Do YOU Know Who These Guys Are?

So, this one time, I got an e-mail, and it had a link on it to this Way Cool Movie. I think that I have seen it before, but not when I knew who the actors were. So, anywho, I thought y'all would enjoy it. Cheers!

Bish the Fish

My Dad has a new nickname. Not as cool as Thorpedo, but almost. I'm just glad he's home alive. And afraid to go canoeing with my ward. I want a J-Rig!

Pink!!!

I love it. It's such a great color.

One time, when I was young, I loved nail polish. I had this HUGE collection, with every color imaginable, plus glitters and glow-in-the-dark and change-color-in-the-sun. And the occasional set of BYU football tickets. =P So I took said nail polish to Mexico over Christmas--so fun! The girls were tickled, well, pink to have painted nails. I lost track of the box during our late-night evacuation, however, and only own a few select colors now.

I know, you are all sad. But please let me assure you that it's okay. I haven't even painted my nails in years, and the bright blue paint? As Dad would say, "that color's not found in nature." (It was a sad day for him when I stopped looking shamed that my toes were mossy green, and told him that since moss is found in nature, so is mossy green.) So. I haven't even missed the stuff.

Where is this blog going, one might wonder? Well, I will tell you. Today I got a pedicure. Mom and I have wanted to do it together as a girly, bonding experience type thing. Grandma gave her a gift certificate, because her neighbor does them. So Mom called her up to schedule a buy-one-get-one free (BOGO) pedicure adventure. Unfortunately, they take TWO HOURS!!!!!! So, she did hers yesterday, and I did mine today. Anyways, my toes are now pink. Very pastel pink. Lurid, one might say. It doesn't really work for me...I laugh every time I look at my toes. Oh well. It was an experience. The lady was crazy! I had to focus all energy at not looking at her like I thought so.

Speaking of bonding experiences, last night Zach and I had a burping contest. I was shocked at myself, but hey, now we're even better buds than before. Julia kept yelling for Zach to stop it--"That's gross!" Pah ha ha...some of the best ones were mine though. Hmm...that's not something that I should probably share with you. Oh well.

Curse You, Monotronics!!!

And everyone associated with you.

This one time, we set of the alarm at work...

Twice.





Dangit!

Hello, How Are You, How've You Been?

Yesterday Left My Head Kicked In...

Well, it's cool on the song, anyway. Don't worry. My head is fine. But there is too much for me to write about! I can't let them accumulate like this!!! Should I write about the interesting aspects of my job?

• I spend much of my time trying to avoid looking up people's noses.
• With my smile, I "should be on the Price is Right!" That coming from the cute little 17-year-old dish washer who leaves me notes at my register when he leaves...I wonder how old he thinks I am? =P
• I have "such a pleasant intercom voice!" YES!!! One step closer to my dream of being the telephone lady!
• It's getting better there--but then again, the scary meanish boss-lady was doing Miss Utah all week. No silly! She was coaching someone.

Should I write about my new friend that I can't wait to introduce to you all?

• Her name is Laurie--don't call her Lorie, because she really doesn't like it!
• She staples her shorts! Plus they were cute man shorts (cute describing the shorts, not the man, of course).
• She likes to quote Pride and Prejudice and sing show tunes.
• We stayed after work last night and talked about "stuff" for about an hour. Partly cuz she really likes to talk about her missionary, mostly because she's awesome and I like to talk to her.

How about my FOL experience today?

• I was so nervous--"please let him be tall and wonderful!" My hopes crashed and rose with every individual man that walked by.
• 20 minutes later, I went to the courtesy phone and called him..."shoot, is it time already?" Maybe not so wonderful. I wanted to ask him how tall he was...
• He was trying to fix his dryer, so I guess that's okay. I want a dryer--he lives in condo row, Annie. Make a note of that.
• He is tall, and has beautiful eyes. Not so much chemistry though...we'll see. I won't see him again until August 20th (like you Megz), so I guess it doesn't really matter.

My mission preparations?

• I bought Preach My Gospel today while I was waiting for Adam to show.
• I decided I hate the Bookstore--I'm pretty sure they charged me double for all the stuff I bought from the Distribution Center part. and tax. Grrr...
• Is it bad if I'm torn between going to the Mission Prep Sunday School class, where I can gain useful insight and guidance on this forthcoming decision, and going to the normal Gospel Doctrine Class, where all the eligible returned missionaries are?

Well, I feel like I've simply splatted all of my swirling thoughts into your hands. Feeling a little vulnerable, I will go now. K Bye

New Carpet

There are many, many things which fill my cup of true happiness to overflowing. One of them is new carpet. I love the way it smells. I love the way it feels. I love the way you can do Pilates on it, and put a couch on it, and a treadmill, all of which I have been missing since we tore our old carpet up two weeks ago. Will I get down on my knees and feel it and smell it? Yeah sure you betcha! But probably not until the carpet man leaves.

I should work at a carpet store.

I Am In Love.

Unfortunately, the ones I love are but shadows. Dreams which flit just out of my reach. Images I see and adore, but it is through the windows of my imagination only. Gilbert Blythe, Prince Char, Fitzwilliam Darcy, Nat Eaton, Percival Blakeny, Even Freidrich Bahr...sigh. My heart leaps as I read. "I don't want diamond sunbursts or marble halls, Gill. I just want you." "So would I still be, but for you, dearest, loveliest Elizabeth." "I'm not going to disappoint her Kit. When I take you on board the Witch, it's going to be for keeps." "Love (it is such a relief to pen the word!), love, love--Char." "I will carry you dear. The blind leading the lame, you know." "But I have nothing, my hands are empty!" "They aren't empty anymore." My heart cries out with Marguerite: "Where is my storybook ending?" Ah well. It took her a while to sort hers all out, and I will simply have to be more patient, eh? And there's always plenty to do while I wait. Like working hard to "make myself worthy of you, my prince." Lol. Pardon the sensless wanderings of a weary imagination.

Pbbbbttttttthhhhhhh!!!!!

That's all.