because it's kind of negative.
Elise: Cami just broke up with you.
Carson: We haven't even dated.

Emmett: And I left him a note that said, "Please stop. Thanks."

Coworker: How are you today?
Cami: Good.  (Then slightly to self) But I do regret my decision to come into work early today.
Kailon just busts up laughing

While flaking the rope after rappelling
Cami: Flaky, flaky.
Kailon: Buttery, flaky crisp.

Just a thought after climbing a little trail: Oh! I made it.  That's also probably what I'll say if I make it to heaven.

Elise: It feels like 70, but it's actually 70.

Cami: I need to grow out my hair.
2 minutes later
Cami: I have too much hair.

Sunday, February 18, 2018

My Dating Resume

This blog is dedicated to my family in Utah.  They have all contributed to this idea.  Emmett and Sarah had the original idea.  They told me that I should write about the dating resume.  And Cherise and Brittany really have wanted me to try dating apps, which I would say are similar to a dating resume.  Fun fact, I had a mutual account for three days.  It was rough.  I really don't want to do that ever again.  I have also been told that I am desperate, so I'll go with it.  Here is my process of making a dating resume.

This was difficult because what do you even put on a dating resume?  I copied my actual resume and tried to put in the information that would be pertinent to dating, and this is what I came up with:

Cami Turley
email | phone #

Education
Brigham Young University
Major: Recreation Management: Therapeutic Emphasis
Already Graduated & Have a Full-Time Job 

Certifications & Licenses
I don't think you need this to go on dates.  I think?  Is this something people want to know about me?

Related Experience
I have been on more than 7 dates and less than 20.

Hobbies/Interests
Bicycle Riding and Repair
Rollerblading
Music: Piano, Cello, Organ, and dabbling on my Banjo
Tennis
Polynesian Dancing

References
None



Yeah, that didn't work.  So, this is where the dating app stuff comes in.  What do people use on dating apps?  Height.  Weight.  Eye Color.  How awesome I look in a swimsuit.  (Seriously, why do people even use those pictures?  Ya nasties.)  I tried again, and this was the second result:

Cami Turley
email | phone #

Biological Information
Hair:  Brown/Blondish
Eyes: Green
Height:  5'7 1/2"
Weight: 150 lbs

Family Information
Parents: Dad, Stepmom; My mom died when I was 15, and yes, I make dead mom jokes.
Siblings: 4 biological, 5 step; I am the second oldest.
Extended: I see them all the time.  Lots of cousins, aunts, and uncles.

Education & Occupation
BYU
Recreation Therapist

Hobbies/Interests
Bicycle Riding and Repair
Rollerblading
Music: Piano, Cello, Organ, and dabbling on my Banjo
Tennis
Polynesian Dancing
Running Awkwardly in Front of Cars
Making Bird Noises

Life Goals
I would love to be a mom.  If that doesn't happen, I have quite a few things that I would love to do.  I would love to continue to work in Recreation Therapy.  I am applying to Masters Programs currently.  I love writing, as evidenced by my blog and think it would be awesome to write a few books.  I am an avid church goer and plan on going for the rest of my life.  I love God, and He probably has a way different plan for me than I have for myself.  He's slowly letting me in on some of His secrets for my life and eternity.



This will get the boys linin' up to date me.  I think the most convincing part is the dead mom jokes.  Or the running awkwardly in front of cars.  You know, I think it looks great.  I should probably leave the references part in because that wouldn't get weird at all.  Anyway, if this doesn't have the boys lining up, I'll be a contestant on the Bachelor.  Or I'll look into cat adoption.  Or maybe join a convent.  OR I can just live my life as I have been living it thus far.  Being single ain't that bad.  And you know what, I don't think God is mad at me for being single.  I have a lot to look forward to in my future.  I have tons of adventures waiting.  (And I'm only 24, so I have years and years and years.)

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