Trek

This year was my very first year of youth conference (woohoo!), and it was also Trek. Go big or go home, right? Normally when you think of trek you think of things like hot, sweaty people who haven't showered in 3 days and unfortunate bathrooms. But this year, the stake youth committee planned youth conference, so it was a bit different. Instead of trekking all three days, the first day, we met our families, and built the city of Nauvoo. Each family got to decorate a little cardboard building, (my family's was the best,obviously) , we built our handcarts, and we even built a temple. It probably wasn't the sturdiest structure, and the angel Moroni was nearly as big as the temple itself, but it was still really awesome. It was really hot that day though, and we all kept on saying that we wouldn't mind a little rain. Keep that in mind. That night, we had a dance in the center of "town", and my family and I went star tipping, which was a regular party. Ma and Pa didn't come, but that was probably a good decision on their part. Star tipping is when you look at a star and spin around in circles really fast. Then, someone shines a flashlight and you try to run towards the light, with hilarious results. After the stake leaders came ad told us to go to bed, I had a very long discussion about why raccoons were demon spawn and all the horrible things they'd done with my "sisters". Needless to say, I was a little paranoid that night. Some of the other tents around us were a little miffed at us because right in the middle of our raccoon horror stories, we heard a scratching on our tent and some of us may have shrieked...but then we realized it was a person attempting to knock on the door of our tent. Oops.
     The next morning, we all woke up and were feeling kind of sluggish. We all were trying to take our own sweet time waking up. Bad idea. I was in the middle of pulling my skirt on over my basket ball shorts when we heard gunshots and people screaming, "YOU HAVE TO LEAVE NAUVOO!" and "WE'RE NOT WELCOME HERE!! WE NEED TO LEAVE!" My sisters and I just looked at each other for a second then started yelling indiscernible things which must've sounded like "ohmyheckidontevenhavepantsonwhenamigonnabrushmyteethhasanyoneseenmyshirtALADYNEEDTIMETOPACKHERTHINGSYOUSTUPIDMOBSTERSwherethecrapismydeoderantimgonnakillandrewreid!" Fabulous way to wake up, no? But then some one yelled that we had one hour, so it was all better. We packed up all of our thing and led the company out of camp, and right as we were leaving, we had a perfect view of the temple going up in flames.
      We trekked for about an hour before we stopped to listen to some pioneer stories on the Trail of Hope. Right in the middle of Parley Pratt's presentation, we heard a huge crack of thunder and it started to downpour . When i say  downpour, I mean something more along the lines of tropical storm. The drops were huge and heavy and it was cold and we were all soaking wet. We hiked for for 6 more mile like that, so I'd say we had a pretty true pioneer experience. the best part was, no one ever complained. We all just stayed optimistic and didn't say anything about how miserable, and alot of the leadres were really impressed and touched by this. At one point, we were trying to push teh handcart up a reallly steep hill, and we nearly dropped it, but my "brothers" and Pa saved us, because they were totally the bomb. We were all thrilled to be back at the campsite for lunch, and our family had the brilliant idea to sit under the rain fly for one of the tents and eat. We had some downtime, so I went to talk to some friends, but then it started pouring again. We all grabbed the rain fly and sat underneath it and talked, and it was pretty cozy because there were about 7 of us underneath it. Not a good smell. My friend Heidi suggested we move and sit under her dad's trailer, but no one wanted to move because we thought we looked inconspicuous underneath the tarp and if we got up, people would want us to come out because no one else was genius enough to get a tarp. We finally decided to just pick it up and run for it, but when we poked our heads outside of the tens, no one was there! The entire camp had decided to move to the cars and here we were thinking we were so smart for sitting under a tarp.Darn. That night was probably my favorite, because we all played games and I learned a hilarious new game called Choompa.
        This is where the real roughing it starts. At around 2:30 am, I woke up and it was storming. I didn't think much of it until I moved my feet and felt a puddle. I sat up, and there was about a four foot puddle by my feet, so I curled up into a ball and went back to sleep. Half an hour later, I woke up again and my pillow and my face was wet. It was raining inside the tent! Thank you, rain tarp. I woke up my sister Rebecca because her stuff was dangerously close to the edge of the tent and the small waterfall that was cascading down the side. My other sisters, Theresa and Laura, were already awake so they popped up and we assessed the damage. There was a puddle around the edge of the tent that went all the way around, pretty much trapping us. At first we just sat there like "What do we do now?", but then someone, I cant remember who, said "Just start laughing! We have to stay positive!" So we started laughing, and it was just a weak laugh at first, but then we started cracking up. Again, staying optimistic. We realized that there was no way we would be able to sleep in our tent, so we made a plan. Rebecca would go sleep with her parents, because they were Ma and Pa for another family, and the rest of us would go to Laura's twin sister's tent. As soon as we got outside, Laura and Rebecca sprinted off into the night, and we couldn't see where they had gone. Plus, the zipper was stuck so Theresa and i got soaked trying to fix it. We ended up running into Sarah's tent, but there was no room in the inn. They had all been denying the fact that they were flooding until we got there. Theresa and I ran to my parents tent and banged on the side of their tent and said, "We need the car keys!" They didn't eve ask who it was, they just grabbed the keys and ran with us to the Suburban. WE slept in the car for about 30 minutes before Sarah and all the girls in her family came and took refuge with us. We were all so tired we just fell asleep sitting straight up, or curled into a ver tight ball in my case. At 6 in the morning, all the boys in mom and dad's family came and jumped in the trunk. That car has never smelled worse. I seriously think wet people is a worse smell than wet dog. Finally, the stake president called on the walkie talkie and said we would pack up everything and call it off early, after a quick breakfast and testimony meeting at the nearest church building. We walked back to our tent to pack up and when we got there we found 2 inches of standing water covering the whole tent. It. Was. Ridiculous. Our brothers came over to see how we were (they were such sweethearts), and we found out from them that our brother Evin had slept on an air mattress and barely gotten wet, and that two boys slept outside under a tarp and were completely dry. So we cursed them, and their cows, and their whole family. (Mulan) Trek was definitely a new and different experience, but its one of my favorite things that I've done this year,and I will NEVER forget it.

Dog Mom

For those of you who know my mom, you probably know that she was reluctant about the whole dog thing to begin with. But, since Lucy worships the ground she walks on, the two have hit it off pretty spectacularly. Before we got Lucy, my mom swore to herself she would never become a dog mom. HA.
-Mom has given Lucy an afghan to sleep on
-Mom has started making Lucy a new blankie
-She takes her to doggie daycare twice a week so she can play with her friends
-Before going to doggie daycare, she tells Lucy to be a leader, not a follower, be nice to the little puppies, make good choices,  and best of all, "remember who you are" .
-She's trained her to abide by the Gunderson family rules of cleanliness. (aka wiping her feet off at the door and not smelling like a hobo)

I think mom's got the whole "dog mom" thing down pat. She's a pretty good one too, if I say so myself. :)

Thank You for the Ninjas

I don't think people often have the opportunity to be grateful for ninjas. Especially in their family. But not my family. No waaay. Let's face it, Sarah and I are sometimes like The Avengers, which makes her Hulk and me Thor. Or the guys from Ocean's 11, in which case I guess we would be the mormon twins. Point is, we're a pretty dynamic duo. And we can be like flippin' awesome ninjas.
Yesterday afternoon, we finally got home after 18 hours in the car driving back from Utah. WE had to leave the house for spring break because our kitchen floors are being refinished, so we can't walk on them right now. Anyway, we get home and i'm more than happy to go sit on the couch, watch the new episode of Doctor Who, and not move unless I deemed it necessary. Mom had forgotten a key to the front door because she thought we would just be able to walk through the kitchen on our socks and unlock the front door. The only problem with that was the fact that the floors were SOAKING WET and could not be touched. WE thought our only options would be to get back in the car and kill time until they dried. However, I was not willing to get back in that wretched car for another 2 hours, so i suggested that Dad give me a boost so i could jump over the front entry(which is hardwood) into the laundry room(which is tile). Brilliant, right? I thought so too. The jumping was ruled out though, because Mom didn't want the outline of me in her floors forever, just in case I fell. Next, i suggested we  hold a ladder horizontally and i shimmy into the laundry room, grab the key, and throw it out to dad. In the end, we propped two boards on Dad's legs and Sarah slid into the laundry room grabbed the key, and slid back up. Mission accomplished! I. Am. Genius. Call me big-headed but hey, this was my moment of glory. I saved the family from another 2 hours in the car. And yes, I did sit on my butt and watched Doctor Who, so I was pretty happy. Today in church after Mom told the story in Young Womens, Sarah's friend Haley told us she can imagine our Mom praying and saying something along the lines of "Thank You for giving me two ninjas for daughters."Aw shucks. ;)

Favorite bits of overheard conversations

You know you always seem to overhear the most awkward parts of someone else's conversation? A few of my personal favorites...

 "Well no, because they had set the maps on fire.."

"...dementor season, and she was eating a cinnamon roll."

"I have a burrito AND Harry Styles."

"...so then I realized it wasn't MY cat that had rabies."

"That's how we do it in the bayou."

"I think I forgot my pants.."

"..then she got stuck in the barrel. Stupid cat."

"You unworthy piece of scum. That was MY fruit snack!"

"...so now theres a dead squirrel somewhere in my dad's car."

THESE AER ALL REAL. NO JOKE.

How to successfully undo all of a dog's training

1. Have lightsaber duels with them

2. Teach the go-jump-on-Sarah's-bed-to-wake-her-up command

3.Chase them all over the house because they stole your running spandex, then laugh at how hilarious they look wearing them.

4. Teach them how to ring the doorbell.

5. Explain to them that the chocolate lab down the street needs to be taught a lesson.

6. Turn a blind eye to them sleeping at the foot of your bed in the morning, mostly because you're too lazy to kick them off.

7. Let them show some school spirit by sporting your BYU sweatshirt.

8. Hide behind walls and scare them when they pass by.

9.  Sit and laugh with the rest of your family when they full-on tackle the six-year-old.

10. Give them peanut butter.

11. Pet them with foreign objects.

12. Use "ATTACK" as a command.

13.Allow them the liberty of shredding a pool noodle in the basement, because they're distracting you from Batman.

I oughta be a dog trainer.

Chivalry is not dead

And how would I know this? The lowly 14-year-old? PU-LEEEAAAASE. Stake dances, my friends. Stake dances. BEST. THING. EVER. Last night, I went to a dinner/workshop/dance at the Stake Center, along with Sarah's friends Jaden and Hayley. I thought I would have to look elsewhere for eligible young bachelors (starting early, you know how it is ), but I was dead wrong. For the dinner, we were all assigned seats so we would mingle. Of course, Sarah, Jaden, and I all sat together, but Hayley was on the complete opposite side of the gym. She got to sit by a guy that looked like Frodo though, so it was all good. She was floored when the boys offered to get her silverware and cleared her plate. Hats off to you boys. AND THEN COMES THE DANCE. If you've never been to a Rockford Stake dance, you have in no way experienced the fulness of the gospel. Amazingly fun. It's even better when a conversation like the following ensues:

Guy I'm dancing with but don't really know: ....and I'm hoping to get my mission call soon after this school year. So what are you, a sophomore? Junior?
Me: 8th.
Him: *awkward silence* Cool.

Yeaah...it's a little weird being one of the youngest ones there, but hey. It's still really fun. OH. WAIT. Another story!

So our friends Lorna and Heidi have a brother who's my age. Sarah, Lorna, and Heidi are convinced we're going to get married. Wyatt and I aren't so sure. We'll see. Anyway, the last dance was a slow dance, and I was standing with my friend and I saw Lorna dragging Wyatt around the gym looking for someone. THey went up to Sarah and then Sarah joined the hunt. Lorna comes walking up to me and literally pushes us together. AWKWARD. So we danced. Here's the best part though: As soon as the dance was over, guess what he did?

HE KISSED MY HAND.

Thank you for restoring my faith in the human race. Now if we could just teach those boys HOW to dance.....

Hahhahahahah

Big Kristen

This post is not about what you (meaning my family) probably think it is. It's about my teddy bear, Big Kristen. I just found him/her/it again. (There's really no gender involved here.) MEMORY LANE. I named Big Kristen after my cousin Kristen. I'm not really sure why, but mom says I liked naming things after people I really liked. If you were noteworthy, in my opinion, you got a stuffed animal named after you.  Needless to say, the majority of my stuffed animals were named Abby.   Narcissistic much? I think yes:) I also had a cat named after my best friend Courtney.  Man, I miss that. Anyway, that's my nostalgic stuffed animal story. :)

Christmas vacation

Day1. CHRISTMAS!!!! It was awesome. I love Christmas. Soo fun:) Plus, it was Lucy's first Christmas, and she was hilarious. She got a doggie jawbreaker, but we had to eventually confiscate it becasue she was getting a little obsessive. And it smelled terrible, but that's really neither here nor there..

(skip to the 28th)

2. First day in Utah! We got up at 4, had our flight delayed, and got there around lunch. Sarah, Matt and I watched Star Wars (for the first time!!!) and went night skiing at Powder Mountain. Super fun! I'm glad I had that day to warm up so I wouldn't do really bad with the whole family on Monday. All about image. Oh, and then Matt and I watched The Empire Strikes back. Sarah started it, but she didn't make it all the way through.

3. Gunderson Partaaay! Woohoo! We discovered that we aren't very good ice skaters, but its ok. I DIDN'T FALL ONCE.  Awesome party:)

4.Ward-crashing. We went to Uncle Jeff's ward on Sunday, and I'm working on convincing Mom to let us move there...

5. More skiing! I was tearing up that mountain!!!  I. Did. Amazing. All there is to it. Aren't I humble? The Jensen's came over for New Year's festivities, and we watched Return of the Jedi. We rebellious teenagers stayed up until 11:00 waxing a snowboard. Party hard, that's us.

6. New Year's skiing. First off, Sarah and Matt left me on a pretty hard run at Snowbasin. NOT COOL. Matt found me thug, and we made our way to the bottom in one piece, and saw a dead moose along the way. Lovely. After dinner, Sarah and I went up to the Liston's house for a game night. It was so much fun!

7. Day off of skiing, We watched The Empire Strikes back again so Sarah could see it.

8. Another day off. I wandered the house all day.

9. Skiing again! I went on some new runs this time, and had songs from Newsies stuck in my head. After skiing we went to Jeff and Bonnie's house for games and played TriBond. I actually got a few right! Woohoo!

10. Dad, Sarah and I went skiing some more :) Still fun!

11. We all went shopping and chilled. Oh!!! And Sarah had a....wait for iiiiittttt......wait for iiiittt......

DATE. She can tell you more.

12. We all crashed the ward in Sandy. I went to Sunday School with Anne, except it was the 12 and 13 year old's class. Oops. I was undercover. After church, we went to the Jensen's house for dinner.

13. Last day of skiing:( We ate lunch with Jon, Adam, and Adam's friend. It was great:) I feel like I'm a pretty good snowboarder now. Again with the humility.

14. Airport day. Ew. All I'm saying.

My big break

Yooo bloggers! Hi. This whole week, I've had the song "Without Love" from hairspray stuck in my head. Why? Well...there's a line in the song that goes,"Without love, life is my big break with laryngitis". And I have had my big break WITH laryngitis. Well maybe not my BIG break, but still. The point is, this whole week I've sounded like a ten-year-old boy who only sometimes has a deep voice, with a lot (emphasis) of squeaks in between. Not fun. I sounded like a goose last Friday until about 2 days ago, which was a boatload of fun. Especially because I had a madrigal performance.  And then there's my loving, supportive, sympathetic family. HA! HA. HA. HA. Yeah, I wasn't made fun of AT ALL. Riiiigght. Every other word, there would be a little high-pitched interval that made it sound like a dog whistle, or maybe like I was honking. Either way, it didn't sound good. But it's ok now, because I can talk again. Still can't sing, but I'll get there. So if anyone wakes up and can't talk, I feel ya.

Fancy that...

THIS IS SO WILD. It's completely crazy. And a bit wibbly-wobbley, if you want to call it that. So, yesterday I was hired to take care of my neighbor's dog AND the gecko that they were watching for a friend. We used to have geckos, so I figured I could take care of this one. I was feeding the lizard,(his name is Rango), when I noticed that he had a spot shaped like a "3" on his head, just like our old lizard, Sammy.Then, I saw that he had the exact same water dish as Sammy, and the same log. No way . SAAAMMMMYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!! The prodigal lizard returned.

Whoops. The pictures are not in order... oh well. Its pretty easy to figure out which ones are which:)

Picture problem

I may have a problem. My iPod is currently home to 936 pictures. Yep.

Pic # 1. Maddie and I took this on he way to the speech tournament. We both has to hold these faces and stand in very awkward positions for one of our performances.

#2. This is before my friend Rachel got her face stuffed into it.....

#3. Lucy was sleeping upside down:)

#4. WHATTUP FISHES!!!! Partysaurus Rex. YouTube it. :)

#5. Sarah's friend Hunter and me. Oh, and two pirates from Peter Pan:)

#6. I thought this was so cute:) Doctor Hoo;)

From this point on they're probably just random pictures :)

Big endings

Today was the last day of my middle school cross country career...but it's ok, because I figure I went out in a good way. It started with me wiping out on the track. Yes, it's possible. No hills, no potholes, no tree roots. Just flat, flat, and more flatness. We were running 200 meter intervals of jogging and sprinting, and I was on the very edge of lane one. We just got turf on our football field this summer, and there's a slight drop from the track to the turf. Not big, but it's there, trust me. So I'm sprinting a 200, and i accidentally missed the edge of the track with my foot and BAM, down I go. It was a pretty snazzy fall, though. I even somehow managed to get dirt on my face, knock out both of my earrings, and do a double somersault-like maneuver, and then pop right back up and start running again. To make it even better, the high school soccer, football, and girl's cross country teams just happened to be there. Thankfully, Sarah didn't see me. My coach did though, and when I came back around by the start line she said, "Nice dirt streak, Gunderthunder ", and let me go wash it off. At least she called me Gunderthunder. I've been pushing really hard for that nickname lately. Anyway, that was my last big middle school cross country thing. Oh, that and yelling,"I AM NOT A KID" when one of the football players said to wait for the little kids to cross the track.

Yep, that's me. Out with a bang.  :)

How to make wonderfully horrible cookies

1. Find your very favorite sugar cookie recipe. Make sure to be excited to make it.

2.Add the butter. Make sure to forget half of the needed amount.

3.Add the eggs. Mix in, then add another one for no reason.

4.Put in the rest of the ingredients, not paying any attention to specific directions.

5. Put into the fridge to chill for two hours longer than needed.

6. Remove from fridge and pound your frustrations out on it with a rolling pin. Cut out shapes and place in oven for about 8 minutes.

FROSTING

1.Pour milk,butter, powdered sugar, and vanilla into a bowl and mix a little. It should come out looking like badly made oatmeal.

2.Add more powdered sugar and more milk, until it slightly resembles frosting.

*optional*
Color the frosting some seasonal color to mask the fact that it looks nothing like frosting.

Enjoy!

Slacking..

Ok,ok, I've been slacking. Sorry, but it's been an exciting world as of late. Why? Well....

1. Girls Camp! Funnest week of my life! We had an amazing skit that involved a parody of the YMCA song, and a last minute Princess Bride addition. It. Was. Awesome. Apparently I'm famous for being the "mawwage" girl:) I'll post a video once I get a hold of one.

2. Cross Country. It's been fun, and hard. So far its my best season:) It's done next week though, and it'll be nice to be able to go home after school:)

3. Doctor Who! My new nerdy thing. Love it!!

4. Stake dance!!!! I went to my first dance last week, and I was lucky enough to go to a multi stake dance. SEVEN STAKES. It was awesome, putting aside a VEERRRYYY awkward first slow dance. It was his first time too...

5.School. Not very exciting, but I feel an obligation to include it anyway. Moving on.

6. Speech tema.! One of my favorite parts of the year- speech season! I'm doing a duet with my friend Maddie about two very misplaced kindergarteners, and my solo is a shakespeare-y funny thing. I'M PUMPED.

Yeah, I know it's kind of lame, nut they'll get better once i get back into the swing of things:)

Boy Fighting

You'd think that in a house full of girls, my poor dad would never have anything to do with "boy playing". You would think wrong. Sure,we have a closet full of barbies, and littlest petshops, and other girl toys,but we also have a huge arsenal of nerf guns. My personal favorite is the automatic disk-throwing  "Vortex" , with the machine gun in close second. Sarah, Dad, and I are also very skilled at the art of Kung Fu. Just ask mom about it, she sees it in the kitchen all the time. We've also been known to yell out threats at each other, like the other day at the pool when two ladies were talking about how nice it is to get away from all the rowdiness that their boys cause, when I suddenly yell,"DON'T START SOMETHING YOU CAN'T FINISH, SARAH!!!". Lesson: There is no escaping "boy fighting" .

More Lucy :)

This is our adorable dog in a nutshell.


Name: Lucy
Nickname: Lucy Lou, Climpaloon, Tigger,Luce.
Likes: Chicken, beef jerky,riding shotgun,playing under her tree,partying
Dislikes: Doggie biscuits, the vacuum, the mop, the washer machine
Friends: Arlo, Tommy,Pippa,Samson,Rocky, Murray
Favorite toys: Loofa dog and Cow
Aspires to be: A therapy dog
Skills: Sitting, finding dead birds.
Hobbies: Soccer,football,golf, shovel-chewing

Lucy

If you reference my last post, you would be aware of a glorious truth:
WE GOT A DOG.
Her name is Lucy. She loves peanut butter,her blankie, her bear, and he tennis ball launcher. She's the most adorable thing you've ever seen:) Me and Dad drove 9 1/2 hours last Friday to go get her, listening to Ceasar Mellan's audiobook on raising the perfect puppy the whole way. She fell asleep on my lap, but for most of the way she slept on the back of my seat and completely took it over. Grandma suggested I blog The Chronicles of Lucy, so more will probably come;)

New members

To put it simply:

WE

ARE 

GETTING

A 

DOG.

Thank you Mom, especially because you've been losing sleep over the subject.