Truth Tuesday

• The truth is, I don't have time to blog today. Sorry. Maybe I'll have more time after finals. Thanks for being so understanding.

• Also, it drives me nuts that there are no apostrophes on the "its" in this quote, because there should be. But it describes how I feel perfectly. Total brain sneeze. So I am letting the bad grammar slide just this once.

A Birthday Getaway

Know what's not cool? Having a birthday during Finals Week. And that's been my husband's birthday for the last several years. Hallelujah that this time next year we won't be pulling all-nighters, writing papers, studying until our eyeballs fall out, and barely having time for dinner (well, hopefully). Today is BWell's birthday and we were able to fit in a birthday lunch and some cupcakes. Now we won't see each other again until probably 10 or 11 (or until morning if I am a good girl and go to bed when I'm supposed to. . . early work makes me have an early bedtime). 

I knew we wouldn't have much time to celebrate today. So about a month ago I had this rebel moment where I was like, "Screw studying. Curse finals." And I planned a weekend getaway to St. George. It was such a joy on Friday afternoon when Brian opening his box full of travel snacks, JT's new cd (gotta have road trip tunes), and a poster that read, "Good for a weekend stay in St. George". And just like that, we packed a suitcase and skipped town. So I can't say we got much studying in over the weekend. However, we did fit in plenty of hiking, pool time, and I even got my first sunburn of the year. 

We hiked Angels Landing in Zion National Park. It was seriously a delight. It was especially a delight scaling along the steep slab of rock at the top, hanging onto chains for dear life, and thinking about the several people who have slipped to their death on that same stretch of the journey. 

In all seriousness though, the hike wasn't nearly as frightening as I had imagined. There were only a few spots where Brian and I found ourselves using the chains. Plus, the entire trail besides the sketchy chain part has a PAVED path. Talk about fancy pants hiking. I had no idea how touristy this hike was though. I think we heard more foreign languages than we heard English. 

Oh, and you know how city people get real annoyed with tourists? Like let's get real, I'm sure they've wanted to kill me all the times I've paid visits and gotten lost, jaywalked, taken pictures of the "huge skyscrapers", and all that jazz. They probably roll their eyes and think, "What a tourist." Well, I discovered over the weekend that country people have that exact same feeling for city people. For instance, when we got held up on the trail because a group of people spotted a lizard. You would have thought it was a unicorn. And then there was the time one couple made us wait FOREVER coming back on the chains because the dude had to take fifty pictures of his girlfriend posing. I get it. You want a cool picture so you can show all your friends how you roughed the wild terrain with its paved pathways and all, but maybe do it at a time when there isn't a line of people behind you. Okay, end rant. I promise I don't hate city people. We actually hiked up with a guy from New York and he was totally cool. Also, while we ate our lunch at the top of the summit, a couple sitting next to us got engaged. That was exciting.

It was a quick trip, but it was a good one. Maybe we will score lower on our finals now, but hey, I got to celebrate the birthday boy. Totally worth it. 

I love you, BWell. Let's make your 25th year of life the best one yet! 

Sunday Best: Comfort Clothes

cardi: Kohl's, dress: thrifted, leggings: Forever 21, boots: Zappos, belt: Forever 21, horse necklace: rue 21

Can we just talk about how leggings are my saving grace? It's guaranteed I'll be incorporating them into my outfits this week. That way, it'll take little effort for me to get comfy after I crawl home from school and work. . .just pull all clothes off except the leggings, then pull on an extra large t-shirt. Yes, I'll admit it, that is exactly what happened with this outfit. Saturday night, I took this dress off and replaced it with an old volleyball t-shirt big enough to hold a circus. And I was completely happy. 

Can we also talk about how group projects are a terrible idea? Who is the imbecile who invented those thinking it was clever? Probably some teacher who thought, "I want all my students to FAIL." The last group project I had to do, I got to be that person in the group. The one who did all the work. I have another group project due this week. My group members are awesome, but our schedules are not. We have hardly been able to meet.We still have so much to do and our presentation and papers are due Thursday. I'll just be a nervous wreck wearing leggings and overly large t-shirts until then. 

Also, can we just talk about what a comfort food mac & cheese is? The cheesiness makes me feel like my biggest homework worries are practicing my alphabet in cursive again. Those were the days. 

Happy Dead Week, and then on to finals! My leggings and my mac & cheese are going to help me through to graduation.    

What helps you survive terrible weeks? 

Look For the Helpers

On Monday afternoon, I arrived home from class and started in on some homework when my phone went off. It was Brian. I answered and his voice sounded distressed. I instantly panicked. 

"What's wrong?" 

"Turn on the news," he answered. He continued to tell me how two bombs had gone off at the finish line of the Boston Marathon. "I just thought you'd want to know," he said, "since you are my little news girl." 

I immediately read every article I could find, listened on television and on the radio. Then after I walked away from all the articles and noise of the stories, I thought to myself of the times I've crossed the finish line in a race. Granted, I am not awesome and run marathons (let alone the Boston Marathon), but I've ran countless 5ks and quite a few half marathons. The last one hundred yards to the finish line is such a natural high. In every half I have ran, I start feeling like I might die, but as soon as I begin seeing more spectators and hear them tell delirious me, "You have less than a mile! Good job," I find some crazy spurt of energy inside myself. I push through any pain or tiredness and the adrenaline takes over. When the finish line is in sight, I suddenly forget about my hurting joints and my gasping breaths because my spirit feels well, and it carries me. After the finish is crossed and the time is announced, I usually feel invincible. That is, until I realize I need a bathroom immediately or I might poop my pants (I have a bad stomach). Then I imagined what it would feel like. How would it be to cross the finish line and suddenly have a bomb blow off my limbs? Would I even realize what was happening? Would the adrenaline still be there?

And then I just sat down on my living room floor and sobbed for a second, because such gross things happen in this world. What kind of evil person would want to kill a bunch of strangers (don't get me wrong, killing acquaintances is wrong too)?

When terrible things like this happen, people often blame the media for showing it. Maybe some of you wonder why I want to be a journalist, who reports on awful tragedies like this. Well, there are many reasons. But the main reason has to do with the above quote from Mister Rogers. In the midst of the most tragic events, some of the most beautiful moments also occur.

Think about it. Cinderella would be the dumbest story ever if it weren't for evil stepsisters and a lost shoe. Every story must have conflict because conflict creates heroes. Bad must exist to have good, and I truly believe that the good will always outweigh the bad. The day after this terrible tragedy, I was no longer crying out of fear and disgust, I was crying because of so many stories I read about helpers. 

I was moved by the story of Carlos Arredondo, the man in the cowboy hat. He was at the marathon handing out American flags at the finish. He was doing this to heal after losing one son to war in the Middle East, and losing another to suicide. When the bombs went off, he rushed to a man who lost both his legs and saved him. Later, the man he saved was able to give a description of one of the bombers.   

I was inspired by all the stories of runners who continued running to the nearest location to donate blood.

In a world with so much bad, it continually reminds me that the good still triumphs. I am a journalist because out of the darkness, the light deserves to be celebrated.

This past week, I had the amazing opportunity to hear Elizabeth Smart speak at my university. She was kidnapped from her home in Salt Lake City at the age of fourteen and held captive for nine months. Her kidnapper "married" her to him and then raped her continually over the nine month span. After Elizabeth told her shocking story, she concluded by telling us although she would never want to relive what happened to her, she is thankful for it. Her trial evolved into a blessing. She is now an activist and speaks out against child abuse and abduction.

I believe that people are good (most people). I believe that trials can make us better people. God bless everyone who has experienced pain this week: in Boston, in Texas, overseas, and anywhere else. Don't ever stop believing in the good.

Truth Tuesday

• BWell and I find ourselves doing random things on any given Saturday (or try any given day for that matter). For instance, sometimes we go to the Willow Park Zoo and learn about wolves. And sometimes it's all families there, bringing their kids out to the zoo to learn something new, but Brian and I don't really care. And sometimes I stand in line with all the ten year olds so I can take a picture with the wolf dog too. Yeah, that's all a true story. I even have the above picture as proof. While standing in line, a seven year old boy approached me and awkwardly asked me, "Uh, are you standing in this line to pet the wolf?" I defensively answered yes and shot down all his hopes of butting in front of me. And this, my friends, is why you can't plan on Brian and I having children for another five years at least. 

• I watched "Hell's Kitchen" for the first time last week. All I can say is there went an hour of my life I'll never get back. Also, I had no idea that cooks had such dirty mouths. And growing up, my mom didn't want me hanging around my dad's tire shop for fear I would hear naughty things. I think the kitchen has got the shop beat. 

• Does anyone else find themselves accidentally dancing while in the grocery store? The most catchy songs are always playing over the speakers, and I guess there's just something about pushing a cart and gathering eggs that makes me wanna move it. We're not talking Sara Bareilles style here. I will usually just start walking to the beat and possibly sway my shoulders a little. 

• I accidentally walked in the men's bathroom at church on Sunday. All my primary kids watched. That means I'll never live it down. They say an elephant never forgets. Actually, a ten year old never forgets. 

• We saw "42" last weekend. If you haven't been yet, you must go! The clothes are amazing and Harrison Ford is looking quite dapper. Brian and I both decided we somehow were placed in the wrong time period. We should have lived in the 40's/50's.

• Every time you follow me on Bloglovin', an angel gets his wings. Okay, not really. That's just a quote I stole from "It's A Wonderful Life". But you should still follow me there, because I'd be happy and stuff.  

Sunday Best: Work Hard, Play Harder

top: Rue 21, cardigan: Target, jeans: Buckle, wedges: Target, necklace: Rue 21

On Friday, this outfit started out with a blazer and dress pants. I covered another story for ABC 4. So after a morning of running around with camera in tow and asking people questions, I rushed home to write up a script and edit my video. After some deep breaths and pulling my hair out, I sent my story off before deadline. 

And then I ripped those dreaded dress pants off and pulled on my jeans. I turned my "work outfit" into an "I'm read to relax and have fun" outfit. So that was that. And then BWell took me out for dinner and a movie. 

Work hard, play harder. That's my motto.

 How do you unwind after a hard day's work?  

It Brings Me Joy When Animals Mate

I love living in an area where there are four distinct seasons. Some would moan and groan that we only have two seasons: a couple months of summer and then winter, winter, winter. But I say it's not so. Right now we are getting a taste of spring in our lovely valley. While I love it, I hate it at times too. I suppose there are pros and cons to everything, am I right?

Let's start with the cons of Spring:

CONS

-Mud. The snow is melting, the rain is falling, and this creates mud. And lots of it. Muddy shoes. Mud splatters on the backs of my jeans. Grrr, me don't like.

-Mother Nature is temperamental. One second it's freezing, the next it's warm, the next it's raining, the next the sun is shining, the next it's snowing. Talk about weather PMS.

-Staring inside the closet every morning, feeling lost. I don't know how to dress myself in the spring. With the weather being so unpredictable, it's a risky decision. If you wear a scarf and jacket, you run the risk of it being a warm day which will turn you into a sweat puddle. If you wear capris and sandals, you can bet your bottom dollar it's going to pour rain (or possibly even snow), causing you to be soaked and freeze your pastel covered butt off.

-School ending. While this can also be thought of as a pro, for me this year, it's feeling much more like a con. The end of a semester is always stressful with all the final tests and projects, but it's especially stressful when you know you're going to graduate and thus start "real life".

-Shaving. Warmer weather means less clothing. Which means I might bare my legs to the general public. Which means I must become good friends with my razor once again. There is something lovely about the winter months of never shaving, hiding that menacing leg hair under layers of clothing, and knowing your secret is safely hidden from onlookers. Boy, shaving my legs is a pain in my neck. But I am sure my husband would view the shaving thing as a pro (sorry, babe).

Now for the good stuff. The pros:

PROS 

-Sun. It's so refreshing to come out of the cave of indoors and into the sunlight once again. Showing my pale self to the outside world is relieving. There is nothing quite as sweet as sitting in the grass, under a tree, reading a good book.

-Spring clothes. Sandals. Skirts. Shorts. Dresses. Flats. Floral patterns. Pastels. Need I say more?

-Running outside. My oh my. I forgot what a nice feeling it is. I went five miles this evening and it amazes me how much easier it was than the cursed treadmill. I do not have the attention span for the treadmill. I get bored and anxious. Running outside is such a lifesaver. The fresh air works wonders and the scenery is always changing. The only downside of outside running is the bugs. I swallowed a few today. Yummy.

-Lawn mowers. One of my favorite smells is fresh cut grass. It's luscious.

-Track & Field. I am a track and field girl at heart. Spring weather always reminds me of track meets. It's a nostalgic feeling for me. I miss the rush of racing and competing so much sometimes. I cannot wait for my sisters to get in high school so I can go watch their track meets.

Now for probably the biggest pro of all. . .

-BABY ANIMALS. Oh, you don't like all caps? My bad. But seriously, my heart sings at the thought of spring because I know it means tiny, fluffy, cute things.

Last weekend, we braved a few spring cons (mud, crazy weather) for Baby Animal Days at the American West Heritage Center. It's an event I honestly look forward to every year. Usually Brian and I go alone, and I pick fights with all the children over who gets to hold the bunny or baby chick next. This year though, my maturity reached new levels. We went to the event with some of our good friends and they brought their three little kiddos along. So that's right, we had children in our company. I was a Baby Animal Days mentor, if you will, for these young ones. And I only fought over a bunny with the four year old one time. 

And even though the animals were wonderful, the best part of the day was probably when little Lillian asked me and Brian, "Are you two married?" After we answered yes she replied to us saying, "If you two are married, that means you need to have a baby." All in the spirit of spring and babies, I suppose.

Thanks, Stebbins family for letting us tag along. We love you guys!

Be Powerful

I walked in the pool hall on my first day of class, terrified, praying I wasn't about to make a fool of myself all semester long. The sound of balls breaking and cracking against the rails echoed in my ears as I quickly scanned the room to find two other girls in the class.

Good. I wasn't the only girl.

I've always wanted to be a pool player. In high school, some weekends when the gal pals and I decided to take it easy on a Saturday night and not reek havoc throughout the small farming town we grew up in, we found ourselves at Pop'N Pins. Remember the ghetto bowling alley they go to in the movie Napoleon Dynamite? That is Pop'N Pins. This was how my high school career went down. Drawing pictures of ligers, developing mad nun-chuck skills, and hanging out at bowling alleys that are a crumbling memory of the 70's. Yes, I grew up close to the area where the movie Napoleon Dynamite was created. What a claim to fame. But back to the real story, we would end up at Pop'N Pins and "shoot some pool". None of us were that good. We could only make shots that were basically perfectly lined up. But just being huddled around the pool table and covering our hands in chalk, giggling and telling dating stories, made us feel like bad asses (yes, I just cussed but it was totally necessary).

I wrote a post at the start of the new year about facing fears. I mentioned that I had signed up for a billiards class to face a fear of mine. That fear was of embarrassing myself. I have this problem of not wanting to try things if I think I won't be good at them. Which is silly, since I'm only good at, like, ten things. So I signed up for billiards and I abandoned my dignity when I picked up my cue (that's the stick used to hit the balls in pool. Don't worry, I didn't know it was called that either).

The first time we played in class, I instantly flocked to the other two girls, hoping I could be at least better than one of them. As we started playing, one of the girls started mentioning how she always shot a lot better at pool after she had a few in her.

"Oh, yeah. . . I bet," I said it trying to act like I shot pool all the time at many a bar. I glanced at the table next to me, where a kid with chiseled tattooed arms was making intricate shots off the rails, his messy blonde hair falling out of his beanie.

"What have I done," I wondered, "I am going to be the outcast of billiards class. The laughing stalk." 

At that point I had to make a decision. I could either face looking like a fool and work towards becoming better at pool, or I could take the easy way out and sign the roll every day and just go through the motions. I decided to toughen up and do what I came to do. Get better at pool.

I listened carefully to the instructor. I asked him to watch my form. I practiced with BWell on the weekends. Pretty soon I was making some tricky shots in class. I actually felt this sense of confidence oozing from me as I chalked up my cue. It felt good. Then one day at the end of class, my instructor gave me the hugest compliment.

"Kelsey, I hope you know you are my best shooter in this class."

I know it's just a silly pass/fail billiards class, but I was so stinking proud of myself.

Then we started the eight ball tournament with partners. My partner, Ben, and I instantly hit it off and started railing through other teams. After a long and hard-fought battle, we claimed the title of eight ball champions. I even have a "pool shark" pin to prove it. I pinned it to my levi vest so I can feel like a true bad ass now (as seen in the picture above).

But that stupid pin that was made in China is pretty special to me. It's a reminder to never set limitations for myself. We are such capable human beings. Capable of more than we can imagine. And this leads me to one of my all time favorite quotes:

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others." 

-Marianne Williamson

So my random message of the day is don't you ever let your capabilities scare you into not trying. Do what you were meant to do. Be what you were meant to be. Whatever that is. Whether it's to become a politician, a teacher, an author, a humanitarian, a marathon runner, the winner of the Nobel Prize, or maybe the eight ball champion of your beginning billiards class. Go out there and be a bad ass. Because the only person who will ever stop you is yourself.

*I apologize to my mother for cussing three times in this post. I won't do it again. 

Sunday Best: Menswear

blazer: Forever 21, button up: Old Navy, necklace: Smith's, jeans: Vanity, boots: Kmart 

The other day, I walked into class at the same time as my professor. He gave me a friendly hello and I responded with an equally friendly hello. Then I felt instantly cool as I walked in the classroom after him and realized our outfits were very similar. He was wearing jeans, a button up, and a blazer. I was wearing jeans, a button up, and a blazer. I suddenly had the urge to hold a coffee mug and start talking about crime rates and theories of crime as if I were discussing the weather. 

The only thing Mr. Professor was missing was a statement necklace. That's okay, I will let it slide. Especially since he is one of my most favorite professors ever. I took his criminology class last semester and I liked it so much that I decided to take his social deviance class this semester. There are close to a hundred kids in that class and he knows everyone by name. A few weeks into his class last semester, when he handed back tests, he handed me mine and said, "Nice work, Kelsey." I was so caught off guard. How did he know my name? I had never talked to him or made a remark once in those first few weeks. Well, we got our tests back in his class last Wednesday again. I was one of the last people to get mine and I asked him if he memorized everyone's names. He answered, "Yes. At least I try really hard to." And I told him I was impressed, because I was. 

So moral of the story: Invest in a blazer and know that not all professors are jerks. Some of them actually do care about their students. I've had a few really good ones in my last four years of school, and I hope they know how totally rad they are because of what they do for me and hundreds of other students too.

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A Thing For Spring

An early Easter in our neck of the woods means we need to prepare ourselves for the worst. We've trekked through snow for Easter egg hunts. This year though, the sun was out and not a cloud in the sky. Easter is always better when it actually feels and looks like spring outside. We've been loving this springtime weather. The smell of fresh soil, cut grass and the sound of chirping birds, and kids outdoors is definitely a formula for happiness as of late.

We split our Easter weekend between our families. On Saturday, we found ourselves in Idaho where we dyed eggs with my family. We also explored the outdoors with my baby sister, Chloe. We played with the puppy and bunnies (until the bunny clawed my face, that is), Chloe took me on a four-wheeler ride up the canyon, and Brian even managed to make us all a bit nervous when he stole Chloe's bike and took it on a joy ride. Just so you know, it's quite amusing to watch a grown man ride a girly bike made for a ten year old. What a sight.

It's true. I've got a thing for spring. I am thrilled to be spending my days outdoors. Now if I can just survive my last month of classes. Sitting at a desk indoors while it's so delightful outside is killing me. But the end is in sight. And then it shall be summer in Cache Valley (which is a magical time). I am ready for hikes, canyon trail runs, bonfires, and camping. I am ready to just smell like outside 24/7. Don't worry. I'll work too. Come May I'll have a diploma and stuff. Gotta put that shiz to good use. But I don't know if you can call my field of work "work". It's almost as much fun as playing outside.

Truth Tuesday & The Harlem Shake

• Crazy things happen when we visit my family. On Easter Eve (technically Easter since it was after midnight) the Keller girls were feeling hyper and resorted to making an Easter edition of the Harlem Shake. So while the boys watched television upstairs, the girls sported Easter baskets on the tops of our heads and we shook our little bunny tails. My mom put us all to shame. I had to share two of the videos rather than just one. I recorded one of them so I wasn't included, but my mom's moves are just too good not to share. My sister has been avidly checking our likes on facebook. My brother watched the video in disgust and told us we did it wrong. I wasn't aware there was a right way to do the Harlem Shake? Whatevs. 

• My parents' bunny also attacked my face while we were visiting. The dogs scared the poor thing so it hopped out of my hands and in the process, clawed my face. Shortly after, my face had a huge welt on it, my eyes went bloodshot, and I broke out in hives. Am I allergic to bunnies? They must be getting payback on me. You see, as a child I had two pet bunnies and I killed them both. Morbid, right? But it's not what you think. I wasn't some coldblooded bunny killer. I actually suffocated them with my hugs. According to my mom I came to her crying after the incident and said, "I hugged them dead." Isn't that an awful story? I don't remember because I was three. And I'm sure I chose to block it out of my memory as well. 

• Remember in this post how I told you about our awesome prank at work when we announced that USU was purchased by the church and would soon become BYU-Logan? Well, the cutest little boy took it pretty seriously. For a chuckle or two click here, scroll to the bottom of the page and watch the embedded video. This kid deserves a prize for being such a faithful Aggie fan. 

• I pulled an April Fools' Day joke on myself yesterday when I made a concoction in the crock pot for dinner. . .but then never turned the crock pot on. Oops. My bad. At least we now have dinner ready for tonight's meal, right? 

• I must confess, I really would like to see this movie in 3-D. 

• I'm really doubting if I can make it through the last month of school. Classes are starting to bore me, I have no desire to invest time into projects, and that cap and gown hanging in my room have never looked so appealing. 

• Spring time always makes me miss track meets. That's what spring is to me. Track and field season.

• Another thing that spring makes me think of is BABY ANIMALS. Speaking of which, if you are in the Cache Valley area, go to Baby Animal Days at the American West Heritage Center this weekend.  Click here for more info. 

• I fooled BWell yesterday with the old tape on the sink sprayer trick. I got him a lot better than I intended to. I had no idea our sprayer had such power. He was drenched, aaaaaand so was the whole kitchen.

Happy Tuesday. Thanks for letting me ramble on with my Truth Tuesday posts. It's nice to brainlessly jot things down sometimes. Especially on Tuesdays since it is my least favorite day of the week :(. Is it strange that I love Mondays but dislike Tuesdays?

Silly Wabbit

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In the blink of an eye, Easter was gone and April Fools' Day arrived. I've always been a fan of April Fools'. That is, when the jokes are original. The fake pregnancies and engagements can be pretty funny, but they are just overused. Here are a few of my favorite pranks from the past (some of which I pulled and others which were pulled on me).

The Bloody Finger in a Box

This one is a classic. I slyly schemed this prank with my mom at the ripe age of seven. I guess that goes to prove I've been a big goof from a young age. I took a jewelry box with cotton inside and cut a small hole in the bottom, big enough for my finger to fit through. My mom then "bloodied" up my finger with some red paint. I then placed my bloody finger through the hole and set it on the cotton. I then placed the lid on the box (with my bloody finger inside). When I went to school, I approached my first grade teacher and excitedly told her I got her a present. Holding the box in my own hands (because I couldn't remove my finger from the box) I told her to take the lid off and look. She did. . .and there rest my finger. Childish? Maybe. But at the time I was a child, so I thought I was pretty clever. What happened from then to now?

The Clothing Bandits 

This was a prank pulled on me by my high school chums. I'll admit, it was quite hilarious. Leading up to the big day, my friends made arrangements with my mom to come over to my house while I was gone. They then went through my closet and each of them stole their own outfit from my things. That day at school, each of them arrived wearing articles of clothing from my own closet. I was confused, to say the least. The first friend I saw was Shayla. She was wearing an outfit I had just bought a few weeks prior and she had loved it when I wore it. I remember the first time I wore it to school, she had asked me where it was from. So when I saw her, I instantly thought she had gone out and bought the exact same outfit. I was a little bugged, but tried to just brush it off. Then as my other friends started showing up to school, I realized all their clothes looked oddly familiar. Sadly, it took me a couple hours to catch on to what was happening. They were awfully proud of themselves. And I'll admit, they got me good.

The Hidden Elk Urine Trick 

For you city folk, just know that elk urine reeks. Imagine the smell of human urine multiplied by one hundred. That's elk urine. They sell urine samples at sporting goods stores for hunters. It is often used in the hunt to attract animals. Anyway, my aunt cued me in on this nasty trick and I played it on Brian back when we were dating. Good thing he still liked me after it was all said and done. I was a little worried. When I purchased the elk urine, I told the little old guy workers what I was doing and their faces just lit up. They found me the most potent urine they had and kept chuckling at the thought of my evil scheme. Once I purchased the urine, I went to Brian's apartment while he was at the gym. His roommates were in on it (Brian had his own room or I'm sure they wouldn't have so kindly obliged) and let me in their place. I split the elk piss up into several small cups and hid them all around the bedroom. In a matter of minutes, the stench in the room was horrible. I actually felt pretty bad about this prank. I seriously started worrying Brian would dump me over it. Obviously, he didn't, but I do think my prank unnerved him a little. Sorry I made your room smell like elk pee, babe.

Joking on the Job 

So we pulled some pretty superb April Fools' jokes at work today. I am a morning deejay on 94.5 & 98.3 VFX. Our station plays all the current hits. Well, this morning, we added in a bunch of oldies. And when I say oldies, I mean like big band music. We had so many people texting in and asking what was wrong with our music. I thought it was quite funny. And then there was the cherry on top of the cake. We made a "breaking news" announcement that the LDS church purchased Utah State University and it would now be called BYU-Logan. People were infuriated, even after we said April Fools' at the end of the announcement. Best prank ever. Here is a link to the trick article on Cache Valley Daily. Take a gander. I hope all our listeners out there still love us and will forgive us for having a little fun.


Did anyone pull some fantastic pranks today? Or did the joke get played on you? 

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