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curry in a hurry

2011-05-03T13:46:00.000-07:00

I may or may not have made coconut curry last night for dinner and had bollywood music playing when Dave got home. (and did my best to dance like they do in the music video)

A few hints for next time:

Use less cayenne pepper, it will make it easier to eat. (and i like spice)

Make it at someone elses house, because me and my house still smell like curry.

Rent the bollywood version of Pride and Prejudice, it will add to the experience.

Learn how to make that bread, Naan? I love that stuff.

namaste.

Gethsemane

2011-04-23T12:00:00.000-07:00

Easter is tomorrow. And to be honest, it is always good to have a reminder that Easter is about more than Reeses peanut butter eggs and Cadbury anything.

Back in October my husband I went to my nephews Primary program, and they sang a song I had never heard. It was so powerful and full of the spirit. It made us both cry. I have since been campaigning for our Primary to learn and sing it.

This version I found on youtube really doesn't do it justice. Just imagine a stage full of sweet little faces singing at the top of their lungs. Beautiful.

A sweet reminder of the love He has for us.

Happy Easter

hearts

2011-04-19T13:34:00.000-07:00

Do you know what expression I do not understand? This is something a lot of people say that almost makes me cringe.

"In my heart of hearts"

Huh? Where did this come from? Why, oh why is it used?

We have one heart. Juuuuust one.

I know they are not meaning it literally. I still don't love it. What do they mean when they are saying it?

Fix it.

(apologies if you use this phrase. i forgive you. from the bottom of my hearts)

impressive

2011-03-29T21:15:00.000-07:00

currently impressed by:

my texting skills.
i have a "smart phone" and it has that fancy schmancy swype texting. lovely little invention. however, every time i try and "swype" the word you, it comes out thou. i do this a lot. ive decided that it shows a higher level of respect to those that i text.

my ability to eat cookies.
girl scout cookies. samoas. husband doesn't eat them so he reminds me when they are gone that there is only one person to blame... ps- sugar cookies from smartcookie MUST be made with crack. it would be embarrassing to admit the actual amount of both kinds of cookies that i have recently consumed.

my ability to not vomit when a patient of mine does.
it is really gross. and it happens. vomit at the hospital happens a lot. but yet i have been able to NOT toss the above beloved cookies.

im assuming you are impressed too.

ps-forgive the lazy, no capitalization and no punctuation ect. or... just be impressed by it.

pps- its been awhile huh?

good thing.

2011-01-26T18:49:00.000-08:00

One year ago today, I said yes.

And I am so happy that I did.

Here's to:

countless pans of brownies, thinking each other is hilarious, grown up purchases, trips together (and getting to sleep in the same bed), late night 7-11 runs, and all the other wonderful things saying yes brought.

xoxo

basement

2011-01-21T17:02:00.000-08:00

I have been sick the last few weeks. You know, the man voice, stuffy nose, energy sucker, cough that sounds like a dog barking kind of sick. I sounded like death. Felt like dirt.

Turns out sick people don't really feel comfortable with a nurse coughing all over them. Whatev.

So I have spent the majority of time locked up in my basement on the couch. The first few days were not too bad. Pajamas and crappy TV without feeling guilty. Then it starts to wear on you. My skin lost its "I just got back from Cancun" luster (thank you in-laws!), my little chest got all too use to wearing no bra, and I'm not sure if my husband would recognize me if I put on makeup and I ran out of clean pajamas.
I got bored. I read a lot of blogs. Pretty sure I looked at all of your friends blogs. (you all have lovely friends) Looked at lots of crafting, fashion and food blogs. This all made me feel uncreative, backwards and hungry.
I reached an all time low when I found myself watching 3 episodes of The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. Yikes. More glitter and botox than I can handle. Pretty sure those stiff foreheads scared most the sick out of me.

I'm feeling better. Left the house. Returned to work. Wearing a bra and makeup. And feeling like I don't need to watch TV for a long time....

or at least till next wednesday (tell me you saw this weeks Modern Family?!)

my blog brings people together.

2011-01-13T00:01:00.000-08:00

Really it does. No, really.

Back in May of 2009 I posted this. The important part there was me mentioning this cool chick who was going on 31 dates before she turned 31. She blogged about it. I liked.

Then, a friend of mine(from my mission, who I didn't think ever read my blog) saw it on my blog and told her brother about the dating extravaganza and he signed up to be date number 31 and now... they are getting married! Pretty darn great huh? I'm almost positive they will name their first born after me.

This all makes me very happy.

2011-01-10T12:11:00.000-08:00

Thanks for all the Christmas cards we had in our mailbox this year. Kansas, you all are so good looking. Really. Pretty people and your pretty families. The cards are still on the fridge.

You may have noticed that we didn't send out cards. Yeah. I'm still working on our wedding thank yous. I know. It has been 6 months. I know. Don't judge me. According to etiquette I have 1 year.

Now, if we did send out cards, I may have added this picture. Because nothing says Merry Christmas like me makeup free, in pajamas that are a wee bit small and Dave in U of U garb.

Hope all of your holidays were as wonderful as ours!

xoxo

5 months

2010-11-12T15:09:00.001-08:00

Over a month ago I had a dream. It started out to be a great one. It was a Ferris Bueller's day off with one of my bffs Serena.
It turned bad. The toilet was full of swimming triceratops that were out to bite. Then small children started to climb out of the toilet. They were followed by the Dalai Lama. Naturally.

I woke up in the middle of the night disturbed and confused. I was a little freaked out to be honest. AND I also had to tinkle. For a good ten minutes I tried to talk myself into walking down the dark hall to the bathroom. I couldn't get the triceratops, children and the Dalai Lama out of my mind.
So I nudged my husband, warned him that this was going to sound crazy, and then asked him to walk me to the bathroom.

He did. (Turns out there were no left over triceratops, children or Dalai Lama)

I am a grown woman. What? I have been walking myself to the bathroom for years.

Now...

it is kind of nice that I have a dark hall escort.

addicted

2010-11-03T15:13:00.000-07:00

Dave and I have an unhealthy addiction to Modern Family. We discovered it this summer on Hulu. We spent many a minutes watching whatever episodes we could find online. We purchased Season 1 as soon as it was out and stayed up late watching it.

We love it. I think we have a crush on it. We both find ourselves bringing it up in casual conversation. Kind of like when you have a crush on someone and so you bring them up in conversation just to hear their name.

I don't even care that the show is kind of trendy right now. It brings me joy every Wednesday night. Chances are we have already tried converting you to watching it too.

I tried finding a video clip to give a taste, but couldn't find one to do it justice.

Just watch a little on hulu.

ps- Horror. I just read on another blog that they.... didn't like Modern Family. It saddened me.

2010-11-03T14:25:00.000-07:00

This picture really doesn't have anything to do with the post. I just like it.

(Dave and my nephew Sammy. )

Me, my sisters in-law and my momma went to Vegas. Just the girls. Well, just the girls plus baby Sammy and baby Cole.

We did what most people do in Vegas. Ate yummy food, went shopping and stayed up late into the night beading jewelry. My mom brought a trunk full of beads and we created.

I must confess that I am somewhat of a disappointment to my mother. All my sister in-laws are much better at beading jewelry than I am. I was much more interested in stuffing my face and chit chatting. It is a good thing my brothers married wonderful ladies. :) She needs to pass on her talent.

Thanks for the good times ladies!

ps- My only regret is that Carolyn and I shared the PB Euphoria at Max Brenner chocolate instead of getting our own.

meals on wheels

2010-10-12T15:19:00.000-07:00

Long day in spent in government buildings. (traffic school and dmv)
So naturally I needed something special to reward myself.
Pulled into In-N-Out to get a burger.
I felt a little sheepish when the drive-thru girl asked, "are you planning on eating in the car?" um... what she should have said is, "are you one of the fatties that can't wait to get home to eat your hamburger?"
I of course told her I would be one of the fatties.
Turns out they aren't just taking a poll of all of the slobs that come through. They gave me a "lap mat."

Lovely. I can set fries on my lap and not get messy.

I'm gross.

Colder please.

2010-09-29T14:02:00.000-07:00

Dear Refrigerator Gods,

I was fine with our refrigerator breaking the day we got married. Really, I was. It meant I didn't have to clean it after all the usage by the single men (one especially messy one).
It was fun to pick out a new one with the husband. Cute. Our first big purchase.

I have loved the new fridge. All nice and new. Making ice and giving me filtered water. Keeping food cold and the freezer was a champ! Things that needed to be frozen were.

Then after a weekend away and a brutal night shift, when I came home to a smelly warm refrigerator and the damaged wood floors-- I just sighed and chuckled. Oh, such is life. I didn't even vomit when I cleaned it all out.

Today, however, I am annoyed. It can be fixed. But not until next Tuesday. Boo on that. I want my fridge to work. I want cold food. I want to eat something besides peanut butter toast.

Fix it. And I mean before Tuesday.

xoxo

smells like teen spirit

2010-09-28T18:30:00.000-07:00

Guarantee that if you were to blindfold yourself and put ear plugs in that you would know if you were in a room with high school girls.... They smell like body spray and gum.

Really they do. They smell like they swim in body spray and then dry off with pieces of gum.

When I was in high school. Victoria Secret pear spray was all the rage. In fact I remember my sister in-law encouraging me to wear it on my very first date.

I don't even know what the rage is now.

What was your high school scents of choice?

2010-09-20T10:54:00.000-07:00

Hi blog world,

I prayed Saturday night before going to bed that my shift for work would be cancelled. I ended up working 16 1/2 hours instead... I think my prayer was intercepted.

Dreamt last night that I was still in high school. Threw a party, and it was lame. Woke up feeling insecure.

Now all I want is a hot fudge sundae.

Love,

nannersbananners.

Made me happy

2010-09-14T10:11:00.000-07:00

Shoe shopping last week. Had to get something for my poor feet to survive these 12 hour shifts. No way will I be purchasing crocs. I refuse to ever wear those hideous things.
I was trying on some good old reliable Danskos. The very nice shoe salesman measured my feet and then said something that would make any size 9 girl beam inside. "Your feet are petite." I wanted to kiss him. (Like the way you would kiss your grandpa.)

I have petite feet! :)

bambinos

2010-09-06T11:47:00.000-07:00

So, I was just experimenting with making collages on picasa and decided that I needed to share some more pics of some adorable of lil children who also share a bit of dna with me.

cute huh?

spandex

2010-09-03T15:29:00.000-07:00

I got a pretty sweet graduation gift from Dave. A pretty little rode bike and some spandex to wear while we ride.

Only been on a handful of rides, and I have to say that I have taken to wearing spandex. It is actually quite lovely. Especially the extra padding in the bum area. Not too shabby.

Love riding with Dave too. Eventually I need some gals to ride with, but I pretty much love riding with him. He lets me ride behind him so he takes most of the wind and most of all he tells me good job and gets excited for me when I make it to the top of a hill.

Did my first canyon Wednesday. We did not plan on going to the top when we started but I couldn't NOT finish it. My legs were on fire and I may or may of not have shed a few tears at the top. BUT it felt amazing!

(me at the top of emigration)

Got home and made this drink to celebrate. SO yummy!!

happy sabbath

2010-09-02T09:51:00.000-07:00

Woke up early Sunday morning to prepare a talk.
30 minutes later remembered that we had plumbing problems the night before. No toilet today.
Tried to hold it for awhile. Maybe I can hold it till church at one? Not a freakin chance.
Hopped in the car, told husband I didn't know where I was going for sure, just had to take care of business.
Pulled into the Holiday Gas station. Ran in, relieved to see a bathroom. Disappointed that I had to ask for a key.
After taking care of "business" I was washing my hands and got startled by the image in the mirror. Greasy pony tail, crooked glasses and oh yeah, my shirt was inside out. Probably had eye buggers and I hadn't brushed my teeth either.
Came out feeling better. I bought some gum because I felt awkward.
Yep. Broke the Sabbath. Ox was in the mire. Don't judge.

PS- We have working plumbing now. Please feel free to stop at our place if you ever have a similar problem. No need to buy gum or feel awkward.

deep thoughts, sort of

2010-08-11T13:42:00.000-07:00

The following things have gone through my mind today:

I hate it when I see a spider and I am naked. In the last week I have had 2 naked run ins with spiders while I am getting out of the shower. Being without clothes makes me feel vulnerable to the spider. Freaks me out. When I have clothes on I am a lot braver in the killing of the spider process.

My brother in-law is in the MTC. Thinking about him. Excited for him. Thinking about my own mission and missing how wonderful it feels to be a missionary. On that same note, happy to not be wearing pantyhose or knee highs.

My two new nephews that I need to cuddle.

My up coming dates with the sunshine and water. Happy!

Cooking. I think about cooking or food all of the time! It means more when you have a grateful husband to feed. (if you have a recipe site you care to share...do it.)

I talk too much. Haven't thought certain statements through. Foot in mouth.

I need to change my name officially. I have an identity crisis every time someone asks for my name.

I haven't had a snow cone all summer. Tragedy.

And those things are all my mind has had to offer today.

troll

2010-07-27T13:26:00.000-07:00

I got a quite a response on displaying hideous pictures of myself. So glad they were enjoyed. Completely worth it.

Now you guys can all go back to thinking I look normal and not like a troll.

If you need help, you can go to Rachel Thurston's blog and have a peek at our wedding pics. She is amazing. I love her. We love her. You should love her. You will love her. She has to be a genius. I mean, let us be honest. You saw the previous post. She is magic.

a taste of the dominican

2010-07-06T19:41:00.000-07:00

As promised... a few pictures from the Dominican. ooo la la!

You will want to click on it so you can see it close up. Promise.

Pretty, pretty. Sigh. Dave didn't know he had landed such a babe! Seriously, I think I was possessed. Or a camera malfunction? The water reflection? Mosquito bite gone bad?

Or maybe...

Or maybe I just look like that a lot.

Sorry Dave. Deal has been made. Sign, sealed delivered. I am yours.

Did the heart grow fonder

2010-06-30T09:12:00.000-07:00

with my three month absence?

I have a good excuse. See list below.

Graduate from Nursing school. check.
Become ornery and burnt out with wedding plans. check. check.
Interview for a nursing job via phone on my way to the temple to get married. check. (for real)
Get married to a freakin fantastic guy. CHECK!
Move into the freakin fantastic guy's house. check.
Have a dreamy honeymoon in Dominican Republic. check!
Lose all dignity and vomit my brains out and have diarrhea day 3 of dreamy honeymoon. check. check.
Get a happy email from nurse manager offering me a job. check!!
Eat yummy Ethiopian food in NYC on our way home from D.R. check.
Come home and start real life. check.
Broken fridge. check.
Leaky pipe in wall, plumber visit of 5 hours. check. check.
Not saying goodbye to freakin fantastic guy every night who takes care of broken fridges and plumbers. check!!

Live happily with a near perfect man who loves me. EVEN after seeing my face covered in vomit.
check. CHECK!

I am a happy girl.

easter eve

2010-04-03T20:36:00.000-07:00

My mom rocks. Sent me an Easter package with things like beef jerky, homemade jam and cadbury mini eggs.

I had jerky for dinner tonight. Thanks mom, love you. :)

Been to 7-11 far too many times in the last week than I care to admit. I feel like when I show up there I look like one of the "people of Wal-mart." Baggy sweats and un-showered. I almost ask for a pack of marborlos just because everyone else does, but stick to my big gulp instead.

I had Lucky Charms cereal a few days ago. I think it has too many marshmallows.It use to be my favorite. I feel old. Next thing I know I will be saying that the music at Forever 21 is way too loud. Oh wait, I do say that.

Oh by the way, on May 7th I will be one step closer to sanity.

stark

2010-03-25T17:03:00.000-07:00

Are you confident naked?
For a very long time I have almost been a naked-phobic.*
I am one who would even dodge the mirror as I got into the shower. Many of you may be feeling nervous for my husband to-be and our impending marriage, because apparently nakedness is involved in such a union. **
Speaking of our engagement, we took our engagement photos... I will be sure to share once they have available.
Call me shallow or vain, but I had desires for my skin to look sun kissed for the photos. Is that so wrong? I don't care who you are, don't you feel a little prettier and maybe even thinner when you are tan?
Instead of spending time in the tanning bed or jumping into a box and having a machine spray me, I opted to be airbrushed.
Um... Did you know that people do this naked?!?! As in stark naked. NUDE. I asked the lady technician for a towel, so I could perhaps break up the nudity. She said ok... But when it came down to it she said I needed to be positioned like this:

(Arms out legs spread-this was the only pic that showcased the stance. Sorry about the nudity)
After a little hesitation I dropped my towel and with my head held high I stood there, and she sprayed my every inch. My head was held high mostly because I was too embarrassed to look at her. (It was like a little kid playing peek-a-boo. They think you can't see them if they are covering their own eyes.)

Well, she saw me. Saw all of me, and I was indeed the most naked I have ever been.

It wasn't as traumatic is I expected. But, for the record I wasn't comfortable.
Really the most traumatic part was what I smelled like afterwards. (chemical....ek)

I was feeling pretty pleased about my decision and results... until my friend said, "you got sprayed naked??!? Anna, PORN STARS do that!"
So, maybe me and the late Anna Nicole Smith do have something in common besides our names after all....

fake skin color.

*being spray tanned and being in nursing school are good remedies for anyone else who may be a bit naked-phobic
**For the record, I am not worried.

Jetsons

2010-03-07T08:23:00.000-08:00

There has been a lot of talk about my mode of transportation in the last little while. It is a pretty impressive machine. Not many have heard of a Chrysler lasting more than 200 THOUSAND miles.
The longevity of this magical thing has not come easy. I have AAA and without fail I have used the allotted tows each year. My mechanic , whom I love (did I just use "whom" in the right context??) knows me by name. AND he and I are both impressed that he hasn't had to do anything major since I ran her off the road January 2009.
For a while I tried to talk my dad into helping me get a different car. No way. His words exactly: "I made my bed and I am going to sleep in it!" Translation: We put a lot of work into it and I am not going to throw that away.
So, I have had to grow to love this car. Or at least appreciate it. No car payment has been most lovely.
The following are a few things that I love about this vehicle, or at least things that I believe give it some charm.
The paint is chipping off. Not the most attractive thing, but I have the strongest urges to pick it off. Kind of like when you get a sunburn. Who doesn't feel some sort of satisfaction when you peel off a big piece of your skin? (gross, but agree with me)
It has a squeak. I go to my trusty mechanic every 6 weeks or so and he sprays the under carriage to make it go away. BUT I have heard from a few friends that they LOVE to hear the squeak. They say it is charming...
It sounds like a Jetson mobile, or so I have been told. It has a gentle "whirring" much like the sound of the Jetson's futuristic mobiles. I know, you are jealous.
When coming off the freeway, or taking it down from a very high speed to a much slower speed it has a shake. It gives my arms a massage, and reminds me that I should work on getting those arms in shape.
Who else has a car that does ALL that?

To my Chrysler: Here's to many more months of driving bliss! Cheers!! (please, for the love, do not die!)

2010-02-09T19:19:00.000-08:00

Me and this guy here, have news. Most of you have probably heard.... If not, go here and find out. Or go here even if you do know. :)

2010-01-28T16:38:00.001-08:00

I have an ENORMOUS amount to blog about AND in due time I will be sure to share...

BUT for now, let us just have a good laugh at this picture:

Look at that genuinely happy grin I have on my face! This was taken at the frame home in Palmyra. I was giving a tour. Can you believe I was that happy? Even though I had a few extra pounds, bad hair, a very shiny forehead and that dress!!! That was one I would wear when I wanted to look cute! If you could pan down, you would see orthopedic shoes to complete the look.

I really was that happy. Happiest time and happiest version of me I can remember.

Guess what? I am even more happy now. :)

source of happiness

2010-01-19T13:30:00.000-08:00

Today this 38 second wonder is the only thing that has made me laugh. I made my study group watch this right before we went to take an exam.

Enjoy.

FAIL! Single Ladies Gone Wrong [Video]- Watch more Videos at Vodpod.

Oddly, a room of nursing students finds someone inflicting pain on themselves very humorous...

And even though I have seen this thing for months it doesn't get old.

I am a sick person.

hummmmm

2010-01-13T10:47:00.000-08:00

Remember how my words tend to never cease? (see post below)

Apparently even when I am sleeping I want to be heard.

My roommate claims that I was humming in my sleep. I woke her up with my humming. Not sure the tune, but humming I did.

Not quite sure if I believe it...

OK, maybe I do believe it.

Do breathe right strips help with that?

punishment

2010-01-05T12:50:00.000-08:00

In upstate NY there lives a family*. A very nice, sweet, and wonderful family. The kind of family that probably doesn't own a TV, only eats organic foods, and instead of putting them in timeout for wrong doings, they take away their speaking privileges. No lie. I remember being there for a dinner appointment and asking one of the children a question, to which they did not respond. Mother explained the child's speaking privileges were revoked AND had been since morning and would be for the rest of the day. I had never heard of this. Me not being a mother and not being familiar to all discipline methods(I was a perfect child and teenager), I thought perhaps this to be normal.... Haven't heard of this punishment since.

Hadn't thought of it much really either. Until this last Sunday. We were in Sunday school and we read a scripture about God's words never ceasing. My friend leaned over and said, "neither do Anna's." haha I giggled. I giggled because I know it is not far from the truth. Well, I like to talk. Later I teased I wouldn't speak for the rest of the night. 30 seconds later I said something.

I think I would have exploded if I were punished in the same way the children in the NY family were. Gone crazy. Rammed myself into walls, chewed my nails, and probably would have developed some kind of tick...

I would much rather get a swat on the hiney.

But that is just me.

*This family really was lovely. Children were healthy and loved and probably more normal than I can expect any of my own offspring to be.

bloggers block.

2009-12-30T18:06:00.000-08:00

Yes, so it has been a month since I have blogged. I just don't have the fever or the time. Pray for me. :)

I lost my mind briefly. Really. I did.

My mind is back. Here are a few things going on inside it...

Christmas is a lovely holiday.

Being with people you love make it fabulous.

Oriental people don't don't seem to age. I need to eat more rice or something. It must be the fountain of youth.

One of my favorite things is dipping a soft serve ice cream cone into a root beer fountain drink. Tasty. Tasty Treat. :) Thanks Rena for the use of your beverage.

Buddy's restaurant in Pocatello comes home with you. In the form of stench. For days. Garlic. Wow. (thanks ladies, good times!)

At the risk of sounding seriously so blessed, I need to tell the world that I have the best boyfriend in the world who is taking me to NYC for my Christmas/Birthday!!!! Woot Woot! Any must sees in NYC?? Share.

I like not going to school. I wish winter break never ended.

Snow is pretty. BUT it is also quite inconveniencing.

I think I look better when I have more than 5 hours of sleep.

Yesterday my iPod played one of the most lovely play lists. I pressed shuffle and my ears were treated so nicely. I didn't skip one song. That was happy.

PS- Does anyone else notice that a most of my blogs mention food at some point? Perhaps I should dig deeper into my soul next time I share...

odoriferous

2009-11-21T17:30:00.000-08:00

I soak up smell like kitty litter soaks up pee. (ew) I will blame it on my hair. It absorbs any and ALL smells.

When I drive through the Subway drive thru, to eat fresh, I smell like I just put in a 10 hour shift as a sandwich artist.

If someone has lit a campfire within a 10 mile radius I smell like I sang kumbaya and roasted mallows around that fire. It usually takes 3 washes to get the stench out.

Someone orders fajitas at the other end of the table and not only do I smell like sizzling chicken or beef with onions, but I start speaking spanish. It's weird.

I walk through the farm animal exhibits at the fair and come home smelling like I just rolled around in manure. (Roommate requested I shower as soon as I walked in the house)

This can be a problem. I do not always want to smell like the food I may or may not have eaten and I do not want to smell like all my extracurricular activities.

Fix it.

And I shall call her...Wendy.

2009-11-17T14:39:00.000-08:00

I went grocery shopping today. Woo-pee-doo right? No big deal? Wrong. BIG deal. It was needed. I haven't bought food since Winco made its debut here in the Salt Lake Valley. I was running low. Way low.

So low that last week I decided that I would name my first born girl Wendy. After Wendy's. I ate there 5 times in the last week. At least. I love their spicy chicken anything. I was there 3 times in 2 days. So very sad, yet so very good. Not going to name names, but someone else ate there just as much as I did last week.

I sent this text to that person on my last Wendy's run:

Yep, I did. Again.

Stop judging already! It's convenient.... and quick... and cheap...and it tastes good! I love Wendy, and she loves me back.

oink

2009-11-02T15:19:00.001-08:00

I craved bacon all morning. It was really ALL I could think about. I woke up wanting it. Drove to work thinking about it. Told all my co-workers I had to get some. Told them I was craving it ever 3min. It was consuming all my energy to crave it. I practically forgot my own name because all I could think about was bacon. At least two pieces pork goodness needed to be mine. (because when would 1 piece ever be enough?) By 10:30am I was almost climbing the walls. I finally ran over to the cafeteria to indulge.

It was gone. They were getting lunch out. No bacon for me. Tragedy.

I settled for a diet coke and a brownie (yes, at 10:30 in the morning).

The only thing close to a pork product that I got today was a vaccination for the piggie flu.

This better not be a reflection of how the rest of my week is going to go.

white hair

2009-10-22T13:53:00.001-07:00

Here is a picture of some of my friends from the mission. Some are young and some are not as young. Note the good looking people with white hair. Sheesh, I love them. Sometimes I feel like I can relate to the seasoned age group easier than my own generation.

What I am getting at is... I think I will make a great old lady one day.

Here's why:

I love a nice cup of herbal tea. Blueberry is the flavor of choice these days AND tea tastes good when you are reading a good book.

I love to tousle young peoples hair, pinch kids cheeks and kiss babies.

I love me an occasional Werthers original toffee candy.

I think pants with elastic waists are comfortable and practical.

I love cats. I have 4 right now and they are the loves of my life. *

I pay to lighten my hair. One day it will just be white.... or gray... for free.

I sometimes say inappropriate things and I long for the days that people will just ignore it and chalk it up to me being senile and old. Old people can get away with saying ANYTHING.

*Complete lie. I don't have a cat or cats. Do not wish to ever own one. Just thought it sounded good because old ladies have cats. ;)

H is for...

2009-10-08T13:51:00.000-07:00

I was on the phone today communicating with a doctors office. I was trying to spell a difficult name out for the woman on the other end...
A as in apple, N as in Nancy, S as in Sam etc...

H. H as in......

Nothing. Silence on the other end. My mind blank of ANY H words that would do H justice.

Hell. H as in hell!

It did the job. In fact the lady on the other end giggled. Name was successfully given. Information successfully exchanged.

I know. Probably not appropriate or professional. BUT probably better for me to say that than hooker and hussy. Both words that came to mind.

Isn't there some kind of universal tool for this? Doesn't the military use something helpful? What was the proper H word I should have been using?!

Mind the Gap

2009-10-06T08:00:00.000-07:00

Remember these ladies? We were all together two weekends ago. Had a sleepover. (pillow fights and braided each others hair). Went to General Relief Society Conference together. I love that Barbara Thompson sister. Gave a wonderful talk... "Mind the Gap" Here's the gist...

Several years ago I visited some dear friends in London, England. During this visit I traveled on the tube—a subway system of underground trains that people use frequently to get from place to place. In each of these busy subway stations, there are warning signs about dangers that people may encounter. Lights flash on and off to notify people that a train is approaching and they need to stand back. There is also a sign to remind people that there is danger—a gap between the train and the station platform. The sign says, “Mind the Gap.” This reminds people not to let their foot get caught in the gap and not to drop anything in the gap because it will go under the train and be lost. The caution sign is needed and warns people of a very real danger. In order to be safe, people must “mind the gap.”
Many of us have gaps in our own lives. Sometimes it is the difference between what we know and what we actually do or the gap between our goals and what we actually accomplish. These gaps can be reminders of ways in which we can improve or, if ignored, can be stumbling blocks in our lives.

Read the talk. It is a good one.

I did a study abroad in London years ago. This talk got me thinking about my own experience on the tube. Shout out to Miss Hannah. Good times.

This little Idaho girl loved feeling like a city girl. What is more "city girl" than riding an underground train everyday?

We were there one of the hottest European summers of history. The tube wasn't air conditioned. I think that they perhaps should consider changing that (if they haven't already) OR maybe install showers were people can rinse off before boarding. Extreme heat+tube+lots of people who don't value daily showers=wretched smell.

Street performers. So fun. Usually really good and often creepy.

Vending machines right on the tracks... Filled with Cadbury specialties. Heaven. Americans can't touch their chocolate over there. They just do it better.

People watching. LOVED it. Such a melting pot.

Sometimes it was tricky to hold on when the tube was in motion. Wish I would have learned this trick:

Hands free. Tubular.

Tell me

2009-09-24T12:26:00.000-07:00

Should one feel guilty for:

Eating a lot of ice cream? I mean... a few bowls (meaning more than one) everyday for several days in a row?

Letting her handsome boyfriend pay 2 dollars at the fair so we could get a look at the shortest woman in the world? (she was 29 inches... I imagine that most people would be curious.)

For having Fergilious song lyrics in her head ALL day long then struggling to get them out of her head during prayers?

Huh.

Just curious.

I wouldn't feel guilty.... but that's just me.

fergilious def-i-nition... make them boys go loco....

Ok maybe a little guilty about the smallest woman in the world...

2009-09-15T15:37:00.001-07:00

this is an old pic of me and Rach

Went to dinner at Mikado with my friend Rachael on Friday night. We like Mikado.

Used the bathroom at Mikado. Even though it was clean I took the time to manually cover the seat with a few layers of toilet paper. My butt does NOT want to share germs with any of their butts (as in anyone who used the facility before me).

Later that night I went to tuck in my shirt and felt something. First thought was, "Oh silly me- a dryer sheet!"

ha.

Went to pull the "dryer sheet" out and well, it wasn't a dryer sheet. It was toilet paper. It kept coming too. Went into the bathroom and pulled down my pants, about a half of a roll fell down with them. Yep. I some how managed to pull up all the layers of toilet paper that I had laid down on the seat with my pants.

Not only am I padding my bra these days but my behind too.

Nice.

too late to apologize

2009-09-14T15:45:00.000-07:00

I feel ashamed. A while ago I saw a woman wearing bright red lipstick, told her that she was rocking it and that it looked great....THEN noticed she had it on her teeth.... and didn't tell her. Totally could have. Just didn't. This woman was not a stranger, she was an acquaintance. I let her smile beam a little brighter and widen and inch or two with the compliment and then sent her off to smile big for all the world to see her red toothed grin.

I am sorry. I hesitated. Next time, I will tactfully do my duty as a fellow woman and inform you of the mishap.

To all of you: If I am EVER wearing red lipstick anywhere besides my lips... tell me. Do NOT hesitate. ok?

miss me?

2009-09-09T13:59:00.000-07:00

I am easily persuaded by advertisements. Deliberate advertising or not. I'm a good target.
See the guy on the corner holding a sign for the latest pizza special? Yes, please.
Hear someone talking about a new mascara? I want it.
Movie previews? Make me want a double feature.
See a new beverage in the store...has a pretty, shiny label...I want to try it.
Me and my roommate were on a run a few days ago and someone was barbecuing. Sniff, sniff. Dang, that smells good. I want a steak.
So right after we ran, we went to the store and purchased beef.

Lucky for me I am not very impulsive and can usually fight off any insane purchases. BUT it's in my blood. My dad has purchased several things off infomercials. I think it's hilarious.

A few of my favorites, ALL purchased via infomercial:

The paint roller that carries the paint in the stick. Pretty useful. However, I do remember hearing a few cuss words while he was using it. Not always as handy as you want it to be.The BBQ that uses only newspaper as fuel. I know. Who buys this? My dad.

And the latest... Wasn't surprised to see this weird contraption in the dining room when I went home a few months ago. It is suppose to help with back alignment or something.

Ok, this last one is fun. It apparently works too. ( And if you are noticing the wheelchair in the background- no, neither of my parents use a wheelchair... My granny use to live with them.)

So are YOU a good consumer? Do you want the ordering info for any of the above? ;) Do you have a product I MUST try? OR if you don't have a comment on the subject feel free to tell me that you have missed me and my blogs. (it HAS been 2 weeks.) :)

without clothes or fear

2009-08-27T17:23:00.000-07:00

When someone shares that they have a sunburn in a place that most people don't usually get sunburned.... what usually comes to mind?
That this person has just come from a week at San Diego's nude beach? Yeah, I normally don't go there either. In the future don't be so quick to rule that out. Apparently San Diego has one. Yep. This person said that he's been going for years. A little shy at first.... but after deciding that it was just way too hot he took the nakey plunge!! (cause swim suits are rather warm) He now enjoys his time on the beach with all the other nudists. Don't worry he informed me that it was a great beach. Family friendly. People playing volleyball and picnicking. Sounds great yeah?
Um NO!! Are you picturing this? Family friendly? Naked people jumping around playing volleyball???!! That has disaster written all over it. Things could get caught in the net. Or sitting around shooting the breeze whilst eating hot dogs and sipping cola. Pass the ketchup.... What if it brushed up against something?? NO! NO!! So wrong. This could scar children for life.
I applaud him for living out loud. Having the confidence to be naked and nude in public for all to see is brave. Very, Very brave.
I'm a coward.
BUT it might be a good laugh to see all the nudeys.

naked and nude, naked and nude.

If you are not a coward. Piece of advice... Put sunblock on EVERYWHERE.

:)

2009-08-27T17:00:00.001-07:00

In no paticular order.... Here are some pictures from my week of nieces and nephews. They ARE cute huh??? I know. adorable.

Lessons Learned

2009-08-20T20:30:00.000-07:00

I'm gone. Visiting family. Currently acting as the nanny/auntie extraordinaire. Pictures will be shared eventually.
This is what I have learned so far....
-When I am done walking or am tired if I just announce that my legs are broken someone is bound to eventually pick me up. Works for a certain nephew of mine anyway. I'm a sucker.
-Yukons are big. They make me feel small while driving them, convenient with children and they turn on a dime.
-Coconut shrimp + Roy Rogers + speed scrabble= girls gone wild...or at least fun with fantastic sisters in-law.
-Walking your newly 4th grader nephew into school on his first day is bound to bring back all your own emotions from that time.
-Colorado is a place of many dinosaur findings. Who knew?
-I miss jumping on a trampoline. Fun. Crack the egg and bread and butter were taught to the young ones. (love that these games are named after food. breakfast food. mmmm)
-I need to slow down. I got pulled over for the 4th time in the last 9 months on my way home from Colorado. No ticket. AND it's not because I have a nice rack (you know what I am talking about) either. Those of you that know me, KNOW this wouldn't..couldn't be the reason.
-Nothing is better than hearing a beloved niece or nephew say, "Anna, I just love you!" I eat this up.
Loving it.

MISS understood

2009-08-14T23:40:00.000-07:00

So, I got a few comments about my Helen Keller post. Can't say I am surprised at some of them. For the record...I am NOT prejudice against the deaf. Nope. I am not. I merely thought it quite funny that the maker of this hideous name had never heard what it sounded like.

I like deaf people just as much as I like people who can hear. I think it is cool that they can talk with their hands and find ways to function in this world without the gift of sound.

What I am prejudice about is people making up stupid names.

that's all.

Don't hate.

tell me

2009-08-13T20:33:00.000-07:00

What do you think? My blog is purple now. Do you like? Or should I go back to pink??

Helen Keller

2009-08-13T20:03:00.000-07:00

A couple brought in their new born baby to my place of employment this last weekend. I saw that the baby's name was______. (hippa regulations-can't tell) This name was interesting. When I say interesting I mean re-dic-less.

I sweetly comment to the proud new parents, "Wow, what an interesting name! Where did you get it??"

The mother says, "My husband actually made it up." She then looks at the husband and signs to him what I had just said. (signed, as in talked with her hands, sign language.)

uuuurch.

Really? He is deaf? You let the deaf guy choose this name for your child? He doesn't have any idea what it sounds like, he made it up. Chose 6 random letters from the alphabet and put them together. The name might look pretty in the American Sign Language, but verbally spoken it is joke.

Good thing the baby was beautiful. Precious even.

Eh, what do I know. The kid won't get anymore crap than any kid born in Utah in the last 5 years. Her name will fit in with all the other crazy names that parents make up these days. She will probably have a best friend named Bunderlai and fall in the love with a boy known as Rymon.

Deaf or not. Why do they do it?

things that MUST go -part 2-

2009-08-05T18:00:00.001-07:00

The list continues. See previous post.

-My potty mouth. I like to swear and it is not becoming for a young lady. I am not dropping f-bombs or anything. I only use the good solid classics. You know, h-word, d-word, s-word and occasional b-word. It MUST go. I just don't know if it REALLY will.
-Working every Saturday. It sure sucks the fun out of my life.
-People thinking I am older than I really am. I know that I exude maturity (ahem) but really??? I am 26. Not 30 and not even 28. What does this mean for me as the years go on? Will they think I am 40 when I am 32??? Go. It must go.
-Finals. All they do is cause unnecessary anxiety. They too must go.
-Wal-mart having better prices than other stores. I hate Wal-mart but damn it(one last little slip) they are cheaper! That must go!!

Go on, add a few more.

things that MUST go

2009-08-03T15:14:00.000-07:00

I at one time listened to The Radio From Hell show on x96. They eventually got a little too angry and liberal for me but they could be funny.
Anyways... They use to do their lists of "things that must go" on Thursdays.

I'm feeling negative. So I will be doing my very own "things that must go" today. Or begin to. I have a feeling there will be many.

1. Old men in the short shorts. You know the kind. 2 1/2 inch inseam, I see them often in navy blue. You have a neighbor in his 70s who wears them while mowing the lawn, usually feels a shirt is optional too. A patient of mine was wearing a pair today and when he sat down I saw more of his man thigh than I was comfortable with. Why do they do it?
2. While we are on old men... I saw one walking pants less and with out undies from his garage to his house yesterday while driving home from church. Seriously. You may think its just a quick step out to the garage, I should be ok without pants or underwear....NO! No! It is not a quick enough step! I saw old wrinkly man butt right after church yesterday and it was disturbing. That must go too.
3. Temperatures over 90 degrees. When is it ever pleasant?
4. Diet Coke without caffeine. Why bother?

This is just the beginning.

Feel free to add.

Angry Dance

2009-07-23T16:00:00.001-07:00

We: saw her in Tuacahn's "Footloose." She was fantastic and the show was fun.

We:

were inspired by Ren and his outlet for his anger and frustration. We made a commitment. To dance when we were angry. Just dance it out. It worked for Ren. It works for us.

Be inspired. Kevin Bacon at his finest.

Are you committed now too?

An experience

2009-07-15T14:55:00.000-07:00

Me and Mel went to the midnight showing of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. It was most lovely to see so many out and about showing off their potter pride. I want a Hogwarts scarf in the worst way.

anyway...

They were not assigned seats and we were not exactly early. After searching 3 theaters we happened to fall upon two seats that weren't front row. We sat down half thinking someone would turn around to tell us they were being saved. I told Mel that I had just said a little prayer that we would find decent seats. How awesome is that? That I really had a little prayer in my heart that we would find seats for our movie???? baha! I am a horrible person.

Not long after I confessed about my prayer our noses were awakened to a very fowl smell. These seats were in back of a row of people with potent body odor. Wowza. It was bad. We both agreed that it was a lot like European body odor. You know the kind. Especially if you have been on public transportation over there on a hot day. We thought we would just get use to it. Unfortunately any time there was much movement the smell was awakened and stirred and seemed to almost slap us in the face. Eyes watering.

That's what I get for saying such a selfish prayer. ;)

Didn't ruin the movie for me though. We loved every second. Loved the movie.

I developed up crush on Harry. Is that wrong?

AND I discovered a new obsession. Coconut M&Ms. I am in love.

Life needs to be filled with experiences. Losing sleep, trying your best to ignore a fowl odor, drinking a very large soda and NOT peeing your pants, discovering a new favorite candy, watching a fantastic story on screen, and laughing with one of your bffs. That is an experience that is worth having.

Pockets

2009-07-07T16:25:00.000-07:00

I love finding treasures in your pockets. Adult pockets may not be as exciting as little boy pockets with twigs, rocks, sling shots and wrappers, but treasures they do have. I especially love when you get out your winter coat and there is a 5 dollar bill in the pocket or your long lost lip gloss. I like finding washed ticket stubs too.

Did you know that wiener dogs love finding little treasures in pockets too? Yep. They do. My neighbors growing up had a couple of wiener dogs and anytime I was sitting on the ground they would put their little noses in my pockets and pull out my treasures. I always had little stickers and pink post-it notes and pieces of bubble gum. They were funny little dogs.

Apparently these dogs were great listeners too. Years after my neighbors moved away we saw them and they told us how they would hear me out in their back yard just talking to the dogs. Telling them all about my problems and so on. They heard this phrase a lot- "the boys won't let me play too." The boys being my brothers. We always referred to them as "the boys." The neighbors had a good laugh. Now, I don't exactly remember this but... it sounds like something I would do. Even now.

I need a dog. No, I need a neighbor with a dog.

!Surprise!

2009-06-30T16:03:00.000-07:00

A few things that surprise me:

When I type something, press spell check and find that I have NOT misspelled any words. Woot! Woot! (Sadly this is often followed by finding that I have just used the wrong form of the word. At least I spelled it right. sigh.)

My dad proudly informing me that he has added a 4 year supply of his favorite mouth wash to his storage. Not that surprising, but funny.

I am just now reading the 6th Harry Potter book. Completely bizarre that I haven't read it till now. Loved all the previous Potter books but this gem came out while I was serving a mission. It took me a while to want to read non churchy things. (I know, I was a complete nerd) By the time I was ready to read "worldly" things I had forgotten about my Potter love. My love for Potter is currently being renewed.

My friend Sarah is a yogi. A good one at that. Went to one of her yoga classes for the first time and loved it. I have never really done yoga. Felt great and hurt all at the same time.
We often are unaware that the people we are close to have some incredible skills because we don't get exposed to them. She was great. If you live in Provo check her out at "It's Yoga" at the RiverWoods. Namaste. ;)

I bruise like a peach. Really, I do. I tried taking a picture of my legs and it was too hideous to post. I have several icky bruises all over my legs right now. Not sure how I got them. Perhaps it was the roller coasters at Lagoon or maybe my roommate beats me up in my sleep. Could be either one...

Some surprises I like. Some I do not.

This. Yep. Really happened. I am surprised that a place where I normally feel safe was not so safe feeling. Feeling just fine now. Can't let one crazy ruin fun having for the rest of us.

Red Box

2009-06-25T17:03:00.000-07:00

My friend text me this last week:

I got a blog for you. My credit card was stolen and they went to Red Box*.

Serious. Who steals a wallet, throws everything else out but the credit card and rents 11 movies from Red Box?
Why not do some damage with some online shopping? Fill your car up with gas, go out to a nice dinner, get a massage, buy season tickets to the Jazz, finally get a Kindle, and buy a couple of tickets to Tahiti? Just ideas.

11 dollars spent on her stolen credit card at the Red Box. Really? That was the best they could do??

What would YOU do with a stolen credit card? Assuming it wasn't wrong to charge up a storm with it.

* I have a few friends (Serena)... ahem... who may or may not know what Red Box is. I included a picture of a Red Box machine. You can get movies for 99 cents a night per movie. Wow. Cool huh? :)

Now I know

2009-06-19T20:47:00.000-07:00

I tend to drink a lot of water. Ok, I tend to drink a fair amount of caffeine. This means I have to urinate frequently. (or in other words- tinkle)
Today I had too tinkle really bad during a movie. Held out till it was over and booked it to the ladies room. A line. Of course.
I did the I gotta tinkle dance while waiting. When it was finally my turn I scrambled to get my pants down. 3 flipping buttons made this way too difficult. It took forever! Those tiny little things were tough and when all I could think about was not peeing my pants my skinny fingers suddenly functioned with the agility of chubby toddler.
At last the pants were down and while I tinkled I had an ah ha moment. THIS is why old ladies wear pants with elastic. They realize their limits. They know that continence is not their strongest attribute and their hands are too tired and ridden with arthritis to fiddle with pesky buttons. All they have to do is a downward tug and they are in business. Or at least doing their business.

Now I know. Old people are definitely smarter than we give them credit for.

It's what fun is

2009-06-17T10:59:00.000-07:00

Sacrifice. We sometimes have to give up something good to get something great.

Slept approximately 3 hours on Thursday night. A nap if you will. After a full days work instead of heading home to sleep, my roommate talks me into to a little trip up north to Lagoon. Did I mention that we have season passes? Yeah, we purchased them and plan on using them. A lot.

Friday was our maiden season pass holders voyage. That means we got our pictures taken for our Lagoon passports. We waited in line with all the other 10-15 year olds and said cheese. Wish my scanner was working because I had a planned and practiced pose. It speaks volumes on my maturity level.

Us before our first ride. Look at those tired eyes, and wow, that I've been up since 3am hair. Mel looks so fresh. Dang her.

Some might think we should be embarrassed. I'm not. I don't care that I am grown woman who loves a good roller coaster and lives for days on the lazy river. I am not ashamed.

Worth the sacrifice of sleep? Heavens yes. We rode a few rides, laughed a few good laughs and watched some people. Only stayed for a few hours because we can come back. When ever we want.

I love my life.

bros

2009-06-09T12:41:00.000-07:00

I have had a few moments as of late when I feel completely sentimental. Gotten all serious and told friends that I love em. Talked about my family to others and gotten teary eyed. I choked up over taco dinner with my roomies. I have gotten all mushy and serious. Really, I don't know why. Yeah, I know some of you think this is how I always am. BUT more so than normal.
I read this blog entry a few weeks ago and couldn't stop thinking about it. Click on this and promise to read it and watch the video (7:28) Please?
I related in such a real way to this. She (c jane) put it beautifully. It is priceless to have people in your life who will whistle immediately for you. Even if at times you feel at odds.
I have 3 older brothers. They are complete boys through and through. We are not a very huggy, mushy family. There was never a time that we sang around the piano at Christmas. We all argue and fight. Words that filled our house were not always peace and love.
They are all married to beautiful women and have gorgeous kids that I adore. At times I feel odd man out. I feel behind. I feel like I couldn't possibly be needed or thought about by my brothers. They all live in different states and are busy working hard to provide for their families. We are all worlds away.
Months and months ago my little heart got stomped on. As it leaked out to one brother the dominos fell and the news circulated in a matter of minutes. I was reminded of just how fantastic it is to have brothers. Each one called me. Came to my rescue. They talked me through. AND most importantly they offered to hurt the one who caused my little heart to hurt. :) They cared. A lot. I was taken back by how much support I felt.
I think I would experience what I felt with that said heart stomping again because of what I came away with. A very real understanding of how much my brothers love and care about me. They whistled immediately. We may not gab on the phone constantly. We don't live close enough to hang out all the time. BUT I know they would whistle for me and for each other immediately.
I am a lucky girl.

100 ah ah ah

2009-06-09T12:33:00.000-07:00

(the ah ah ahs are to be read like The Count would say them on Sesame Street.)

It is my 100th post. Yep. It sure is. I have blogged 100 times. Count em. Actually don't. It may not be 100 posts that were posted. I have a few little lovelies that never made the cut and remain secret. Wouldn't you like to know.....

SO in honor of my 100th post I decided to favor you all with 100 little facts about ME!!

Here they go:

Do you really think I would do that? Do you REALLY think I would bore you all to death like that?......I just checked my posts to make sure I hadn't already done such a thing. phew.

Thanks for reading my blog. I like blogging. AND I like it when you read it.

Bumper Cars

2009-06-02T11:19:00.000-07:00

Be honest. There are times when you are behind a car and you feel the urge to play bumper cars.... Instead of hitting the brakes you want to press the gas. Not to cause any damage or harm to the person... but it just sounds fun? All right there may be a time or two that I come down with a case of road rage and have a fleeting thought about ramming their back ends. BUT that is very rare. I'm not a violent or angry person.

Speaking of violence.

My dear friend Becky use to have to stay at her dad's house some weekends and more during the summer when we were in Jr high and high school. She had a mega beast for a step mom (we hated her because Becky did, don't really know if she was that bad). We(me and Emily) would end up at her dad's house with her and while we weren't checking out the neighbor boy* (HOT!!), we would sit around in the kitchen. It seemed we would be sitting on the floor a lot(probably so neighbor boy wouldn't catch us checking him out). Well, the mega beast had an abnormally large collection of crystal dishes and figurines. Crystal stuff. When boredom hit we would all choose which crystal piece would be the most fun to break. Seriously, we did.

We never did break one, but now every time I see a crystal figurine I just imagine it breaking and shattering into a thousand pieces.

I'm sick huh?

*A word on the neighbor boy. He visited from somewhere south if I am right. He was tall dark and handsome and drove a jeep AND he was the only boy we knew of that could pull off a pink polo shirt. We all loved him. Don't think one of us had more than a 2 line conversation with the boy. The view from the kitchen sink was perfect if he was out on the deck. (This just in... Emily reminded me his name...LANCE!)

Be Prepared

2009-05-27T21:59:00.000-07:00

What is more important than having your water barrels filled? What would be the first thing you stocked up on in your storage?
If you are my dad it would be toilet paper.
If a natural disaster hits do not fear. My parents have a 2 and half year supply of toilet paper. Not even lying. 2 and half year supply. My dad bragged that it was 2-ply. Do you know what that looks like?? There is a mountain of toilet paper stacked in the basement. If it were to fall over it could very well smoother a small child. They can't fit it all in one space. There is some stacked in the pantry too. There was even a case sitting in the dining room for a time. (moved shortly after my arrival)
It seems that my dad is very concerned with having a clean hiney. He mentioned his purchase to the neighbors. Said there was no way that if worse came to worse that he would be forced into "wiping with grass." He may not have much to eat, but his bum will be comfortably cleaned.
For 2 and half years anyway.
Nice.

My sister in-law and I laughed about it all weekend. And my brother teased us both saying that "one of us should blog about it."(in a valley girl voice)

done and done.

clarity

2009-05-25T07:45:00.000-07:00

I'm awake. In fact, I have already been to work and worked a shift.

There is something about early mornings. As much as I hate being awake at 3am, when I see the sun coming up- life feels clear. Thoughts on the mind easier to understand.

They seem clear for a minute anyway. Not sure why. Maybe it's my diet coke, or maybe it's just a little miracle of the day.

When my alarm went off this morning I had every intention of coming back home after my shift and sleeping. I can't.

I think I will drive to Idaho. Yep. I think I will.

Confessions of a non-shopaholic

2009-05-24T08:44:00.000-07:00

I am not as girly as I thought I was. I discovered I don't like shopping as much as I thought I did.
I tried going shopping by myself last week. I was in need of some new summer stuff. Three hours later all I had to show for it was a diet coke.
I hated it. I wanted to hire someone to do it for me instead. I was convinced that I could get my friends to turn me in to What Not to Wear and then Stacey and Clinton could put me in some a-line skirts, fitted jackets and some sassy shoes.
Ambee volunteered to help me. 2 hours with her and I think I bought just about everything that I tried on. Amber made me promise that I would listen to her direction. She actually talked me into (more like made me buy) a pair of skinny jeans. Yikes, I know. They were only $12.50- love forever21. No guarantees that they will be worn...
Shopping with a friend- more fun. Still wouldn't mind someone else doing it for me. A personal shopper? Yes please.

facebook

2009-05-18T15:42:00.000-07:00

Someone told me that the advertisements that show up on the side of your facebook page are tailored to you and your profile. Is this true?
Woah. They are thorough. How did they know that I DO like men of color? AND how did they know that I need breast augmentation???
These guys are good.

yep.

2009-05-18T15:33:00.000-07:00

Forgot to mention that I saw Wicked again. LOVE it. Loved it just as much as I did last year. Although he wasn't there this time.

Mel pointed out that the wizard looked a lot like our mission president. He did. Thanks. Now I will associate him with green and flying monkeys AND expect him to break out in song next time I see him.

close your eyes

2009-05-14T10:11:00.000-07:00

I am a vocal person. Not vocally talented, just vocal. I am a talker. blah, blah, blah. I talk. I talk to myself too. (completely normal)
With me being vocal, it should not be surprising that I like to sing in the shower. A few weeks ago I resurrected one of my favorite shower songs.

It was one of the 4 songs in my shower singing repertoire. I was in my early teens that these were sung religiously in the shower. I thought I sounded AMAZING. The shower does have amazing acoustics.
I was singing "Eternal Flame", and Mel stuck her head in the bathroom and started singing along too. Did I mention that we are both great singers? ha ha.

What were the other 3 songs that I loved to sing?

Too Many Walls by Cathy Dennis
The Star Spangled Banner
A Child's Prayer

Last week we heard our other roommate Amber singing Jingle Bells in the shower. It made us giggle.

Do you sing in the shower? You should. It is fun. Do it. If you are shy, forget that. Everyone sounds amazing whilst singing in the shower.

Leeendah

2009-05-11T17:08:00.000-07:00

I am sure that I am not the only one who just has those days when you long for your momma. Typically those days are when the world seems like it might end or if you have been puking your guts out and you need some one to hold your hand. Lately my world hasn't seemed horrible and really I am a healthy and happy girl, but I was longing for my momma.

She said she needed a break. She has been caring for my dad's mother. So I talked her into driving down to see her ONLY daughter.

We went to Kneaders for breakfast and she said "I couldn't ask for something more delicious!" She had raspberry bread pudding and I ate divine french toast.

Kneaders Breakfast mmmm. Isn't she cute?

We went and got our toes done, saw Amy and her baby, met Auntie for lunch, shoe shopped and went to the book store. We hung out.

me and darling baby Alice Lynn

My mom has not read my blog. Said that she wanted to, and expressed interest in having one of her own. I giggled. My mom has been an avid reader since I can remember. The woman has several books going all the time. I remember waiting to go to the store. I would whine, and she would say, "just let me finish this book." There would be 25 pages but she would finish in just a few minutes. I remember Louis L'Amour books. Lots of them. She likes mysteries too. My mom will read the last few pages if it gets too intense and then take a reliever breath and finish the book. That drives me nuts, but I think it makes her sweet. She doesn't want to spend the rest of the book worrying.

We went to the library a lot. The Portneuf Library. We road our bikes there or we would drive. I remember the smell. Once I had picked up a few things, (usually something ridiculous- like a book from the Sleep Over Friends series) I would sit in one of the hideous vinyl yellow or green lazy boy looking chairs that spun around and would secretly read 17 or Teen magazine. Sometimes I would flip through Ladies Home Journal and imagine myself as a grown up. Mostly I would just look at Teen and turn the chair in circles waiting for mom. She was lost in the paper backs.

What I did not know this whole time is that my mom likes to write. I had no idea. She said that she is a published writer. She wrote a few things for the college paper or magazine. Did some things for a spanish newspaper after her mission. She writes poems too. I had no idea.

I was so disappointed that I did not know this. I asked her how I could have missed this. She said that can happen when you are a full time school teacher, wife to a husband and have a house full of kids.

I do remember her helping me a little with writing one of my young author stories in the 4th grade. It was titled "Brother Free Gum." Magical chewing gum that made annoying brothers disappear. Ha. It won first prize.

I love that now I am old enough to appreciate her. To be friends with her.

lunch with Auntie, Mom and me

bippity boppity

2009-05-06T09:29:00.001-07:00

boo.

A few things on my mind.

Finals are over. Another semester down. One year from now I should be done with nursing school. Hell Yeah! (its my blog, and I will swear if I want to)

With finals being over I am ready for my stress acne to be gone.

My sister in-law told me about this blog. She is going on 31 dates, with 31 different guys, the last 31 days of her 31st year. AND she is blogging about all of them and then we get to vote on who she goes on a second date with. So fun! She has such a great attitude about all of them too. She lists her top 5 favorite things about each date/guy. I love that. We so easily notice the annoying or crazy things. Love that she focuses on the good.

Ok, back to me having a few weeks without school stress. I want to read a book. I miss reading for fun. I miss that whole, I can't function until I finish this book because it is so good feeling.
So tell me what to read. I only have 2 weeks. Hurry. Oh, I plan on reading the book by the pool. Yes, by the pool with lemonade. Hurry and pray for continuous sunshine too.

Did I mention that I have not gotten out of bed yet? It is 10:45am. I am amazing. Amazing meaning lazy. Lazy meaning happy.

Hello to Happy

2009-04-30T19:17:00.000-07:00

So, I have been reading this blog every now and again. She has been posting peoples lists of things that bring them happiness. I loved it. I loved it so much that decided I would make my own list. It has officially brightened up my finals study session.

1. Thinking that this time next week my finals will be over.
2. Diet Coke with vanilla (fountain, NOT bottle)
3. Singing in the shower (more to come on that)
4. Sunshine.
5. Feeding the ducks at the park.
6. Lunch/Dinner dates with friends.
7. Phone calls from my momma. With my dad in the back ground, interjecting all over the place.
8. Laughing. Belly laughs. Full on laughing till it hurts.
9. A good story. Either one told by a friend, with all the juicy details, a book, a good blog post or a great film.
10. Checking things off a to-do list. Satisfying. Like pulling up a weed.

Do you have anything you would like add to my list?? Feel free. In fact, if you read this post, I demand you to add something to it that makes you happy. Do it. Do it now.

Here's to happiness! Cheers! ;)

An asset to my entourage

2009-04-27T09:23:00.001-07:00

Recently I heard that a male friend of mine was adopting another guy into his friend circle. My male friend is thinking that this new guy is a good looking dude. This new guy is meant to be his new wing man.
Do women do this? Last time I checked all my friends were my friends because we like hanging out, we have common interest, they laugh at my jokes, we have common histories, we like each other, we like to talk to each other, and we make each other laugh.
Do I have this all wrong? Do I need to start looking at girls, and think to my self, "would you be an asset to my entourage*?" Meaning will you help me pick up guys? Will you lure them in with your beauty, and then I will do my best not to mess it up by saying inappropriate things or being too over the top??

*Entourage. I don't have one. But I liked the way the phrase "an asset to my entourage" sounded. What I should say is, an asset to a group of friends that let me be seen with them.

Mrs. Heckles

2009-04-23T07:31:00.000-07:00

My roommate was laughing this morning. She was laughing because there was a broom by our night stands. (and when I say nightstands, I mean our plastic drawers. classy huh?)
The broom is there because we have some LOUD new neighbors upstairs.
They have been loud all week. At one point they got scary loud and we may or may not have made a call into the police.
I miss our old neighbors. We never met them but they were quiet. Except for a few times when we think they were..... ya know, doing it.
The new people walk around upstairs like they are really heavy people that stomp around instead of walk around.
So the broom. Do you remember Mr. Heckles from Friends? The cranky neighbor that lived below Monica and Rachael? I pulled a Mr. Heckles and pounded on the ceiling with my broom. It didn't give me the sound quality I was wanting because our broom is an Ikea special that is made out of plastic. Even though it was weak, it did sort of work for a minute.
I think I may need a new broom.

Cherries and feathers

2009-04-21T15:11:00.000-07:00

Me and spring love each other.

I love cherry blossoms. This morning I loved these specific cherry blossoms. My walk to my car was delightful. I would love them even more if they didn't smell so awful. That needs to be fixed. They could cross breed them with roses or something right?

Fix it.

Growing Pains

2009-04-14T21:28:00.000-07:00

This theme song has been stuck in my head since January. How did it get there?

Wasn't Kirk Cameron dreamy? Do you remember Mikey's best friend Boner? hahahaha
Were any of you annoyed with the new Seaver kid that came along? Chrissy? Did anyone else wish their parents would build an apartment above the garage?

Or was I the only one who grew up watching this?

I think I am going to try and get this song on my iPod. :)

A sweet sound

2009-04-10T20:37:00.001-07:00

Little fists knocking on my door and little voices saying, "Aunt Anna, hi, we are here, Aunt Anna open the door!"

My sister in-law and three of my nephews came to my apartment tonight. Stuffed animals in arms and pizza to share.

Loved having them. Jett filled me in on his popularity at school and explained to me that the reason his feet smell, is because he runs really fast so his feet get sweaty. ;)

Luke. Oh Lukey. When I stated that I wish I didn't have to go to work, Luke shared his wisdom. He said that I gotta get me a husband. Then, I could quit my job and my husband could go to work for me. So wise this little guy.

Then there is Tommy. This little 3 year old engages in non stop wrestling. He pulled a few Chuck Norris moves on me and his brothers. Spin kicks and body checks.

Love them. Wish their little fists knocked on my door more often.

Miracle of

2009-04-09T21:33:00.000-07:00

LIFE.

My darling cousin had her baby last night.

AND she let me come and see.

This was my first OR experience and it was my first live birth experience.

They cut her open, (ever so tenderly) and prodded and pulled, THEN pushed on her belly a little bit and SWEET baby Alice came out!

you can tell little Amy doesn't look comfortable here. :(

Amy, you are a doll to let your curious and interested nursing student cousin come and check out your c-section. It was a lovely uterus and your ovaries and fallopian tubes look fabulous! Not to mention that cute baby that was living in that nice uterus of yours for the past 9 months!

Baby Alice LYNN (like MY middle name!!) 7lb 10oz. Chubby cheeks and dimpled chin.

Me and baby Alice are going to have a special bond. I can feel it.

Welcome little Alice!

Thanks again Amy and Randy for letting me in on the excitement!

Rinse and repeat

2009-04-02T17:03:00.000-07:00

Do you ever wish you could wash more than just the daily grime off in the shower? Sometimes I think I almost convince myself that if I stay in there long enough my flaws (I'm talking inner flaws, not extra weight or crooked noses) will rinse off with my shampoo.
Sadly, I have yet to find a strong enough soap. I unfortunately get only temporary relief and all my flaws just stick to me like tattoos.
For the 10-20 minutes* that I am in there, I feel pretty good.
If my skin didn't prune and if hot water didn't run out, I think there would be days that I would just stand there all day.

* I know, I know it's not good for the earth to take that long of showers. I know that my roommates sometimes hate me because I have taken all the water. I want to know how Jennifer Aniston takes 3 min showers. How. How?

Is it because I am lazy?

2009-03-31T15:51:00.001-07:00

My iPod is not functioning. It doesn't bring music to my ears. I need it. How did I function with out it for so long? Remember when I first purchased it?
I haven't worked out since it decided to punish me with its silence.
Fix it.

2009-03-26T17:26:00.000-07:00

It is GOOD to do things that make you feel

small.

*Does this picture make you laugh? Becuase I was hoping that it would.

party in the back

2009-03-15T21:06:00.000-07:00

My brother text me this picture today. With the caption "business in front, party in the back."
Yes, I realize that it probably wasn't the most reverent thing to do in church, BUT how could he not?

You have to some respect for a man who takes such pride in his looks. My brother said the guy ran his fingers through his luscious locks repeatedly.

Happy Sabbath. ;)

Stella's

2009-03-11T19:15:00.000-07:00

For the most part, I like people. Having friends is a definite plus.
I have a diverse set of friends. Not many are alike.
I have recently incorporated an old new friend into my lunch date schedule. We will call him Mr. D. He is 82 years old and he is hilarious. I have known he and his wife for a few years through my place of employment. His sweet wife passed away in November, and bless his heart he misses her hard. We've started lunching.

This is how it goes: I pick him up (he doesn't have a license anymore), we drive to the restaurant and this is the best part- He walks in, bypasses the hostess and walks to the table he prefers. No one really says anything because... he is old and they can get away with things like that.
We talk. We talk about his wife, my dating life, church and tell jokes. He might order a non alcoholic beer, and I might have a swig. He likes to talk to everyone (almost everyone who walks by) and I fancy good chit chat so it's fun.

Here is a highlight from last week:
we were discussing the pros and cons of 3 hours of church
Me: "Sometimes my roommates and I have a hard time sitting through Relief Society." no offense RS peeps, but sometimes my ADD kicks in, and I'm usually hungry.
Mr. D: "That's why you need to get yourself one of these! he took out his iPod touch This thing gets me through the third hour!"

Make new old friends. They are fun.

ps- Last week we ate at Stella's on 9th east. mmmm it was good.

pungent

2009-02-25T16:57:00.000-08:00

It was bring your dog night at the Grizzlies Hockey game on Saturday night. So this meant the following---
People actually brought their dogs to the arena?! Really they did! The dogs sat on their laps, shared seats and barked when other people would cheer. The combination of the all the different dog aromas, beer and corn nuts* = pungent. For the most part I could enjoy the game. There were a few moments, and I will spare you the details, that my eyes and nose burned a little.
All this aside. I do enjoy a little hockey. Why is it they we all find so much joy when the players fight? Why am I disappointed if 6 min go by and there is no physical hurt delivered to one another?

Here is a couple that sat behind us at the game.... Each had a dog on their laps. That does not appeal to me. At all.
I say leave your dogs at home and get a hot dog at the game.

*Even though that smell was horrible, I really could go for some corn nuts now.

The rain is gone

2009-02-19T16:28:00.000-08:00

After a year of struggling with wearing my eye spectacles I finally got contacts. What prompted this? Perhaps it was me walking into the men's bathroom accidentally, or seeing people in the hallways and only being able to identify who they are because of their specific body shape (a system that has failed a few times). I'm loving the contacts. In fact I am wearing them right now, and I managed to put them in without the help of my roommate Amber. I even took them out by myself last night. Soon I will be able to do it in under 30 minutes.

While I am on the subject- I wish my eyes were able to take pictures. Not just mental pictures that I can see in my head but pictures that I could share with all of you. I see some pretty fantastic things that I wish we could discuss later. Like yesterday the guy with the handle bar mustache that reached to his collar bones. The best part is that he was other wise clean cut wearing a pair of Nike's. I felt like he should have been in a saloon, spurs on his boots, dust everywhere and a tumble weed should roll by.

Wouldn't it be that much better if I had a picture to show?

I can see clearly now.

He's Just Not That Into You

2009-02-17T12:24:00.000-08:00

Yeah, I have seen the movie and to be honest, I have read most of the book too. The movie and the book are entertaining and yes, educational.

The book goes over some basic principles that women need to be reminded. You see, women give guys more credit than they deserve. We trick ourselves into thinking that they are deeper than they really are when it comes to dating. I have found and the book will also back me up on this, guys are mostly what you see is what you get when it comes to the dating game. Examples the book/movie give: He's just not that into you if--

- He's not calling you.

- He's not asking you out.

- He's sleeping with someone else. (Mormon equivalent- making out with someone else)

- He's not dating you.

- He's disappeared on you.

Women have this crazy ability to take something like one of the above and follow it up with, something like---"He's scared" or "I intimidate him." Lovely thoughts.... but really are guys that deep when it comes to dating? If he is interested and he wants to see you or have you in his life, I think you will know because he asks you out or he will actually be dating you and not making out with some other chic. There ARE exceptions to the rule.... but not many.

So yes, the book and movie make some great points. What they don't tell us is the why... Why isn't he that into me?

I know the answer. Well, I have this theory. I developed it a few years ago. It came to me because I noticed girls do this really mean thing to themselves. Instead of just figuring the guys just don't mesh with you, or there just isn't a connection, girls' minds lead them to crazy ideas.... He's just not that into me because I'm too fat, boring, too loud, not pretty enough. uninteresting etc. etc. Why do that to your self???

I came to this conclusion- He's just not that into you because............HE IS GAY. The perfect catch all. No more wondering if it was your annoying laugh. It is the fact that you are not a guy and he prefers them. He tried to cover it but you are just too much of a woman! Him being gay is nothing a girl can fix. Him being gay means there is nothing wrong with you and him being gay means whew! you saved yourself from a Brokeback Mountain reunion down the road. Wish him well and hope he finds some guy out there to love.

So if you find your self being rejected, do not waste time wondering what it is about you. Just tell your self he is gay and move on. ;)

I feel like this is some kind of public service announcement. Ladies, you are welcome. ;)

should be studying....

2009-02-09T21:49:00.000-08:00

But I can't. This is a trend. In fact the last 5 blog post have all been because I didn't feel like studying.

Things on my mind:

In the last week I have accidentally walked into the men's bathroom twice. I should really wear my glasses more, or just break down and get contacts.

Change. A lot of change has recently come in my life. Some good. Some not so good.

I have had several people recently tell me I look like her:

Scarlett Johansson. I don't really see it. It is flattering I suppose. .. Perhaps it is because she is in that new movie that just came out. "He's Just Not That Into You." Her characters name is Anna in the movie. Maybe that's it. Her character sucks though, she is a dirty home wrecker. She's curvy and well... I am not. At all. I am not a dirty home wrecker either. I don't know if Scarlett is one in real life.

Ok, I am done. I can study now.

Orange you glad?

2009-02-05T13:00:00.001-08:00

I woke up this morning and had chips and salsa for breakfast. Weird? Maybe. Delicious? Very.

I then put on my Thursday outfit. In the last few weeks, on my day off that is Thursday, I pretty much wear the same thing. I'm in a phase. I wear my orange tennis shoes, my 20 dollar jeans, a gray sweatshirt and my gray hat. Cute? No, not so much. BUT I love it anyways. To be honest I wear the Thursday outfit on other days too. Like Sundays after church, or Saturdays after work or to school. I am not sick of the outfit either. I would wear it every day but I am extremely hygienic and insist on washing things after one use.
These orange shoes have been reborn. I bought them 6 years ago when I was in London. I didn't pay them much attention and they didn't get much time out of the closet til now. The last month has been their "coming out party," if you will, and they do.
Loving the no snow on my sidewalk.

*I know that I have the WORST english/grammar. I put commas where I feel and seldom re-read what I have typed. I don't even really know the proper placing of commas and semicolons. So if you do find grammatical errors.... good for you. Consider my blog a treasure hunt for error. :)

2009-02-04T12:17:00.000-08:00

I am happy that January is gone. I will not miss this past month at all. (except for the first few days...)
44 days until Spring. I need it now.

Ridiculous

2009-01-27T15:32:00.000-08:00

Ridiculous is a fun word to say, at least I like saying it.
My dad, for the life of him can NOT pronounce this word correctly. It is a word he often uses. He prefers to say it re-dic-less. Baha! It makes me laugh when he says it.
You want to know what I think is re-dic-less?

Me driving, losing control and sliding off the icy road and slamming into a pretty iron fence in the front of a little mansion. Me leaving a note with my info and then my car not starting. boo. This happening all before 7am and making me very late for my clinical.

A heavy set 77 year old man wearing a hot pink polo shirt with the collar popped and oakley glasses. He then trying to talk to me while using words like dude, and slipping in a few cuss words. He WAS re-dic-less.

The Bachelor. I watched it last night, and these women make me embarrassed for my gender. With that said... I might need to watch it again next week. Just so I can laugh at them...

Things not so re-dic-less:

My roommates/friends who bail me out with picking my stranded self up and giving me rides. If I were 19 and living in Provo I would bear my testimony next fast and testimony meeting on how much I love them. I would probably end up crying and then share something I had learned from Oprah.

AAA is lovely. You know the emergency road service people? I think that is the best 50 bucks I spend each year. They are re-dic-less-lee fantastic.

Dontella gelato from the gelato place down my street. Its chocolate hazelnut, and it makes me happy.

Ridiculous....Re-dic-less. Fun to say.

If adventures to not befall a young lady in her own village

2009-01-18T16:56:00.000-08:00

She must seek them abroad. jane austen

A few weeks ago my friends and I had no idea what was missing in our lives. We were "cruise virgins." We had no idea that a world of bliss on water, 24 hour room service, sunning on decks, ice cream cones around the clock, no one telling you no, multiple entrees each night, happy people every where, nightly entertainment, towels in the shape of animals and chocolates on your pillows even existed.
We cruised. We cruised and we loved every moment of it.
Our cruise took us to Mexico. Cabo San Lucas brought us beautiful sunshine, clear blue water, Lalo our favorite snorkeling guide, and many admiring Mexican men. Ensenada Mexico brought us fish tacos that I will never be able to forget, a famous blow hole and lots of bargain shopping.
I am safely saying that it just might have been one of the best weeks I have had in my 25, I mean 26 years of life. Oh, the stories we could tell.... Oh, the stories we won't tell. Like Vegas, what happens on a cruise ship, stays on the cruise ship. :)

All my single ladies and I:

Why don't more people cruise?

Dear Sun,

2009-01-01T11:09:00.000-08:00

I didn't see you for two days. I missed your sunshine and the Vitamin D you give me.

I plan on meeting you here next week:

Anticipating our reunion.....

Love,

Anna's pale, white skin.

Penguins

2008-12-28T09:33:00.000-08:00

It snowed a lot this last week. The snow was pretty and made it white for Christmas. It also made the roads un fun AND all this excess snow made it quite difficult to buy sleds the day before Christmas. It is as if other people thought sledding was a fun past time.
We did finally have success and found these lovely little penguins to ride down the hills on.

Me and Luke My petite brother Jake... There is a little penguin underneath and his boys would sit on his tummy and ride down the hill. They loved it. My 63 year old dad, going head first down the hill. He is amazing.

Things that have made me happy in the last day/week:

2008-12-23T21:02:00.000-08:00

1. It is Christmas Eve- Eve. Yay!
2. I spent 3 hours in the car with two of my nephews today. Jett sang most of the songs I played for him. My favorites to hear him sing: "Your Beautiful" by James Blunt, "Unwritten" by Natasha Beddingfield and anything by Kelly Clarkson. He tries so hard, and he almost always requests to hear one of his songs at least twice, especially if he some how misses a word.
3. Seeing a grown man at the gym reading "Twilight" while on the elliptical. Apparently at the front desk you give them your gym pass AND your man card. ;) Oh, and I saw this guy yesterday too.
4. Not having school. Did I tell you I finished another semester? I am proud of me.
5. My mom loves her grand kids and is in heaven when they are around. My sweet momma doesn't know how to say no. Today my nephew says, "Grandma never says no, she always obeys us!" bahaha Perhaps she should start saying no...
6. In 13 days me and my friends are going on a cruise. Yes, this thought has brought me much happiness.
7. The mix CD I got at a white elephant gift exchange. This mix is tops. It really is a musical snack. Who wouldn't want New Kids, Whitney Houston, Savage Garden, Little Mermaid and many other talents on one CD??
8. Being in Chubbuck Idaho. This is my home. I still love it, even if I start to get antsy with in a few hours of being here. It makes me happy.

As you can see I am a happy girl, and this is not a complete list by any means. Just a few highlights.

*I know that I have been a neglectful blogger. I know this post is not what a come back post should be, it IS lacking. I promise to make up for it.

Come ye thankful people come...

2008-11-24T18:24:00.001-08:00

This week is Thanksgiving. I couldn't be happier. Over the years I have come to have a tender spot in my heart for this beloved holiday. In fact I might say that it is my favorite holiday. Strong words yes, but I say what I feel. haha OK.

Reasons to love this holiday:

It is untainted by the world. You do not have to buy an enormous amount of gifts. You do not have to send out cards, there will only be friends and family knocking on your door asking for treats and you need not decorate the house.

The crowning event is a HUGE meal. Food every where. Lots of good, good food. People pull out the big guns and show up with their A games. I just happen to adore roast turkey, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, all the salads, pies and desserts. MMMmmm!

Another reason: I like going to the movies on Thanksgiving. You might think it be a bit cruel, making other people work on a holiday. Truth be told, I just look at it as another reason to be grateful. Thank you to all those high school teenagers who work at the movie theater on Thanksgiving. Thank you.

One thing that does make me sad is the fact that all those Christmas fanatics over look this day. Slow down with the Christmas already ok? Let us give thanks for a minute. Sigh. You have the day after Thanksgiving to begin all your Christmas love. Not a day sooner.
mmmkay?

Happy Thanksgiving!

love, me.

Hall-o-ween

2008-11-02T17:55:00.001-08:00

I will be honest, Halloween is not my most favorite holiday. I do not hate it by any means, but I think perhaps I would rather eat a turkey dinner.

I do love the candy, and long for the days when it was ok for me to run from house to house with a pillowcase and ask strangers to fill it with goodies. I wonder, what age is it appropriate to stop that? hhmmm. Too bad I can not do that now, and instead of candy, ask for things like money, movie tickets, lip gloss, books, and other essentials. Just a thought.

Here are a few pictures from the night:

a cowgirl and an indian princess

Some who chose to dress up... and some who did not.

Hope your Halloween was lovely!

I should be studying

2008-10-30T07:29:00.000-07:00

I ate Kit Kats for breakfast. 3 snack size. I think Kit Kats are under rated. They were tasty. The chocolate and the wafers making for the perfect texture and fantastic taste.

If you are wondering what one of the most listened to songs on my i-pod is... It's David Archuleta's "Crush." I am not even embarrassed. For some reason I love it. I won't even apologize for loving a song written for 16 year old girls. Nope. I am not ashamed.

I am having a hard time getting out of bed this morning. In fact, I am still in my bed. I ate kit kats and listened to "Crush." Anyone else have this kind of morning?

OK, so as I am typing this I am feeling guilty. Blah. I need to study.

Dance like nobody is watching

2008-10-19T17:49:00.000-07:00

chances are some one will actually BE watching. If you are lucky they will capture it on camera.
There is a time and place for the ugly dance.
The time: September 6th, Christa's reception approximately 8pm.
The place: Grandeview, Idaho. The town Legion Hall.

Pretty sure that "Cotton eye Joe" was playing...
Bahahaha! I win the contest for best ugly dancer!
Y M C
A!

I love this shot of Amber and Ty (Christa's brother). They are completely in sync.

Good times.

Blog Neglect

2008-10-14T19:40:00.000-07:00

I apologize to my 3 faithful readers, it has been a long while since I blogged. Do not be confused by this, and think that my life is boring. Oh no, it is anything but. It is filled with wonderful things, things which I do not have time to expand on. (was that believable?)

I only have a minute, so I thought I would share a few deep thoughts.

Since when is it against library rules to nap? I was at the library yesterday and as protocol I took a mandatory 15 minute nap. It just happens when I am at the library, a nap must be had. 10 minutes in, the security guard taps loudly on my table and yells "no sleeping!" What??!? Really? Who decided that rule? Or does the security guard consider it a sick, sick joke? hhmm

How does one forget to shave or wax HER upper lip? Especially when she is growing a mustache as thick as the Everglades? I was waiting to pick up my sandwich at a local deli today, and glanced over at the women next to me. Baa! She had the thickest chic stache I have ever seen. I threw up a little in my mouth. I know that she must own a mirror because she took the time to curl her microphone head hair do, and I believe she was wearing mascara. How does one not take care of that growth???? I almost had to cancel my sandwich order because it was so disturbing. I tried taking a picture with my phone, but no success. You can imagine it though. Bad, real bad.

Love,
Me

Mexi-Tots

2008-09-17T12:13:00.000-07:00

Last night I went to grab some dinner with my roommates and a friend. I naturally finished eating before all of them. One friend saves her mexi tots till the end because she loves them. I just wanted a taste so I snuck one, dipped it in ranch and enjoyed. Well, there was a bit of a whine from the owner of the tots and the next thing I know my hand had reached out and snatched as many as I could hold (turns out it was about 4). To every ones shock I just shoved them into my mouth. Just like that, I stole her beloved tots.

The other two were in some what of a shock and both informed me that I was mean for doing such a thing. Huh? Really? I was thinking I was hilarious! The owner of the tots was a bit shocked but I didn't feel any hatred coming from her. She may have been just a tad disappointed that her reflexes weren't quicker.

Then it hit me. The other two didn't really grow up with brothers. Me and the owner of the tots were raised with boys. This was a common occurrence growing up. I was skinny when I was young because I hadn't developed the skills to protect my food, so I didn't eat much. My roommates were never really exposed to this.

Food snatching is just kind of funny. Especially if the person really, really loves what they are about to eat. The best part about last night was that I had not premeditated the act. It was merely a reflex. A reflex that is similar to what most people do when a doctor taps their knee and their leg moves.

I am damaged huh? I told my brother about this and he said basically I am screwed as a person. That I should add this to my list of things that are keeping me from getting married. My brothers have ruined me. Its not my fault. This goes to my list of things that I must work harder on suppressing. Apparently these kinds of things aren't attractive or appealing to the opposite sex. Weird.

P.S. But it was funny.

Love and marriage

2008-09-14T21:11:00.000-07:00

Well, not my love and marriage... My friend Christa got hitched!! AND I was honored to be a member of the wedding party. Yes, it is true I was a bridesmaid for the...... ELEVENTH time! That is some kind of record huh?

Christa, who I so lovingly refer to as Riddles, Rid-face or Rid took the wedding plunge. Last weekend me and my roommates ventured up to my home state of Idaho.

This is after 5 hours in the car:

The next morning...... Getting Rid ready... and the finished product. She looked fabulous!!

After a lovely ceremony in the temple, we drove, and drove and drove to a little place called Grandview Idaho. Now, I am proud to be an Idahoan but the drive to Grandview made it hard for me to stick up for the gem state! There was nothing. The nothingness made it hard to take a pit stop. One of my driving companions had to go on the side of the road. But, if you were going to pee on the side of the road, there is no more appropriate place than Idaho.

They had a nice ring ceremony at Christa's grandmothers house. I got to do a little wedding walk down the isle with one of the groomsmen. He wore a cowboy hat too. :) The bride was escorted down the isle by her daddy. He threw off his trucker hat just before. Then they skipped down the isle... literally. ;)One of my favorite parts of the ceremony was the cow mooing. I WAS in deep Idaho!! I love it!!

Then we had a good ol time at the reception. A little groovin to some country tunes.

Congrats Christa! Love you!!

I heart Sarah Palin

2008-09-01T08:11:00.000-07:00

Good work McCain. I think I will vote for her and not you.

This letter must of got lost in the mail....

2008-08-25T16:04:00.000-07:00

August 11th 2008

Dear Stephenie Meyer,

I am writing in regards to the waste of time that you call Breaking Dawn. If I could get back the last few hours of my life that I wasted on reading that I would.
Please do not attempt to write another book. Twilight made me feel like a giggly high school girl. But I reached my giggly high school girl limit. Breaking Dawn pushed me over the edge. It was full of sugary sweet, life is perfect, I am a vampire with a half human kid (Renesme?? what the??!!), a beautiful push over husband, a wolf friend with the hots for my daughter, and vampire sex that just got old.
I am kindly withdrawing my "fanship."

Best wishes,
Anna

P.S. I will still be watching the Twilight movie. Lets face it, even though I hated Breaking Dawn, I feel that Twilight is still something I can secretly love in a very small way.