great people deserve CREDIT!

am i allowed to do that? PR for friends and family on my blog? of course i am. its my blog, snitches.

i hate when people put stuff on their blog like, 'hey, i have a deal with target to tell everyone on my blog to go buy their slippers. so go buy their slippers, they are comfy and have my seal of approval. dar dar dar.' ITS ANNOYING. but this....isnt that. its just loved ones who i'd like to be appreciated...mmk?

okay so, i know some very talented people. so i thought i'd take a minute and go ahead and brag/tell you about them so YOU can enjoy them as much as i do.

first of all....
i have these friends.. these guitar-playin singer best friends. they are sisters and truly have the best voices EVER. due to an amazing song they wrote that you can find HERE...they just signed a contract to be NEDA's (National Eating Disorder Association) ambassadors, and are on their way to the top! their music is amazing and you should totes check them out. You know the kinda music that makes you go.. 'yeah...thats EXACTLY how i feel!' well, that is them.
THE FALKKKKKK SISTERSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
here are 2 of my favorites i always demand them to play for me:




second of all.................
MISS BOOTH/Mrs. Petty/ Big sister Jackie.
She is a bay area photographer but ALSO comes to Utah often to do shoots. Her prices & pictures are GREAT and she is just so darn cute how can you refuse her services? She takes photos cause she loves doing it, not for the monnnaayy. Please view some of her 2011 pictures at her JUMP site!
(and how cute is this mommy/daughter shoot she did?)

third of all..................
TAMALYN. She is my 2nd in line big sister, and has an etsy shop she has been slowly working on over the past little while. Its still in the works, but she is a graphic designer lady and has some great photo layouts for photographers to sell to clients..or just people looking for the perfect photo display templates. I'm sort of bad at explaining it because i'm not a graphic designer person...so go to her  Etsy Site and take a looksie!

SEE YA K BAI

babies babies babies babies

i love them. i love their widdle hands and their widdle feet and their annoying widdle cry.

• working in the NICU & the mama unit has been amazing. last semester i saw and did a lot of really cool stuff..helped with adoptions, was the witness on the surrogacy papers, educated countless moms on post partum depression, counseled a family who was about to lose their baby..witnessed moms kissing and crying onto their sweet little  angels who didn't make it to this world and learning the correct words to offer for comfort...it has been amazing working here. i love it and it makes me excited to have my own someday. a baby to call MY OWN! a baby that looks like me..has my nose (maybe my husbands eyes) and has a smile just like mine.

• i love walking into a room and seeing one mother holding her baby and notice its little yawn..and i love walking into another room down the hall and see a fatty little 9 pounder with tons of hair on its little noggin..i love catching myself talking babytalk to these mom's babies..even if im cooing in english to a cutie little hispanic baby. they probly think im a NUT. (its fine. i pretend 1. the baby can understand me....2. the baby is bi-lingual)

• its not all fun and games though. its hard and draining and i've come home almost in tears before. i'll be gone from the hospital for a few days and when i come back and ask about the case i was on, it is a punch in the chest to hear that my NICU baby has passed away. the same NICU baby that i was informed was possibly not going to make it, but the parents believed the baby would. ive never felt like i was lying to a patient before when i went in their room getting information, giving encouraging words about the skill of the NICU staff and the truly amazing care their baby was getting, but legally not being able to even hint that i knew anything about the medical situation.. after i heard the news, i think.."i wish i woulda been there to follow up with that family, so they didnt have to talk to a complete stranger at the time they needed someone most. even if i wasn't good at my job, at least they could have recognized a familiar face when they were making final arrangements! at least they could have had that." it is frustrating to me that i couldn't be there. it hurts my heart and i wish i could have attended the funeral, could have followed up with them afterwards. but once the case is handed off to someone else, thats the end of it and you never see them again. and it sucks.

•  alot of times i feel unqualified to be asking such personal questions when i'm doing a patient screening...(asking very personal questions about marriage status..living arrangements..outside relationships...drug and alcohol use..etc.) wanna know who scares me most though? excuse my language...but bratty teenage girls who dont give a rats ass that they just birthed a MIRACLE, because they are busy thinking about when their next high will be, or when the next time they can secretly run to the parkinglot to take a smoke. it drives me bonkers, and those teenagers really intimiade me. they  make me sweat and mumble and i hate it! my boss said when i get nervouse like that around drug moms and teens, i need to walk in and act like i'm 'all that and a bag of chips' because they need to know they need to respect me (and quit texting while i'm talking to them for crying out loud) and that i have a 'certain level of superiority' when i am inquring about hx of drug use and things like that. (this is not to act like i am better than them at all..but it is to create a professional relationship so they'll take me seriously when i offer them legit resources that can improve their lives, even if they deny me.) so basically, i need to act like i know what i'm doing, even when in my head i'm  having flashbacks to the scary kids by the 1100 hall at davis high. gotta cut those flashbacks out..hahah. i need to work on that. :/

• high profile cases make me have severe anxiety..hoping i did everything fully and right and legally..and thats all i'll say about that.

• i also dont think newborns look as much like aliens as i did before. (but they are still weird lookin when they are brand new and their faces are still swollen)

anyway, babies are just little miracles swaddled up in cuteness....i just feel so blessed to be able to be a part of the social work team at mckay-dee.

that is all.

Best beauty pageant kid ever

Prepare....to be amazed.

Sandpaper.

when an ex gets a significant other...girlfriend...or engaged.

its a funny thing. see, i've been thinking about this for a while. and i'm not quite sure why it just rubs me the wrong way..but it just does...especially since its 3 in the morning! its like sandpaper kind of. not really, but kind of ..maybe i just craft too much...but hear me out, even though this is the stupidest comparison i think i've ever made. if someone were to rub sandpaper on my skin just once, it wouldnt be so bad. i'd just be like, 'hey, ouch, please stop that.' but then they keep rubbing and rubbing and rubbing until it bleeds, it hurts, and then im just MAD. crab-apple-mcnasty mad. and HURT! pardon me for running with this sandpaper crap, but try to follow:

sandpaper is good. cool for crafts, great for wood, useless just sitting there though. its always nice to know that sandpaper is there, just in case i need it. and sometimes, sandpaper pops up when i dont need it, but its always reassuring to put it back somewhere i know i can easily access it. i've used that sandpaper in the past and have good memories with that sandpaper. its very useful! it has made me happy. we made a good crafting team. and i'll always remember the good times i had with that sandpaper...but i'll just tuck it away for now. BUT WAIT. what if i need it for something? what if someday i have a craft and i specifically NEED that piece of sandpaper? what if i try other sandpapers out but they arent as good as the first one?

but then sandpaper goes all over facebook putting pictures up of its NEW life and even though i tucked it away long ago, it rubs me the wrong way once or twice. but i dont bleed yet...its not like sandpaper has COMPLETELY disappeared from my life...its just a little uncomfortable scratchy feeling. but now im constantly thinking about sandpaper and its new sandpapery life. then sandpaper starts bragging about marrying off and starting a new happy life together with someone ELSE. and then it rubs some more harder and harder and is just so sandpapery and happy and then i start to bleed. and now im just pissy.

its just sandpaper. i can get a different type. and that one was old anyways and i hadnt used it for years. but i dont want sandpaper gallavanting off with someone ELSE. that is craft betrayal. "HOW DARE SANDPAPER!", i think..."I own sandpaper! i used it for a project for like.. 2 whole months once! and even though the project turned out bad...it was fun making the project! how dare sandpaper start a project with SOMEONE ELSE..."

...i think i'm just selfish and feel like i own every piece of sandpaper i've ever used. so when they begin to start new lives, and rub their sandpapery life all in my stupid face...it hurts a widdle bit.

its selfish of me and bitter of me. (gotta work on that)
but i guess im sad i just will never ever ever ever have the option to use that certain piece of sandpaper again. because once sandpaper seals the deal with their someone new and sandpapers girlfriend changes her last name on facebook to his...the deal is sealed. and sandpaper is lost forever.


so, ive come to the conclusion that my attitude just leaves me bleeding and hurt.
guess i just gotta go shopping for some more.

new yearzz rezzolutionz

1. lose 13 pounds. (much easier sounding than 15)
2. get a REAL job (one where my bachelors is required)
3. travel to at least 5 different states
4. 1 out of the country
5. work on my handwriting (dont judge me)
6. get rid of any bitterness in my heart



six. not too shabby....those are doable.

Letter to 2012,
Hey, please be better than 2011. 2011 sucked bad.
I'd like you to shower me with gifts, a new car, and lots of money...
but really if you can only choose one thing, a new car would be cool.
bye

love,
me

22!

my birfday was great. it involved family, wingers, cake, friends, presents and games.. what more could a girl ask for?

im 22 now..
and this will be a good year for me.
a really good year.
great, in fact.
(positive thinking, people.)

im gonna learn to sew lots of kewl stuff on my sewing machine...use my hobby lobby giftcard erryday and become a crafting wizard...im gonna lose my handles of love...and im gonna TRAVEL lots of places. woop woop!

time to read some more hungry games in my comfy jammies.

day 30!..i'm 22!

day 30....30 facts about you.

1. today i am 22 (which i will post about later)
2. i enjoy wearing cute dresses and high heels
3. i still have that 15 lbs to shed thats been hanging around my mid section
4. im currently wasting my winter break watching the seasons of FRIENDS..and it feels so good.
5.  i am graduating with my bachelors in social work in april
6. i am going to the dominican republic in august for a study abroad service trip to finish my 3 lingering credits
7.  queso makes me vomit
8. nutella makes me heppy.
9. hobby lobby is sort of like a drug to me
10. the huge grungy muppet gives me anxiety still to this day due to a nightmare i had when i was 5
11. its my dogs birthday today. that makes us twins.
12. if i got ready as much as i did in jr high, i'd probly have a boyfriend
13. i love acting so so so much, but havent for years
14. i paint/draw when i'm bored
15. i can sing with my mouth closed
16. i can also wiggle my ears
17. my first loves name in preschool was 'matthew frankenstein'
18. when i was little, i wanted to be asian, because 'Minn' on Barney was asian
19. i then changed my mind and wanted to switch my identity to Kimberly (the pink power ranger) and told my mother that when i was 18, i was legally changing my name to Kimberly whether she liked it or not.
20. i have 3 types of books on my bookshelf: harry potter, shakespear, and self help break up books. ha.
21. i have never smoked/drank and never plan to
22. i rode in the back of a cop car once, it was awesome. (i found a little boy on the side of the road and we were searching for his house..its not as rebellious as it sounds)
23. i hate dance parties. and dancing. unless i'm in a costume..then i like it.
24. i used to crimp my hair evreyday so it was crunchy and stiff. ek.
25. i wore overalls everyday in the 5th grade. (I WAS FAT...take that into consideration)
26. ive spent the last 2 summers escaping to hawaii for weeks on end
27. sometimes when im at resturants and a little kid looks over at me, i do this 'ttsschh' sound effect and scary face that sometimes makes them cry.
28. i faked an athsma attack in the 6th grade to get out of running the mile
29. i then faked another one in 9th grade during a track meet.
30. i dont like social gatherings..they stress me out. maybe thats why i stay home with my awesome family so much :)

TADAAAAAAAA.
im done with the 30 day challenge!
it only took me a year.
this was the first 'new years resolution' that i ever finished.

HUZZAH, SNITCHES!

happy birthday to me, i'll post about it later.
gonna go watch friends till i fall asleep.
bai.

happy christmas+day 29

everyone have a good christmas? i diddddddddddddd. i got a sewing machine from santa....gonna domesticate it up in the months to come. :)

day 29. who are you?

i am nicole linnae booth.

...daughter of bri & share

...sister to 4 booth beauties

...social worker to hospital patients

...puppy rescuer extrordinaire
...excessive blogger
...pinterest addict

...giver of service to old people

...professional teenage-girl-esque emotion shower

...lover of all things nutella

28- two confessions

Day 28. Two confessions.


Confession #1:

 im not sure how many of you know this....but once upon a time when i was 15...and my parents were out of town..and i didnt have my license nor my permit..................i stole my sisters car to drive to my friend brooke's house cuz i was bored. i then joy rided around her neighborhood, picked up another friend, and drove back home. i got grounded for months (which ended up only being a few weeks..teehee)..... after my mother found out via THE INTERWBZ when i was bragging to all my friends on MSN messenger.......anyways. i was in deep shiz and it was the stupidest thing i ever did.
but the best part about it?
  a. the first thing my dad said, was 'well i know where she gets it from. i used to take my parents car out all the time when i was 13'
  b. i met my boyfriend because i was under house arrest. holllaaaaaa.

Confession #2:

i dont think i have ever told this to ANYONE.
so...here i am interwebz.... finally getting this off my chest after oh...13 years? -_-

when i was in elementary school, i was on the 'student council'...mostly it was just a handful of kids who got elected to talk about school during one of the lunch hours.
 well, as the council, we decided to put a suggestion box in the office so students could put suggestions in there so we could duscuss ways we could improve our school. (not like we really had any power to do anything about our school?)
 the suggestions usually consisted of 'get vending machines' (in which im pretty sure i promised in my election speech) and 'no homework!' and 'cake for lunch' and 'FIRE MRS. DUNG' (our school nurse, whos last name really was DUNG)....and 'RECESS ALL DAY!'

well..me and my friends...we were hard-a's. and we liked to swear alot. now, i knew swearing was bad, didnt really understand what those words meant, i just knew it was cool and bad, so i did it. (im the perfect poster child for the bad kid in a seminary video....elementary style)
anyways, we would come up with tons of suggestions and stuff them in the box.
well.............i remember once i wrote a LONG letter to the box, annonymously, describing how the 'bathrooms smelled like hell and ass' and used other curse words in which i can't quite remember....but i know i used at least 5. (please imagine a chubby 9 year old nicole scribbling these words out onto wide ruled binder paper with my lisa frank pencil).

i remember proof reading it with my friends on the playground, and one of my old teachers was on yard duty that day.
"what ya reading there?"
i shoved the crass 'suggestion' into my overalls pocket and said
"oh nooooothing mrs. wheeler!"
...i then ran the the office at the speed of light to deliver my inappropriate suggestion before anyone could stop me.

upon entering student council later that week, the president made an announcement....that the suggestion box would no longer be in the office, because they were getting letters that involved inappropriate language that was offensive..and the suggestions started turning into really mean rants. students were cussing in the suggestions so the box was no longer allowed.

.............................they cancelled 'the box' because of me.
because of my bad-a 4th grade self.


i really do feel so much better now that i confessed that one.

day 25

25. ten movies you love

1. That Thing You Do
 
Guy Patterson is just a dreamboat, and 'the bass player' kinda looks like my ex boyfriend.
i can quote 95% of this movie and whenever i hear about a new fling, i like to say... 'they  make a cute couple, huh?'


2. Ten Things I Hate About You

Heath Ledger serenading me on the high school bleachers? *passes out with giddy girl joy*


3. The Family Stone

....i cried. and then i cried some more because it threw in the cancer card into the movie. but its reaaaaary good.



4. The Prestige

You make me swoon, magic man. You. make. me. swoon.



5. Titanic

Why didnt she let him onto the floating headboard with him!? THEY BOTH COULD HAVE SURVIVED! alas, her periwinkle dress made me envious, even when she was near death looking like a chilly little corpse, i thought she looked quite stylish.



6. HARRY POTTAH 1-7.2

must i even explain?




7. P.S. i love you

The part where she is reading the letter he wrote to her...when she is sitting in his backyard in Ireland... ah...and he is half there half not because he's kinda dead...but he IS there...i sob every time.



8. Crazy Stupid Love

I love the part where she calls him to help her 'fix' the gaslight in the basement..when really she just wanted to hear his voice. And he can see her through the window, and just smiles at her lying to him while she is crying.



9. Pride & Prejudice

I hope to someday dance in a ballroom with my love and have everyone magically disappear in the room so it is only me and him...and i will be completel, perfectly, incandescently happy.



10. The Help

i love emma stone, i love eqaulity, and i love when mean racist people eat pies full of  $..#..!..+..

day 24

Day 24: Someone you would switch lives with for a day and why


call me crazy..........
but i would switch lives with.....
..ok its a toss up between a kardashian sister and kate middleton.

why:

1.every kardash sister is super rich and i cannot IMAGINE how much money they are able to spend, anxiety-free, day by day. droppin a thou aint no thing at tiffany's! man.. what would that be like!?

2. princess kate is pure class...has the most beautiful dresses...and lives in a palace.

..on the other hand...the kardashians are sort of super slutty...

...and princess kate doesnt eat more than a few leaves of lettuce a day
.....and is married to a balding gentleman. hmm.

so maybe this means i secretly have some desire to be filthy rich?
that must be it.
-_-