A happy, bright and cheerful day to all of you. What has gotten into me, it is anyone’s guess. I just have a feeling (a feeling deep inside, oh yeah.) that this is going to be a good week. Productivity is up, temperatures are down. I am really trying hard to be optimistic. But this could just be the wonderful pain killers the dentist gave me talking.
Speaking of the latter, a giant thank you to Dr. Olsen for the wonderful job he did on my fillings. They look great! When was the last time you gave your dentist a shout out on your blog?
We went to see Evan Almighty last night. And I must say, that out of all of the movies we have seen over the past couple of months, this is probably the best one to date.
Here’s to:
New starts.
Wonderful girls.
Cute boys.
Short posts.
The long weekend.
More of this, and less whatever that was.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Same Songs, Diffferent Stories
To my dearest fan club--
I am so sorry that I have not given you juicy tidbits of my life for the past little while. Hopefully you haven't moved on. Come back, if it's not too late!
Sadly, there seems like there hasn't been anything too monumental going on for the past little while. Everything we do, while quasi entertaining, just doesn't seem that important to document for everyone on here. But hopefully the summer will pick up and there will be all kinds of adventures and misadventures to talk about.
The birthday was wonderful. Low key. Just what I wanted. Fun times with my family, great times at Mocha Cabana, a trip to the mall and more chocolate than even I can eat. Thanks for everything! It was just what I wanted.
On this, the first day of summer, I thought I would tell you a horrible, yet true story that happened last night.
For reasons unknown when they built our house they decided to put in windows with no screens. Maybe having screens on your windows wasn’t a popular thing in the 1950s or whenever our house was built. But the screen-less windows leaves us with some problems today. Bugs. It is the price we have to pay to a semi-cool house, but I am thinking that last night was the final straw.
Last night, after a humorous, low-key evening, I dragged myself to my room to get some well needed sleep. I turned on the light, only to find something flying around my room. But not just the regular fly or wasp. This was a giant black thing. At first, I was quasi excited. All of my previous efforts to lure a bird into our house had failed. And now, here was a bird that decided I would be fun to live with.
After closer inspection, I realized this wasn’t a bird, but maybe a bat. Oh no. Now what was I going to do. A funny bird was one thing, but a “flying mouse” as my roommate loving referred to them, was another.
As the black creature finally came to a stop on my wall, I was able to discover what it was. A giant moth. Seriously, this was the biggest moth I have ever seen. Suddenly the horrible tales my roommate had told came to my mind. She once told us how a moth had flown in her brother’s ear, and he had to go to the hospital to have it removed. Ever since then, I have been incredibly leery of moths.
I was pretty terrified. But being so late at night, I knew that it was just me and the moth. I begged the moth to leave my room with no avail. I chased it towards the window, hoping he would just leave on his own. I tried to persuade the moth to sleep somewhere else, just not in my room, all amount of reasoning with the moth failed.
I contemplated calling a friend, who had once mentioned he thought moths were some of the most beautiful creatures on earth, and that butterflies get all the praise, but aren’t nearly as interesting. (Yes, but when was the last time you heard of a butterfly getting in someone’s ear?) But I knew somehow he wouldn’t solve the problem, he would just come over, laugh at me and my fear, and then take pictures.
So I did what anyone in my situation would do. I killed the moth. I know, I know. Am I the kettle, or the pot? I am angry when people shoot birds or run over bunnies with a lawn mower. But somehow, I just couldn’t see myself having a giant pet moth for the rest of the summer. I am sorry moth. I hope you can forgive me.
Happy Summer to one and all. Good luck and God speed.
Did I finally do it? Did I frighten you away?
I am so sorry that I have not given you juicy tidbits of my life for the past little while. Hopefully you haven't moved on. Come back, if it's not too late!
Sadly, there seems like there hasn't been anything too monumental going on for the past little while. Everything we do, while quasi entertaining, just doesn't seem that important to document for everyone on here. But hopefully the summer will pick up and there will be all kinds of adventures and misadventures to talk about.
The birthday was wonderful. Low key. Just what I wanted. Fun times with my family, great times at Mocha Cabana, a trip to the mall and more chocolate than even I can eat. Thanks for everything! It was just what I wanted.
On this, the first day of summer, I thought I would tell you a horrible, yet true story that happened last night.
For reasons unknown when they built our house they decided to put in windows with no screens. Maybe having screens on your windows wasn’t a popular thing in the 1950s or whenever our house was built. But the screen-less windows leaves us with some problems today. Bugs. It is the price we have to pay to a semi-cool house, but I am thinking that last night was the final straw.
Last night, after a humorous, low-key evening, I dragged myself to my room to get some well needed sleep. I turned on the light, only to find something flying around my room. But not just the regular fly or wasp. This was a giant black thing. At first, I was quasi excited. All of my previous efforts to lure a bird into our house had failed. And now, here was a bird that decided I would be fun to live with.
After closer inspection, I realized this wasn’t a bird, but maybe a bat. Oh no. Now what was I going to do. A funny bird was one thing, but a “flying mouse” as my roommate loving referred to them, was another.
As the black creature finally came to a stop on my wall, I was able to discover what it was. A giant moth. Seriously, this was the biggest moth I have ever seen. Suddenly the horrible tales my roommate had told came to my mind. She once told us how a moth had flown in her brother’s ear, and he had to go to the hospital to have it removed. Ever since then, I have been incredibly leery of moths.
I was pretty terrified. But being so late at night, I knew that it was just me and the moth. I begged the moth to leave my room with no avail. I chased it towards the window, hoping he would just leave on his own. I tried to persuade the moth to sleep somewhere else, just not in my room, all amount of reasoning with the moth failed.
I contemplated calling a friend, who had once mentioned he thought moths were some of the most beautiful creatures on earth, and that butterflies get all the praise, but aren’t nearly as interesting. (Yes, but when was the last time you heard of a butterfly getting in someone’s ear?) But I knew somehow he wouldn’t solve the problem, he would just come over, laugh at me and my fear, and then take pictures.
So I did what anyone in my situation would do. I killed the moth. I know, I know. Am I the kettle, or the pot? I am angry when people shoot birds or run over bunnies with a lawn mower. But somehow, I just couldn’t see myself having a giant pet moth for the rest of the summer. I am sorry moth. I hope you can forgive me.
Happy Summer to one and all. Good luck and God speed.
Did I finally do it? Did I frighten you away?
Friday, June 08, 2007
You’d Say I’m Putting You On
When I got into work this morning, one of my coworkers came scampering up to me and with a huge grin said, “So do you feel any older today?” I looked her up and down and slowly replied, “Nope, not today.” (There is no wonder why they hate me at my office.)
She proceeded to rattle on about how sad she was that it was a grey day and hopefully my birthday plans weren’t ruined because of the rain. And how she always wanted a birthday in the summer. I wasn’t listening to about half of the conversation, I just stood there and nodded my head.
I guess I didn’t have the heart to tell her.
My birthday is tomorrow.
So here on my last day of being a quarter of a century old, I thought I would give you a list of defining moments of this year. I am sure that as time goes on, some of these memories won’t be as important as others, but all in all these events made 25 what is was.
I was once told that life starts at 25, so hopefully this next year is even better than the last.
My Grandpa’s Funeral: Proof that death is not the end of the world, but rather a good time with your family. I know that sounds awful, but I know it is just what my grandpa would have wanted.
Moving: Becoming part of the 14th Avenue Club. A great place to live.
Thunder in the Valley: To tell you the truth, I had never been to the Crowsnest Pass before I had to drive out for Thunder in the Valley. Wonderful summer memory, with tales to tell for a while yet.
Miss Victoria Park: To date, still my greatest accomplishment!
A New Job: A departure from the slack days at Budget. I now wear sweater vests to work, and know what an Originating Notice of Motion is. When did I become a grown up?
Brent and Jen’s Wedding: It’s not everyday that your brother gets married. Nor everyday that you get a famous sister in law!
Fall Ball: Fun and easy. Proof that boys really can step it up when they need to.
Preference: Horrible and complicated. Proof that girls shouldn’t be in charge of any date.
Weekday Eve: While they might not be as formal as they once were. Sunday nights are still some of my favourite times.
A Year In The Life: A CD that really defines me and what 2006 was. Joy to make. Emo to listen to. Sorry.
Newport Living: I understand that I am not a 13 year old, emo kid, but I think this song sums up 2007 pretty well.
Relief Society: I am still sad about this. But thanks to presidencies both new and old. Relief Society has never been better.
Brunette: The saying goes that blondes have more fun, but I would like to challenge that. Being a brunette has been the greatest six months of my life.
A Broken Ankle: I understand that it wasn’t my ankle, but I have never been more proud of Vic Park. Plus, I made a pretty hot Handibus driver. And it was nice to be relied on, that is when you weren’t being stubborn.
Apple Taste Test: I have never looked at apples the same again. And I am proud to think I have turned all my friends into apple snobs as well.
General Conference: We did it! The whole time we were driving there, I just kept thinking, I can’t believe we are doing this. A wonderful time with some wonderful people.
Here’s to:
Hoping this is a quality post, and not…oh, what did you call it…the “mindless dribble” I usually write. Be careful with your words. I will remember.
A weird, OC-like change in events. What is going on with you?
Being one year older and hopefully wiser too.
Here’s to 26.
She proceeded to rattle on about how sad she was that it was a grey day and hopefully my birthday plans weren’t ruined because of the rain. And how she always wanted a birthday in the summer. I wasn’t listening to about half of the conversation, I just stood there and nodded my head.
I guess I didn’t have the heart to tell her.
My birthday is tomorrow.
So here on my last day of being a quarter of a century old, I thought I would give you a list of defining moments of this year. I am sure that as time goes on, some of these memories won’t be as important as others, but all in all these events made 25 what is was.
I was once told that life starts at 25, so hopefully this next year is even better than the last.
My Grandpa’s Funeral: Proof that death is not the end of the world, but rather a good time with your family. I know that sounds awful, but I know it is just what my grandpa would have wanted.
Moving: Becoming part of the 14th Avenue Club. A great place to live.
Thunder in the Valley: To tell you the truth, I had never been to the Crowsnest Pass before I had to drive out for Thunder in the Valley. Wonderful summer memory, with tales to tell for a while yet.
Miss Victoria Park: To date, still my greatest accomplishment!
A New Job: A departure from the slack days at Budget. I now wear sweater vests to work, and know what an Originating Notice of Motion is. When did I become a grown up?
Brent and Jen’s Wedding: It’s not everyday that your brother gets married. Nor everyday that you get a famous sister in law!
Fall Ball: Fun and easy. Proof that boys really can step it up when they need to.
Preference: Horrible and complicated. Proof that girls shouldn’t be in charge of any date.
Weekday Eve: While they might not be as formal as they once were. Sunday nights are still some of my favourite times.
A Year In The Life: A CD that really defines me and what 2006 was. Joy to make. Emo to listen to. Sorry.
Newport Living: I understand that I am not a 13 year old, emo kid, but I think this song sums up 2007 pretty well.
Relief Society: I am still sad about this. But thanks to presidencies both new and old. Relief Society has never been better.
Brunette: The saying goes that blondes have more fun, but I would like to challenge that. Being a brunette has been the greatest six months of my life.
A Broken Ankle: I understand that it wasn’t my ankle, but I have never been more proud of Vic Park. Plus, I made a pretty hot Handibus driver. And it was nice to be relied on, that is when you weren’t being stubborn.
Apple Taste Test: I have never looked at apples the same again. And I am proud to think I have turned all my friends into apple snobs as well.
General Conference: We did it! The whole time we were driving there, I just kept thinking, I can’t believe we are doing this. A wonderful time with some wonderful people.
Here’s to:
Hoping this is a quality post, and not…oh, what did you call it…the “mindless dribble” I usually write. Be careful with your words. I will remember.
A weird, OC-like change in events. What is going on with you?
Being one year older and hopefully wiser too.
Here’s to 26.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
How Can I Walk Away If You Never Come Back?
Dear Wal-Mart
I hate you. What happened? You were once a humorous place for me and my roommates to pick up some basic supplies. We loved to look at all your funny movies, and laugh at your ugly shoes. You always seemed welcoming and, well, typical. But now, now things have changed. Why can’t you just be normal? I miss you.
A happy June to everyone!
Here’s to:
The Rockwell D. and the new addition to his family. Congrats.
A new friend in Dr. Olsen. It seems that we are going to be together for quite some time. Thanks for taking all of my money.
A new tire and super service as always from the Wal-Mart Tire and Lube. One of the only things I still like about Wal-Mart.
The OC for showing us that our lives really aren’t as bad as we think they are.
The Bridge for showing us that our lives really are as bad as we think they are.
My girls. Well, I guess this means more time together.
A well quoted song, and the same ending.
I’m sorry that I’m such a mess.
Should have never started.
At the least, can we be friends?
Ain’t that the way it always ends?
I hate you. What happened? You were once a humorous place for me and my roommates to pick up some basic supplies. We loved to look at all your funny movies, and laugh at your ugly shoes. You always seemed welcoming and, well, typical. But now, now things have changed. Why can’t you just be normal? I miss you.
A happy June to everyone!
Here’s to:
The Rockwell D. and the new addition to his family. Congrats.
A new friend in Dr. Olsen. It seems that we are going to be together for quite some time. Thanks for taking all of my money.
A new tire and super service as always from the Wal-Mart Tire and Lube. One of the only things I still like about Wal-Mart.
The OC for showing us that our lives really aren’t as bad as we think they are.
The Bridge for showing us that our lives really are as bad as we think they are.
My girls. Well, I guess this means more time together.
A well quoted song, and the same ending.
I’m sorry that I’m such a mess.
Should have never started.
At the least, can we be friends?
Ain’t that the way it always ends?
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)