I am here to ask a favor. A plea in the name of fitness (and apparently the Beatles, by the looks of the title. Cool that we can now, seeing as Beatles downloads on itunes are now possible). Here's the thing, I am teaching a couple of fitness classes next semester. GASP! I wish I had a better onomatopoeia for that, but I can't think of one. In order to graduate in my chosen field the department uses and abuses us and forces us to give free fitness classes to University employees. In all honesty I am not bugged at all, I'm actually quite excited. Mmmm, pardon, I WAS excited, that is until I found out one of the classes I have to teach is a spin class....two spin classes. I am crazy nervous. I suck at spin. False, I look semi handi-dis-capable when I am in a spin class. They kick my butt and actually cause my sweat glands to bear their ever-sparing fruits, (I never sweat, it's a bummer, I like it when I do, makes me feel like I'm working hard and makes other people believe it as well).
Anyway, to the point, at last: I have no music. My computer, no offense pappa who lovingly purchased it for me, is a P.O.S (abbreviated for piece of ****) and keeps crashing, so I've stopped putting my music on it. So, here is my dilemma, the best spin classes, in my opinions begin and end with music selection. So, I am here, on my knees, begging you please (april, that was my shout out to your boys Boyz II Men...or is it All4One? They're all the same) help me. I am asking for you to share with me your favorite songs, the ones that get you moving, your 'go-to's' on your run or at the gym. The ones that help you clean the house with a titch of a better attitude. Ya know? Those songs. Anyway, I would love to get a good variety and possibly learn of some good diddys I didn't know about before.
So, with this final plea I ask for your help, dear cyber comrades. Plus, kind of fun to see what people listen to, right?
December 11, 2010
Posted by rachelle at 7:39 PM
December 8, 2010
So, I have no Thanksgiv pics or neat new things that have any prevalence to this wonderful season, partly because I never take the pics at family outings...I'm far too busy standing in front of the camera, giving cute little boys hope everywhere that they can someday grow up and look devastatingly good looking. But, huh um, sisters.....I would appreciate some pics so people believe me when I say I have a family. My lack of evidence is starting to look fishy.
Anyway, I do have an experience I would like to share with you all. It begins so beautiful, full of hope and then, without explanation it takes a turn for the terrifying. We shall call it the nightmare before christmas. Copyright? I say nay, the publishing big wigs will never catch me.
So, I hate snow. Harsh, yes, but I really do. I like the occasional snow we would go play in at kolob or the one day in Hurricane it would snow enought to build a snowman, until noon when it would be reduced to midget-dom. But I'm no good at snow boarding or skiing and I haven't found my personal money tree to make it feasible. But, last year I came to find that snowshoeing was delightful. I actually quite enjoyed it. Thus this year I have decided to do it regularly so I can join the freaks and get all giddy when it is a blizzard outside.
So me and lenny rented some shoes and decided to skip a class or two and hit the trails and we were just two happy little guys excited to get some sore muscles and see some of God's cool art when we saw
Oh, and I did a school project about body image and I used this pic and it made me smile literally all day. So, here is my christmas card to the rest of you, allow George Castanza to adorn your fridge and christmas tree and fill your season with joy, love, and hair...lots of body hair.
Posted by rachelle at 8:44 PM
November 8, 2010
Did we just become best friends?!
As you can see I was a construction worker, damn my orbicularis muscles! I can' whistle and it threw off the whole authenticity of the ensemble. But I made due.
Judy sucks at being sinister
Total Count of How Many Times I Was Asked Either Directly or Indirectly if I Was Intoxicated
On the Dance Floor = 4
Weepie 3: YES PLEASE!
So I finally got to go see The Weepies in concert and I will try not to be too American and over dramatize everything in hopes of filling in for the shortcomings of other aspects of my life....BUT, it was AMAZING! The venue was perfect. Seriously perfect. I have hated every venue in salt lake I have been to as of late, plus SLC peeps have zip concert etiquette. Cowards. But The State Room is the way to go in my opinion.
They were amazing. Seriously the cutest couple I can think of. What a cool life they live too, sure, has its issues, but they seem to love it, hence I love it. But they were better live than they even are on the CD. Think I'm lying? I'm a mormon. I wouldn't.
I got some videos, but they suck. So youtube them, as is customary with this new generation anyway.
(Caitlyn, Brett, Leo)
My phone didn't exactly give me Hansel Adams quality. Sorry
(Me and Leo, 8 years and counting)
I am trying to love snow, so I'm getting excited about potentially snowshoeing this trail. Cross your fingers that my brain is dumb enough to get tricked.....doubt it, I'm crazy smart;)
Pic above is why me and senior hardly take smiling pics. Punch to the pride
We are the cutest boys this side of the Virgin River.
Posted by rachelle at 11:30 AM
October 15, 2010
So, I have a confession. For once I feel legitimate when using that word because it is actually something to do with my spiritual well-being. I digress. Anyway, I, as I have been guided and directed to do since infancy, have prayed night and morning (ok, sometimes the morning one has seen small seasons of hiatus, don't judge) to the Big Guy. This has been one of the few things I have never really faltered in too much. Admittedly, it is probably a lot to do with the fact that I absolutely CANNOT sleep unless I perform my nightly ritual to exactness, wherein my prayers are apart of that ritual. Takes a bit of the 'kudos to chelle's salvation' out of it when you admit it to be a 'task.' Anyway, while I do not struggle with the doing portion, I somewhat struggle with the overall delivery....
I fall asleep when I pray, ok.
I fall asleep often.
(Here's the best pic I currently have to depict the cute little freak.
He recently returned from Paris)
Well, somewhere amongst those earth-shattering thoughts I was sharing with him, my mind started to wander a tad. It does that frequently, wish someone would have told me about riddelin a loooong time ago. Then, with the wandering came a smooth transition into a dream-filled sleep. I'm not sure what was going down but it was something BIG, cause I had a reason to jolt, VERY intensely. This jolt not only woke me up, but caused me to fling backwards and hit my head quite firmly on the bed post, causing me to knock myself over, hitting my head again on the nearby chair on the way down.
I now have a bruised head and an aching head ache. So I just layed on the floor for a while and giggled. Heavenly Father seriously has a pretty good sense of humor.
Heavenly Father: 1
Posted by rachelle at 10:33 AM
September 28, 2010
Good bye 477 S. 60 E. Hurricane, Utah.
663 S. 1300 E. Salt Lake City, Utah....I fare thee well.
You were great homes and I did dearly love the time we had together.
But I have found a new home, or should I say it has found me. It found me and chained my typed-out fingers to the soul-wrenching keyboard and hid me from the world of happiness and sunshine I once knew.
Hello library. I hope my residence here is short, but successful.
p.s. Could you please make the bathroom easier to do my nightly rituals in? My toothbrush can't seem to find its niche. Thanks.
Posted by rachelle at 2:41 PM
Whenever I get that urge to write in my journal, usually resulting from either an inspirational or flat out terrifying hell/fire/damnation lesson in a religious setting, I start and I find that with myself I am pleased. Yet, as my life somehow does, with no friendly reminders or pertinent warning signs, things just sort of pile up and I find that it has been 3 months since I last wrote. Now while this is no Y2K scare, ***(speaking of remind me to tell you about my awesome idea to have a y2k scare party, I have a lot of good things resulting from that molecular sparkle in my thoughts) it does pose a problem because I find that I don't want to write after the three months cause so much has happened and I feel overwhelmed by the idea of recapping everything. Thus the viscous cycle continues until after a year or two I decide to start anew with refreshed vigor and vim....but the cycle inevitably always repeats itself.
Nevertheless, it is thus with my blogging. So, to prevent myself from this demon of my memoirs, I will just vaguely recap and not care if you can follow along.
Rachelle, Readers Digest Version:
I am in school. I love school. No matter what I say when I am in the library on weekends doing a blasted lab study for a professor with small man syndrome and way too much 49er's memorabilia who refuses to allow anyone to have the right answer, I love school. I love being on campus and I love my majors/minor
For those of you who don't know, I am an Exercise and Sport Science Major- fitness leadership and also a Journalism major. Oh, and kick in a nutrition minor. I am always curious as to what people are learning in their majors and what classes they are taking. So, I might throw in some fun tid bits of things I am learning that I think are applicable to the general public if it so pleases you. I am particularly in love with my nutrition classes and while they are intense, they are neat.
I am currently registered in the following:
Exercise programming ( a lot of poking and running and measuring)
Exercise programming lab (A LOT of running, poking and measuring)
Soccer - yes, it's vital to my graduation:)
Cultural Aspects of Food - this class rocks, all we do is eat food from different countries for 2 hours once a week. Sometimes the big guy upstairs throws ya a freaking bone, if ya know what I mean.
I also got a job. A big boy job. Neat, huh? I work at Reporters Inc. It's a law reporting firm. For those of you who have ever seen me in an office setting this is perhaps allowing a few chuckles to flow freely from your lips.
But it's not too bad, the chicas I work with are stellar and I have only received 3 paper cuts and almost botched huge projects like once. I'm growing up so fast. Don't tear up mother.
I do desperately miss my homies at East High, I hope to make it back there occassionally cause I love those tinies.
There was the Avenues annual street fair this past week and I loved it. Full of hippies and cool home made things. Among these neat things were two gold mines. A-a frog selling shop which made me think of my mother and how her idea had offish been stolen. Sorry linnie, we shouldn't have made fun of you.
U fans are seer crazy fun and a wee bit obsessed. Love em though. Glad to be one
U of U game, the MUSS (mighty utah student section) is crazy balls. Pardon my language. They are insane nuts. Seer, the games are super fun and it helps that we are winning these days, also that coach whit is seriously attractive.
Result of Game.
Me and Senior at the game. He insisted on standing at the very top. We usually make a few crazy friends up there, so I don't blame him, minus the walk would challenge Lance Armstrong's lungs.
Senior got me these the day I moved back up. He shows his knack for sentimentality in the romantic note. The space thing and the burrito thing are a tad inside-joke ish.....as is the other parts. Dang.
Another find at the Avenues street fair. This dog drooled more than Erica on a camping trip. Seriously, buckets of drool. I wanted it super bad though. I really want a puppy.
So the other neat find at this street fair was this awesome school of rock, legit style. These kids rocked out and were crazy good and 7. I loved it. I tried to upload a video of them...but vulgar words resulted from the attempt. So no video
(love ya eric)
Random myspace pic. Jk. Is myspace still in existence? I'll ask the world wide web in a sec. But mostly I am showing off my newest purchase from the farmers market. I love this lady's jewelry http://www.elizabethplumbjewelry.com/ and I finally bought one. Don't ask with what money....I'd rather not discuss my poverty if you don't mind.
My summer consisted of this. This being Meg. She was my best buddy and my constant friend. Plus I wanted to bring that kitten home.
I resisted. Previous experiences told me I should resist.
Meg is now watching her for me. Safe? Probably not. But they both like cat food so I figure the kitty will think she is one of her. Minus that she tries to baptize the kittens. That little missionary.
I miss all the tinies. SUMMER, YOU ARE A COWARD AND CALIFORNIA IS DUMB. Bring those babies back please. Thanks.
OH, shout out to Madi. She got her ears pierced and didn't shed a single tear. I witnessed it. GOOD JOB MADI!
Posted by rachelle at 12:35 PM
August 3, 2010
Too soon to be counting down to Hawaii for Kip and Alli's nuptials?
I say nay
Bachelorette - I hate you. I now remember why I was a better person when I didn't have television.
Posted by rachelle at 1:06 PM
July 28, 2010
First and foremost, a confession. I have always made fun of these shows. Once again, karma is a bitter, unloved, emotionally barren wench (that quote is for you bev). But I have watched the past two episodes of this season's Bachelorette and I'm hooked. I'm honestly so into who she chooses. It's embarrassing. It's true. But I think she is cute and I like one specific male prospect and I'm upset to admit that I will be glued to the tv monday evening to see who she chooses.
Phew! I feel better having had admitted that.
Mateo making a dry-ice bomb. I think he finally found a group of people on his same brain waves. Sad.
Me and Lenny, aka Leah recently went for a gorgeous hike up by the narrows. Zion is gorgeous right now. Minus the flash flood warnings I highly suggest you pay it a visit.
Mateo and I doing our best to not show our eye color.
Oh, and we went to a ReAl game. Super fun. Thanks a mil Ashcracks (aka Ashcrofts) I recently had two stellar weekends up in the dirty slc. Matt and Melissa joined for the last one and we had a blast. Thanks for joinin me homies! I have no pics of them, but take my word that they seemed happy.
So good to be back in southern Utah:).
Andy and Mateo found eachother. Rachelle? Rachelle who?
My best friends down here = madi and meg. Everyday.
We recently went and saw the Jackson's new golden retriever puppies. Can you tell by the face that happiness and purpose were found?
I've been really into trail running lately. I'm addicted. I was going with my best good pal Jordan, (who's photography site has been updated and I HIGHLY recommend you check it out) and we'd been on some gorgeous runs. But, as we mere mortals often do, we got a little gung-ho in our endeavors and we did a hard run a few too many times that week. We tried to to do the same run again and our legs felt like a mixture between 3 day old Hunan City chow mein and Harry Potter's arm in the 2nd movie when Professor Lockhart takes the bone out.
Sorry. I digress.
Anyway, I ate crap after trying to run up a mountain of massive porportions and this is just the hand. My 'seat, rear, rumpus, boonie, butt, gluteus maximus, derriere, keister, caboose, what have you was also severly beat up. But I will spare you those photos.
Yes, I took photos.
wistful, don't ya think?
Mateo is a man of....well, B.S. A LOT of it. He makes up so much crap all day long that my trust issues have been magnified ten fold. Words, facts, etc. He makes me look like an honest Abe, which has NEVER happened.
Some of Mateo's best quotes in recent weeks:
Ellen deGenerus, Jim Halpart and Michael Buble are just a few of my fellow grads."
Back to puppy love.
Did I mention that I these girls are around? Cute little farts.
Cute photo. I miss those babies and Noah an insane amount. Move on back now Shlum. Thanks!!
Posted by rachelle at 11:54 AM