Snowball

So I went to my first snowboarding lesson on Saturday. And instead of snowboarding, I puked. Awesome. Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-altitude.

Better luck next time. I settled for a snowball fight and falling asleep in the car instead.

Absolutely loving being back in Colorado. Loving my new host family and getting to know a whole new part of the mile high city. And more than anything, (yes, even MORE than seeing Little Jonas) LOVING that my Mumma is coming to visit me in 14 sleeps! Happy Valentines Day to me! I'm so excited to see her. A little scared that I may, just maybe, perhaps, possibly, will want to sneak into her suitcase and go back with her... Hmm. I'll try to control myself. I'll just have to keep reminding myself that there's no Ben & Jerry's or Pink Lemonade waiting for me back in lil old Adelaide.




Meanwhile, for all you haters, Nick Jonas & The Administration put on a pretty decent show. This was due largely to the fact that "The Administration" consists of John Fields, Michael Bland, Tommy Barbarella, and Sonny Thompson. And of course the fact that Little Jonas ditched his not so talented brosefs, and began channelling Robin Thicke, JT and Mr Mayer. Majorly devo that David Ryan Harris kicked it on the album, but not on the tour. Bummer. Still. He's on the album. Smile.

I am officially addicted to Goobers. Bad name. Good candy.

"Snow day. School's closed and I can't wait. Go outside, and I just might, get into a snowball fight. Snowball snowball snowball fight..." JIMMY FALLON

Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want

So much can change in a week.

This time last week I was watching SNL... and FREAKING out. I'd matched with a new host family back in Colorado and was pretty stoked about getting out of MD. That is, until they jumped on Google, read about my fabulous family history, and gave me the boot. Uhoh. Looked like I was gonna have to pack my millions of suitcases and head back to Australia.

With only a week left to find a new job before being booted off US soil, I was almost to the point of not giving a toss. So over all the drama. But I still really really really didn't feel ready to go "home"

So torn.

Kinda ready to just get on a plane. Kinda ready to run away from immigration. Kinda ready to just give up.

Enter desperation road trip with Owl City's METEOR SHOWER on repeat for 6 hours. The lyrics hammered me. And I just knew.

The next day I get this insane call. From a family that wants me to go work for them. In Colorado. And I cannot believe the opportunity that has just fallen in my lap. For anyone who knows what my ultimate is, what I truely want to do with my life, (besides stalk musicians and win many critics choice awards) you'll know why I am so messed up, ah, in a good way, by what this family does. And the fact that I'll be smack bang in the middle of all of this.

www.preciouschild.org

So all I know is... I'm about to be living with, working for, and just basically surrounded by people living out my dreams.

Pretty sweet huh.

"Good times for a change... Haven't had a dream in a long time." THE SMITHS


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Here Comes The Sun

Vegas baby. Goodbye snow. Hello everything else. Including Sunshine.

(Yes, I refuse to use a Katy Perry song for this blog)

8 days in Vegas. 7 nights at the Hard Rock Hotel. Good hotel. Annoying staff. But GOOD hotel. Honestly. Go stay there for just one night to experience the beds. Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Day One: Pink Taco margaritas will blow your mind. Wow. No wonder we slept for like 15 hours. We literally jumped into bed for a nanna nap at like 4pm and woke up the next morning. Oops.

Day Two: Room Service & Landon Pigg on film. Perfect combo. Ok. we've been in Vegas for 24 hours and haven't hit the strip. It's time. Off to Cirque Du Soleil, The Beatles Love. Ridiculously good show. Everything about it was just crazy. Crazy good. Gah. Post show cocktails in Revolution: The Beatles Lounge. First friend. Too funny. How many times did he ask if we'd ever been to South Africa. What The. Exploring time. Water shows are cool. Laughing at douche bags is also cool.

Day Three: Ink. At Hart & Huntington. Gosh it's good having EVERYTHING in our hotel. Ironically Janelle held my other hand during the oh so quick process. IN & OUT. Hooray. Ok, by now I'm like, gahhhh my arm. I'm such a girl. The only cure? A three hour Office-a-thon and the best Sushi I've ever seen/had in my life. Really. It was so pretty.

Day Four: Hey taxi, take us to the mall. Nah I'd rather just drive you around aimlessly and take all your coin. Pfft. Jared Leto magazines- SCORE! Get your Italian on, BUCA. I honestly expected my Nonna to pop out of the kitchen. She did not. BB King Lounge. Oh what's this? Kris Allen doing a secret show? Ok. Um. Brilliant. I'll take it.

Day Five: Look out. It's New Years Eve. Major sequin & glitter overload. Downed an entire bottle of Patron. Killer show at The Joint, Mayer Hawthorne to start things off. If you don't know him, you should. He's just utterly brilliant. Hit him up on iTunes. You're welcome. The the one and only Bob Saget (yes, Danny Tanner from Full House fame) strolls out to introduce The John Mayer Trio. Slightly excited. Rang in the new year with Mr Mayer & Co as balloons with JM3 picks in them fell from the sky. I can honestly say it was the BEST new years ever. Mayer out, time to party! Ripped up the Wasted Space dance floor to MJ, Bon Jovi & Journey. Ohhhh yehhhh. More new friends & weirdos. Got waved the $150 cover to Vanti's opening night thanks to SHAFT. Brilliant.

Day Six: New Years Day in the US is officially called National Hangover Day. I guess that's why they get away with airing 24 hour Summerland marathons. No complaints. Hit up In & Out (yes again) with my favourite story teller, Jarryd Burns. Our hats were super cute. Drinks & Sundaes & some good tunes at The Hard Rock Cafe. Scrubs. Dave Franco is a riot. Another round of Candyland? Perhaps some Guess Who Misses You? Booyah.

Day Seven: In the words of Robin Sparkles "Let's go to the mall." SALES!! Adventures on The Strip with an overload of M'n'M's. Wig On. Check. David Spade. Live. Too funny. Like beyond bonkerdom. I laughed so hard I almost cried my false eyelashes off. Back to Wasted Space for round two. Met the best crew. Too much fun! big shout outs to some Indian dude who bought us drinks, Eddy with a Y, Ryyyyyan, & that dude who let me bet & lose his money. We had a blast. Best last night of anything ever!

Day 8: Go Johnny, go go go. The last supper with Janelephant, Johnny Rockets we love you and your refillable soda. Big tearful airport goodbyes suck all kinds of things. Boo.

I miss you already ya minga.

"Here comes the sun. Here comes the sun. And I say, it's alright..." THE BEATLES

It's Christmas! Let's Be Glad!

We had a white Christmas.

Let me rephrase, we had a white Chrismukkah.

That would be 8 days of presents, and 1 day of MANY presents.

We are not Jewish. We just like presents. And Seth Cohen.

And boy did it snow. Lucky for Janelle she had her Santa onesie to keep her warm... And I had my Jacob Black Christmas stocking to keep me.. ahh, to keep me happy?? Ok, actually, skyping in with my family, showing them the snow, and watching Zeke, Trin and Lij open their presents was what really made me happy.

On Christmas Eve we hit up some local church for carols and a Christmas service. It was so pretty, with lots of lights and amazing decorations. And they shared stories of giving in the community, it was nice to see the true meaning of Christmas being spread. That's when it started to feel like Christmas... Christmas fettucini, PRESENTS, Chrismukkah OC episode & RENT with Elisha & Janelle. Hooray. Good.

Christmas morning! "Goo goo, gah gah, bikey" Southern Comfort Eggnog + Peter Alexander Christmas Slippers + Candyland + Christmas stockings = a very good Christmas morning. Now to attempt cooking Christmas lunch without my mother. Eeeeeek. Lucky I'm fabulous. Candy the yams baby, it's on. Plus Elf was playing in the background. Best Christmas movie ever. "SANTA!!! I KNOW HIM!"

Meanwhile, Christmas evening was actually too funny to put into words. I don't know if I can do it justice. Crashed a family shindig, thanks Peggy! Probably the greatest group of people in the world, 10 points to Elisha for having the funniest jazzercise instructor in the universe. MORE WINE? Seriously. The Rent sing-a-long will go down in history as one of my favourite Christmas memories of all time.

Christmas 2009, you were a winner.

"Since it's Christmas let's be glad, even if your life's been bad, they're presents to be had. Take a walk out in the snow, and hear Santa's ho ho ho." SUFJAN STEVENS