Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Yes, It's Wednesday

But I can't find my journal right now. *B* helped me clean the house this last weekend (as he usually does). So... I love *B*! Today I was elected PTA treasurer. I actually chose the job early as one that would be acceptable in lieu of getting stuck with something that would cause me a lot of greif and stress. I hope it works out okay. They are having Utah PTA convention next month and Shannon Hale (author of my newest favorite books: Goose Girl, Enna Burning, River Secrets, Book of a Thousand Days, and Princess Academy) is a keynote speaker. I told Melissa (elected Secretary... with some prodding) and Kim (newsletter & Hospitality) that we need to have a girls break and go hear Shannon Hale. Who cares about PTA Convention? Anyway, I'm thinking that I'll see what this PTA thing is all about and maybe suggest we conserve our resources and switch to a PTO next year. I'm gathering my ammo! I also signed up to decorate a teachers/administrators door for Teacher Appreciation Week. I have no idea what they usually do and asI was checking out some of my favorite blogs before going in search of ideas I was inspired by this: It's from Elsie's blog. What do you think? Wouldn't that be a cool door if it said, "you rock!" or "We love you!" or something similar? I think it's very simple and cute and I would write on one of the stickies, "just a note:" I love the simpleness of it. I think it's the winner! Whew, that was just too easy! Lastly, I've been returned to the Primary Secretary world. The current secretary and I have traded jobs. I am so glad! Enjoy the Journey!

Friday, April 25, 2008

Yes, It's Me...

My sister, Erin, has a MacBook and you can do all kinds of crazy things with the built in camera. It's called photobooth. On a girls weekend we were getting the biggest kick out of the different pictures we got. If you're ever around a MacBook you've got to try it! Last night I nearly killed myself and my unborn child. We were having a neighborhood barbeque at my friend Melissa's house. *B* and I were in charge of cobbler and ice cream. When the cobbler was done I went to get the ice cream out of her extra freezer in the laundry room... as I was talking to someone. I totally wasn't thinking and I opened the door and walked right into her cellar. The stairs are very steep and there is no introduction. I walked right into nothingness and I fell. I still had the door knob in my hand and the when my full weight hit the door it swung me over to the wall where I hit hard enough to scrape up my arm and bruise my leg. My feet were still at the top. Heavenly Father totally blessed me, because in retrospection I have no idea how I kept ahold of the door knob (and for that matter, how the door & knob of that 100+ year old house held up my 200+ lbs). I couldn't stop shaking for an hour. Blessings. Lastly, I am looking for fun fabric to reupholster two chairs in my front room and possibly the dining room chairs. Should be fun (if I can committ)! Enjoy the Journey

Monday, April 21, 2008

Any Guesses?

I think this is the funniest picture I've ever seen... do you know who it is? I seriously can't stop laughing!
Enjoy the Journey!

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Love Story Wednesday

This story is set on Dec. 15, 2000. It had been a really eventful day. *B*'s mom wanted to meet me so we went to Cedar and she taught us how to make cinnamon & orange rolls (I have no idea how to do that now, so don't ask). That night we went to my work Christmas party but showed up at the wrong house. Funny thing is, the people at this party didn't catch on any faster than we did. I just kept looking around for someone I knew... After making it to the right party we went to a movie and after that we spent some time chatting on the couch at my apartment. This is the question I got... "What am I going to do with you (like I'm some naughty little child and he's absolutely at a loss as to how to handle me)?" He got a question right back. "What do you want to do with me?" And then he got a, "Talk to me Bruce" (I always used to say that to him, and still do on occasion. I think it's funny. When I say it I try to imitate Tom Cruise in Top Gun when he is freaking out and rubbing his dog tags saying "talk to me Goose". I don't think that *B* realizes it, but one day he will and then he really will think I'm crazy. Maybe that's why I think it's so funny). Anyway, the poor guy was so confused... he just liked me too much. Me, the heartless (manipulative) wench that I am... This is what he got: "Do you think it's possible that you only like me because you're tired of being alone and I'm here?" He got a lot of how I was feeling told to him in a way that made it sound like he was feeling it. I told him to quit trying to talk himself into liking me. This is how I ended the day, "I think he's confusing himself unnecessarily. I wish he'd stop."

Thursday, April 10, 2008

This is Too Cool.

I've been doing 20 min. surfing sessions. Trying to keep myself from getting lost... look at how cool this is. I think I will get some one of these days. Wouldn't they make a cool mini-album type thing? And you wouldn't even have to do much... They're called moo MiniCards. There are 100 cards (approx. buisness card sized) in a box and each card can have a different photo and you can write something different on the back of each one. I think they're awesome! Maybe I should be better at taking my 365 photos. I'm not doing it self portrait any more. Nice that I just want the stinking cards! Enjoy the Journey!

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Love Story Wednesday

As you are well aware at this point, I was beyond irrational in this relationship. I was getting lectured regularly by a roommate... She said I was acting just like my brother (who played with her heart... and broke it). I thought I was being really blunt and straight forward. I just didn't feel any chemistry. So then I got lectured that if I wouldn't even look at him as an option, why would I feel chemistry. And for that matter... how do you know if he gives you butterflies if you never kiss him? I obviously didn't go for that one because it took six months for me to let him kiss me. And this is how it was... I knew he wanted to kiss me (and "date" me for that matter). I knew I didn't want to ruin our friendship. You know, this relationship wasn't going anywhere. I was informed that it was time. I had to let him kiss me to see what happened. And that's exactly what I did. I let him kiss me. Does it surprise you if I say that I felt NOTHING. It didn't surprise me at all. What did surprise me is that it made me really mad. I was starting to like him. Why didn't I feel anything? I should have felt something. So, now we were officially "dating" (I'm goofy... if you don't kiss and hold hands you're just having fun... hanging out) and of course we kissed more and things started to get more complicated. A few weeks after our first kiss *B* told me he was ready to make a bigger committment and that I needed to figure out what it was that I wanted. This is what I wrote in my journal... "OOPS!" Enjoy the Journey!

Friday, April 4, 2008


So, my dear, sweet, say-whatever-comes-into-your-mind neighbor Lill asked me... "are you sure you're not having twins?" Yep, we're positive. There is only one baby in there. "Are you sure?" Yes! "I just don't know how you're going to last until July." Wow. What can I say to that? *B* had a great response approx. 6 hours later... "Oh, come on now Lill... I'm not any bigger than you are." I know, it's not very nice, but it sure cracked me up! Have I ever told you how much I love grilled cheese & tomato sandwiches? It's been a while. I LOVE THEM! I didn't think of it until it was gone, but I should have taken a picture. I seriously love them. *I* is stuck in his room for 3 hours today. He climbed into the cupboard to help himself to things that aren't his again. Nothing major, but *B* figured we should nip it in the bud now. He's right. Poor little buddy. Yesterday he was riding his "scooter" that the neighbor boy showed him how to convert into a skateboard. I had asked him not to ride it standing up until we got him a helmet/wrist guards etc. but riding on his knees got a little boring and he has been experimenting. Last night our neighbor girl asked him to race. He hit a rock and biffed it. He hit his eye and his nose and his mouth. I think he might have damaged two of his teeth. I'm really hoping he didn't (even though they're still his baby teeth). *A* has been packing around a little plastic doll I got to potty-teach a little a girl I was babysitting a few years ago (idea from Dr.Phil). So, it's his baby. Her name is Lisa and he takes her places. Tuesday he took her to *I's* soccer game and tossed her all around. Tuesday night she was nowhere to be found when it came time for bed. Today she was found. Hallelujah. Enjoy the Journey.

Thursday, April 3, 2008

Love Story Wednesday...

On a Thursday. I figured that since this weekend is General Conference I'll tell about a little trip *B* and I took to Salt Lake in 2001 to visit with some old mission companions of mine. Since I've not kept any type of order I'll just share that we started to have a "kissing" relationship about a month previous and since I don't kiss people I'm not dating I was finally admitting that, yes, we were dating. I had been in such turmoil about our relationship up to this point. I really liked him. I knew that he would make a great husband to whoever he married. I had even been praying/ fasting/ spending time at the temple about the whole thing but I hadn't felt anything. I took that as an answer that we weren't supposed to get married. But I missed him when he wasn't around. So I guess I was just dragging him along... This was a rough weekend for us. I wasn't very nice. Everyone was asking about "us" and I wasn't shy about telling them that even though we were dating, it wasn't going anywhere. We were just having fun. This wasn't news to *B*. I'd been telling him this for months now... I don't know why he got so upset! It came down to this... I apparently made him feel like he was around for my own personal gratification and he in turn made me feel like a hussy. I was hurt and so was he. On the way home I decided that if we couldn't agree on what our relationship was and be happy about it then we should just be done with each other. So there I was, in the process of telling him (for what felt like the 100th time) that this just wasn't going anywhere and if we can't play nice then I guess we can't even be around each other... and it hit me that I was going to marry him. That was the answer I'd been waiting for and it totally shut me up... except to tell him that I was really sorry that I hurt him. Wow, I was going to marry *B*! Finally, I felt peace. Enjoy the journey!