Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot

Happy New Year, almost!

I am just excited to sing Auld Lang Syne! That honestly is one of my favourite songs. It use to be my ringtone for my old cell, for the whole year! Who knows really what the words mean?

Here's to good luck, new love, broken hearts, fun laughs and mundane moments in 2006!

Thank You For Being a Friend. Travel Down the Road and Back Again

So we have decided that we at home are like the Golden Girls. Well short of us being 70 years old, and maybe eating cheesecake all the time. But we pretty much have the same personallities at our house as they do. I took an online test, and they confirmed the predictions that I had made.


Which Golden Girl Are You?

Denise, you're most like Rose

A rose by any other name wouldn't be as sweet — or as funny. So maybe you didn't grow up on a dairy farm in good old St. Olaf, and you don't regale everyone with endless stories of back home. But like Rose Nylund, you've got a heart of gold and are a super sweetheart.A compassionate and sympathetic soul, you're a great friend who's always willing to lend an ear and a helping hand to your loved ones, strangers, and stray animals alike. The world is a better place because of you. So keep up your good deeds and positive attitude. It's a great addition to any scene.

Pepto-Bismol..science experiment gone wrong!

Oh, Oh, Oh!

Somehow Christmas food always makes me sick! Why Christmas, Why? What did I ever do to you!?!

Bah Humbug

Okay. Sorry to say it,but I hate Christmas! Really I do!

Only 5 days until all of this mess is over, and I STILL don't have any Christmas Presents. I love shopping as much as the next person, maybe more, but I don't like shopping at Christmas.

Reasons to Hate Christmas:

1. People asking if you are ready for Christmas.
Stop asking me that. Why do you care if I am ready or not. Do I really have to be ready? What if I am not, Christmas will come and go as it always has. It seems to be the only small talk people have this time of year. And then they proceed to tell you some lame story about how they had to wait in line for an hour to buy wrapping paper, or can you believe that all the fruit cakes are sold out!


2. Santa
Not a fan of him! Santa is among the creapiest people in our culture. He is right up there with Michael Jackson and clowns. (Subsquently, I saw a study that said that if someone didn't like Santa, they probably didn't like clowns either. It is true.. but don't get me started on the circus.)First, why does Santa live in the North Pole? Out of all the places in which to set up his operation, that is where he chose. Secondly, what is Santa's motivation? Why is he getting everyone presents, how does he get the money for that? Is this some sort of tax write off? Thirdly, we are always telling little kids not to talk to strangers, and then we take them to the mall and plop them on some old man's lap? Does this not say Stranger Danger to you?


3. Christmas Carols
Okay, Silent Night and other carols like that are fine. They remind you of the real meaning of Christmas. But song like Frosty (I don't want to hang out with a creepy snowman!) or Rudolph (Why excatly is his nose red? Shouldn't we take him to the doctor?) and my least favourite We Wish You A Merry Christmas (What is figgy pudding, and how ungrateful are you that you aren't leaving until you get some. What if they don't have any? Besides you went to see them, they didn't come see you...now get out of the house!)


4. It's a Wonderful Life
I think in the day, this movie was mediocre at best. It isn't really about Christmas anyways! It is about some whiney guy who thinks that no one loves him. Maybe no one does love you. Get over it. Stop being a baby. But they do fall into a pool at the dance. Why is there a swimming pool underneath a gym? Wouldn't that just wreck the floor?


5. Christmas Decorations
Some strategically placed items here and there may bring cheer. But that is never what people do. Why have one when 50 will look even better! People like to hold on to any decorations they might have received, no matter how old or ugly. "We can't get rid of this, Aunt Gerdy made this for us in 1954!"


Okay, so I guess I am a Grinch. Sorry. Just so you all don't think I am the angriest person in the world....


Reasons to Love Christmas:


1.Christmas Sales
As much as I hate trompling through the mall with the rest of the world, I do appreciate the sales! I also love the extended holiday hours. I wish all the stores were open later all the time.


2.Turkey
If you ate turkey on a random Wednesday, it would be wierd. (Really it would be) But Turkey at Christmas, is anything but wierd! Turkey is so good hot or cold, with or without cranberry sauce, in a bun or not. The most versatile meat out there!


3.Christmas Bonus
It is always nice to get a little extra money. But money just for it being Christmas and not because you worked a lot of overtime. Thank goodness for extra money!


4.Time off Work/School
Not only do we just get Christmas off, but also Boxing Day (Thank goodness for being Canadian!) And then we all get to do it again a week later for New Years!


5.New Loot
I know, I know, it is more important to give than receive. But sometimes, it is good to receive!

Only 5 Days to go, and we are done for another season! Honestly, I can't wait!

Could It Be More Fun....I Submit It Could Not!

Oral hygiene is next to godliness. I believe this to be more than true.

My teeth have been hurting for a long time. But I just thought that it would get better, or something like that. But I will tell you, your teeth just don't get better on their own. Home remedies and self drugging didn't help either. So I decided to go to the dentist.

I made an appointment to see "Dr Chuck" (his name is in quotation marks like that in the yellow pages...it made me a little suspicious. I mean, are you a real dentist even, is your name really Chuck?) Flick's dentist. I figured it would be super fun to meet Dr. Chuck, and it would be great to have Flick put a dental dam on me.

So with a lot of nervousness, I went to the dentist. I have never had more fun. It is always fun when your roommate gets to put her hands in your mouth. Plus it kinda sounded like we were in the navy. I had no idea what they were talking about half the time, and it seemed all so important.

Plus, freezing,yipppee! Yup, that is the way to go. It was awesome. And because I am dead inside, it was pain free. (Really it was, some times things are "pain free", but this felt like nothing!)

So one, half root canal done. The proper name of the procedure is "Pulpectomy" It sounds like orange juice! And I have a few more cavities (saddened by that news, but not really shocked)

So now I am off candy (yah right. Good Luck with that) And flossing every day....maybe 2 or 3 times a day!

But I Don't Want 80 Pound Turkey Babies!

Oh my good heavens!

You are never going to believe who came to our house tonight. Come on guess...nope, nope, close, warmer...time's up!

Gentle Giant! Yup, can you believe it!?!

I went to the Stake Choral Festival because Eric was singing in it. And when it was over, Smith called me to invite boys to our house to play games. However everyone I invited didn't want to come over. So I thought it was just going to be us and Riley, but Smith decided to call Gentle Giant. (The bishop and his wife are desperately trying to get me to go out with him)

What an awkward night. Pretty much this is how the whole conversation went.

"Hey Gentle Giant, what do you like to do?"

"Oh I like to read."

"Oh really, Denise likes to read."

"Uhmm...no, not really, I am pretty much illiterate."


"Hey Gentle Giant, what is your favourite movie?"

"I like The Matrix."

"Oh really, Denise likes that movie."

"Uhmmm...not really, I thought it was confusing." (I tried to link to the Matrix Offical Website, but it was too confusing too!)

And then we played the hand holding game. I was holding Flick's hand, and it just turned into a hand holding party with me holding Flick's hand, and Riley's. Smith asked the Giant to hold her hand and he said no. "It's not you, it's me."

Needless to say, I think we scared him really good, and I don't think he will be making another appearance at our house in the near future. Oh well, I think Heather Woodruff and the Giant should go out.

Tonight We're Going to Party Like It's 1978!

Tonight was my two Christmas "Parties", ward and work. I wouldn't really call either one a party.

But really what is a party anyways. No one handed out goody bag at the end of it, and we didn't play pin the tail on the donkey either.

Ward party was lack luster. With the attendence little to none. I mean, I have been to cooler FHE's. Okay, that is really hard on the activites committee. Sorry guys. You did a great job!

Work party, well, seemed to be all about College Ford in 1978. With people that I didn't know. Budget was fun as always, the noisest by far. And I even broke a coffee mug. It was a good time. Our "awesome" door prizes (what is a door prize? Why isn't a floor prize, or window prize...)was a Unifirst (the people that change the mats at work) coffee travel mug. But at least it was in a creepy bag with a weird cat on the front.

The best part of the whole night was Mocha Cabana (yes again) with our cute waiter! I love him!

T-Minus Six Months and Counting

Today is 6 months until I turn 25!

Half a year to get everything done that I hope to do before 25.

But the sad part is, short of things I can't control, there isn't really anything I wanted to have done before I was 25, that I am not doing now.

I tried to seach for a list, something like "25 things to do before you turn 25" but I didn't really have any luck (there are a lot of lists like that about turning 30) I tried to even seach for ways to handle turing 25, but nothing there either. So 25 must not be that bad.

I asked my older brother what it was like to be 25 a couple of years ago, and he said "Do you know what it is like to be 23? Just like that."

Finally This Post Can Be Made Public

Well. Oh. Ah.

You are never going to believe. Well, actually I think you may already know.

The Bishop called me to be the new Relief Society President tonight.

The Bishop asked me to keep it on the down-low( I really wish he would have said those exact words!) But of course my roommates have already figured it out, and I can't come up with a good enough lie as to why the bishop would want to see me twice in a week.

It isn't like it is going to be much different then the calling I have now. But now the end result and whether or not we fail rests on me. Plus now I have to be up on that pedestal that I have put all my former Relief Society Presidents on, and I should in no way be put up there with them. Good luck to all of us.

Cause That's Just Who I Am This Week

So now I am a brunette. And I have mixed feelings about the issue. I miss my blonde hair, but I am hot as a brunette as well. (although I was hot as a blonde...let's just face it. I am hot)

What a horrible dying experience it was! I orginally dyed it Dark Ash Blonde. However, it turned my hair a nice grey colour! I wanted to look older, but not like I was 65! So Ashlee and I ran to Shoppers at 11:30 and got more dye to make it a normal colour. Golden Brown. But it has turned my hair kinda a dark brown/red. Hot none the less. Just disturbing to see dark hair in the mirror every once and a while.
Oh well, I can make it blonde again in the Spring. And then it will be a shock to see light hair. Weird.

Oh, Give Me A Home...But Minus the Buffaloes

We are no longer homeless! I don't have to move in with my parents! All is Well!

Tonight Me and the Three Ashley(ee)s went to look at a three bedroom house on the Northside. It was so way cute. We wanted it when we were only about half done with the tour.

It is totally perfect size. Not to big, not too small. Newly renovated kitchen, hardwood floors, three bedrooms, deck in the backyard, on a quiet street. Plus we still get to be in Victoria Park!

We came right home, and called the landlords to tell them we would love to move in, and they loved us too! So we are moving to the Northside, January 15, 2006! What a wonderful way to start the new year. But who wants to pack? Boo!

Sometimes You Just Have to Bury the Hatchet

I think that me and Thomas S Monson have finally come to terms with each other. The Christmas Devotional wasn't that bad, however no stories about widows. Too bad.

No hand holding escapades either.

The Bishop made a list today of everyone I was interested in. Apparently he is going to "work some magic" Good Luck! Good Luck!

The Hottest Spot North of Havana

Mocha Cabana! I can't believe that I haven't written about my favourite new place yet! We discovered this place a week before Preference, and now it feels like we are there all the time. However, it is just as magical everytime we go. It sounds really cheesy, but we all love it. Layed back and normal, ALWAYS a blast.

Tonight we went to get some of their amazing hot chocolate. It is just the right tempature. And they put fresh whipped cream on the top! Yummy!

The best part of tonight, was the cute waiter...who turned out to be a member!

You've Had a Birthday Shout Hooray!

Today was Kaley's birthday at work. So of course we celebrated in true Budget style. It wasn't busy at all, so Doreen and I were excited all day for Kaley to come in and eat cake with us. We are always silly at work, but birthdays seem to be a little crazier. Sadly the next Budget birthday isn't until mine in June. I think we should start celebrating customer's birthday's

Only a week and a day until the Christmas Party. I still don't know if I am taking anyone.

(Wow...what a geek am I for "blogging"(I hate that word) about work!)

December is the twelfth and last month of the year in the Gregorian Calendar and one of seven Gregorian months with the length of 31 days.

Wait! No! Stop! What Happened!?!

When all the sudden did it become December? Honestly. I think it is really September.