Hot tubbing in the snow with the coolest people I know

To preface this story I'd like to say that my parents are rad.

Last night my mom, Jaron, and I got home from the gym around 830 and my mom was upset because my dad was in the garage working out instead of making sure the kids took showers and went to bed at a decent time. So she got them all clean and in bed by a little after nine. The parents then decided to go hot tubbing.

 Chance, Jaron, and I were upstairs watching some television when I glanced out the window and saw that it was snowing outside. The three of us sat there fascinated for about a minute before Jaron decided the kids needed to see this so he started running downstairs to wake them up. Chance yelled after him, "Mom just got them in bed, I wouldn't do that if I were you." Then all of a sudden I hear my dad's truck pull up and he runs in the house, wakes up the kids himself and tells them to put on their swim suits because "hot tubbing in the snow is my favorite!"

 In 5 minutes flat the entire Trotter clan was sitting in a steamy hot tub with snow falling down around us. Discussion eventually turned to the Polar Bear Club (jumping in a freezing cold pool in the winter) and those of us who weren't members decided there probably wasn't a better time to join than 1030 on a random Wednesday night while it was snowing in St. George, Utah. So yes, we all jumped into the pool. I did it twice for good measure, and I don't think I've ever been that cold. Hot tubbing was followed by a late night breakfast of crepes, and I just gotta say I love these people I call my family.

 So here's to parents who wake up their sleeping kids and let them skip school just to make a great memory.

Oh ya and Valentine's Day

It was a pretty uneventful but fun day. "We" (the group) all went out to dinner at the romantic place that is Denny's. And yes, the group includes two of my brothers and my ex. That tells you about where my love life is at right now. When I got home I saw my dad's gift to my mom which was a heart-shaped balloon with two roses inside. It had a card with it that said, "Love you dammit". I laughed and went to bed. The end.

Womanly

I learned how to hem pants. This is a big deal. I felt very womanly. I liked it. I did. Yay.

See what I did there? 6,5,4,3,2,1. Only 2 and 1 were intentional. 


It's important for me to feel womanly in these types of ways because I am not married, and most assuredly not pregnant. When I see the daily engagement announcement on facebook, sure, I kinda want that to happen to me. And when I see cute pregnant bellies, sure, I kinda feel like I want one of those. But then I have really fun weekends filled with dance parties, and hot tubs, and flirting, and laughing and I think, "Bri, this is fun, stay here right now". And then I go to yoga and go for runs and think "Bri, you want a six pack right now, not a big belly". And of course, there is that part of my brain that is constantly thinking about trips, and traveling and what I can do next and where I can go next. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm really happy with where my life is at right now. I'm where I am supposed to be, and having a dang good time.

This

Yes, this. 

Trotter Family Quotes.

Sadi: I don't even know what sassy mean.
Me: It means you're a brat.
         Sadi glares. 
Sadi: Like you? (in her snobbiest voice ever)

Chance: I think that's the problem; I'm too nice.
Sadi: You were mean when you were little though. (dead serious)
          Chance wrestles Sadi to the ground. 

Kaden: Look, Bri, I have a Hi-Chew! (it's a candy)
Me: Bless you.
Kaden: What...? (looks really confused)
            I giggle. 
        ...30 seconds later.
Kaden: I get it! (busts up laughing)

Have I mentioned I love these guys? They're definitely the greatest thing that's ever happened to me.

A recipe for a happy girl

I think I'm really going to enjoy my classes this semester.

First up: Television production @ 8am. I think this class will be interesting and hands on enough to wake me up in the mornings.
Second: Media and society. It should be a really interesting and fun class and seems to have a lot of cool people in it.
Third: Math. Eh. Actually it's statistics and I think I'm gonna kind of like it... You know, as much as I am able to like math.
Fourth: an online class called Being Digital. Not too sure about it yet but the teacher seems rad so there's that.

My teacher for my first two classes kind of reminds me of Cameron Diaz. She has a lot of energy and seems super nice and cool. She used to work for the Today Show in New York so she's legit. Bonus: she's prego so our classes will be getting done about 2 weeks early this semester!

Also work is going really well. I'm catching on and feel pretty confident in almost every aspect of the job. I really like the people I work with. Everyone is so friendly and the environment is very small town, strong sense of community type workplace. Ace is the Place!

Basically, I'm busy, busy, busy, which is the magic recipe for a happy girl. Life is wonderful.

Story of my life

   Last night I had a first-day-of-school outfit all picked out, ready to go (juvenile as that is). I also had my bag ready with my new notebook and my favorite pencil inside. I was ready for school. Well...I haven't had the best sleeping habits as of late and falling asleep around 2:30am has become the norm . Since I had to get up at 6:50 for my 8 o clock class I decided to take some Motrin PM to help me fall asleep sooner. Big mistake. 

   I took two pills at about 10 o clock and laid in bed reading, hoping to be in dream land by 10:30/11ish. As you've probably assumed, that didn't happen. My legs start tripping out. I would feel this ticklish/itchy feeling start creeping up in my legs and I would have to move them to get it out. So every 15 seconds (or at least that's what it felt like) I would be thrashing my legs around, trying to get them to feel normal. I lifted my head up to look for my phone to see what time it was and it weighed 300 pounds. Then I lifted my arm up to grab my phone and it too weighed 300 pounds. My body felt so heavy and so so tired yet I couldn't fall asleep. I was trying not to freak out too bad because I thought that might wake me up more so I silently tried to calm myself down, and relax enough to drift off. That never works. 

   I don't know what time I fell asleep last night but all of a sudden I woke up, checked my phone and saw that it was 7:47. Great. I didn't even hear my alarm go off. The funny thing is I was vividly dreaming about Peter Pan and Captain Hook so it must have went off and the Captain Hook inside of me turned it off really quickly. Because he hates clocks so apparently in my head that means he hates alarm clocks too so it had to be destroyed at once! Quick before the mind registers what's happening and makes the body get out of the warm, cozy bed! I don't know, guys. All I know is that I ate some breakfast, put on jeans, a hoodie and slippers, brushed my teeth, and left. No first day outfit. No cutesy first day impression. Just me keepin' it real in my glasses, make-up free face, and bed head. Hawt. 

   Talk about         expectations           vs.                          reality!