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Here is the trick.

http://www.metacafe.com/watch/2398232/pepsi_max_job_interview_funny_commercial/

PS- My favorite part is their dance party at the end.

Provo... Ugh

I feel like I have been in Provo waaay too long. I'm starting to get antsy. There are a few things holding me back... my job, my sister, my amazing roommates and that whole diploma thing. I only have one term and two semesters left... then, ARIZONA, HERE I COME! I'm graduating in April (10 months from now) and then I will head down to Arizona where I, hopefully, will already have a job. I will start job hunting fall semester 2009 and hopefully go and interview and do some firm tours over Christmas break. Then, get a job and move down after graduation and start my new life! I have an older brother and his family and an older sister and her family (that includes 6 nieces and nephews)so I will have lots to do. I just need a change. I need to start a new life. I love Provo and it will always hold a special place in my heart -- these are my college years, of course they are special. I will definitely miss the quaintness and the mountains. But there comes a time, more specifically for me, to move ON. So... after April 2010... I'm outie. Loves.

Just had to throw down a few pics of my cute niece, Sabrina, and me, as well as my gorgeous little sister and mom. I've got a family reunion coming up in a couple of weeks and can't wait to take lots of pictures and load them on here. Love my family!

Park City

So, I spent the weekend in the beautiful town of Park City. My gosh I love that place. It has to be one of my favorite spots on this earth -- seriously. I drove up through Provo canyon in my new little car and enjoyed the stunning drive... there was something totally comforting making that drive. Just me, my music and the gorgeous scenery. I almost ran myself off the road trying to take a picture with my camera phone. Woops. I directly put that away and didn't try it again -- but the picture was worth it. One thing I didn't get to do is visit my favorite art gallery. Out of all of the art museums and galleries I have seen... this has to top them all on my list. Scanlan Photography. They have a small gallery right on Main Street in PC... everytime I'm up there, I have to stop in. I've never purchased anything there and I probably won't either. It would ruin the novelty of getting to go in everytime I'm in PC. You know what I mean? I love the feel of PC. Granolas everywhere. Subtly classy, hard core and vintage. The granolas inspired me -- I found out this weekend that I can get out of the shower and just let my hair pretty much air dry and it will dry into this kind of wild, wispy curly do. Easy, fast and I love it. Thank you granolas. Thank you Park City.

Amendment

So, for those of you who are thinking, "What in the world is mein Schatz?" here is your explanation. Sorry, my bad. I got a little caught up in writing the last entry. It is German for, "my treasure." In Germany, it is a term of endearment that is used by girls to call their boys. The “a” is usually held for a longer period of time producing a whiney, almost naggy sound. Sometimes, they even add a “y” at the end making it even more of a pet name: “Schatzy!” I came to love it. I still do.

Mein Schatz

Mein Schatz. I would like to introduce you to the newest member of the Ashley Jones family: her name is Schatz. She is my new 2007 Toyota Corolla CE. Yes. I purchased a car. My sis and I have been sharing a car since I got home from the mission and it started to get a little difficult cause our schedules were becoming pretty different. So, Papa Jones and I hopped on Autotrader.com, KSLcars.com and the like and found a 2007 Toyota Corolla CE with 6,000 miles on it for $9500. Can you believe that?! It is brand new and in perfect condition! I must admit, that in the beginning of the search, my heart was set on a white Honda Accord. For any of you who know me, you know that that is basically my dream car. After test driving this Corolla, my mind has been changed. I don't really have a dream car anymore. I'm in love with my new little car. Seriously. It is amazing what a new car does to you. I am almost scared to drive it. You know when you move into a new apartment with new roommates, there is that awkward fear inside you? Ya, that is how I felt driving my car back down to Provo after picking it up. I drove the speed limit the whole way home (oops, I mean, I do that all the time. That was for you Mom.)and am super careful about what I do in that car. No food allowed. Only the best of music is played. Last night my amazing roommates and I were all home (which does not happen very often) and we all decided to take Schatz for a little test drive. We rolled down the windows and paid a tribute to my high school club "The Dodgers" and played our theme CD. It was definitely the best girls night in a while.

The nun has broken out.

The sun is out. It hasn't been out for a while. Although, I did just get back from cruising on a ship to Mehiko (Mexico: for those of you who aren't familiar with a Spanish accent.) Now, I say Mexico and I know what you must be thinking. Contaminated! Swine flu! No. Wrong. The captain of the boat announced over the loud speaker the night before we were supposed to visit Ensenada that we in fact would NOT be visiting. The national health association deemed swine flu too dangerous and they didn't want to risk the health and safety of those on board. So, what did we do? We gained an extra few pounds. Yep. For anyone who has never been on a cruise, I will tell you one thing: there is unlimited soft serve ice cream and a 24 hour pizza bar. So, now you understand what I mean when I say "we gained a few extra pounds." I lost count of how many ice cream cones I ate. They are so happy! I perfected my swirl. Dairy Queen and McDonalds are both fighting for me and my skills. (Ewww. Gross. That makes me throw up in my mouth a little bit.)

I think the best part of the cruise was the dancing. I normally tend to view myself as pretty conservative when it comes to dancing. I just got back from my mission and have been called "weird" but am slowly working out of the nun stage. I officially broke out on this cruise. I have a 20 year old sister who was with me on this cruise -- she is my inspiration when it comes to dancing. Can't quite do it without her. When we got on the dance floor, sober and without any care of who was watching, the party started. Seriously. We danced from 11:30 to 2:30... nonstop. I haven't sweat like that in a long time. Sorry, TMI. One of the nights, my sister and I and a few other friends were pretty pooped and done for the night so we maneuvered out way out of the club and passed another "adult" club. It was dead. Everyone was just sitting smoking, drinking and staring at the wall. There was a great live band going so the four of us looked at each other and without speaking a word, danced our way onto the dance floor. We got a few pretty awesome looks as we livened the place up. Within 10 minutes, we had the dance floor packed. Yes, packed. We surveyed our work and nodded in satisfaction, then left to get some fresh air. Mission accomplished. The nun has broken out.