30 June 2009
27 June 2009
24 June 2009
- sleep. Buckets and buckets of shut eye. Being a bit under the weather, my body didn't even seembto register the extended visit in sugarplum land on Tuesday, but this morning it was duly noted and I feel mostly better. I am off to bed here in but a moment in hopes that one more night filled to bursting with REM cycles will be just the trick to fully supporting the "save the Kleenex" campaign.
- my sister E was born! 20-something years ago today. What a wonder. Love that skally wag.
- my other wee sister gets married one month from tomorrow. This Is terrif news not only because of what it is all on its own, but because of the gem-like people who will make themselves physically present for the whole thing. It's enough to make one willing to go on a date with newly single Jon Gosselin (pfffffft ok maybe nothing is ever going to make thAT appealing).
- I haven't felt truly sucked into a book in a while. I've always preferred short stories but it's been a very long while since I felt connected to the characters and their gig. I've been pecking away at a book of boo's when I'm over there and today I realized I've missed it! I'm excited to know what comes next. A 21 gun salute is in order. Perhaps a woot as well.
It takes a long frickin time to blog on an iPhone.
21 June 2009
He's funny, he's brainy, he's honest, visionary, introduced me to Joni Mitchell and Moonstruck, and underneath his sarcastic exterior he's got a heart of pure mush.
To the man who's wanted a Harley and a Double Neck Guitar his entire life but deferred to fund piano lessons, a steady supply of string cheese, and dance recital costumes, I say I love you, and Happy Father's Day. You are the dad of the world.
Sarah: Heya, coming over for dinner?
Me: Yes. I confirmed with Mom yesterday and she said you'd all wait.
Sarah: Ah. What time? We're having fish.
Me: I get off at 5.
Sarah: That means you must be here at 5:01 or else you'll have to eat with the birds. If you catch my drift. You know. Seeds. And bugs.
Me: 5:01 and 30 seconds.
Sarah: You're pushing it. How are we supposed to swing 30 extra seconds? I suppose you think we can just wait extra amounts of time willy nilly!
Me: I love willy nilly. I crave willy nilly.
Sarah: What are these cookie sandwiches with mayonnaise in the middle? South Beach diet food? *She refers to the chocoloate chip sandwich cookies I made as goodbye gifts for my US Bank co-workers and also for the Father Figure Festivities and as General Sunday Glutton Resources. I was trying to copy cookies As Seen at Boudin San Fransisco hot spot and put extensive smotherings of frosting in betwixt each cookie. I stored them in my parents' freezer, as I made them at their house.
Me: They're for people who understand the virtues of willy nilly. And that's cream of mushroom soup frosting in the middle. *Maybe I should also explain that Cream of Mushroom soup is sort of a joke in our family...we never saw it around much until Elizabeth married into the Jex family, and now it seems to be in everything E cooks, which is a good thing it turns out. Cream o' Mushroom soup is bomb.
Sarah: Ah, Elizabeth's recipe.
Me: She told me I had to learn to make it before reporting to the MTC or I'd get a spanking or go to hell.
Sarah: She was right. That spanking still smarts, doesn't it.
Me: Sometimes Jeff asks me why I grimace every time I take a seat. Why don't you just pour salt on an open wound? And tell me how your engagement photo shoot went?
Sarah: We wore matching overalls and stood in front of the Roxy store making a jazz hands pose. I like to eat mushroom cookies.
Me: Save some for the rest of us!
Sarah: Oh, ok. I'll save some mushroom filling.
20 June 2009
19 June 2009
I went to my parents' house today, on my fantastically fantastic day off, with the intent of some laundry cleansing. There I saw the loveliest thing ever: the hatchlings of the ducks that camp out for spring in the backyard. There is something so inspiring about new life. It makes you want to be a better person to match the tender innocence of their fresh little beings. Those ducklings melted my heart.
18 June 2009
16 June 2009
Al Roker ripped Speidi apart on The Today Show. Warmed my cold heart.
I bought too many raspberries at Costco on Saturday. I think I might revisit Preserves making. Elizabeth and I made some killer Rubarb Strawberry Jam in September 2007.
This morning before work I went to CVS for some Krazy Glue (a shoe catastrophe needed solving). I had my US Bank pin on because it's hot. The cute little Chinese man who's worked there since the days CVS was Sav-On was there while I paid for my super-human glue. He pointed to my pin and asked in broken English about checking accounts. OOoooh, sales! I started telling him about it and he said he'd come in. When I went on my lunch break I took him the paper work to make it easy on him (nudged by my manager). He said he still wanted to come in and do it there, which was fine with me. I'd fulfilled my obligation. But he must have been tickled that I'd done that for him, because as I was saying my goodbyes he put a Hershey bar in a little baggie and with a little smile said, "A treat fo' you!" It made my day.
15 June 2009
- Worked and got off early. Awesome. I loathe the time in between putting in notice and actually returning the proverbial vault keys. It's awkward, it passes slowly, it is bleh. Getting off early was just the ticket.
- Went to my parents' and made some cookies.
- Watched a movie with the bereft-of-fiance Sarah, or at least part of a movie. She fell asleep rather quickly.
- Ended the night with a meaty chat in a room filled with Jeff H., Michelle H., Peter B., and James A.
- Returned to apartment and ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
- First Saturday off in months.
- Went to brunch (how much fun is it to say that word?!) at a cozy little Galley and pretended to be a Newpsie.
- Toodled around town with Michelle H. and was sufficiently dazzled by her company, and sufficiently heartsick over the unattainable snazziness of the items we browsed in Anthropologie.
- Went to run a couple of errands too boring to inflict upon anyone.
- Went to Hollywood with the two Hayes and was thrilled by the fact that Debbie Reynolds was wearing heels when she left her mark in the cement at Grauman's Chinese Theater.
- Wondered why I've let so much time slip by in between viewings of the best movie of all time. See Exhibit A.
- Returned home at 1am with a cookie and ice cream in my stomach.
- Ice cream had been Peanut Butter; there had been no restraint.
- Fell asleep so fast I didn't even notice or care that my apartment was a mad house.
- Ward Counciling. Didn't even mind it. People in ward are funny.
- Consumed copious amounts of cookies on the 7 minute drive home.
- Left remaining cookies in car in between Ward Council and church, thereby allowing the excessively allotted chocolate in cookies to melt in ripening summer weather and ruining possibilities of eating cookies in church. Feel like a bad person for not supplying treats.
- Enjoy church. Good meetings. Missed it a lot working so many Sundays at bank. Wished US Bank wasn't so keen on keeping some branches open 7 days a week.
- Went home from church. Talked to mom. Mom knows everything and is the wisest woman of any I ever knew.
- Ate a DELICIOUS dinner cooked by one Michelle H.
- Went on walk on beach. Felt spoiled to live 1 mile away from the water. Wished Annie Garlock was living closer to water too.
- Received text messages from my brother-in-law on walk. Seems he enjoys his Palm Pre. If you're wondering what that is, talk to him. He'll tell you.
- Ate Fudgsicle.
- Watched Kobe mumble about winning and how cool it is.
- Was perplexed at why the NBA people seemed so determined to extract from the adrenaline flooded professional athletes an answer to the question, "Why is this 4th victory so different?!?!?!" Thought it's probably not that different. They sought victory because it is their job and the obtained it. Just means 5 houses in the Hamptons instead of 3.
- Went to Irvine to watch Ghost Town with Mom and Sarah. Decided a Ricky Gervais movie on a Sunday night with 2 of the most astounding women the world has ever known is a delight more people should know, but I have them to myself -- HAHA!
My weekend in summation. I like my life a whole lot.
12 June 2009
Grouse Mountain. I'd never heard of it before I saw it, but hey, it wasn't too shabby!
Keile wins for height, Pete wins for Best Froggie Jump.
Without a doubt, the best way to approach the city is by scooter. We scooted around town all the live long day, squishing them into the same parking stall wherever we stopped and giggling while in motion. We even somehow ended up crossing the Vancouver bridge with most cars speeding by us at 70 mph. Halfway across I think it hit all of us, "What the heck are we DOING?!", but our large number helped us stay conspicuous. I saw a woman lean out her car window and snap a picture of us. Please note my unintentionally pointed toe in this picture. The grace of a ballerina, yes indeed.
This picture makes the blog because a) I like the background, b) I like the boy, and c) my hair looks RED in it (???), d) it's a reminder that I should never let my pants get that tight EVER again (this was, after all, day 5 of the binge cruise).
11 June 2009
I'll put up a picture of the hung look so you can see how delightful it is.
- After getting the VERBAL offer last Friday, I got the OFFICIAL offer from Snell & Wilmer this morning. Consider me the happiest Paralegal Assistant west of the Mississippi. I am really stoked about this job and can't wait to get my hands dirty in the non-malpractice way.
- Since putting in my 2 weeks notice the banking universe has been out to punish me by weakening my coordination. I've only been at work 3 hours today and I already spilled 75% of my salad all over myself and the floor (goodbye lunch), and then 20 minutes later I spilled Diet Coke. Saints be praised that at least that dries in a fairly invisible hue.
- My phone officially punked out on me for good, and the new iPhone isn't unleashed for 8 more days. I'm feeling quite cut off from the world right now. (Right. There are at most 3 people who might text me while I'm at work. Mom, Jeff, or Lindsey.)
- After much consideration, we've decided that Us Weekly far out-entertains People. Why? Because in the midst of its frivolity, People does make attempts at dignity. Us Weekly just shamelessly goes for all out rock bottom. Because they love the pond scumm. Because this last week the cover had a picture of Kate Gosselin in a bathing suit on the beach and the words, 'Mommy, You're MEAN!' You saw it too, didn't you.
Oh where do I even begin? I watched an episode of that show over a year ago at Elizabeth's house. Didn't think too much of it. Then I've seen it mocked a bit on The Soup, which is of course nothing less than hilarity. Poor family. I can't imagine that whatever sort of a mire they're shlepping through is entirely the fault of husband or wife. BUT, I will say that of COURSE mommy is mean! Thank goodness her kids sometimes call her mean! Not that I've ever donned the Parent Hat, but if my mom had never done anything I considered mean at the time, I'd be an obese bump on a log. No sense of reality. I'd have mush for a noodle. I love it when parents say, "Oh I want my child to just choose his own way" when their child is oh, you know, in elementary school. Do you know what is a really fun thing to do? Get my sister Elizabeth talking about this. She'll invariably say in a very um, strong voice, "Oh, so then what am I here for?? Parents are supposed to PARENT." From my non-mommy/loving aunt and babysitter perch, I understand that kids' creativity and individuality needs to be nurtured, they need to be LOVED and SQUEEZED and KISSED and APPRECIATED and PRAISED, but don't they also need limits and guidance? I sure as hell did when I was growing up. And as one of the most snappy men around, Elder Holland, once said to parents everywhere, "Second only to your love, they need your boundaries."
Anyway, all I'm sayin is, whatever sort of hellish thing it is or isn't to be married to Kate OR Jon Gosselin, at least like my OWN mother she doesn't bow to her childrens' every wim and wish every single minute of the day. Maybe after all the therapy from the tabloid freak show is over, they've got some qualities in their mother that will give them a good shot at a happy life. Sometimes I thought my mom was mean; the story is even told I was 4 when the carpets had been shampooed and after I said, "Mom, remember when you wouldn't let us touch the carpet, and you were a mean old scary old witch??". Tough love and all, sheesh, look at how good I turned out!
09 June 2009
I remember once I broke up with a guy and it had been a big relationship; we almost took it up for the long haul. I also had to drive from Utah to Vegas in a snow storm at 4am the next morning, went straight to work, and then came home late. I was exhausted, worried I'd made the wrong decision, and my family all wanted the story. By the time my dad got on the phone my eyes were very leaky. This is how the conversation went:
Me: [sniffle slurp] Yeah?
Dad: Take tonight, get Mormon Drunk, get a good night's sleep, start tomorrow fresh. You will be ok.
Me: [sniff sniff sniff] What's Mormon Drunk?
Dad: ....A whole bag of chocolate chips?
Love you, Dad.
08 June 2009
07 June 2009
06 June 2009
and yes, mike cunningham DID take this photo.
04 June 2009
- I went with Katie Weaves Waldron to Sonic today. It's in Lake Forest, which will officially become the Mini Sunshine Utah as soon as they cut the ribbon on the Cafe Rio. Who knew that people were missing those slushies so much? It was like a freaking U2 concert. Security abounded, lines wrapped a la King Cobra, and we got RE-ROUTED to the Target up the hill, we were to park there until they slapped a hot pink VIP access pass to Katie's windshield, and then we were granted entrance. The chocolate diet coke was worth it. I'm having, as they commanded, a Super Sonic day.
- Have I ever mentioned that my car alarm is possessed? I've had my car nearly 2 years now, and I could just write a book about the inherent glories of a Scion. However, I bought it when it was a year old, and had an after-market alarm installed. This thing will periodically go off while I'm driving about town. Horn beeping and wailing like there's a fire in town and I'm the only one with power over a hose. While I'm driving?? WHY??? Does it think while I'm zipping along the 405 that someone's likely to stick a hanger down the window? It's done it thrice this week. I have to just wait it out -- usually it lasts 20 seconds or so, and it always happens when I drive alone. It would be better if there were someone in shotgun to laugh about it with me. As it is, I just sit there red in the face and mouthing apologies to the drivers around me who wonder what the heck my problem is.
- Guess who's getting maaarried....ANNIE WARNER!!!
That cute one on the right. I couldn't be more thrilled about the vast number of upcoming nuptials. I think to sing a song of something along the lines of, "LLLoooooooove is a MAny SPLENdored thiiiiiiiing...."
03 June 2009
Job interviews are like dates. You have to dress like you care but aren't trying too hard. I have to fight the impulse to play with my hair (my neon flashing sign o' "Word up, y'all, I'm nervous!"), and can tell pretty quickly if it's something I want to pursue further or not (and consequently either spend the rest of the time wondering why I did this to myself, and wishing I were watching Gilmore Girls at home, OR hoping they notice my divine nature and endearing skillz). If it is going well, the final 10 seconds of the ordeal are the most nerve-racking. In the case of a first date/interview, you wouldn't hope for the job offer/goodnight lip mash at first parting -- wouldn't that be oddly hasty? I mean, unless you're 2 minutes from reporting to the MTC or harboring hopes of joining the Hogi Yogi team. If not, you just want some reason to believe you'll meet again to explore compatibility on a meatier level. An "I had a great time; we should do it again sometime," and maybe a swift hug. Or an "It was a pleasure to meet you; we'll be in touch," with a firm handshake.
And then you wait by the phone and when that gets old you make yourself busy with arts and crafts..................................................................................
02 June 2009
01 June 2009
trippy in the best way.
those are our servers, sev right behind me, and sav on the far right. i think those 2 boys deserve every blessing. cruise employment is slave labor in nearly the truest sense.
we were about to board. ah, to think. at this moment i still had no idea what it was to be "cruising".