Goals

If you write down your goals on a social networking platform, you're more likely to actually go through with them. So, here it goes...

• Don't die.
• Kill a spider.
• Get over irrational hatred for ants.
• Get in a bar fight.
• Save a life.

Okay. Those aren't really goals.

But I do have a goal that I'm setting, but won't be starting until it gets cooler/my neurologist says it's okay.

But I'm going to start running. 

I SAID IT.

IT IS HERE.

IN WRITING.

I'M GOING TO DO IT.

My Bachelorette Prediction:

With only 6 contestants left, I'm starting a new kind of post on my blog. For those of you who read my twitter know how I get into The Bachelor/ette. Sadly, this season, I haven't be too crazy with the live tweeting when I watch the week's episode like I was with Ben's Season of The Bachelor, but I still feel like you can get a decent amount of Emily Maynard tweets.

It's no secret that I hated last season, and I'm surprised with all the feelings I had that I didn't blog about my fierce hatred for Courtney and my complete sadness that Kacie B. was eliminated because of her father. And Courtney's manipulative ways. Whore.

WELL - After taking notes the past seasons of The Bachelor, The Bachelorette, and Bachelor Pad, this is my official prediction on who will get The Final Rose this season of The Bachelorette and why:

Jef Holm - and no, I don't say this because I tend to be fond of hipsters, and he has the look of a hipster, persona of James Dean, and is a sweet man inside (from what we can tell on national television), but I say this because of a few simple facts:

• Bentley. Remember on Ashley's season, that douche bag/tool that was only on the show to promote his day care in SLC? Remember how he left week 3 and came back during week 6? Remember how that night she had a date with JP? Guess who is marrying Ashley? J freaking P. Joseph Gordon-Levitt look alike. He was there during her time of heart break. He was patient with her. And he treated her with kindness, respect, and eventually love. Or whatever this show produces that seems to be more than lust, but I don't believe that it's really love. 
• He impressed her on NIGHT ONE. Remember during Ben's season when what's her face came riding in on a horse? She was the runner up to the evil Courtney. But I still refuse to acknowledge her because she's not Kacie B. But he impressed her, riding in on a skateboard, then throwing it away like a total bad-a. He had my heart then, too. 
• He doesn't really fight for her attention. It really actually bothered me that Doug, even though he didn't actually hear Kalon talk about how her daughter was baggage went ahead with the glory to tell Emily. IT WAS JEF WHO KALON WAS TALKING ABOUT IT WITH IN THE FIRST PLACE. Seriously? I mean, I get it, I totally get it. Doug, you're a single dad. You would want to kick this guy's white rear if he was talking about your son as baggage, but it was NOT your place. Jef, who actually heard it, didn't need to fight for Emily's attention and tell her on a group date as a pathetic attempt to get a rose. (Can you tell I don't really like Doug?)
• He's not petty. Like Vienna. Case closed.
• And he looks like James Dean.
• And he's sweet.
• I've already said both of those. I don't care. It's my blog.

But look at this guy, if Emily ends up not giving him the final rose, I'll go find him. 

Jef Holm, I'm yo fangirl.

Cliche Holiday Blogpost

Today, as most everyone is well aware of, is Father's Day. Everyone was expressing their gratitude towards their father's publicly, and I've never really done this. As of the past 2 years, I've been trying to stay away from being a cliche facebooker, even though I know I'll post something cliche/dumb/mainstream/plain stupid, there's a few things I try to stray away from doing: wishing everyone happy holidays, did you see the basketball game (but I totally did, HEAT), vaguebooking (which I have been doing lately. SORRY. I just had to be dumb and check in at the hospital then tell no one why I was in said hospital. I had a seizure, in case you all were curious), and posting things about my non-existent boyfriend and how amazing my non-existent boyfriend is and how I love him after dating 30 minutes.

I save that for twitter! Holler.

But today, I will be writing a cliche blog about how lucky I am to be spawned from my father.

Even though my parents were both raised in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, people make mistakes, and sometimes these mistakes turn into babies. That's me. I'm one of those kids. My dad married my mom to make things right, and they both did the best they could for a long time. They even raised another awesome son together! Just think of it, the world wouldn't have ME or Clayton Larsen if our parents didn't diddle it before marriage. Most of your lives wouldn't be that different, but who knows what would happen to some of the people I'm really close to.

So, now that you have that piece of information, it's easy to figure out that my parents are divorced. My home became a 3 member house hold around my junior year of high school. Me, my brother, and my dad, who ultimately took on a large role in my life. Without my mom really being around, my dad began taking on a mothering role in mine and my brother's lives. Sure, my mom was still around to help sometimes, but I could count on getting places, being fed, gas money, clothes money, school money, etc. from my daddy. 

In my life, if I find myself in a sticky situation, I know, in the end after trying to problem solve, I can turn to my father. There's so many things that he's helped me out with. He even helped me with my last class I needed to graduate from high school. He helped me finish my senior memory book, yes, that means my father helped me with a scrapbooking project. 

He honestly should have all but killed me for so many stupid things I've done. I technically have committed grand theft auto, taking out the car that ended up being mine out for rides when I was not a licensed driver, and just had my permit. He's caught me, and I'm seriously so surprised that I'm not dead from that. When he found out how many times I ditched my math class junior year, I'm surprised he helped me with my class senior year when I needed to re-take it. And that he didn't kill me. I'm surprised he paid for the garage door that broke after I backed into it with his Ford F-150 and didn't make me pay for it. I'm always going to be surprised he hasn't made me pay him back for the year when every single month my phone bill was 100 dollars or more over what he should be paying. Or the one time the land line bill was 600 dollars from the time I dropped my phone in the toilet and I needed to talk to my boyfriend of the time every night. 

I know my dad loves me more than anything. He shows his love for me every day. Every day is Samantha Day when it should be the other way around. I run to him with so many problems. Every day I should be celebrating my dad! Not just this one day in scolding hot June! 

Daddy, I love you. You're the best daddy I could ever ask for! 

The one about the ants.

It's that time of the year again - the time of year when it's starting to get a little too hot outside, and creepy crawlies make their way into their own little paradise: our homes. Our homes have everything they want! Cool air, fresh food, and plenty of places to hide.

Last July, my creative mind, dark past, and nightmares gave you this gem. The story of how I came to hate the demon seed on this earth known as ants. I like to believe that when I wrote that, all the ants would know that I blogged about them, and would stop vacationing in my house. I mean, I was just hoping for that, but alas, they returned.

I don't really feel the need to kill ants outside of my home, usually. But there's the occasion when I could be sitting in the grass reading, and one casually crawls onto my book, or leg, or arm, or is even in the same area as me. It needs to die.

My house is victim once again to this nightmare. My kitchen and bathrooms. I conveniently sleep with a can of Raid, so the second I saw one making its way up my shower wall, not only did I scrub my shower with bleach to get rid of the scent it leaves behind, but I took my handy dandy can of raid, and I made a barrier between my room and the rest of the house.

I feel like this summer, victory is mine. You know, except for the spider bite I'm pretty sure I got 2 weeks ago. For those of you know me well, spiders are one of my worst fears. So this was like one of my worst fears coming true. There was a spider somewhere in my room. It feasted upon my flesh. Can I die from this?

The one about Erin.

This is Erin Eleyse Anderton Bybee. Most of you know she is my best friend in the whole world. I've known her for going on 9 years now. We met at an Achievement Days pool party, and we were sitting in the hot tub making fun of the other girls together. Well, 9 years later, and she's making fun of me, and I'm making fun of her. 

But, despite our perfect meeting, Erin and I weren't "best friends" until my sophomore year of high school. We had been friends, and we have stories we can share before our epic best friendship began, like me falling off a cliff, almost dying, almost dying, almost dying, young women activities, and various random times we hung out. 

I always liked Erin before we got as close to where I could call her my sister. She was always nice to me, and in middle school, that meant the world to me. She always had Christ-like attributes, even when everyone else around her could have been telling her to not be nice or not be a genuine person. 

I feel very fortunate to have been the only one in our group of friends at the time to have the same lunch as her going on 7 school years ago. It was probably the only real thing I'll ever consider lucky in my life. We were able to bond in that 30 minutes, which led to hanging out after school, telling secrets, spending hours together not in school or church. It led to her joining choir. It led to me finding another family for when I would be in a time in my life where I felt like I didn't have a family to go to. 9 years ago, I would have never known that any of this would happen. That I would be a part of a duo. The Sam and Erin duo. 

Over these years of laughing, joking, fighting, crying, talking, and just being in complete silence together because there were no words needed, she didn't just become my best friend. She became the sister I always wanted, that I always asked my parents to adopt, that I always said I would share everything with, but never got, you know, in legal terms. But I did get the sister I always wanted. I got the family and backbone that I needed to be my own person. Erin Anderton hasn't just been my best friend. She's been a teacher, a loving person, and one of the greatest examples of a person in my life. She's my best friend, and the love I have for her rivals my love for a lot of things. Like food, boys, Harry Potter, my dog, shoes, online shopping, Cafe Rio, powerade, Las Vegas summer heat, Hawaii, New York, cabins, lions, and many more things. Basically, I love her a lot. And when I get married, there's a possibility that I might love her more than my future husband. So, here is some choice photos of us. (and others)

(This was our very first picture we actually took together and not as a group at a church activity!)

I'm definitely lucky, proud, and so grateful that Mrs. Bybee as my best friend!