Sunday, October 25, 2009
When I got sick Thursday night, I knew that there was no way I was going to work on Friday. This was a good call as I was pretty miserable most of the day. However, this didn't stop me from dreaming about work. In this episode my boss came in to my room and announced that since I couldn't come to work, we would just work from my bedroom. "Noooooo!!!!" I screamed. "Get out! Get out! I'm sick!" (I may have actually screamed this aloud...) My boss looked at me funny, but then disappeared. I was appreciating his absence when suddenly there were dinosauars in my room. Little ones. Like green rats. I just knew they were going to bite my ankles off. I started screaming and jumped onto my bed. Just then, my roommate Landl burst into the room.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"There's little green dinosaurs in my room. They're going to eat me!" I screamed back.
Ever so nonchalantly, Landl said, "Oh, these little guys won't hurt you, but I'll get rid of them."
She proceeded to daintly pick up the dinosaurs by their heads and carried them out of the room like one would carry a dirty rag.
Then my other roommate showed up outside my door. "Julie," she said. "Would you like to have breakfast with me?"
"I've love to!" I said.
"Great! How about Fruit Loops?"
"Okay." I said.
"Good." Replied Annie. "But we can only eat the blue ones." She help a big bag full of blue Fruit Loops. "Look! I've been saving up!"
Around this point I woke up and realized that none of this had actually happened. Phew! As much as I'd love to have breakfast with my roomies, I really don't want my boss showing up in my room.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
November: We went to a totally awesome One Republic concert and had a blast!! Thanksgiving was great spending time with family and feasting. Other than that it was a blur. But November needs a picture so how about one of snow in our front yard?
December: Of course Christmas was fantastic! It usually is! But here's the best story: Once upon a time, 4 Cinderellas got all dressed up for the ball. Unfortunately, the ball was a bust and no handsome princes were in attendance. Therefore the four Cinderellas along with 5 other beautiful princesses went bowling in their ball gowns and had a blast! To sum up: Ball:boring bust::bowling:blast!
January: So far its been great! Happy New Year to all of us! I spent New Years Eve at a ward party. We laughed, we sang, we played cards, and murdered people in the dark! Wahoo!
Note of Awesomeness: I'm going on a cruise!!!! Janel, Andrea, Kaija, and I will be off to the Bahamas in May! Lucky us! I'm anxiously awaiting sandy beaches, turquoise waters, and pirate adventures! Can't wait!!
Monday, September 15, 2008
Link the Person who Tagged you.
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Tell about 6 quirks of yours.
Tag 6 fellow bloggers to do the same.
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1. I can't eat eggs unless they are mixed into something, i.e. pancakes, cookies. cakes. If I can see the egg or taste it individually, I can't eat it. The reason for this is an extra set of taste buds that I have in the back of my throat that react to the egg and induce a gagging reflex which then causes me to throw up. It sounds like I'm making this up, but I'm really not. My dad also has this as does a lady in my neighborhood.
2. My cousin wrote about organizing her colored candy before eating it. I also do this. Its a minor ADD moment. I have to make them all even in number or create a pattern with them. M&Ms, Skittles, Sweetarts, and Smarties are all subject to this behavior.
3. I make up nicknames for people whose names I don't know so that my friends and I have a way of distinguishing them. For example, one day a guy started talking to us about EBay. It was a very random conversation and we had no idea who he was, so he became EBay-boy. (Very creative, I know.)
4. I used to absolutely, positively, unequivocally hate, despise, and detest gravy. It was the most vile, disgusting thing on the face of the earth. Then one day, a good friend made me try biscuits and gravy. I've been hooked ever since. I think it was the combination of the biscuits, (yum!) sausage, and salt. (I'm a salt addict.) So gravy isn't so bad now.
5. I once got set up on a blind date with the same guy twice. The dates were 2 years apart. Both times he said he'd call and then he never did. Hooser.
6. I just got 2 wisdom teeth pulled this afternoon. Thankfully, it was just a pulling, they weren't impacted or anything. I am, however, in some small manner of pain and eagerly awaiting my hydrocodone prescription. I tried to do just Ibuprofen, but it isn't working. I can't open my mouth all the way, but the numbness has worn off so I don't sound so "thpethal" anymore. With some luck, I'll be ok for work tomorrow. Maybe.
I now tag Andrea, Janel, Tawni, Kristen/Rob, Brooke Snyder, and Lisa!
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Anyway we came home and were really tired. It had been a long week. I decided to take a nap and I had this crazy, crazy dream. My friend Annie really, really likes this guy. In my dream she and I lived in this alternate universe where we were being forced into arranged marriages. Now luckily for me, I was being matched with the guy Annie likes, but Annie was matched with a white haired old geezer. I don't know who did the matching, but it was sad.
So in the course of my engagement with the guy Annie loved, I found out that he also loved her, but due to the arranged marriages, he couldn't pursue her. We ended up searching all sorts of old laws trying to find a loophole so that Annie and her guy could marry. It was intense as Annie was due to marry the old geezer the next day and I was supposed to marry her guy later that day.
We found the loophole, but it required that someone take Annie's place. I ended up running through buildings with long corridors bumping into children and knocking over old ladies as I sprinted to stop Annie's wedding...and take her place. So yes, I married an old guy so that my friend can marry the guy she loves. What does this say about me? I don't know, but hopefully not that I like old men. Eeeww.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
I'm moving out!!! Yes, you heard correctly! Three friends and I found a place, charmed the landlord with brownies, and got approved! We'll move in the middle of July! Wa-freakin-hoo!!!!!!
I've been dreaming of moving out for a couple of years now and I finally feel secure enough (financially) to do it. I'm so glad my friends invited me to find a place with them. That makes it even more fun!
So here are my dreams for living with my friends:
Sunday Dinners. I know people will want to see family and stuff, but I'd like to try one Sunday a month and fix a nice meal for all of us and eat together like a family. Essentially we will be family.
Midnight Munchies. I can see us up late some random Friday night just talking and giggling and eating Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream. Yum!
Family Prayer. Call me weird, but I'd love to do a roommate prayer together every night. Even though not all us may be there at the same time, I think it would help create an atmosphere conducive to the Spirit.
Those are just of few of my ideals and dreams. With any luck, they'll come true!
I dreamed I was engaged to Mr. Darcy last night. This was the first time I've dreamed about it versus day-dreamed about it. Big difference. Many guys wonder what we girls fascination with Darcy is. Some say its just the his good looks, his money, and that he's British. (The 3 B's: Beauty, Bounty and British. Courtesy of Dave) While these are nice and admirable traits fully capable of making any girl swoon, they are not the reason we love him. He's a highly complex character. First he's resilient to the charms, and I use that term loosely, of Caroline Bingley. She only wants him for the 3 B's and does her best to prove that she is whom he should marry. By doing this she becomes catty, clingy, undesirable and a modern day witch. We admire men who can withstand the wiles of women like her.
Although Darcy is proud, once his fault is pointed out to him, he resolves to change and win the respect of Elizabeth. We want men who are willing to change and be the best that they can. We love men who treat us with respect and value our thoughts and opinions. He becomes humble insomuch that he endures becoming related to his enemy in order to have what he desires most; the love and good opinion of a good woman. He opens up more to society and learns to laugh at himself. I value this trait. We all take ourselves so seriously. Sometimes you just have to laugh at your mistakes and move on without letting little things get you down.
So guys, (I doubt any read this. If you do, leave me a note!) please realize that real women want real men. Men who are respectful, humble, strong enough to bear burdens, and strong enough to need us.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Today I had a wonderful opportunity to go hike Waterfall Canyon with two good friends. The weather appeared to be perfect for the event when I woke up this morning. It was sunny, not too hot, the birds were chirping, and I was no longer dreaming that I was naked at church. (Sorry dear readers, but its true. I dreamed I was naked at church and I was very relieved to wake up and find myself clothed in PJ's and in my bed. Phew!~)
As we reached the trail head, the weather changed and it began to rain. At first it was a soft, gentle, welcome rain. It felt so nice and we laughed as we headed up the mountain. We kept our eyes open for uniquely shaped rocks and laughed and teased each other. As we progressed, the weather got worse. Soon it was hailing...hard. Our faces and hands turned red and we took shelter under a few trees. Little rivulets started to trickle down the trail making it slippery and treacherous. Our pace slackened as our caution mounted.
In such miserable conditions, it seemed hard to believe that we would keep our good humor, but we did! We laughed and talked as we huffed and puffed our way up. Even when my short friends safely passed under a low, thick tree whilst I, in my tallness, smacked my head, we laughed it off and kept going.
At last we made the top and gazed the serene beauty of the waterfall. As we rested the clouds parted, the sun burst through and our cheerfulness increased. We feasted on the goodies brought with us and continued our quest for geometrically shaped rocks. We found a heart-shaped, a square, an oval, and a round rock. The sun quickly dried our damp hoodies and jackets and we started back down.
The views were spectacular and after the rain, the foliage was lush and green. We all picked wild flowers as we came down. We were sore and tired but felt a great sense of accomplishment that we continued in less than desirable conditions and came away smelling like...well, wild flowers. It was fantastic.
So thanks girls for a great day. Next time, I'll try to keep an eye out for low lying branches!