The Golfing Asian.

After church on Sunday I decided to take the dog for a walk. (It seems that a lot of my stories come from experiences with this dog.....and they tend to be a little racist. My bad.) There is a new trail that goes along the east side of the West Bountiful Lakeside golf course, just west of where my dad grew up, and it's where a railroad track used to be that I played on when I was little with my best friend, Rachael. Yes, we played on railroad tracks....get over it. Anyways, as we near the golf course I see a little Crasian (Crazy Asian). She is in her mid-twenties, wearing long leggings with a flowing skirt and top with no shoes. It was very windy that day so she was already a mess, but then she started to run. We all know that golf is a legitimate sport, right? But you don't see people run in this sport unless you are watching or re-enacting the character played by Adam Sandler in "Happy Gilmore." Every time this Crasian would hit the ball, which was seldom and not very far, she would then run at full-speed to go and hit it again. I was fascinated. Was this her first time playing? Do they have golf where she's from? Why did that man she is with think it was a good idea to bring her golfing? Were they on a date? I don't know any of the answers to these questions, and frankly I don't care because every time I get sad I can think back and imagine the Crasian playing her very own rendition of the sport of golf.

I've Been Shot.

My sweet boyfriend is in North Carolina this summer selling security systems to a bunch of people in the ghetto. Most of these people are black, in fact, he told me last night that he's starting to not like white people. He says that "they think too much, black people don't- they just buy." hahahaha
Needless to say I've been a little worried, especially when he tells me that he's in an area where there was a shooting just last week...... for the past two and a half weeks I've been thinking he's the one in danger when I found out on a walk with my dog, that I'm in more danger than him!!

I was walking my dog last week (I say this loosely because she gets so excited and ends up "walking" me) on the safe, quiet streets of good old West Bountiful, when a car drives by and a passenger in the backseat rolls his window down. It all happened so fast! One second I'm minding my own business and the next a black man with a gun is shooting me! I was stunned! I didn't wake up that morning with the idea that I might be involved in a drive-by shooting. My life flashed before my eyes....it wasn't until I heard a small giggle that I snapped out of it. I looked behind me and saw a 4 or 5 year old little black boy hanging out the window of the car with his brightly colored water gun still pointed at me.

If I can survive something like this, walking down the streets of the Bronx after dark will be nothing!!

BAD LUCK!!

So. The past few weeks have been filled with a whole lotta bad luck for me. First, the week before finals I get uber sick and find out I have mono.....and on top of that I get strep throat!! Next I find out from my adviser at school that we both overlooked a class that I need to take to graduate.....I was able to walk but I get to do an online class this summer- whoohoo!! The day after graduation, Mother's day, my boyfriend left for North Carolina for the next 3 months :( It's really sucked not having him!! He's the best!! Plus I can't do a whole lot because I'm a sicky and all I can think about is him....but I leave for EFY in 4 weeks so then I will be busy busy.

With all that has been thrown at me I've done pretty well, I've complained but I've tried to keep that to a minimum until last Wednesday night. I went up to Logan to work a few shifts at my old job. I started with the 3-10pm shift with my favorite clients, then I had to work the grave shift, 12-9am, at another client's. The first shift was kind of hard because it was sunny outside and my cute clients just wanted to watch tv and I was tired of sitting. But nothing could have prepared me for the grave shift. Before going to the house I went to Walmart and bought myself a small blender and some things to make a protein shake (I love protein shakes). I got to my client's and left all my stuff in the car and waited until after I checked on her to go out and get everything. When I went and got everything out of my car, I left my key on the backseat and out of habit locked the doors. CRAP!! So I called the Logan police and the dispatcher said that the police officers don't carry the equipment anymore to unlock car doors and that I'd have to call a locksmith. Shoot-dang. I called a Locksmith. Really?! It's gonna cost 50-75 bucks?! No way man! So I called one of my best friends in the whole world and asked if he could come and help me. He did. He even brought one of our other friends. After a good hour and a half in the cold night with freezing winds.....a miracle happened and they got my keys out!! Seriously it shouldn't have worked, but every time I went in to check on my client I said a prayer!! I was so grateful for those boys!! They were my heroes!!

So, by 5AM Thursday morning, I was feeling really sick so I called the manager and she came in at 6 AM so I could go home. I was staying with my best friend, Jess, where she was house-sitting. Of course she wasn't awake at 6:15 AM so I called, texted her, and knocked on the door...no response. I was so tired that I just decided to get in my car and sleep until she woke up ;) While I was sleeping I missed a call from my sweet boyfriend who was checking to make sure everything was okay after he woke up to all of my frantic texts about my stupid keys!! But it gets worse! Jess came out and woke me up so I could go in and go back to sleep in the house. I was very tired and got my blanket and bag and went in. Once we got in the house Jessica asked about how I locked my keys in my car....I froze. I dropped my things and ran out to my car. Sure enough I had done it again. My doors were locked and the keys in the ignition. REALLY?! I about died!! I was so dead that I went to sleep and decided to worry about it when I woke up.

I called a locksmith and talked him down to charging me only $25 to unlock the stupid car. He felt bad for me when I told him my story and took pitty on me. I was okay with that. These 24 hours were pretty rough, but I got through it and was ready for anything else that was thrown at me.....except when I got an email informing me that the U2 concert on June 3rd has been postponed because Bono had to have back surgery. Icing on the cake. I cried. I've been waiting for this concert since I was 6 years old. Boo. All I can say is that if it is rescheduled for while I'm in Oregon/Washington this summer, I will not be a happy camper!!

GrAdUaTiOn

If you're wondering if I really wore these old 3-d glasses without any lenses the whole day, I did. Yep, I had to make my mark somehow and I told my mom that it was either the glasses or I would change my name on my card to "Robyn Bird Jeppson" .....s
he felt the glasses were more dignified.

I love my sweet parents and all that they've done for me....without them I wouldn't have graduated from college!! It has always been their dream to have all of their children graduate with a Bachelor degree....done! The day before I graduated my brother, Clint, got his Masters from the U of U and about 4 years ago my oldest sister, Sara, received her Masters from there as well. Well done parentals, you've taught us well!! I LOVE YOUS!!

Imma be all Growed UP!!

Yes, it is true. I, Robyn Lynne Jeppson, have graduated from Utah State University with a Bachelors of Science in Psychology and a Minor in Sociology. Wow. Graduation was just fabulous! I started the morning by going up to the quad to wait in the coldness to walk to the ceremony with my fellow grads. While we were waiting, there were tents set up with orange juice, ho-cho, pears, muffins, and other pastries. I decided to grab a pear. As I was eating it I was chatting with my roommate Dee and our friend Ann. It was such a scrumptious pear. After taking a picture and hiding it behind my back I looked at it before I took another bite. What I saw shocked me....it was half of the produce sticker. Yes, I had eaten the other half in my previous bite. Here I am about to graduate from a university and I eat a sticker. Really?!

CHOLO: A Mexican Gangster.

Owl City Concert = A Crowd Full of 12-17 yr Olds and Their Parentals....

Last night I went to the "Owl City" concert at Saltair. It was way fun, but only because I went with Travis and we made it fun. After running through the rain and wind and then waiting in line at will-call, we finally made it into the concert. As we looked around we noticed a sea of braces, acne, and hyper children. But don't worry because we also saw bored, wrinkled, bugged parentals. Perfect conditions, right?! So we get in the crowd and finally settle into a spot when I looked over and saw the most glorious sight of all....an Asian teenage boy. He was so happy to be there. He had glasses and in true Asian-fashion, a camera to record every song!! When he started singing the words to all the songs, I knew I was in love.
If you're starting to feel bad for Travis because I found my soul-mate, don't. He had two "hip" mothers drooling over him!! Yep, they followed us around THE WHOLE CONCERT!! They were so excited to see the band and be in the teenage scene. It was really hard to navigate through this concert because everyone just stood there and didn't move....at all. Me and Travis (and the moms) were the only ones dancing. We taught "the moms" how to mosh- talk about funny! Then we were joking about having them crowd-surf to the front and they got even more excited. Wow.
All I can say is that I don't think I will be forgetting that experience any time soon!!