second date killers & first date woo-ers.

day eight: turn off's and turn on's...
well. this is a little odd.
how about i change this into second date killers, and first date woo-ers?
i like the sound of that better.

second date killers:

1. quite frankly, bad breath is number one on my list.
2. one side conversationalist is a close tie though. if we are on a date, we are getting to know each other, not me learning about your entire life story...
3. debby downers, male version. have some joy in your life. and optimism.
4. FACIAL HAIR!!! that might take the cake as number one.
ah heck, they are all awful
5. swearing.
if you want to seem classy, don't let swear words slip out.
6. douchebag friends.
7. un-intellectual.

first date woo-ers:

1. being able to apologize.

2. taking charge and being a man.

ask me on a date. plan the entire thing.

i don't need to confirm what you wear.

3. being all gentleman-y. HUGE.

4. great body.

i could look at good shoulders and arms ALL day.

5. pretty teeth.

6. good sense of humor.

if you lack the looks, woo me with your wittiness and goofy nature.

7. unexpected, sweet things that show you care for me.

a good morning text.

a middle of the day phone call.

a flower you pluck a few seconds before you pick me up

surprise me. i'm easy to please.
8. smarts.
girls go to college to get more knowledge
boys go to Jupiter to get more stupid-e......
wait, wait, wait. no.
if you want my heart, come at me through my mind.





happy people

day 7: what makes me happy..

i giggle a little when i notice that in the blog challenge pet peeves and things that make me happy are right next to eachother.

(i seemed a little cranky in my last post, so i assume i should make this one more pleasant.)

So, things that make me happy..

smiling people.

chocolate.

my family.

new clothes.

reading.

making bracelets.

good smelling hair.

being complimented.

complimenting others.

cute moms and little kids.

paychecks.

surprises.

big bear hugs.

sun kissed skin.

nice long runs.

looking at pictures.

laughing.

watching thunderstorms and lightning.

rain.

snow storms.

newly weds.

a good night's sleep.

a new laptop (my daddy bought me one unexpectedly)
the olympics.
the thought of moving out.
my scooter.
happy stories.
love.
engagement rings.
the game rook.
funny memories.
music.
lake powell.
the beach.
hawaii.
scarves & boots.
the fall.

&&the list goes on...

like totes, lol.

i promise i am a pleasant person,

well most of the time

day 6: pet peeves.

i didn't realize i was this easily annoyed.

noisy eaters.
cocky people.
toilet lids unclosed.
someone standing and reading over my shoulder.
poor grammar.
acronyms. ie, lol, U, R, rofl, brb, g2g, ttyl, it makes me angry quite frankly.
whistling.
"sup".
open-mouth chewers.
an un-clear microwave screen.
high-fiving. such an awkward gesture when not sure what to do. keep it to the sports teams.
mouthful of spit while someone is speaking to me.
over use of the word "like".
christmas lights in februrary.
lazy people.
speed bumps.
incorrect spelling.
tHe FrEaKiNg CoOl PeOpLe WhO tYpE lIkE tHiS.
movie talkers.
or sunday school talkers.
indoor sunglass wearers.
loud volume texting. (people who dont change the setting of no volume while texting.)
any other smiley face than :) or :(. (: :D :P ;) all awkward.

five places.

day 5: five places you want to travel.
let's get started.

1. London, England.
my dad served a mission there, and the Olympics are being held there.. and it is absolutely beautiful.

2. France.

3. New Zealand.
biggest loser went there one year,
i want to go to.

4. Some crazy carribean island,
like Fiji.

5. Athens, Greece.
give me some Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants action.


i have to be rich to travel to these places, but i want to do it before i die.
(that is highly unlikely)

la parentals.

how cliche is "my parents are the greatest in the world"?

well, i apologize for joining that cliche.

day three: my parents.
i love my parents so much; they have given me everything.

my dad is the most self-less man i have ever known.

my mom is the funniest,

prettiest,

best homemaker,

&& the greatest friend

 out there.

 my dad makes me feel good, when the rest of the world brings me down.

my mom makes me laugh harder than anyone ever.

i am the only child that looks like my dad;

blue eyes, blonde hair.

my mom pushes me hard sometimes,

but i have learned that it is for my own good.

she sees so much potential in me,

i hate disappointing her.

and thats why my parents are better than yours.

during the hardest times in my life these past two years,

they have been there for me every step of the way.

the encourage me to be the best i can be,

and they remind me of the potential I have when i am down.

i love my parents and couldn't ask for a better pair.

blue fish, red fish?

truthfully, i've avoided writing this post all day.
day three requires me to write about my first love.

i'm hesitant because love is such a vague word.

according to wikipedia, love is defined as

an emotion of strong affection and person attachment.

it is also a virtue representing all human kindness, compassion, and affection. 

so what is love?

we love food, we love our families.

we have a special love with our mothers,

but being daddy's little girl is an incredibly special bond.

the love you'll have for your child, whether it's your first, or your last.

or what about your 2nd grade crush?

your first boyfriend in 6th grade.

(naturally he asked you out by a note)

your first kiss?

or the love you have for your husband as you are kneeling across the alter.

i've had all those loves, well except for the child birthing.

(oh and the husband part)

so what was my first love?

when i was a sophomore in high school, i thought i was in love.

maybe i was, but i'm over it now.

but when i was in 6th grade, WOAH!

Taylor Stika and Weston Meacham were the loves of my life.

so were they my first?

in conclusion, i've decided every love i have, whether it's my cafe rio salad,

or laughing hysterically with my family..

it's all love,

and it's all a first.

sup jos

day 2:: nicknames:

nicknames aren't a big deal to me. we don't need to be best friends before you can call me jos.
but surely you should know me fairly well.

that said, jos is my most common nick name. when I did gymnastics it was Jo. I got older, and jos seemed more appropriate I assume. a handful of people call me jo still; my dad, my cousin Corey, && rylan Peterson. random, I know.

my brother called me vroph. oh, and my old best friend mckenzie may lott. (don't ask where vroph came from; I don't have an answer).


sometimes people call me josé. yeah, like a Mexican man. substitute teachers are the guiltiest ones here.
them && mr van dijk.


but the strangest of all, and the name I am known by in southern Utah is yoshi. yeah, like the green dinosaur/creature in Mario cart. yoshi Josee, they kind of rhyme... right?


but really, that's all I am, jos, or Josee if you prefer.


let's be friends, call me what you may. like I said, I'm not picky.