I found out something that makes the previous bleach story even BETTER!
Mom used to have these two albino frogs that bore a remarkable resemblance to floating raw chicken. They mated all the time. The male died happily attached to the female, alas she began her celibate life without him.
Mom was bleaching in one side of the sink and little froggy was frolicking in the other side while Mom cleaned her tank. Mom lifted the stop for the bleach water to go down the drain, but an overabundance of water caused bleach water to rise into the froggy frolic side.
Mom immediately picked up froggy and tried washing her off. I could not get any detailed information other than, "It was so sick. Her skin started falling of and it was just...ugchk...I just can't...it was so sick." The ultimate diagnosis - death by bleaching (an already albino frog). Perhaps you can say the frog croaked.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Friday, November 30, 2007
Snort
On Thanksgiving, we (Mom, Me, Brit, Bart, Kim, Jenny, Andy) decided to see the movie "Enchanted." The show was sold out, so the place was packed. Someone must have found something incredibly funny during a scenery shot because all of a sudden I hear one of the loudest snort laughers I have ever heard. Keep in mind, this was during a scenery shot, no action going on on-screen at all. Of course, I also knew this snort laugher was none other than my little sister. The ENTIRE theater started busting up laughing. I'd say that eruption was equivelant or greater to anything in the movie that made people laugh. Maybe I should become a snorter...
Oh, and we got bored waiting to get into the theater, so there may have been some limboing under the guard posts.
Oh, and we got bored waiting to get into the theater, so there may have been some limboing under the guard posts.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Two adults, and one....?
When I was in Ohio, my dad took my mom and I out for dinner. As the waitress was seating us, she handed my parents their menus, then stooped down so she was eye level with me, examined my soul (or just my face, but it was intense), and asked, "Do you need a children's menu?"
I used to be so offended when people asked me this that I would exclaim, "I'm 22!" Or whatever age I happened to be. I was so shocked, however, I couldn't do anything except choke out, "No..."
I mean, I could understand if the children's menu were for 18 and under, but this was for 12 and under, people! I am 27!
I used to be so offended when people asked me this that I would exclaim, "I'm 22!" Or whatever age I happened to be. I was so shocked, however, I couldn't do anything except choke out, "No..."
I mean, I could understand if the children's menu were for 18 and under, but this was for 12 and under, people! I am 27!
Biker Man
When I was in Saint George, Utah beginning my adventure to California/Las Vegas, I encountered a most unusual specimen whom I will call "Biker Man."
Biker Man pulled up to the gas pump across from me, yelling, "ERRRRRRR!" Then proclaiming, "That's the sound my brakes would make if I had brakes! HA HA!" He was definitely amused with himself and I must say I echoed that sentiment. The man was on his BICYCLE!
Attached to his bike was a little container that looked like it could have held gas, but upon examining the two-wheeled chariot of Sir Crazy, I noticed there was no other mechanism on the bike that would have made it run off of gas in any way.
I must have appeared bemused as I washed my windows. Biker Man yelled, "I need to wash my windows too! Oh wait, I don't have any! HA!"
He mumbled some other funny stuff (boy do I wish I had this encounter recorded) while heading into the gas station to do who knows what (thankfully he didn't hold up the place).
Upon his return, I suppose he was still under the illusion he needed to trick us all into believing he was in a car instead of a bike. As he pulled away, he yelled, "VROOM VROOM! HA HA HA!"
I have no idea what that man was on, but I want some!
Biker Man pulled up to the gas pump across from me, yelling, "ERRRRRRR!" Then proclaiming, "That's the sound my brakes would make if I had brakes! HA HA!" He was definitely amused with himself and I must say I echoed that sentiment. The man was on his BICYCLE!
Attached to his bike was a little container that looked like it could have held gas, but upon examining the two-wheeled chariot of Sir Crazy, I noticed there was no other mechanism on the bike that would have made it run off of gas in any way.
I must have appeared bemused as I washed my windows. Biker Man yelled, "I need to wash my windows too! Oh wait, I don't have any! HA!"
He mumbled some other funny stuff (boy do I wish I had this encounter recorded) while heading into the gas station to do who knows what (thankfully he didn't hold up the place).
Upon his return, I suppose he was still under the illusion he needed to trick us all into believing he was in a car instead of a bike. As he pulled away, he yelled, "VROOM VROOM! HA HA HA!"
I have no idea what that man was on, but I want some!
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Decapitated Ratatouille
My mom is in town for Thanksgiving. My sissy is staying with her friend Michelle and Michelle's 13-year old daughter, Emily. Emily has a hamster. Emily also has a cat. Britney has a cat. All three sleep in Emily's room where my mom is sleeping for the duration of her visit. Is anyone covering their mouth and saying, "OH NO!" yet?
Saturday night my mom was up all night to the sound of a screaming mouse. She explained to me she thought the cats were doing their job. Around 6am the screams finally subsided. In the morning, my mom found the decapitated "mouse" saturated in a pool of blood, and placed it in a plastic baggy, and took it out to Michelle. Mom said, "Uh, Michelle, did you know you have a mouse?"
Michelle's response, "OH NO! That's Emily's hamster!"
Keep in mind, my mom was totally ok with all of this when she thought the rodent was a mouse. After Michelle's revelation my mom explained to me, "I will be haunted by the screams of that poor hamster for the rest of my life."
How would poor Mickey feel about all of this?
Saturday night my mom was up all night to the sound of a screaming mouse. She explained to me she thought the cats were doing their job. Around 6am the screams finally subsided. In the morning, my mom found the decapitated "mouse" saturated in a pool of blood, and placed it in a plastic baggy, and took it out to Michelle. Mom said, "Uh, Michelle, did you know you have a mouse?"
Michelle's response, "OH NO! That's Emily's hamster!"
Keep in mind, my mom was totally ok with all of this when she thought the rodent was a mouse. After Michelle's revelation my mom explained to me, "I will be haunted by the screams of that poor hamster for the rest of my life."
How would poor Mickey feel about all of this?
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Turkey Hiking CATastrophe
This Saturday I participated in what has to be one of the most monstrous games Provo folks have created - Turkey bowling. Oh yes, we take an uncooked Turkey and huck it down a plastic "lane" at some bowling pins. I guess it is a pretty good way to tenderize the meat, but talk about the threat for germs -ew. I do need to take a moment to brag about the strike I got - oh yeah! No gutter ball (or should I say butter ball) for me!
After that interesting activity, which perhaps we should all participate in at least once in our lives, I went for a short 4-hour hike with my dearest male friend. We saw some deer, I fell 4 times, and marveled at how surreal the fall foilage seemed from above. I still am struck with awe when I realize we can entirely escape from civilization with a mere two-hour hike up. Walking back down the mountain almost seems like a moment of defeat, a moment to return to reality.
I jumped in the shower as soon as I got home, then ran a friend to urgent care. Once her sister arrived, I went straight to pick up another friend who was the bomb diggity enough to treat me to dinner and a movie. 'B'eware of "B movie." It really isn't as great as a Seinfeld lover would think.
Monday morning I was uploading some photos online for my mom. I had also promised to take my friend's dog out while said friend (the same one from urgent care coincidentally) was at work. I left my sister's computer on to continue uploading while I left for about 15 minutes. When I returned I found the laptop dangling from the stand I had perched it on. My cat had knocked it over and totally destroyed the screen. After bawling for awhile (dumb, I know) thinking about how I was using her laptop because I need one and how I am unemployed and can't afford this, etc, my dad returned my phone call to let me know the screen replacement warranty isn't up until the 26th of this month. WHEW! Not only that, he is a stud muffin enough to send his laptop out to Utah for us to use until Brit's is fixed. More Hallelujah chorus!
After that interesting activity, which perhaps we should all participate in at least once in our lives, I went for a short 4-hour hike with my dearest male friend. We saw some deer, I fell 4 times, and marveled at how surreal the fall foilage seemed from above. I still am struck with awe when I realize we can entirely escape from civilization with a mere two-hour hike up. Walking back down the mountain almost seems like a moment of defeat, a moment to return to reality.
I jumped in the shower as soon as I got home, then ran a friend to urgent care. Once her sister arrived, I went straight to pick up another friend who was the bomb diggity enough to treat me to dinner and a movie. 'B'eware of "B movie." It really isn't as great as a Seinfeld lover would think.
Monday morning I was uploading some photos online for my mom. I had also promised to take my friend's dog out while said friend (the same one from urgent care coincidentally) was at work. I left my sister's computer on to continue uploading while I left for about 15 minutes. When I returned I found the laptop dangling from the stand I had perched it on. My cat had knocked it over and totally destroyed the screen. After bawling for awhile (dumb, I know) thinking about how I was using her laptop because I need one and how I am unemployed and can't afford this, etc, my dad returned my phone call to let me know the screen replacement warranty isn't up until the 26th of this month. WHEW! Not only that, he is a stud muffin enough to send his laptop out to Utah for us to use until Brit's is fixed. More Hallelujah chorus!
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Hannah Montana
Hold up, I forgot something major in this timeline of postings - the Hannah Montana concert!!!!
That's right! I own a shirt that says, "Hannah Montana rocks!" Not of my own doing, mind you. My sister was the master plotter in this conspiracy. October 27th she and I and a bunch of her friends attended the concert of the biggest ticket seller of the year, so I hear. The best part of all of this was that we had her friend's 13-year old daughter with us, who is a MEGA Hannah fan and had NO idea we were going to the concert. We stopped at our favorite place to eat, Sweet Tomatoes, on the way to the concert and managed to each slip away and put on our Hannah shirts until she realized we were all wearing aforementioned shirts and she exclaimed, "What? Where did you guys get those shirts? What's going on?"
Brit strategically slipped her ticket in front of her at this point in time and I asked, "Hey, Em, what's that in front of you?" She picked it up and did everything she could to keep from screaming, including yelling, "I can't scream because we are in a public place!" She was so cute!!!! She was even shaking!!!
So, the concert was fun, but the best part was helping this 13-year old fulfill one of her dreams:-)
That's right! I own a shirt that says, "Hannah Montana rocks!" Not of my own doing, mind you. My sister was the master plotter in this conspiracy. October 27th she and I and a bunch of her friends attended the concert of the biggest ticket seller of the year, so I hear. The best part of all of this was that we had her friend's 13-year old daughter with us, who is a MEGA Hannah fan and had NO idea we were going to the concert. We stopped at our favorite place to eat, Sweet Tomatoes, on the way to the concert and managed to each slip away and put on our Hannah shirts until she realized we were all wearing aforementioned shirts and she exclaimed, "What? Where did you guys get those shirts? What's going on?"
Brit strategically slipped her ticket in front of her at this point in time and I asked, "Hey, Em, what's that in front of you?" She picked it up and did everything she could to keep from screaming, including yelling, "I can't scream because we are in a public place!" She was so cute!!!! She was even shaking!!!
So, the concert was fun, but the best part was helping this 13-year old fulfill one of her dreams:-)
Dancing with Ellen
I have often resented working simply for the fact that it keeps me from doing many other things I'd love to do. I figured, "No day like today," and have been jumping at every opportunity to do what I can while I can.
What can I do? Attend the Ellen DeGeneres show in Burbank, CA! I managed to get a ticket and plotted from there. I also now have the direct number for the audience coordinator for the Ellen show, mwahaha!
I started the trip by stopping for a night in Vegas to visit my old roommate, Bepa. She showed me the non-strip sights - including, but not limited to, the ghetto classroom at the elementary school she teaches for. After attending church with her and witnessing a lovely Vegas-church debate about modesty, I headed for my hotel in LA.
Monday morning (November 5), I was ironing my clothes and such ready for my 5th TV talk show appearance (others include Jane Pauley, Montel Williams, the View, and David Letterman). I received a phone call from the folks at Ellen letting me know that, due to the writers' strike, the taping was cancelled. NOOOO!!!! I saw a little bit of my dream swirling around the flushing toilet of hope. Then I realized the nice lady was offering me tickets for the recording the next day. YES! So what did I do the rest of the day?
I drove around LA for awhile, which led me to a shopping center with a very premature display of a three-story Christmas tree. Such an abomination. What happened to Thanksgiving? Around 2pm, I picked up my friend Takeshi from work and he directed me around LA - showing me Beverly Hills, the LA temple, Santa Monica Beach, and culminating with treating me to an exotic dinner at a Korean Barbeque. If you have never been, you simply must find one. They bring the raw meat to your table, at which there is a grill imbedded in the table, and you cook it yourself! Spectacular!
Tuesday was Ellen. She's friggin' awesome. Why Ellen? Last year when I was going through what has been the hardest time of my life, I felt I was lifting the weight of the world if I even tried to smile. Somehow, whenever I watched Ellen, I would always end up smiling, maybe even laughing. She will never know what a light in the darkness she was for me, but I know and I know that ever since those times I have desperately desired to attend her show. Our celebrity guest, Vince Vaughn, was prerecorded, so we didn't see any celebrities, but I really didn't care because I was there for Ellen! We received a Starbucks gift basket with a $25 gift card! I gave away my coffee being as I don't drink the stuff, but free money is always fun!
After the show, I drove up to Lake Isabella, California to spend the night with my old roommate and dear friend, Krissy. She stayed up late with me talking despite her exhaustion from taking care of her little girl. I miss those days:-) The next day she showed me around her hometown and took me to her parents' house where she grew up. We parted ways after she treated me to a yummy lunch at her favorite local Mexican place. The area she lives in is spectacular. I mean, where else does a community advertise one of the perks of moving there as "Paved roads!!!" Yes, it was in the middle of nowhere, but that means an amazingly beautiful drive back to a major highway!!!!
Wednesday night I stayed in Vegas with Bepa again. She works full time teaching at an inner-city school, then has Master's program schooling full time, but found time to meet me on the strip for watching the Bellagio fountains and scarfing some gellato. While at the fountains, we were blessed to hear some cowboys ranting about how that was their first night in Vegas. We giggled to ourselves, being judgemental in our heads and sharing knowing glances at each other, then were graced with an amazing event - watching them walk away. Seriously, those guys had just dismounted their horses about 2 minutes ago, I believe, and must have been riding them for at least 12 hours. I have never seen such a walk in all my life! Thank heavens for small, amusing favors and bow-legged cowboys!
I returned home pretty early Thursday morning, sighing as I exited in Provo. Back to life, back to reality.
What can I do? Attend the Ellen DeGeneres show in Burbank, CA! I managed to get a ticket and plotted from there. I also now have the direct number for the audience coordinator for the Ellen show, mwahaha!
I started the trip by stopping for a night in Vegas to visit my old roommate, Bepa. She showed me the non-strip sights - including, but not limited to, the ghetto classroom at the elementary school she teaches for. After attending church with her and witnessing a lovely Vegas-church debate about modesty, I headed for my hotel in LA.
Monday morning (November 5), I was ironing my clothes and such ready for my 5th TV talk show appearance (others include Jane Pauley, Montel Williams, the View, and David Letterman). I received a phone call from the folks at Ellen letting me know that, due to the writers' strike, the taping was cancelled. NOOOO!!!! I saw a little bit of my dream swirling around the flushing toilet of hope. Then I realized the nice lady was offering me tickets for the recording the next day. YES! So what did I do the rest of the day?
I drove around LA for awhile, which led me to a shopping center with a very premature display of a three-story Christmas tree. Such an abomination. What happened to Thanksgiving? Around 2pm, I picked up my friend Takeshi from work and he directed me around LA - showing me Beverly Hills, the LA temple, Santa Monica Beach, and culminating with treating me to an exotic dinner at a Korean Barbeque. If you have never been, you simply must find one. They bring the raw meat to your table, at which there is a grill imbedded in the table, and you cook it yourself! Spectacular!
Tuesday was Ellen. She's friggin' awesome. Why Ellen? Last year when I was going through what has been the hardest time of my life, I felt I was lifting the weight of the world if I even tried to smile. Somehow, whenever I watched Ellen, I would always end up smiling, maybe even laughing. She will never know what a light in the darkness she was for me, but I know and I know that ever since those times I have desperately desired to attend her show. Our celebrity guest, Vince Vaughn, was prerecorded, so we didn't see any celebrities, but I really didn't care because I was there for Ellen! We received a Starbucks gift basket with a $25 gift card! I gave away my coffee being as I don't drink the stuff, but free money is always fun!
After the show, I drove up to Lake Isabella, California to spend the night with my old roommate and dear friend, Krissy. She stayed up late with me talking despite her exhaustion from taking care of her little girl. I miss those days:-) The next day she showed me around her hometown and took me to her parents' house where she grew up. We parted ways after she treated me to a yummy lunch at her favorite local Mexican place. The area she lives in is spectacular. I mean, where else does a community advertise one of the perks of moving there as "Paved roads!!!" Yes, it was in the middle of nowhere, but that means an amazingly beautiful drive back to a major highway!!!!
Wednesday night I stayed in Vegas with Bepa again. She works full time teaching at an inner-city school, then has Master's program schooling full time, but found time to meet me on the strip for watching the Bellagio fountains and scarfing some gellato. While at the fountains, we were blessed to hear some cowboys ranting about how that was their first night in Vegas. We giggled to ourselves, being judgemental in our heads and sharing knowing glances at each other, then were graced with an amazing event - watching them walk away. Seriously, those guys had just dismounted their horses about 2 minutes ago, I believe, and must have been riding them for at least 12 hours. I have never seen such a walk in all my life! Thank heavens for small, amusing favors and bow-legged cowboys!
I returned home pretty early Thursday morning, sighing as I exited in Provo. Back to life, back to reality.
To bleach, or not to bleach...
When I arrived home in Ohio, one of the first conversations I heard between my mother and father was something about how some articles of my father's clothing were getting bleached or about bleach spots appearing on random things. Was I observant enough to pick up on the foreshadowing? You bet not!
The day I was leaving to return to Utah, I washed an old sweatshirt of mine along with a new prized possession - an NYC sweatshirt I bought to replace an old one I loved so much I had to get a replica. Imagine my disappointment when I pulled my babies from the washer (along with a pair of pajama pants and a pair of exercise pants) only to find them newly adorned with bleach spots! My mom had been bleaching a shirt on top of the washer and hadn't washed it off before I had set my clothes in the area. I threw the shirts in the trashbag while my mom watched me, waiting for the same fume that emits from my ears when McMappy is around. Lucky for us all, I have no temper about other things at all. I simply said, "Don't worry, Mom, I'm not mad! I'm sad, but getting mad isn't going to bring my sweatshirt back."
I think my mom had other ideas. I walked by the trashbag later only to see my massacred babies had been removed. Weird, I thought.
You see, while I was waiting at the airport, I got a call something like this:
"What color were your sweatshirts before the bleach?"
"Purple/Pink and Light blue/Navy blue/White. Why?"
"Well, now we have a Pink/Pink and a light blue/lighter blue/white."
"What???" (confusion here)
"Well, I wanted to see if I soaked the whole shirt in bleach if it would do anything. I don't think they look bad, the blue one actually still looks cute."
"You bleached them again?!?"
Well, yeah, I mean, since you were going to throw them away, I figured it couldn't hurt to try..."
"MOM, enough with the bleach!!!! You are on bleaching restriction! You are addicted!"
"Well, I'll leave them on your bed and you can look at them at Christmas time and tell me if you still want them."
I am hoodie cursed. Another sweatshirt I bought in Maine shrunk from a Large to a chipmunk size. Then, I "stole" one of my mother's NYC hoodies (and told her only to discover she didn't even know it was hers!). I washed it when I returned to Utah and realized it was one of the articles of clothing she had never worn, because it too shrunk from about an extra large to toddler sized. WHY?!? Will the gods of the hoodies please take mercy on me?!?
The day I was leaving to return to Utah, I washed an old sweatshirt of mine along with a new prized possession - an NYC sweatshirt I bought to replace an old one I loved so much I had to get a replica. Imagine my disappointment when I pulled my babies from the washer (along with a pair of pajama pants and a pair of exercise pants) only to find them newly adorned with bleach spots! My mom had been bleaching a shirt on top of the washer and hadn't washed it off before I had set my clothes in the area. I threw the shirts in the trashbag while my mom watched me, waiting for the same fume that emits from my ears when McMappy is around. Lucky for us all, I have no temper about other things at all. I simply said, "Don't worry, Mom, I'm not mad! I'm sad, but getting mad isn't going to bring my sweatshirt back."
I think my mom had other ideas. I walked by the trashbag later only to see my massacred babies had been removed. Weird, I thought.
You see, while I was waiting at the airport, I got a call something like this:
"What color were your sweatshirts before the bleach?"
"Purple/Pink and Light blue/Navy blue/White. Why?"
"Well, now we have a Pink/Pink and a light blue/lighter blue/white."
"What???" (confusion here)
"Well, I wanted to see if I soaked the whole shirt in bleach if it would do anything. I don't think they look bad, the blue one actually still looks cute."
"You bleached them again?!?"
Well, yeah, I mean, since you were going to throw them away, I figured it couldn't hurt to try..."
"MOM, enough with the bleach!!!! You are on bleaching restriction! You are addicted!"
I am hoodie cursed. Another sweatshirt I bought in Maine shrunk from a Large to a chipmunk size. Then, I "stole" one of my mother's NYC hoodies (and told her only to discover she didn't even know it was hers!). I washed it when I returned to Utah and realized it was one of the articles of clothing she had never worn, because it too shrunk from about an extra large to toddler sized. WHY?!? Will the gods of the hoodies please take mercy on me?!?
Declared Disaster Area
After Mom lost a lot of weight, she went crazy with her elatement of buying new clothes. The past few years things have accumulated, and it resulted in this:
five entire closets full to the brim with clothing - unworn, worn, tagged, untagged, out-of-style, totally hip. You name it, it was in there; including 3 pairs of very shiny, very bright spandex. Ouch. You want a shirt replicating the American Flag? You got it! How about a corduroy tie-dye vest? You got it! You want an identical pashmina wrap or pashmina sweater in 27 different colors? Oh, we can provide.
I took everything out of the closets and covered the living room. My name is Larissa and organizing is my specialty! After donating eight bags of clothing and two bags of shoes to Goodwill, I am proud to say my mother is down to two full closets and 2 half closets. Still a little much, I know, but we have come so far!
five entire closets full to the brim with clothing - unworn, worn, tagged, untagged, out-of-style, totally hip. You name it, it was in there; including 3 pairs of very shiny, very bright spandex. Ouch. You want a shirt replicating the American Flag? You got it! How about a corduroy tie-dye vest? You got it! You want an identical pashmina wrap or pashmina sweater in 27 different colors? Oh, we can provide.
I took everything out of the closets and covered the living room. My name is Larissa and organizing is my specialty! After donating eight bags of clothing and two bags of shoes to Goodwill, I am proud to say my mother is down to two full closets and 2 half closets. Still a little much, I know, but we have come so far!
Botched Proposal
I was dating a wonderful young man for awhile. We met playing co-ed softball this summer and things were swinging right along. Let's just say, we felt we had both hit a home-run in the bottom of the ninth with no men on and only one run to score to win the game....aka...we were pretty darned satisfied.
He happens to be from Ohio (I know, weird) and was going to be home over Labor Day for his brother's reception. I hadn't been home awhile myself, so decided I'd go home for that weekend myself. He came to my house for a day, then we headed up to his place in northeast Ohio - stopping to visit Grandma along the way.
Upon returning to Provo, reality hit a little hard. I realized I would have no job, which meant I could go anywhere to find a new job, but I had this amazing young man. Very quickly I felt I needed to decide how serious our relationship was going to be.
On my birthday (September 20), he decided to propose. He planned an adorable scavenger hunt, at the end of which I realized he was going to propose. At the final location, he was waiting for me in a Tuxedo at the intramural fields where we had met. I realized at that moment I was not prepared to be engaged to him. When he asked me to open the final bag, I was reluctant for awhile, then asked, "There is nothing life changing in that bag is there?" He said, "Not in the bag........not tonight, huh?"
Soon after, I went home to Ohio for 3 weeks. I can tell you a million wonderful things about him. I have nothing but love and respect in my heart for him, but I came to know that I was not to marry him.
How can you continue a relationship when you know someone is ready to marry you that moment and you know you are never going to? Or someone who is headed that direction and you never will be?
About four days after my return to Utah (Sunday October 28), he knew something was different and we had a heart-to-heart. There were only momentary tears and the relationship was over. I do miss him, but I do know this is what is best. Ironically, I was sick all that night throwing up, leaving me in bed all the next day watching old edited horror movies (yeah for Halloween time on TV). Maybe it was a blessing...
He happens to be from Ohio (I know, weird) and was going to be home over Labor Day for his brother's reception. I hadn't been home awhile myself, so decided I'd go home for that weekend myself. He came to my house for a day, then we headed up to his place in northeast Ohio - stopping to visit Grandma along the way.
Upon returning to Provo, reality hit a little hard. I realized I would have no job, which meant I could go anywhere to find a new job, but I had this amazing young man. Very quickly I felt I needed to decide how serious our relationship was going to be.
On my birthday (September 20), he decided to propose. He planned an adorable scavenger hunt, at the end of which I realized he was going to propose. At the final location, he was waiting for me in a Tuxedo at the intramural fields where we had met. I realized at that moment I was not prepared to be engaged to him. When he asked me to open the final bag, I was reluctant for awhile, then asked, "There is nothing life changing in that bag is there?" He said, "Not in the bag........not tonight, huh?"
Soon after, I went home to Ohio for 3 weeks. I can tell you a million wonderful things about him. I have nothing but love and respect in my heart for him, but I came to know that I was not to marry him.
How can you continue a relationship when you know someone is ready to marry you that moment and you know you are never going to? Or someone who is headed that direction and you never will be?
About four days after my return to Utah (Sunday October 28), he knew something was different and we had a heart-to-heart. There were only momentary tears and the relationship was over. I do miss him, but I do know this is what is best. Ironically, I was sick all that night throwing up, leaving me in bed all the next day watching old edited horror movies (yeah for Halloween time on TV). Maybe it was a blessing...
46 down, 4 to go
I have a goal to visit all 50 states before I am 30. Yes, it is true! There is no rhyme or reason, just one of those silly things we wake up one morning and realize would be pretty fandabulous.
After I suddenly found some not-so-employed time on my hands, I decided to head for the hills for a couple of weeks. Not the hills really, but the flat plains of Ohio. I knew I may never get the opportunity again in my life to spend so much time at home.
I let mom and dad know that I'd be taking off for a week while I was home to tour the New England states. Most of that area needed to be crossed off my list despite the fact that I have been to New York half a dozen times. My mom was able to get off of work for a few days to come with me! So.....here you have it:
Thursday October 4: We crossed the border to Niagra Falls, Canada, then made our way to Rochester, New York. I stopped a near calamity when I realized mom was leaning over the railing by the Falls with her camera draped precariously over the side.
Friday October 5: Mom realized how close we were to Palmyra/the Sacred Grove, so we took a little trip to that area. Not before, however, getting misguided by Mom's GPS (lovingly named "McMappy") two times. We wandered around the Sacred Grove for awhile. I was enjoying the serene walk and then I realized Mom was looking for the exact spot at which Joseph Smith has his vision. The exact location isn't known, so after some convincing we tried to find our way back out - what a maze!!!!
We then headed for the Ben & Jerry's factory in Vermont, or what I lovingly refer to as "Mecca." Two holy locations in one day!!! The tour was kinda amusing. Getting misguided every block for about 5 blocks in a row by McMappy was not amusing. Picture this - I got SO frustrated, I literally grabbed the printed instructions from my mother and ripped them up so that we would only have the map and McMappy to consult. All three sources were telling us different ways to go and we simply were not getting anywhere!!! I do not recommend the Creme Brulee ice cream, nor the Caramel something or other, but I highly recommend the Pumpkin Cheesecake- yumminess!
We pulled into Bangor, Maine at about 12:30 AM. My mom's best friend's mom lives there - follow? My mom's best friend also happened to be visiting her mom at the time, so it was a good time with good company.
Saturday October 6: My mother's friend, husband, and mother showed us all around Bangor. We visited Stephen King's home, toured the coastal town of Bar Harbor where I tried my first Lobster (no butter, please!), and relaxed for awhile. This was also the day my mother's friend introduced me to a ginormous cookie sandwich with my name SCREAMING from its' every molecule. I engulfed it accordingly. This became the night of "Here some frosting, there some frosting, everywhere some frosting, frosting." I don't know how, but that cookie sandwich haunted me from the second we became one. I found frosting on my shirt and teddy bear, so I changed into my PJs. I went downstairs only to discover the frosting on my PJs, then my hair, then almost everything I touched. I awoke the next morning with frosting in my bed, frosting on my throw-blanket in the car, and on my water bottle. How the ????
Sunday October 7: We headed off to Salem, Massachusetts. I have never been big for all the hullabaloo surrounding this place, but since we were so close on our way to Boston, the visit had to be made. I literally felt like I was walking through some weird part of an amusement park. Everything there is entirely commercialized, and you have to pay $12 to get in any museum or attraction. On top of that, we made the mistake of being there in super-crowded October and would have to wait for two hours just to get in any tours. No thanks! I just walked around by myself for a couple of hours and then we were on our way. I realized later this night, after we had checked into our hotel in Lexington and were trying to find food, that my mother can no longer see to drive in the dark. Every curb became an object highly desireable for hitting. My mom and I walked into a restaurant, her looking highly frazzled, and I took the keys from her while saying, "I am taking the keys from you. You can't drive right now." I wonder how many people thought she was drunk?
Monday October 8: Boston, baby! I graduated BYU with a most excellent young lady who was so amazing as to meet me in Boston, despite her home being in New Hampshire! Her brother, who lives in Connecticut also met us there, as did her five year old nephew. Later in the day, I was surprised to have her husband join us as well after he had returned from work/school. FUN! Her brother happens to be the best tour guide I could have asked for and she is super cultured. I believe I received a better tour from them than the one I had paid $25 for earlier in the day! We ate some amazing Indian food for dinner. They had me try my first Mango Lassie (sp?) and I am in love! My mom thought they were all so wonderful even though she had decided to part ways with us early on in the day.
Tuesday October 9: Off to NYC! We stayed in Edison, New Jersey and commuted into the city via a train! Mom became amazed with my intuition regarding transportation to, from, and around NYC. Yes, be in awe of my wonderous abilities! We didn't get into the city until around 6pm, so we just had some time to walk around, visit H&M, and devour some devilishly divine frozen hot chocolate from Serendipity. As is typical in NYC, where the city loves to torture tourists, we walked an hour in the rain back to the train station. I was soaked from top to bottom, yet was more amused than upset. Sometimes you can only laugh. Of course, when McMappy is misdirecting you is NEVER a laughing matter. I'd long since banished him from directly us though, so we were headed in exactly the correct direction with me in control.
Wednesday October 10: All day in NYC! Mom was tired, so I ran around by myself most of the day. I was able to see "Mary Poppins!" Tap dancing on the ceiling people! It was spectacular!!!! I am SO surprised it isn't more popular, as I am pretty sure I could watch it ten times in a row. I felt as if I were watching a magic show the whole time! And I am serious, the man tap danced on the ceiling!!! Mom came in just in time to catch the evening show of "Legally Blonde." Definitely a fun little show - way better than I expected it to be actually. Ironically, we returned to Ohio to discover MTV would be broadcasting the show three days later! I made mom stop at ESPN Zone for my favorite salad and dessert before the show. Can I just say cookie baked in a pan topped with homemade ice cream drizzled with fudge, caramel, and shaved chocolate? If any food were sinful, this would be it....and I am a sinner through and through!
The attempts to sleep this evening were somewhat thrwarted by an air conditioning unit with a vendetta against my mother. Every three minutes on the dot, the darned thing would kick on with a noise that sounded like a train barreling through the room. She described her experience as Chinese water torture. Luckily, I have been blessed with being able to sleep through just about anything when I am exhausted. Not so luckily, that meant I had to drive all the next day while my mom tried to recouperate in the back seat of the mini van. Oh, did I mention having to drive the mini-van through NYC? What a joke!
Thursday October 11:
The drive home....*sigh.* It all happened so fast! We took a slight detour to visit Delaware, the last of the New England states on my list. I followed my printed instructions exactly only to find out....wrong! McMappy was in his usual state of blissfully telling us to go around an entire block until we were back where we started, then having us do it all again a block later, so he was banished again. We were left with me, my rage against directions, and my mom. Mom was desperately attempting everything she could to keep me from exploding while she tried to decipher the highways and back roads in Pennsylvania. There is a reason I am not a mother yet and that is because I cannot yet handle the lack of patience my children will have. I will forever be in awe of my mother's ability to keep her cool while steam of rage is shooting from my ears. I used to have a horrible temper, which has not manifest itself in quite a few years. Needless to say, I was so disappointed in myself and quite embarassed. I knew we'd get home eventually, so why get upset? Ugh. Anyway, by the time we rolled into Piqua around 1 am or so, I was so hyped up on energy drinks that I couldn't get to sleep until about 4. Oy!
So....that's the trip! 46 states down, 4 to go!!!
After I suddenly found some not-so-employed time on my hands, I decided to head for the hills for a couple of weeks. Not the hills really, but the flat plains of Ohio. I knew I may never get the opportunity again in my life to spend so much time at home.
I let mom and dad know that I'd be taking off for a week while I was home to tour the New England states. Most of that area needed to be crossed off my list despite the fact that I have been to New York half a dozen times. My mom was able to get off of work for a few days to come with me! So.....here you have it:
Thursday October 4: We crossed the border to Niagra Falls, Canada, then made our way to Rochester, New York. I stopped a near calamity when I realized mom was leaning over the railing by the Falls with her camera draped precariously over the side.
Friday October 5: Mom realized how close we were to Palmyra/the Sacred Grove, so we took a little trip to that area. Not before, however, getting misguided by Mom's GPS (lovingly named "McMappy") two times. We wandered around the Sacred Grove for awhile. I was enjoying the serene walk and then I realized Mom was looking for the exact spot at which Joseph Smith has his vision. The exact location isn't known, so after some convincing we tried to find our way back out - what a maze!!!!
We then headed for the Ben & Jerry's factory in Vermont, or what I lovingly refer to as "Mecca." Two holy locations in one day!!! The tour was kinda amusing. Getting misguided every block for about 5 blocks in a row by McMappy was not amusing. Picture this - I got SO frustrated, I literally grabbed the printed instructions from my mother and ripped them up so that we would only have the map and McMappy to consult. All three sources were telling us different ways to go and we simply were not getting anywhere!!! I do not recommend the Creme Brulee ice cream, nor the Caramel something or other, but I highly recommend the Pumpkin Cheesecake- yumminess!
We pulled into Bangor, Maine at about 12:30 AM. My mom's best friend's mom lives there - follow? My mom's best friend also happened to be visiting her mom at the time, so it was a good time with good company.
Saturday October 6: My mother's friend, husband, and mother showed us all around Bangor. We visited Stephen King's home, toured the coastal town of Bar Harbor where I tried my first Lobster (no butter, please!), and relaxed for awhile. This was also the day my mother's friend introduced me to a ginormous cookie sandwich with my name SCREAMING from its' every molecule. I engulfed it accordingly. This became the night of "Here some frosting, there some frosting, everywhere some frosting, frosting." I don't know how, but that cookie sandwich haunted me from the second we became one. I found frosting on my shirt and teddy bear, so I changed into my PJs. I went downstairs only to discover the frosting on my PJs, then my hair, then almost everything I touched. I awoke the next morning with frosting in my bed, frosting on my throw-blanket in the car, and on my water bottle. How the ????
Sunday October 7: We headed off to Salem, Massachusetts. I have never been big for all the hullabaloo surrounding this place, but since we were so close on our way to Boston, the visit had to be made. I literally felt like I was walking through some weird part of an amusement park. Everything there is entirely commercialized, and you have to pay $12 to get in any museum or attraction. On top of that, we made the mistake of being there in super-crowded October and would have to wait for two hours just to get in any tours. No thanks! I just walked around by myself for a couple of hours and then we were on our way. I realized later this night, after we had checked into our hotel in Lexington and were trying to find food, that my mother can no longer see to drive in the dark. Every curb became an object highly desireable for hitting. My mom and I walked into a restaurant, her looking highly frazzled, and I took the keys from her while saying, "I am taking the keys from you. You can't drive right now." I wonder how many people thought she was drunk?
Monday October 8: Boston, baby! I graduated BYU with a most excellent young lady who was so amazing as to meet me in Boston, despite her home being in New Hampshire! Her brother, who lives in Connecticut also met us there, as did her five year old nephew. Later in the day, I was surprised to have her husband join us as well after he had returned from work/school. FUN! Her brother happens to be the best tour guide I could have asked for and she is super cultured. I believe I received a better tour from them than the one I had paid $25 for earlier in the day! We ate some amazing Indian food for dinner. They had me try my first Mango Lassie (sp?) and I am in love! My mom thought they were all so wonderful even though she had decided to part ways with us early on in the day.
Tuesday October 9: Off to NYC! We stayed in Edison, New Jersey and commuted into the city via a train! Mom became amazed with my intuition regarding transportation to, from, and around NYC. Yes, be in awe of my wonderous abilities! We didn't get into the city until around 6pm, so we just had some time to walk around, visit H&M, and devour some devilishly divine frozen hot chocolate from Serendipity. As is typical in NYC, where the city loves to torture tourists, we walked an hour in the rain back to the train station. I was soaked from top to bottom, yet was more amused than upset. Sometimes you can only laugh. Of course, when McMappy is misdirecting you is NEVER a laughing matter. I'd long since banished him from directly us though, so we were headed in exactly the correct direction with me in control.
Wednesday October 10: All day in NYC! Mom was tired, so I ran around by myself most of the day. I was able to see "Mary Poppins!" Tap dancing on the ceiling people! It was spectacular!!!! I am SO surprised it isn't more popular, as I am pretty sure I could watch it ten times in a row. I felt as if I were watching a magic show the whole time! And I am serious, the man tap danced on the ceiling!!! Mom came in just in time to catch the evening show of "Legally Blonde." Definitely a fun little show - way better than I expected it to be actually. Ironically, we returned to Ohio to discover MTV would be broadcasting the show three days later! I made mom stop at ESPN Zone for my favorite salad and dessert before the show. Can I just say cookie baked in a pan topped with homemade ice cream drizzled with fudge, caramel, and shaved chocolate? If any food were sinful, this would be it....and I am a sinner through and through!
The attempts to sleep this evening were somewhat thrwarted by an air conditioning unit with a vendetta against my mother. Every three minutes on the dot, the darned thing would kick on with a noise that sounded like a train barreling through the room. She described her experience as Chinese water torture. Luckily, I have been blessed with being able to sleep through just about anything when I am exhausted. Not so luckily, that meant I had to drive all the next day while my mom tried to recouperate in the back seat of the mini van. Oh, did I mention having to drive the mini-van through NYC? What a joke!
Thursday October 11:
The drive home....*sigh.* It all happened so fast! We took a slight detour to visit Delaware, the last of the New England states on my list. I followed my printed instructions exactly only to find out....wrong! McMappy was in his usual state of blissfully telling us to go around an entire block until we were back where we started, then having us do it all again a block later, so he was banished again. We were left with me, my rage against directions, and my mom. Mom was desperately attempting everything she could to keep me from exploding while she tried to decipher the highways and back roads in Pennsylvania. There is a reason I am not a mother yet and that is because I cannot yet handle the lack of patience my children will have. I will forever be in awe of my mother's ability to keep her cool while steam of rage is shooting from my ears. I used to have a horrible temper, which has not manifest itself in quite a few years. Needless to say, I was so disappointed in myself and quite embarassed. I knew we'd get home eventually, so why get upset? Ugh. Anyway, by the time we rolled into Piqua around 1 am or so, I was so hyped up on energy drinks that I couldn't get to sleep until about 4. Oy!
So....that's the trip! 46 states down, 4 to go!!!
Path not-so-Wise and no London
I believe I failed to mention that I am unemployed.
I have been since the first of October.
What happened?
My company decided to reorganize to facilitate growth. We were small and scattered all over the country. They decided to put all of the product development, etc. people in the same areas as the person in charge of coordinating those projects. My job was product development and all of those folks were to go to the middle-of-nowhere in Ohio. You may be thinking, "Ohio?!?" Yes, my homestate. So why not? Well, the main man there was none other than the man that had been so verbally "abusive" earlier in the year that I had had to tape record our conversations. Also, there was the looming threat of social isolation. The company was fully aware I would not make that move and sacrifice.
I have been wanting a change of scenery since about March or April, so it all is working out for the better. AND since they released me through no fault of my own and did not hire anyone to replace me, I have been eligible to collect unemployment. Which, as most of you probably don't know, is NOT government funded - it is an insurance your employer pays quarterly. It isn't much, but it is getting me by until I find a job that will finally make me happy!!!
Where am I looking? ANYWHERE!!!
And what is this about London? Brit is no longer headed there. She has decided to stay in Utah for her job here until at least May. I may be selfish, ok, I AM selfish, but I am reallllllly glad to have my little Brit the Crit around for a little longer. I wonder how long I'll be around though...
I have been since the first of October.
What happened?
My company decided to reorganize to facilitate growth. We were small and scattered all over the country. They decided to put all of the product development, etc. people in the same areas as the person in charge of coordinating those projects. My job was product development and all of those folks were to go to the middle-of-nowhere in Ohio. You may be thinking, "Ohio?!?" Yes, my homestate. So why not? Well, the main man there was none other than the man that had been so verbally "abusive" earlier in the year that I had had to tape record our conversations. Also, there was the looming threat of social isolation. The company was fully aware I would not make that move and sacrifice.
I have been wanting a change of scenery since about March or April, so it all is working out for the better. AND since they released me through no fault of my own and did not hire anyone to replace me, I have been eligible to collect unemployment. Which, as most of you probably don't know, is NOT government funded - it is an insurance your employer pays quarterly. It isn't much, but it is getting me by until I find a job that will finally make me happy!!!
Where am I looking? ANYWHERE!!!
And what is this about London? Brit is no longer headed there. She has decided to stay in Utah for her job here until at least May. I may be selfish, ok, I AM selfish, but I am reallllllly glad to have my little Brit the Crit around for a little longer. I wonder how long I'll be around though...
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
3 things
1. My dearest roommate Cassie left for grad school in Denver! I will most definitely miss her! This was our last outing to Leatherby's the night before she left.
2. A guy in our ward, Stuart Memry, came over last night with a can of shaving cream, a razor, and a very strange request for Andrea - to please shave his neck! I told her she should show up at his door with toenail polish and ask him to paint her toes! Weiiiiiiird!
3. My new roommate, Dacya, got a kitten. Kitten is nameless as of yet, but Andrea and I now lovingly refer to her as "Ms. Peebody." On day two of Ms. Peebody's residence at our apartment, she diarrhea'd all over my down comforter and I had to pay $30 to get it dry cleaned (thanks Brit for running that errand!). Right after I brought the blanket back home and placed the cover on it, she smeared her little poo-plagued bottom on the cover! I managed to get that off without another cry-cleaning bill though. Now, ends up Ms. Peebody likes to poo in this particular corner of my room (or anywhere else when the urge hits) and has started peeing! She will cry really loud right before, so as soon as any of us hear her cry we RUN and grab her and put her in the litter box. She looks innocent enough, buuuuut...AAAAAARRRGH!
2. A guy in our ward, Stuart Memry, came over last night with a can of shaving cream, a razor, and a very strange request for Andrea - to please shave his neck! I told her she should show up at his door with toenail polish and ask him to paint her toes! Weiiiiiiird!
3. My new roommate, Dacya, got a kitten. Kitten is nameless as of yet, but Andrea and I now lovingly refer to her as "Ms. Peebody." On day two of Ms. Peebody's residence at our apartment, she diarrhea'd all over my down comforter and I had to pay $30 to get it dry cleaned (thanks Brit for running that errand!). Right after I brought the blanket back home and placed the cover on it, she smeared her little poo-plagued bottom on the cover! I managed to get that off without another cry-cleaning bill though. Now, ends up Ms. Peebody likes to poo in this particular corner of my room (or anywhere else when the urge hits) and has started peeing! She will cry really loud right before, so as soon as any of us hear her cry we RUN and grab her and put her in the litter box. She looks innocent enough, buuuuut...AAAAAARRRGH!
My Workout with Lindsey Lohan
I was at Gold's Gym doing my normal sweat and disgust those around me thing when I noticed the girl on the treadmill in front of me looked an awful lot like Lindsey Lohan. Lindsey is in Orem, UT for rehab after all, but never you mind that, I just kept about my business.
I go to the weights and do some stuff, then go into the dance room to do legs and abs. She started talking and sounded just like Lindsey, then her trainer/assistant started calling her Lindsey. That's when I realized - the girl really IS Lindsey Lohan. I was alone in that room with her and her trainer for 5 or 10 minutes. Once I realized it was really her I wondered if I was supposed to have been locked out of the room or something because the gym was packed and no one else was in there. I was pleased to see that she was doing most of the same exercises as me, only not as much. Yeah for my buffness! Of course, I'm not recovering from any addictions or anything, so...yeah...anyway.
Then it ends up my gym bag (she was not at the gym when I arrived) was right next to her assistant, so every time I needed something from my bag I had to go and invade their territory...but hey, my bag was there first!
So I bet you are all wondering, how was she?
She actually looked great! She was running hard on the treadmills, lunging, and other lifts with coordination and effort. She said to who I think was her trainer (who was wearing a very fashion disaster shirt with a maltese dog on it!) several times in an upbeat way, "Just tell me what to do and I'll do it!" She definitely did not seem inebriated in any way and she isn't too skinny either...thin, but healthy! I think, no matter what most people think of her, it is good to see her doing better! I also wanted to mention I never heard her say a single swear word, not even harsher words like dang or crap, nor did she say anything bad about anyone around. Her and her personnel were getting a kick out of people watching and laughing about people's gross gym habits. She would have loved it if she would have been there when the mid-40s larger white guy Michael Jackson impersonator were there! Paparazzi snapped her as she left (I happened to be getting into my car as this happened).
As non-exciting as this information probably is to all of you, NOTHING happens in Orem, Utah. I even overheard her assistant saying that very line and I agreed with her and said something to her before I actually realized who she was, no wonder she looked at me as if I were crazy. I knew the Michael Jackson impersonator wasn't the only person I'd see if I perservered in my gym attendance! Every day for 3 years and finally I get my brush with...celebrehabity.
I go to the weights and do some stuff, then go into the dance room to do legs and abs. She started talking and sounded just like Lindsey, then her trainer/assistant started calling her Lindsey. That's when I realized - the girl really IS Lindsey Lohan. I was alone in that room with her and her trainer for 5 or 10 minutes. Once I realized it was really her I wondered if I was supposed to have been locked out of the room or something because the gym was packed and no one else was in there. I was pleased to see that she was doing most of the same exercises as me, only not as much. Yeah for my buffness! Of course, I'm not recovering from any addictions or anything, so...yeah...anyway.
Then it ends up my gym bag (she was not at the gym when I arrived) was right next to her assistant, so every time I needed something from my bag I had to go and invade their territory...but hey, my bag was there first!
So I bet you are all wondering, how was she?
She actually looked great! She was running hard on the treadmills, lunging, and other lifts with coordination and effort. She said to who I think was her trainer (who was wearing a very fashion disaster shirt with a maltese dog on it!) several times in an upbeat way, "Just tell me what to do and I'll do it!" She definitely did not seem inebriated in any way and she isn't too skinny either...thin, but healthy! I think, no matter what most people think of her, it is good to see her doing better! I also wanted to mention I never heard her say a single swear word, not even harsher words like dang or crap, nor did she say anything bad about anyone around. Her and her personnel were getting a kick out of people watching and laughing about people's gross gym habits. She would have loved it if she would have been there when the mid-40s larger white guy Michael Jackson impersonator were there! Paparazzi snapped her as she left (I happened to be getting into my car as this happened).
As non-exciting as this information probably is to all of you, NOTHING happens in Orem, Utah. I even overheard her assistant saying that very line and I agreed with her and said something to her before I actually realized who she was, no wonder she looked at me as if I were crazy. I knew the Michael Jackson impersonator wasn't the only person I'd see if I perservered in my gym attendance! Every day for 3 years and finally I get my brush with...celebrehabity.
The picture is of a couple of paparazzi - most of them got away before I could photograph them! The white van to the left is the getaway vehicle.
Friday, August 3, 2007
Softball Tournament
Who knows I play softball? Anyone? Didn't think so...
I am on a BYU intramural team here and we are currently going through tournament play. First was single elimination, which we made it through to put us in the "Elite Eight," as the intramural department likes to call it. This becomes double elimination with winners and losers brackets.
I am VERY excited to say that we have made it into the final two of the Winners bracket! We still have 3 games left to actually win the tournament, but this is VERY exciting for us!
Wednesday night we played through a lightning and thunder storm (why?!?), and last night we played in all the puddle-y remnants of that and another storm yesterday afternoon. They were literally shoveling water off the field, then put sand down to try and make the field playable. I've posted photos of the results of a few overzealous slides on my part:-)
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Cheerio!
BIG NEWS! Britney will be moving to London from January to June! I know I'll be visiting! She found a great girl to live with named Clair and Brit's best friend may be moving with her as well! Thought you might all like to see her new digs!
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Extreme Riss
I took a little adventure this past Monday...I think the pictures speak for themselves! Fun times!
Monday, June 25, 2007
Cat Attack
I wrote this in an e-mail to my mother on May 24 and it made everyone's day...
On a note that will make you smile - Cody (Brit's roommate's cat) attacked me last night. Yep, you heard it. I cannot describe the fear that runs through your body when you see a miniature tiger flying at you, ready to tear any part of your flesh he can get. Apparently, Conor and Cody are both very territorial kitties and...well...their visit didn't go so well. Brit and I thought they needed some time, so we left for Wal-Mart and things seemed Ok when we came back except that Conor was still hiding under the bed. Then Cody came in and was cornering her under there and they were just all hisses and growls and weird noises that almost sounded like talking. Fatty was very confused. Brit took Cody away and I pulled her out and held her and...oh wait. Earlier before Wal-Mart the two were hissing at each other, so I just went to pick Fatty up because he was being sweet while the others fought and then Cody jumped on me and sliced my wrist because I was picking up Fatty. Ok, so now AFTER Wal-Mart I got Conor out from the bed while Brit took Cody away. I carried Conor through the living room to get out and as I was walking through, Cody came charging at me and just FLEW. I took pictures of the resulting injuries on my phone - It looks like a vampire bit my butt twice and I have these three long slashes on my inner leg under my butt. Britney was laughing so hard - I was too except it hurt and I could feel the blood dripping down my leg. He bit a hole in my pants! Poor Conor. Cody jumped me just because I was holding Conor. Looks like Fatty will have to come to MY house for sleepovers. I was so looking forward to being able to have them at either place. Needless to say, I'm a little sore today and sitting certain ways or bending my wrist certain ways isn't the most favorable. Who knew they'd hate each other so much? I thought you might smile at that because you know how sweet and fat and huge Cody is. Now imagine him flying at you in full attack mode- not fun. I had to RUN out the door after that because he was fixin' to lunge at me again. Once I got out the door, he stood right by it and growled and growled and hissed some more. Sheesh!
I Can't Believe It's Not Butter!
I was innocently squirting my air-popped popcorn with "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter Spray" when the knob went a little haywire and the next thing I knew I had squirted myself in the face! Eyes open and everything!
I closed my eyes, realizing I would very much appreciate the hilariousness of this situation once I cleared my butter coating. Upon cleaning my face, I re-opened my eyes to a world of....butter. My contacts were coated!!!
One of my friends asked if I was ok (no one was there to witness this blessed event however), to which I responded, "No, I keep having visions of Fabio." I don't know if this friend really understood my joke about the spokesman for aforementioned butter spray, but I thought it was funny:-)
I closed my eyes, realizing I would very much appreciate the hilariousness of this situation once I cleared my butter coating. Upon cleaning my face, I re-opened my eyes to a world of....butter. My contacts were coated!!!
One of my friends asked if I was ok (no one was there to witness this blessed event however), to which I responded, "No, I keep having visions of Fabio." I don't know if this friend really understood my joke about the spokesman for aforementioned butter spray, but I thought it was funny:-)
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Who is John Villers?
Red Buttons? David Caruso? John Villers?
Some ladies Dad took a class with seem to think they are all one in the same.
Perhaps Dad, as he suggested himself, is part of some witness protection program?
Could it be that our father is an academy award winner?
A former rump-revelator on NYPD Blue?
AND king of all corny jokes?
In the beginning...
Inspired by the insane ramblings of a family I may be infamously close with for the time being, I thought, "What a great idea! A blog! It can kinda be like our family website!"
So, here you have it! Come post pictures, stories, present ideas to the whole family, you name it! Perhaps we can set up a pole about how many protein bars dad can eat before he turns into Arnold Junior, or you know, something like that.
On your mark, get set.....go!
So, here you have it! Come post pictures, stories, present ideas to the whole family, you name it! Perhaps we can set up a pole about how many protein bars dad can eat before he turns into Arnold Junior, or you know, something like that.
On your mark, get set.....go!
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