It's Official

after a year and a half on blogger support... i have decided to pull the plug on this blog and let it rest in peace.
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HAPPY DAY OF BIRTH JENTRY!

You taught me the art of comics and so naturally you get a comic of all comics!

I love you even though you force me to listen to reagay

yes, I am sure I spelt that wrong but that shows how much I hate it because I wouldn't ever care to google it to find the right spelling.

Actually, I did google it and I still couldn't figure out how to spell that stupid thing.

you let me be your wing man on fun dates

you are my confidence coach

you love a good adventure

you trained me for the Great Race

you love the spin park as much as me

you listen to cool kid music

you have been one of the hardest workers this summer.

Hentry, I love you and miss you dearly. You da bayest! Thanks for being a k.i.d. and jumping on beds.

Happy day of BIRTH!

I cant stop miss you.

p.s. no, I am not being rebellious, just super prepared ahead of time. 

Missing You Dearly

Well kids, it's that time! What feels like a couple of hours ago my mission countdown on my phone said Mesa D-80
Now it says
Mesa D-1
Weird. I am not sure exactly how I got here but I am sure glad I did.
I am still not sure if I will have one of my sisters post letters or not... details.

BUT

If you feel the desire to keep in touch through July:
Sister Rosemary Card
Arizona Mesa Mission
Provo Missionary Training Center
2005 N 900 E
Provo, UT 84604

And if at any point after July you want to make sure I haven't turned into a puddle on the sidewalk:
Sister Rosemary Card
Arizona Mesa Mission
6265 N 82nd St
Scottsdale, AZ 85250

L-O-V-E LOVE You!
See ya in 2012!
-yours

A picture over load for Liz Pug

We enter the MTC on the same day. Presh.

 the rockiest day on the lake in history, but I have never laughed so hard while being so wet and feeling like I needed to tro-up.

STADIUM OF FIRE

Day 1 of the best holiday in all the land

MARGRET!

So remember ages ago when I posted about my d-u-m-b english teacher who made me buy a d-u-m-b book for lots of money and then I never used it? Well I have been trying to get some money for it on Amazon.com or at a textbook store. No bones. So finally, two days ago I chucked it. And then I just got an email today from Amazon saying it had sold. MARGRET!

On the brighter side I went to Brooke and Jake Cook's wedding today... here are some happy pictures from the temple. More to come later.

palease notice SJ freckle on her lip. adore

its official

i suck at this blog.
i am trying to get used to not having it... among other things.
sorry charlie.
p.s. what do i do with this come July 7th?

it's ok! I am still 20

I have eight minutes of being 20 left so I bet post fast!


Quick story about the may last super dumb thing I did in my 20th year.

My mom has been working on the birthday/farewell party for ages. Seriously.

This morning I was trying to do my very best to be helpful so I was put in charge of making the Cafe Rio dressing. I was down to the very last ingredient and I thought "wow! I am so proud of myself. Usually by this point I have made some stupid mistake and totally screwed something up!"

The last thing in on the list was 5 cups of limes juice. So here I am juicin' limes for what feels like hours and my hands are turning raw. Are you aware what a small amount of juice comes from one lime? If not, just know it is very small.

So my mom walks through the room and I tell her that I am not sure if the giant bag of limes was going to be enough to make 5 cups. I had just poured in two cups and almost had another 2 ready to be added. She said we might need to go to the store and then walked out. The next thing I know my mom is briskly walking back in the room with that worried mom look and asks to see the recipe.

Basically, I am a fool.

It didn't call for 5 cups of lime juice.... just the juice of five limes!

Mind you I had done about 30 by this point!

Luckily I made my mom laugh before she could get mad enough to pour lime juice in my eyes (which would have been fine now that we have cups of it on hand).

D-u-m-b! d-u-m-b! dumb! dumb! dumb!

Luckily, the dressing is just a little thin and has some extra kick to it. All is well. After all, 20 year olds are expected to dumb stuff right?

 

when....

I'm not going to say "when I get back" BUT when I get back...

I am buying myself one of these whether my bank account likes it or not.

AND when I say "one of these" I dont mean a car in general.

I mean that b-e-utiful hunk of love.

Seriously though, I am in love!

My sister likes me

This is my lovely big sister Sarah.

She writes really nice posts about me.

I love her.

She taught me every single thing I know.

life in the fast lane with Mike Card

Dad : Mike Joseph Card

bad kid. gave an old woman a heart attack. sent burning tires down the freeway. put a turkey neck in my bed and dirty dishes in hailey's. puts his dirty socks in lizzie's pillow case. works harder than ya'll. drove a vegas cab. paints stuff. good lookin' stuff that is. picked up an old drunk lady on the side of the road and then she peed in our car. taught us all how to correctly sing song " abcdEFG! ".Sting. never forced us to be sports kids. knows how to curl hair. still misses Dale. secretly loves Archie as much as I do. Daddy-o. I just called to say I love you. The Eagles.  Walks. Has worn the same jeans for as long as I can remember. worn spot in all his pants from his wallet. Dog-erty. Mirror. Patient.

Me: Hi, Dad! How is life?
Dad: Well Rose, today I got up, used the bathroom, and put on my pants all by myself so I guess life if pretty good!

Thoughts are things.

Today's Sacrament Meeting Highlights:
primary child a: I love my dad because he rocks.
primary child b: I love my dad because he takes me camping.
primary child c: I love my dad because he slaps me in the face.

priceless. Happy Father's Day!

the first of many beach posts

i am here visiting them

more to come...

so many cheesy 1-2-3 jump pictures that you may tro- up

just in case

you have yet to laugh today

I'm in California for a week... hence posts will be few and far between, but worth it to be sure.

I will tell the ocean you say hi!

Can we say farewell to the whole farewell?

Yesterday I realized that I am going to have to give a "farewell" talk. woof.
No one really expects much from the 19 year old boys.

"Yeah, Yeah, come back in two years when your frontal lobe is fully connected and then maybe we will listen to you."

But 21 year old girls... well their brain is mostly fully developed  and they have been to a couple of years of college. My sister Hailey's farewell was stunning. She had just graduated from the Y and is amazingly well read. I on the other hand... the pressure is on.

uhg. i am scerd!

Peace Out Provo

Today I move out of my cute little apartment for one.
I am going to miss
my cheap little mugs that are stained pink around the rim from my lip gloss.
Thinking on my counter top.
being scared of my neighbors
being able to relate a Hannah Montana song to the gospel
BYU Benefits
The Girls
the boys
A3
my walks to the temple
PROVO TEMPLE
making fun of couples
late night chats on my steps
The Sun SHINE couch
copying people's wack dance moves at parties which leads to making friends with real gems
the lib square pool ( NOT lib square)
ward crushes
living so near to fellow major leaguer 

O Provo

Ok, but I am not sure what four letter word could be properly used in that sentence...

and is anyone at all surprised that Jeff. 14 is single?

I get such a kick from the clever things people name their itunes library when they are in a public place. It's kinda like when everyone got email for the first time and it was a competition to see who could come up with the funniest and most slightly scandalous email address in school. 

Liberty Square seems to be home quite the characters.

Mother Told Me by Elder Bradley D. Foster

"a distraction doesn't have to be evil to be effective--sometimes it can just be shade."

Well, crap.

O that looks fun! false.

While on a recent juice run, we decided to get some ice cream to eat on the dugout. I got so excited to see a new brand with a cute pup on it! False. It is dog food ice cream. Really? Really.

A. Do dogs really need ice cream?
B. On a scale from one to ten how smart is it to be selling dog food right next to human food?
3. You bet your bottom dollar I am buying this for Archie as soon as I move home.

p.s. how do you feel about the fact that this blog has turned into the aventures of Kelli and Rosie? I love it too.

2 Girls and a Bee

Kelli and I went on the most perfect of all hikes today. It was magical... all except a bee decided to join in the fun. I realized how much I am going to miss this place and long talks.

Why, I'd never!

I have friends that are married.
Weird, right?
Well I have heard a few things said that I vow my prince and I will never say! The list is growing but I will just share two.

His: Referring to me as his "shorty" *
Hers: Starting a sentence with "My husband won't let me..."

Kelli and I love being single so much that we get a high when we see marrieds. We also love texting and FB chatting at the same time.

In due time. In due time.

* found on an old ward boy's FB "Being in love rocks - I would highly suggest it for all those out there who are unsure if they wanna do it. It's ESPECIALLY awesome when you're in love with someone who's really, really, REALLY hott like my shorty!!!" woof. Feel free to want to do serious physical damage to him

The Tocks A Tick'n

In 35 days... I repeat 35 days I report at the MTC! woof

That is so berry soon!

More than ever I am going to have a grand ole time. This is my last weekend in this little town they call Provo and let me tell you, it is going to be a ball! 

The events and play-dates are scheduled. 

No room for bitter buffs here. Feel free to join the show at any time.

I can't wait for lunch and a play-date today with a very much missed A3.

Shhh... 

Don't tell him I have our day planned out even down to the couple minute stroll though the MOA,

I think he would no show if he knew!  

post script

I am in no way liking this goodbye thing.

I like my job too much.

Well, Kelli needs to be in the driver's seat...

     After a great day of pool, pizookie, and puppy and after Kelli informed me that my apartment smells like a morgue (due to the flood) we walked over to Boy Scout's house. Remember him? He is the one that I made a complete fool of myself in front of by sending him a text meant for Kells right after he asked me out. He is great but he is in Europe for three weeks so we decided to pay the roommates a visit. 
     Now I will have you know that after the first time I met these boys I just loved 'em.  As soon as we got to their house we joined what they call "the home-teaching train." Basically they take a giant boom-box and plates of cookies to the girls in their ward and dance the entire time. Naturally, Kelli and I joined them.We spent the entire night watching these gems dance in their living room and basically just entertaining us.    
     At one point it slipped that Kelli and I are major Celine fans while driving her car and have actions to several songs. One roommate instantly stood up, turned on his ipod to a Celine playlist, and arranged two chair in the middle of the room so Kelli and I could take our seats in the "car." We then proceeded to spend the entire night singing with the boys to Celine Dion at the top of our lungs till some married man had to come and crash our party. We especially enjoyed watching one roommate that happens to be the little brother of a celebrity who is famous for doing a certain dance in a certain movie and it is completely obvious that such talent runs in the family.
     Don't you love it when you find the most perfect, most hilarious, most good at stuff apartment of boys one week before you leave? Ya, me too.

How to Londy It!

For those of you who want to be as cool as the bazillions of girls that go to London on study abroad, I want you to all know exactly what you are getting yourself into. It is actually heaps of work!

Here is just a small dose of all of your responsibilities as a Londoner.

a. upload just over 30,000 pictures of you are your fellow Londoners in rain boots and trenches
b. out of the 150 FB albums at least one of them must have the word "Londy" or "London Town" in the title
c. visit Harry Potter-esk places and take pictures in thick rimmed glasses
d. eat fancy little cakes on white cake stands (and take pictures to prove that you did it, ob-v)
e. take "1-2-3-JUMP!" pictures in fancy-pants parks
g. wear a navy blue blazer with some sort of crest on it on a regular basis
h. make people like me so incredibly jello of your life that they have to block you from their facebook news feed
j. your FB status must always include some magical place that you are going to visit. i.e. Big Ben here we come! 

Told ya, it is a really tough job.

Please Forgive

Dear Blog World,
Sorry I have been such a lame sauce blogger these days. Now that I am out of school, I suddenly have less time (or need) to blog AND most importantly, my exposure to people doing blog worthy things has taken a serious nose dive. And for my last excuse... once this happens I just have a hard time getting on my computer at all.

I think this is just about the worst thing about the end of the month... and when the little bar that tells me how many text messages I have used is completely red and starts counting in bold how many text messages I have gone over.

So for today I leave you with a video of what my plans include for this weekend.



-Yours

Have you ever?

-sat on your bedroom floor just to think
-painted you nails on your kitchen counter while you watch two plumber cracks tear out your soggy wet dog smelling carpet
-taken a red Popsicle to someone to say thanks
-gone out with a complete gentleman (this one is such a treat)
-had your apartment flood moments after you thought to yourself "now my apt is all clean and smells delish!"
-analyzed everything (word, thought, action)with your best friend
-not been excited for the weekend

-just wished you could spend one more (or 100 more) afternoon eating gelato here

-or here.

Up On The Countertops

I have a new love... it is waist high, light brown, and has a crack running down the side, and is my countertop.
I just cant get enough of my countertop
I think my couch, floor, bed, and table are starting to be bitter buffalos
I watch movies on my countertop
I eat healthy on my countertop
I read on my countertop
I watch episode after episode of Top Gear on my countertop
I blog on my countertop
I play with my guitar on my countertop
I stalk on my countertop
I look out the window on my countertop
I eat red popsicles that make my lips the perfect shade of pink for hours
Call me crazy but sometimes there is nothing better than sitting Indian style on a countertop
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esp when your apartment is flooding

just a little something to warm your heart on this wintry May morning

When I was younger all I wanted was to take "farmer lessons." My mom told me that I would have to pick something like dance or soccer because there was no such thing. I knew this was a filthy lie because how else would farmers learn to be farmers?! Duh Mom, I'm not that dull. Sadly, as much as I protested I ended up in a leotard and leather ballet slippers rather than overalls and kickers. I had to settle with having multiple birthday parties and Wheeler Farm.

Bet cha didn't know....

That I am a total wizard on paint!

Today

Today I miss them and can't wait to sing to Owl City with them on the beach.

p.s. If you are a true Owl City fan you will understand the bird and worm shirts I made them when they abandoned me.

Love everything about them.

Today I want to eat my boss's birthday cake.

I freaking love the people I work with.

Best. Job. Ever.

Yesterday I posted the dumbest sign ever created.

Today I post DA BAYEST sign ever know to man.

This is what you find when you knock on a strangers door and ask for a drink of water because you have been dancing the night away in the courtyard. 

I like this place.

Stupid Sign

Seriously?

Live like you are dying... or going on a mission

While driving around, Kelli made a very wise observation. Due to the fact that I leave in 49 days I can and should do basically whatever I want.

"It's like you're dying!"

Now is the time for some small experiments, social tests if you will. After all, it they fail miserably I probably will never have to face the people involved again. This will neat. I am all of a sudden feeling very brave. (Cue Fearless by T-Swift)

So here is a partial list of things to do and experiments to test:
Go to that fancy pizza place (with Kells and Jentry ob-v)

Not care a.k.a. go on dates and not have major butterflies

Take a friend to Secret Lake and The Waterfall

Be drop-dead bold
                                    Chat it up with strangers at the pool


I am going to do the things that I sometimes think "I wish I could just __________!"