So I decided to make a promise. I got this from another blogger's blog. I guess there's this blogger wide attempt to do a pay it forward sort of thing. The way this works is, the first three people to comment on this post will get a hand made gift from yours truly.
Of course you are wondering what's in it for yours truly? Well, the other blogger I was telling you about...she's making me a gift too but I had to promise to post the same promise on my own blog.
So guess what! The first three people who post on my blog has to promise to post it on their blog too! And the gifts just keep on giving!
The only problem is as far as I know only three people read this blog and one of them is the person I'm already getting a gift from. :)
Monday, March 24, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Missing Socks
So I figured out where missing socks go....here's how I found out.
Date: Sunday January 13, 2008
Location: A nice luxury room in Idaho Mountains
Time: 8:00am
(Setting: My husband crawled into bed with me after baby-sitting a bunch of boys from my work all night long)
Flash: I lost a sock
Me: Just "A" sock? (I use my feet to confirm that yes he was only missing ONE sock)
Flash: I looked everywhere for it. I couldn't find it.
Me: Well, at least you brought plenty more.
(Flash gets up to take a shower. Before he walks to the bathroom he opens the door of our master bedroom and bugs our friend sleeping on the couch.)
Me: (see something sticking out of the back of his pants) Hey babe...
Flash: (Still looking out into the living room) Yeah?
Me: I found your sock
Date: Sunday January 13, 2008
Location: A nice luxury room in Idaho Mountains
Time: 8:00am
(Setting: My husband crawled into bed with me after baby-sitting a bunch of boys from my work all night long)
Flash: I lost a sock
Me: Just "A" sock? (I use my feet to confirm that yes he was only missing ONE sock)
Flash: I looked everywhere for it. I couldn't find it.
Me: Well, at least you brought plenty more.
(Flash gets up to take a shower. Before he walks to the bathroom he opens the door of our master bedroom and bugs our friend sleeping on the couch.)
Me: (see something sticking out of the back of his pants) Hey babe...
Flash: (Still looking out into the living room) Yeah?
Me: I found your sock
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Bathroom humor
There are two things I want to mention about the bathroom I hope you'll find as funny as I do.
There are days when I spend the whole day studying at school. When I start I can't just get up and walk away from my stuff (if you've read any past blogs you'll know how much stuff I have which has doubled lately with an additional bag of books for research). Walking away could result in a stolen computer (which I've done once already years and years ago...long story don't ask). So I've come to a realization about studying:
It's like going on a long trip....make sure you go to the bathroom first and make scheduled stops so you're not frantically rushing to a bathroom before it's too late.
Then there are the automatic toilet flushers
There's nothing more freaky then having one flush when you're still on it.
Now if you'll excuse me I have to pack my stuff up and rush off somewhere. I'm sure you'll guess where.
There are days when I spend the whole day studying at school. When I start I can't just get up and walk away from my stuff (if you've read any past blogs you'll know how much stuff I have which has doubled lately with an additional bag of books for research). Walking away could result in a stolen computer (which I've done once already years and years ago...long story don't ask). So I've come to a realization about studying:
It's like going on a long trip....make sure you go to the bathroom first and make scheduled stops so you're not frantically rushing to a bathroom before it's too late.
Then there are the automatic toilet flushers
There's nothing more freaky then having one flush when you're still on it.
Now if you'll excuse me I have to pack my stuff up and rush off somewhere. I'm sure you'll guess where.
Thursday, October 04, 2007
LDS Stepmoms
So I've come to realize that LDS stepmoms don't need support groups. I've looked every where for one. LdsLinkup, Facebook, yahoo!, AOL, and anything else I happen to be affiliated with.
There are lots of stepmom groups out there and I plan on joining the ones that best match my needs, but there's something to be said about being able to talk about how your beliefs influence the combined family you've stepped into.
In view of this fact I decided to make a group myself. It's called LDS Stepmoms (I know very original but I thought I'd keep it simple) on yahoo and I've provided a link in the Links part of the sidebar. It wasn't created to exclude anyone though the title might make it seem that way. But it is a place that LDS stepmoms can converse freely about their faith and the children they've tried to treat as their own.
So if anyone knows someone who could use a place to share their experiences and need a place for encouragment feel free to send them to http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ldsstepmoms/
I also have some promotion buttons over there for easy access. :)
There are lots of stepmom groups out there and I plan on joining the ones that best match my needs, but there's something to be said about being able to talk about how your beliefs influence the combined family you've stepped into.
In view of this fact I decided to make a group myself. It's called LDS Stepmoms (I know very original but I thought I'd keep it simple) on yahoo and I've provided a link in the Links part of the sidebar. It wasn't created to exclude anyone though the title might make it seem that way. But it is a place that LDS stepmoms can converse freely about their faith and the children they've tried to treat as their own.
So if anyone knows someone who could use a place to share their experiences and need a place for encouragment feel free to send them to http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ldsstepmoms/
I also have some promotion buttons over there for easy access. :)
Monday, October 01, 2007
Mom but not the mom....
Role conflict is defined as the a role of one area of life crossing over and conflicting with a role in another part of life.
The example often used are the old flight attendence that had to act flirty and seductive without being available who are also mom's and wives back home. Your desire to be true to who you are at home conflicts with the role flight attendies had to take on.
So what do you call a role that is a conflict in and of itself?
Like being the stepmom. When you think stepmom initially all that comes to mind is a woman that is married to a man that has a son that's not your own. Most people draw the line there not thinking much farther of the complexities of the role.
Wow have I had an eye opener. Being a stepmom is so much more than just being some woman that's marrying a guy with kids. It's being the mom but not the mom.
What?
How do you define that to someone? How do you define that to yourself?
And I've found no books on the subject. Not any real useful ones. My local Deseret Bookstore has nothing on the subject anyway. My search has really ended there. Mainly because I don't want to get a non-LDS view point unless recommended by someone. The last thing I need is a book filling my head with stuff that doesn't apply to my situation.
There are so many conflicts with this role I've taken on. How do you disipline? How do you combine your role with your husbands role and the full on father? That sounds silly but trust me if you guys don't have it together it can create some serious issues. Nothing major has come up yet but I'm just waiting for the bottom to drop out.
But there are some perks. Last night I stayed at my parents to satisfy a silly obsession of mine (Heroes) while Flash took Mini Flash home. About an hour later when Flash and I got home I get a phone call from Mini Flash. He just wanted to talk and say goodnight to me. His mom told me he couldn't figure out why I wasn't there and was very upset that he couldn't give me a goodnight hug. So he asked his mom to call me so he could do it over the phone.
Man...melt my heart why dontcha!
The example often used are the old flight attendence that had to act flirty and seductive without being available who are also mom's and wives back home. Your desire to be true to who you are at home conflicts with the role flight attendies had to take on.
So what do you call a role that is a conflict in and of itself?
Like being the stepmom. When you think stepmom initially all that comes to mind is a woman that is married to a man that has a son that's not your own. Most people draw the line there not thinking much farther of the complexities of the role.
Wow have I had an eye opener. Being a stepmom is so much more than just being some woman that's marrying a guy with kids. It's being the mom but not the mom.
What?
How do you define that to someone? How do you define that to yourself?
And I've found no books on the subject. Not any real useful ones. My local Deseret Bookstore has nothing on the subject anyway. My search has really ended there. Mainly because I don't want to get a non-LDS view point unless recommended by someone. The last thing I need is a book filling my head with stuff that doesn't apply to my situation.
There are so many conflicts with this role I've taken on. How do you disipline? How do you combine your role with your husbands role and the full on father? That sounds silly but trust me if you guys don't have it together it can create some serious issues. Nothing major has come up yet but I'm just waiting for the bottom to drop out.
But there are some perks. Last night I stayed at my parents to satisfy a silly obsession of mine (Heroes) while Flash took Mini Flash home. About an hour later when Flash and I got home I get a phone call from Mini Flash. He just wanted to talk and say goodnight to me. His mom told me he couldn't figure out why I wasn't there and was very upset that he couldn't give me a goodnight hug. So he asked his mom to call me so he could do it over the phone.
Man...melt my heart why dontcha!
Thursday, September 27, 2007
A conversation with myself...
Realizing I carry too much stuff aroiund at school I go through a mental checklist:
School Related Material:
- 5 folers one for each subject (replaced bulky binder)
- 1 1" three ring binder for E201 journal (considering another folder to conserve space)
- MGMT301 Text (will always need (dang it), always have work to do)
- E275 text ("Compact" Bedford for literature, even my teacher thought the phrase "compact" was ironic considering the size, this too I will always need see above)
- Tech Rhet text (again see above)
- pencil bag (gotta have a place for my writing material)
- map of Boise (don't need)
- computer internet cord (again don't need)
- bus schedule (torn up need a new one)
- agenda book (my brain, can't leave that behind)
Nutrition:
- lunch box w/ food for lunch and sometimes dinner (this...the source of my condencing problems)
Clothing:
- Light jacket (I'm a wuss and it gets cold; will be upgrading soon to heavier clothing plus gloves, scarves, and hat, winters coming)
Essentials to Life:
- cell phone
- iPod (leave either of these behind? Are you crazed? Will be combining both soon. Kinda getting a Verizon Chocolate phone)
- Car Keys
- wallet - duh.
Analysis Process:
Me: the lunch box has to go
Myself: I can't fit my food in my bag - not condusive for all lmy stuff
Me: That bag is expensive, light wieght, and condusive for heavy books if you can't make it work then you don't deserve the bag.
Myself: You're right, I deserve something better!
I love it when I win. :)
School Related Material:
- 5 folers one for each subject (replaced bulky binder)
- 1 1" three ring binder for E201 journal (considering another folder to conserve space)
- MGMT301 Text (will always need (dang it), always have work to do)
- E275 text ("Compact" Bedford for literature, even my teacher thought the phrase "compact" was ironic considering the size, this too I will always need see above)
- Tech Rhet text (again see above)
- pencil bag (gotta have a place for my writing material)
- map of Boise (don't need)
- computer internet cord (again don't need)
- bus schedule (torn up need a new one)
- agenda book (my brain, can't leave that behind)
Nutrition:
- lunch box w/ food for lunch and sometimes dinner (this...the source of my condencing problems)
Clothing:
- Light jacket (I'm a wuss and it gets cold; will be upgrading soon to heavier clothing plus gloves, scarves, and hat, winters coming)
Essentials to Life:
- cell phone
- iPod (leave either of these behind? Are you crazed? Will be combining both soon. Kinda getting a Verizon Chocolate phone)
- Car Keys
- wallet - duh.
Analysis Process:
Me: the lunch box has to go
Myself: I can't fit my food in my bag - not condusive for all lmy stuff
Me: That bag is expensive, light wieght, and condusive for heavy books if you can't make it work then you don't deserve the bag.
Myself: You're right, I deserve something better!
I love it when I win. :)
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Not any fun any more...
I find it interesting the questions I've been getting lately have been reverted to just one. As if this question is the all encompassing symbol of my life.
How's married life?
It's almost as if anything I've ever done in my life is now null and void. It has now become the most interesting thing about me. Being married. It's almost like me being married is the only thing I think about so that's the only thing people ask me about.
Don't get me wrong. I love being married. It's the FIRST thing I think about when I'm asked what has God blessed me with in my life. Flash and MF (Mini Flash I had forgotten I had given him that nickname. Shows how long I haven't blogged). They certainly are a big part of my life now. But it's not the only thing I think about.
The three of us went camping with some friends. Katie has been my friend for years; a single mother of one daughter named Samantha had gotten married the day after I returned from my mission in California. Samantha and I have always been good friends. She was six when I first met her and now 11. During the course of the weekend this is the conversation we had:
Sam: I don't know what I'm going to do when you have a baby.
Me: What do you mean?
Sam: Well when you have a baby you're going to be even less fun than you already are!
Me: What?!?!
Sam: Well when you first came home you were no fun cause of school. Now you're married you're even less fun. When you have a baby it's just going to keep being no fun!
I got her back though. I told her she's been snappy and sulky all weekend and she's been no fun since she turned 11 (I know, so mature).
Is that what I've been reduced to? No fun?
Of course I have to keep in mind that she's 11. Nearly a teenager and never happy with anything. So I'm taking it with a grain of salt but it kind of reaffirmed what I already expected. People only see the married part of me. Before they find out I'm married we have a strong engaging conversation where we ask all sorts of questions of each other. But as soon as they find out I'm married it's all we can talk about.
It's two fold. One: am I not showing people there's more to me? Two: are people not creative? They can't think of anything else to ask?
My closest friends don't ask me this. So it could be more of a level of friendship sort of thing. But I find myself asking the same thing of other people who just got married.
One of my friends put it perfectly when I asked him that question, "What am I going to say? It's horrible?" I think he was getting as fed up with it then as I am now. Of course I'm not so much fed up with it as I find it amusing.
How's married life?
It's almost as if anything I've ever done in my life is now null and void. It has now become the most interesting thing about me. Being married. It's almost like me being married is the only thing I think about so that's the only thing people ask me about.
Don't get me wrong. I love being married. It's the FIRST thing I think about when I'm asked what has God blessed me with in my life. Flash and MF (Mini Flash I had forgotten I had given him that nickname. Shows how long I haven't blogged). They certainly are a big part of my life now. But it's not the only thing I think about.
The three of us went camping with some friends. Katie has been my friend for years; a single mother of one daughter named Samantha had gotten married the day after I returned from my mission in California. Samantha and I have always been good friends. She was six when I first met her and now 11. During the course of the weekend this is the conversation we had:
Sam: I don't know what I'm going to do when you have a baby.
Me: What do you mean?
Sam: Well when you have a baby you're going to be even less fun than you already are!
Me: What?!?!
Sam: Well when you first came home you were no fun cause of school. Now you're married you're even less fun. When you have a baby it's just going to keep being no fun!
I got her back though. I told her she's been snappy and sulky all weekend and she's been no fun since she turned 11 (I know, so mature).
Is that what I've been reduced to? No fun?
Of course I have to keep in mind that she's 11. Nearly a teenager and never happy with anything. So I'm taking it with a grain of salt but it kind of reaffirmed what I already expected. People only see the married part of me. Before they find out I'm married we have a strong engaging conversation where we ask all sorts of questions of each other. But as soon as they find out I'm married it's all we can talk about.
It's two fold. One: am I not showing people there's more to me? Two: are people not creative? They can't think of anything else to ask?
My closest friends don't ask me this. So it could be more of a level of friendship sort of thing. But I find myself asking the same thing of other people who just got married.
One of my friends put it perfectly when I asked him that question, "What am I going to say? It's horrible?" I think he was getting as fed up with it then as I am now. Of course I'm not so much fed up with it as I find it amusing.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
I'm back
Been gone for a while. July and August were crazy months for me. And the only reason why I'm blogging now is because I can't sleep and I just remembered I had a blog. Life can do that to you when things get thrown around and upside down what with getting married and all. It's a good thing only one person actually pays attention to this thing and she's seen me and talked to me since the whole engagement thing. So I don't feel too bad.
So of course I had to move out of my apartment, get a wedding dress (heh that was the easy part), plan the reception, get the honeymoon taken care of, and meld my world with two males I've never lived with before. My husband is none other then Flash who I've posted about before. I can hardly believe how far we've come in such a short time.
The second little man is just that, a little man. He's my four year old, blond, cute as a button image of his father step-son. Yep I'm an instant mom. He actually came up to me a couple days ago and asked if he could call me mom. Of course I could never replace his mom and we both know that and the ex-wife and I have come to an agreement that the Little Man can decide on what he will call me.
It's too bad I didn't make that clear to my husband. Flash has been trying to respect his ex-wife by having LM call me Mama Em. Which makes me sound like a grandma. Our discussion was a little heated over that one but it's been working out.
It's been an interesting experience learning to be married. It really isn't something you just do naturally. Well some of it anyway. There are some things I can do just fine. Like making meals, doing dishes, laundry, etc. Other things more personal and having to do with my personality have been more difficult. I've been more emotional and less rational since we've been married and Flash gets a little frustrated with that.
But I've come to the realization that it really isn't about me. I got scared in the beginning thinking that I couldn't trust either Flash nor God to take care of me and I started to struggle between wanting to take care of Flash and the LM and myself at the same time. Which causes problems because I got emotional about the smallest of things.
I need to put more trust in God and in Flash and rely on that good ol' friend of mine patience. She's a good one to keep around.
On a side note the three of us were driving to my parents house for our weekly Sunday dinner and Flash kept positioning his mirror (I was driving so he used his visor mirror) to just looked at me. I can't say stared at me because that would imply he was being rude or obnoxious. But he just looked like he appreciated what he saw.
He's never done that before. *squee* now I feel all warm and gushy inside.
So of course I had to move out of my apartment, get a wedding dress (heh that was the easy part), plan the reception, get the honeymoon taken care of, and meld my world with two males I've never lived with before. My husband is none other then Flash who I've posted about before. I can hardly believe how far we've come in such a short time.
The second little man is just that, a little man. He's my four year old, blond, cute as a button image of his father step-son. Yep I'm an instant mom. He actually came up to me a couple days ago and asked if he could call me mom. Of course I could never replace his mom and we both know that and the ex-wife and I have come to an agreement that the Little Man can decide on what he will call me.
It's too bad I didn't make that clear to my husband. Flash has been trying to respect his ex-wife by having LM call me Mama Em. Which makes me sound like a grandma. Our discussion was a little heated over that one but it's been working out.
It's been an interesting experience learning to be married. It really isn't something you just do naturally. Well some of it anyway. There are some things I can do just fine. Like making meals, doing dishes, laundry, etc. Other things more personal and having to do with my personality have been more difficult. I've been more emotional and less rational since we've been married and Flash gets a little frustrated with that.
But I've come to the realization that it really isn't about me. I got scared in the beginning thinking that I couldn't trust either Flash nor God to take care of me and I started to struggle between wanting to take care of Flash and the LM and myself at the same time. Which causes problems because I got emotional about the smallest of things.
I need to put more trust in God and in Flash and rely on that good ol' friend of mine patience. She's a good one to keep around.
On a side note the three of us were driving to my parents house for our weekly Sunday dinner and Flash kept positioning his mirror (I was driving so he used his visor mirror) to just looked at me. I can't say stared at me because that would imply he was being rude or obnoxious. But he just looked like he appreciated what he saw.
He's never done that before. *squee* now I feel all warm and gushy inside.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
The Devil's Son is an Angel (Most of the Time)
Flash has a four year old son.
I've known about the Little Man from the beginning of our friendship. I've had several chances to play with him and get to know him. He was even there for our first date (I secretly believe Flash has him on first dates to see how the girl handles it. Not that he'll ever admit it).
So of course I see Mini Flash about as regularly as I see the original version and we've developed a nice little friendship.
He is the cutest little kid ever. He sings songs, makes up stories, and loves Scooby-doo. And he looks just like his daddy.
And he listens to everything we say. I don't care what Flash says, he knows more than he lets on.
Case in point....
A few weeks ago Flash and I were at his sister's house building a deck and I was watching MF (Mini Flash). This was in the beginning of our relationship and we were still getting used to saying the words, "Boyfriend" and "Girlfriend" We were standing outside later that night in the front yard with MF grabbing onto our legs as we had our arms around each other discussing how strange those words sounded. It was a brief conversation and we then headed out to to Flash's house to have dinner.
MF's car seat was in my car and Flash had his car so I got to spend about 5 minutes shooting the breeze with just MF and me and this is roughly how the conversation went:
MF: (concerned) Wh- why- Why did dad say he was your boyfriend?
Me: Because he is my boyfriend.
MF: (in a slightly pouty voice) But I want to be your boyfriend.
Me: (lets out a little giggle) Oh really? But boyfriends and girlfriends kiss and you don't like my kisses.
*Flash back to three hours earlier that day*
Setting: MF and me sitting inside watching a movie. I placed myself on the couch in such a way that I could behold the nicely sculpted arms and shoulders of the man I had decided to devote my primary dating life to. MF notices this and promptly objects...
MF: Amly (that's not a mispelling that's how he says my name) I want you to watch the movie
Me: I am watching the movie babe.
MF: No you're not you looking at daddy.
Me: Well I like looking at him, is that bad?
MF: Stooooooop looking at him!
Me: (giggling) I don't want to!
MF: (crawling on my face) I've got her daddy! Daddy I'm keeping her from looking at you!
Me: (lifting him off of me and putting him inches in front of me) Fine then I'll look at you instead (and I leaned over and kissed his forhead)
MF: EW! Yuck! Don't kiss me! Don't kiss me! (he cries as he wipes my kiss off as if I had kissed his whole face).
*Forward to three hours later*
Me: But you don't like my kisses MF.
MF: But boyfriends and girlsfriends DON'T kiss!
Me: No? Then what do they do?
MF: They play together and eat together and have sleepovers. Will you sleep over tonight?
Me: Well daddy and I have decided that I shouldn't be sleeping over hon.
MF: But I WANT you to sleep over.
Me: Well we'll have to see about that babe.
So now I have a four year old boyfriend who wants me to sleepover at his house.
I've known about the Little Man from the beginning of our friendship. I've had several chances to play with him and get to know him. He was even there for our first date (I secretly believe Flash has him on first dates to see how the girl handles it. Not that he'll ever admit it).
So of course I see Mini Flash about as regularly as I see the original version and we've developed a nice little friendship.
He is the cutest little kid ever. He sings songs, makes up stories, and loves Scooby-doo. And he looks just like his daddy.
And he listens to everything we say. I don't care what Flash says, he knows more than he lets on.
Case in point....
A few weeks ago Flash and I were at his sister's house building a deck and I was watching MF (Mini Flash). This was in the beginning of our relationship and we were still getting used to saying the words, "Boyfriend" and "Girlfriend" We were standing outside later that night in the front yard with MF grabbing onto our legs as we had our arms around each other discussing how strange those words sounded. It was a brief conversation and we then headed out to to Flash's house to have dinner.
MF's car seat was in my car and Flash had his car so I got to spend about 5 minutes shooting the breeze with just MF and me and this is roughly how the conversation went:
MF: (concerned) Wh- why- Why did dad say he was your boyfriend?
Me: Because he is my boyfriend.
MF: (in a slightly pouty voice) But I want to be your boyfriend.
Me: (lets out a little giggle) Oh really? But boyfriends and girlfriends kiss and you don't like my kisses.
*Flash back to three hours earlier that day*
Setting: MF and me sitting inside watching a movie. I placed myself on the couch in such a way that I could behold the nicely sculpted arms and shoulders of the man I had decided to devote my primary dating life to. MF notices this and promptly objects...
MF: Amly (that's not a mispelling that's how he says my name) I want you to watch the movie
Me: I am watching the movie babe.
MF: No you're not you looking at daddy.
Me: Well I like looking at him, is that bad?
MF: Stooooooop looking at him!
Me: (giggling) I don't want to!
MF: (crawling on my face) I've got her daddy! Daddy I'm keeping her from looking at you!
Me: (lifting him off of me and putting him inches in front of me) Fine then I'll look at you instead (and I leaned over and kissed his forhead)
MF: EW! Yuck! Don't kiss me! Don't kiss me! (he cries as he wipes my kiss off as if I had kissed his whole face).
*Forward to three hours later*
Me: But you don't like my kisses MF.
MF: But boyfriends and girlsfriends DON'T kiss!
Me: No? Then what do they do?
MF: They play together and eat together and have sleepovers. Will you sleep over tonight?
Me: Well daddy and I have decided that I shouldn't be sleeping over hon.
MF: But I WANT you to sleep over.
Me: Well we'll have to see about that babe.
So now I have a four year old boyfriend who wants me to sleepover at his house.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Kissed by the Devil
So it's official. I have a boyfriend. It's nice having a boyfriend and knowing it. The last time I had a boyfriend I was pretty much the last to find out.
He's a good one too. Tall, handsome, kind, easy going, funny, and well if you remember this blog entry then you'll know who it is. Yes folks it's finally happened! The uncatchable has finally decided to make the next step of dating exclusively. And she found a man worthy of her attentions which is a miracle in and of itself.
Neither one of us is familiar with the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing. And apparently I come with a different manual then most girls as he puts it so the next chapter in my life is going to be interesting.
And for the time being since he's an electrician he will be known as Flash.
Flash isn't your normal guy.
He likes to make things unique, interesting...different.
So, of course, our first kiss didn't happen in the normal fashion.
You have to understand it's been driving me crazy he hasn't kissed me yet. He knew this and was holding out as long as he could. He told me he wasn't going to kiss me until he knew whether or not he wanted to be in a relationship with me.
Fine I can handle that. *twitch O_0 twitch*
So last night we were cuddling on the couch discussing our relationship. I made it perfectly clear what I wanted but this kid...getting any information out of him is like pulling teeth.
At this point we hadn't made any clear decision about being boyfriend/girlfriend. For my own personal satisfaction I needed to make sure it was clear what we were. I was not going to get myself in another situation where the guy was taking advantage of me. Last night was supposed to be the final talk. Either we are or we aren't and I move on.
So he finally tells me some concerns he has (which we won't go into) and I have him in a serious mood (which doesn't happen often, if ever). Little did I know at that very moment he decided to pull the biggest prank I think anyone has ever pulled on me.
Let me make this clear. I am very gullible so I don't believe anything anyone says. It's not often when someone pulls the wool over my eyes. I've trained myself to see through lies and half truths. Furthermore the type of person who likes to pull pranks. Ask my roommates, friends, and family they will tell you if a joke is being played I'm likely involved. There are several people who will tell you I got them. There have only been a hand-full of people who can truly say they got me.
But never like this.
So he's telling me his concerns and he slips in his final problem. He can't handle kissing lip to lip.
That totally took me off guard and at first I didn't believe him. I myself am not a huge fan of kissing but...seriously? Not like kissing to the point of being grossed out by it?
Seriously?
But he kept going with it. His face was so unquestioningly serious, even his eyes didn't have that usual glimmer of "I'm pulling a fast one on you" and I believed him.
Get what I'm saying people! I BELIEVED him with out a doubt. This is not something I do lightly. This is NOT something I EVER do.
I'm next to him and he's asking me, "Can you handle that? I'm serious I need you to promise me you'll never try to kiss me."
He started spouting off lines like, "You're going to leave me aren't you?" and "You have to promise not to say anything to anyone about this!"
Picture this. My hand on my head looking at the ceiling, breathing slow to keep my cool and I say, "I don't think I can handle this. That is just sooo weird. What guy doesn't like to kiss?"
When I asked that question he looked away from me AND SHUDDERED! Oh he was convincing that conniving little....grrrr. I'm still there, hand on top of my head as if it's going to some how contain the knowledge I needed to warp my mind around this new bit of information. I was trying to think of any example...any thing that could help me understand him and his request. The only image flashing through my mind was Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman.
Not a good example Emily!
I ask him, "But then...what do we do?"
He leaned over and gently kissed my ear lobe and said, "That and other things."
After this I was silent for a long time. And thought well if Julia can do it so can I.
Finally I said, "You really never want me to kiss you?" He confirmed his horrible little lie and I said, "Ok I won't kiss you."
"Pinkie swear?" He asks extending the smallest of his fingers of his left hand towards me.
"Pinkie swear..." and I wrap my little finger around his, sealing my fate and wondering what the heck I was getting myself into.
Thus I did what I always do when I find out something weird and am forced to put up with it.
I make fun of it.
He then proceeds to tell me I can't make fun of him for it! He was embarrassed by it! That should have tipped me off right there for this kid is embarrassed by nothing!
Oh he's evil he is.
He puts his face down in my shoulder as if I was hurting him as he pleads with me not to make fun of him. To not tease him. He was worried my teasing would make me slip up in public. He begged me to understand.
Note: when he looks away and hides his face he was smiling and laughing. It took everything he had to keep a straight face through all of this. But to me these were all signs of someone who was trying to share his feelings about something he was embarrassed about.
Not only is he asking me not to kiss him...EVER! But he is asking me not to tease him....EVER!
And thus I make yet another pinkie-pack with the devil.
After all this I was still trying to wrap my head around it. We were looking into each others eyes and he said, "You want to kiss me don't you? You really can't handle this."
I could do nothing but sigh and say, "I don't know...I've never done it before. But I'll try...I will...I'll try."
Then he started playing the, I feel bad card! Oh he's horrible!
He said, "Don't look at me like that. You look so disappointed. I can't stand it!"
He runs a finger along my cheek, my chin, over my lips. "How can I make you understand?"
I said, "I want to understand." So he had me close my eyes and he's asking me to understand what he went through. Later I find out he was just dying of laughter and he couldn't handle it any more...that's why he had me close my eyes. He needed to give his straight face a rest.
He even brought up his ex-wife...that she was the reason he couldn't kiss any more.
Evil I tell you...pure evil.
Finally I just start babbling. He puts a figure to my lips and tell me to stop talking.
I couldn't of course and the next thing I know he plants a big ol' kiss on me! When he's done he starts laughing and says, "I just couldn't take it anymore! I couldn't keep it up!"
I.
Was.
TICKED!!!
I threw him off the couch and started beating him with a pillow. As I'm doing this he grabs me and kisses me some more. I let him of course mainly because I was so relieved. But I pulled away and smash the pillow in his face and moved back to the couch.
Emotions of relief, embarrassment, and just plan being ticked-off where running through my veins. But there was one overriding emotion that trumped them all.
I was impressed. Purely and completely impressed.
Never before had I been played so well.
Never before had a prank gone on for so long that I didn't see through it.
Yes...yes I believe he is worth keeping around.
Even if he is the devil.
He's a good one too. Tall, handsome, kind, easy going, funny, and well if you remember this blog entry then you'll know who it is. Yes folks it's finally happened! The uncatchable has finally decided to make the next step of dating exclusively. And she found a man worthy of her attentions which is a miracle in and of itself.
Neither one of us is familiar with the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing. And apparently I come with a different manual then most girls as he puts it so the next chapter in my life is going to be interesting.
And for the time being since he's an electrician he will be known as Flash.
Flash isn't your normal guy.
He likes to make things unique, interesting...different.
So, of course, our first kiss didn't happen in the normal fashion.
You have to understand it's been driving me crazy he hasn't kissed me yet. He knew this and was holding out as long as he could. He told me he wasn't going to kiss me until he knew whether or not he wanted to be in a relationship with me.
Fine I can handle that. *twitch O_0 twitch*
So last night we were cuddling on the couch discussing our relationship. I made it perfectly clear what I wanted but this kid...getting any information out of him is like pulling teeth.
At this point we hadn't made any clear decision about being boyfriend/girlfriend. For my own personal satisfaction I needed to make sure it was clear what we were. I was not going to get myself in another situation where the guy was taking advantage of me. Last night was supposed to be the final talk. Either we are or we aren't and I move on.
So he finally tells me some concerns he has (which we won't go into) and I have him in a serious mood (which doesn't happen often, if ever). Little did I know at that very moment he decided to pull the biggest prank I think anyone has ever pulled on me.
Let me make this clear. I am very gullible so I don't believe anything anyone says. It's not often when someone pulls the wool over my eyes. I've trained myself to see through lies and half truths. Furthermore the type of person who likes to pull pranks. Ask my roommates, friends, and family they will tell you if a joke is being played I'm likely involved. There are several people who will tell you I got them. There have only been a hand-full of people who can truly say they got me.
But never like this.
So he's telling me his concerns and he slips in his final problem. He can't handle kissing lip to lip.
That totally took me off guard and at first I didn't believe him. I myself am not a huge fan of kissing but...seriously? Not like kissing to the point of being grossed out by it?
Seriously?
But he kept going with it. His face was so unquestioningly serious, even his eyes didn't have that usual glimmer of "I'm pulling a fast one on you" and I believed him.
Get what I'm saying people! I BELIEVED him with out a doubt. This is not something I do lightly. This is NOT something I EVER do.
I'm next to him and he's asking me, "Can you handle that? I'm serious I need you to promise me you'll never try to kiss me."
He started spouting off lines like, "You're going to leave me aren't you?" and "You have to promise not to say anything to anyone about this!"
Picture this. My hand on my head looking at the ceiling, breathing slow to keep my cool and I say, "I don't think I can handle this. That is just sooo weird. What guy doesn't like to kiss?"
When I asked that question he looked away from me AND SHUDDERED! Oh he was convincing that conniving little....grrrr. I'm still there, hand on top of my head as if it's going to some how contain the knowledge I needed to warp my mind around this new bit of information. I was trying to think of any example...any thing that could help me understand him and his request. The only image flashing through my mind was Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman.
Not a good example Emily!
I ask him, "But then...what do we do?"
He leaned over and gently kissed my ear lobe and said, "That and other things."
After this I was silent for a long time. And thought well if Julia can do it so can I.
Finally I said, "You really never want me to kiss you?" He confirmed his horrible little lie and I said, "Ok I won't kiss you."
"Pinkie swear?" He asks extending the smallest of his fingers of his left hand towards me.
"Pinkie swear..." and I wrap my little finger around his, sealing my fate and wondering what the heck I was getting myself into.
Thus I did what I always do when I find out something weird and am forced to put up with it.
I make fun of it.
He then proceeds to tell me I can't make fun of him for it! He was embarrassed by it! That should have tipped me off right there for this kid is embarrassed by nothing!
Oh he's evil he is.
He puts his face down in my shoulder as if I was hurting him as he pleads with me not to make fun of him. To not tease him. He was worried my teasing would make me slip up in public. He begged me to understand.
Note: when he looks away and hides his face he was smiling and laughing. It took everything he had to keep a straight face through all of this. But to me these were all signs of someone who was trying to share his feelings about something he was embarrassed about.
Not only is he asking me not to kiss him...EVER! But he is asking me not to tease him....EVER!
And thus I make yet another pinkie-pack with the devil.
After all this I was still trying to wrap my head around it. We were looking into each others eyes and he said, "You want to kiss me don't you? You really can't handle this."
I could do nothing but sigh and say, "I don't know...I've never done it before. But I'll try...I will...I'll try."
Then he started playing the, I feel bad card! Oh he's horrible!
He said, "Don't look at me like that. You look so disappointed. I can't stand it!"
He runs a finger along my cheek, my chin, over my lips. "How can I make you understand?"
I said, "I want to understand." So he had me close my eyes and he's asking me to understand what he went through. Later I find out he was just dying of laughter and he couldn't handle it any more...that's why he had me close my eyes. He needed to give his straight face a rest.
He even brought up his ex-wife...that she was the reason he couldn't kiss any more.
Evil I tell you...pure evil.
Finally I just start babbling. He puts a figure to my lips and tell me to stop talking.
I couldn't of course and the next thing I know he plants a big ol' kiss on me! When he's done he starts laughing and says, "I just couldn't take it anymore! I couldn't keep it up!"
I.
Was.
TICKED!!!
I threw him off the couch and started beating him with a pillow. As I'm doing this he grabs me and kisses me some more. I let him of course mainly because I was so relieved. But I pulled away and smash the pillow in his face and moved back to the couch.
Emotions of relief, embarrassment, and just plan being ticked-off where running through my veins. But there was one overriding emotion that trumped them all.
I was impressed. Purely and completely impressed.
Never before had I been played so well.
Never before had a prank gone on for so long that I didn't see through it.
Yes...yes I believe he is worth keeping around.
Even if he is the devil.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Spring! Not just a coiled piece of metel folks!
Ok so this blog will consist of two things. One short the other a little longer. Hopefully normal longer and not me longer since I tend to pontificate.
Fist - passwords. I pretty much use the same password over and over. And different variations of it. I realized today that if I blogged more often I would remember which variation I used cause I've had to change it a least three times due to my forgetful memory.
Second - Spring.
I love spring. It's my favorite time of year. Now bear in mind come fall I could be saying the same thing and Christmas similar words will spew forth in excited frenzy but the way things stand spring wins. My reasoning will be because it's the first true season of the year (Winter does not count...winter is hell).
Fall I'll argue that since my favorite times of the year come in threes and like anything that comes in threes the middle is always the best (ex. sandwiches, cookies i.e. oreos, middle children etc.) and therefore Fall is the best.
And Christmas....well who can argue about Christmas (besides the JW's, Athiests, cynics, and well anyone who happens to not believe in Christ or the commercialized version)? Ok so lots of people can but Christmas is the best time of year because it's the last big blow out before the next year. Before we have to wait for months and months for hell to thaw away (New Years does not count...it's just not magical enough for me).
But we are focusing on spring.
Spring is magical. Things change. There's growth and color and beautiful smells. And the smells are not created by man! It's like the world has this spontaneous eruption of life, color, and aromas. There's a tree on campus that turns pure white for a few days. Walking by the brightness of life and joy it calls out with splendid pleasure as if to say, "I'm here just for you!" You stop just to look and then it happens. The smell of something so beautiful it can't possibly be of this world no earthly word can describe...!
True we get more bugs but at least they find joy in staying outside instead of invading homes to stay warm. Another reason hell (see above reference to hell) should be banded from all existence (of course spring would not be as joyful if hell didn't exist but well I can ignore that fact).
I was walking from the library to my apartment the other day and what did I behold to my absolute joy? More aromatic trees. Smaller than my Pure White Beauty but all the same two rows of dancing ladies and delicate pink flowers inviting you to touch, smell, and enjoy. I felt like the world was giving me a great big hug and saying, "We missed you too!"
And it's not just the smells. Though I respond very kindly to nice smells. It's the color. The rain is nice as well cause even that alone leaves behind a nice aroma. But the look of it, the feel of it. It's like warmth and the moisture sets into your skin and want to become a part of you...giving never taking...like it's the bestest friend you ever had.
Spring was created just for me....I know it!
Fist - passwords. I pretty much use the same password over and over. And different variations of it. I realized today that if I blogged more often I would remember which variation I used cause I've had to change it a least three times due to my forgetful memory.
Second - Spring.
I love spring. It's my favorite time of year. Now bear in mind come fall I could be saying the same thing and Christmas similar words will spew forth in excited frenzy but the way things stand spring wins. My reasoning will be because it's the first true season of the year (Winter does not count...winter is hell).
Fall I'll argue that since my favorite times of the year come in threes and like anything that comes in threes the middle is always the best (ex. sandwiches, cookies i.e. oreos, middle children etc.) and therefore Fall is the best.
And Christmas....well who can argue about Christmas (besides the JW's, Athiests, cynics, and well anyone who happens to not believe in Christ or the commercialized version)? Ok so lots of people can but Christmas is the best time of year because it's the last big blow out before the next year. Before we have to wait for months and months for hell to thaw away (New Years does not count...it's just not magical enough for me).
But we are focusing on spring.
Spring is magical. Things change. There's growth and color and beautiful smells. And the smells are not created by man! It's like the world has this spontaneous eruption of life, color, and aromas. There's a tree on campus that turns pure white for a few days. Walking by the brightness of life and joy it calls out with splendid pleasure as if to say, "I'm here just for you!" You stop just to look and then it happens. The smell of something so beautiful it can't possibly be of this world no earthly word can describe...!
True we get more bugs but at least they find joy in staying outside instead of invading homes to stay warm. Another reason hell (see above reference to hell) should be banded from all existence (of course spring would not be as joyful if hell didn't exist but well I can ignore that fact).
I was walking from the library to my apartment the other day and what did I behold to my absolute joy? More aromatic trees. Smaller than my Pure White Beauty but all the same two rows of dancing ladies and delicate pink flowers inviting you to touch, smell, and enjoy. I felt like the world was giving me a great big hug and saying, "We missed you too!"
And it's not just the smells. Though I respond very kindly to nice smells. It's the color. The rain is nice as well cause even that alone leaves behind a nice aroma. But the look of it, the feel of it. It's like warmth and the moisture sets into your skin and want to become a part of you...giving never taking...like it's the bestest friend you ever had.
Spring was created just for me....I know it!
Thursday, March 01, 2007
One Word Quiz
1 WORD QUIZ
You.
Can.
Only.
Type.
One.
Word.
No.
Explaining.
Not as easy as you might think.
1. Where is your cell phone?
desk
2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend?
who?
3. Your hair?
curly
4. Work?
taxes
5. Your father?
strength
6. Your favorite thing?
friends
7. Your dream last night?
dream?
8. Your favorite drink?
rootbeer
9. Your dream car?
whatever
10. The room you're in?
office
11. Your ex?
gone
12. Your fears?
men
13. What do you want to be in 10 years?
graduated
14. Who did you hang out with last night?
roommates
15. What you're not good at?
dating
16. Muffin?
costco
17. One of your wish list items?
sleep
18. Where you grew up?
Serenity
19. The last thing you did?
taxes
20. What are you wearing?
threads
21. what aren't you wearing?
shoes
22. Your pet?
none
24. Your life?
beautiful
25. Your mood?
contemplative
26. Missing???
sleep
27. What are you thinking about right now?
universe
28. Your car?
Civic
29. Your work?
#4
30. Your summer?
PAAAARTEEEEEEH!!!!
31. Your relationship status?
happy
32. Your favorite color?
pink
33. When is the last time you laughed?
today
34. Last time you cried?
forever
35. School?
challenging
You.
Can.
Only.
Type.
One.
Word.
No.
Explaining.
Not as easy as you might think.
1. Where is your cell phone?
desk
2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend?
who?
3. Your hair?
curly
4. Work?
taxes
5. Your father?
strength
6. Your favorite thing?
friends
7. Your dream last night?
dream?
8. Your favorite drink?
rootbeer
9. Your dream car?
whatever
10. The room you're in?
office
11. Your ex?
gone
12. Your fears?
men
13. What do you want to be in 10 years?
graduated
14. Who did you hang out with last night?
roommates
15. What you're not good at?
dating
16. Muffin?
costco
17. One of your wish list items?
sleep
18. Where you grew up?
Serenity
19. The last thing you did?
taxes
20. What are you wearing?
threads
21. what aren't you wearing?
shoes
22. Your pet?
none
24. Your life?
beautiful
25. Your mood?
contemplative
26. Missing???
sleep
27. What are you thinking about right now?
universe
28. Your car?
Civic
29. Your work?
#4
30. Your summer?
PAAAARTEEEEEEH!!!!
31. Your relationship status?
happy
32. Your favorite color?
pink
33. When is the last time you laughed?
today
34. Last time you cried?
forever
35. School?
challenging
I work in a community
One of the best things about where I work is we are very community or family oriented. We help each other with taking care of kids. We have a baby showers, wedding showers, (to this day I can't figure out why they are called showers. Water is not involved), birthday parties.
The basic idea is we help each other out.
But like any family we get a little too involved in each others lives.
For example a couple nights ago I made plans for dinner with a friend from church. This friend just so happens to be male. He's not a bad looking kid, he's tall, and drives a big yellow truck. We are not a couple but he stands out, he's obviously one of those guys you just hope and pray your daughter will date.
He decided to come pick me up at the office.
Here I would like to add that most of the employees at the office are women. Married women.
It was the cutest thing I had ever seen and actually kind of touching.
They were sooo excited to see me get picked up by a good looking guy. I showed him around a little bit and got my things to go and every where I went I saw these wonderful women I work with smiling and looking at me like this was the most exciting event that could have happened that day.
As I was leaving the office and shutting the door I turned around to see if they were still watching.
Sure enough they were. I smiled, crossed my eyes, stuck out my tongue, and quietly walked away leaving them laughing behind me.
It was as if I had 10 mom's watching their little girl going on her first date.
Since then I get question about, "is he your boyfriend?" or "are you going out again?"
But it's not so much about whether or not I'm daitng someone. It's about knowing my co-workers care about me and are excited about things that happen in my life.
It's touching.
Saturday, February 03, 2007
How would you have reacted??
So I go over to this guy's house Firday mornings to have breakfast. I sit around and chat with the person who invited me over and his roommate. Both of these fellows are good friends of mine and crack me up continually.
Guy friends are wonderful, they keep me from getting bitter :D
So I'm hearing stories of hot oil burning skin and how to treat such things.
I decide to share a very cool story of how I walked on hot fire coals when I was 15 years old.
The usual reaponse:
Ooooooo how did you do it without getting burned? I'm awed and inspired by such a cool story.
His response:
You know what peeves me....? Dirty dishes in the sink when I'm trying to clean the dishes.
o_O Am I missing something here?
Guy friends are wonderful, they keep me from getting bitter :D
So I'm hearing stories of hot oil burning skin and how to treat such things.
I decide to share a very cool story of how I walked on hot fire coals when I was 15 years old.
The usual reaponse:
Ooooooo how did you do it without getting burned? I'm awed and inspired by such a cool story.
His response:
You know what peeves me....? Dirty dishes in the sink when I'm trying to clean the dishes.
o_O Am I missing something here?
Friday, January 26, 2007
A wedding and a sleep over
Recently I traveled to a part of the United States I had previously not been too before. The strangest part about being in Nashville, TN was how surreal it was. (I love that word surreal, I learned it in high school. My english teacher described high school as a surreal hell. Yes he was my favorite teacher!)
It was surreal because I wasn't even sure I was in a different state. It was significantly warmer then Idaho and it was much greener. As green as it can be in the winter but you get the idea. Maybe.
I arrived after a very long flight from Las Vegas which apparently never has smooth landings. We actually fish-tailed on the runway. I kid you not. I mentioned to the lady next to me, "That was the bumpyest landing I ever had." Everyone was sitting up straighter in their sets as we hit the pavment. As if to magically move themselves as far away from the plane as possible. I could just see the thought bubbles going over their heads, "If I sit up straigher the crash won't be nearly as bad." Which in fact the corraner at the morge will be able to announce that every person in the plane had amazing posture.
The lady next to me made a comment that it was the atmaspher between the plane and the pavment. That it gets so hot the heat rising makes the wings shake pretty bad.
o_O
The flight from Vegas to Nashville wasn't so great either but seeing Motter at the baggage claim was AMAZING! She hadn't changed a bit except her hair was longer. She looked exactly the same. I swear I could have been on the mission again. (Except my clothes are sooo much cuter now then they were on the mission). We went back to her place and stayed up until 2 in the morning remembering the mission and how fun (and horrible) it was.
The next day I met the family (I arrived close to midnight so everyone was asleep when I got there). The house is still under a lot of construction. Most of it little details that needed to be finished up like triming and well the rest of the stairs.
When she said her house was huge I didn't really get the scope of it until I actually saw it.
O_O
Oh my gosh!
It is beautiful and they have so much property left over they could build three more houses like it. Maybe more.
I met the groom who I liked right a way. He's not charming in the "I'm so cool" sort of way but charming in the "I'm real" sort of way. I loved it. I think I would have gotten along with her mom really well given the chance but since we had a wedding to throw in less the 48 hours that options was not available to us. I spent most of my time balancing between getting to know the family and being a good guest and hiding away to keep myself saine. (Meeting new people is difficult for me especially a whole bunch of them, it's my introvert side showing.)
We went to lunch with the in laws and later we got ready to decorate the cultural hall.
This is when things started to get a little sticky.
Wedding plans are...difficult at best...but when you don't have little details worked out it can lead to...well a very crazy day.
Friday night wasn't bad just stressful because unfortunatley the groom, all be it charming, was also on crutches from a sprained ankle and couldn't help with the decorating. Motter, who plans things very nice and neatly, was stressing over the back drop where the wedding party would be stationed. Also where the pictures would be. It was a laddous with columns. Very pretty but lots of work to make it look gorgous without being tacky.
We had garland and lights. Four white christmas stress with blue christmas lights. A look that Motter fell in love with in California on her mission. Eventually we were able to get her to go home so myself, her photographer and brides maid (o_O please help me figure that one out people), and in laws stayed to finish up.
Ummmm...aren't the in laws suppost to drive the bride crazy not the brides friend from Idaho who's really just there to see her friend get married????
Yeah they took over and between the four control freaks in the room (myself included I will admit it) we came up with a slightly stylish but could have been better finished product. I felt like there were too many cooks around the pot.
But all in all it was a pretty finish and from what I understand Motter enjoyed it. And that is all that's important.
So we arrived back at her house (which is a half an hour away from the church. It is also and hour away from temple they were getting married in. This is important you'll come to find later)
That night I'm talking to Motter's mom and I ask some questions, "Do we have a guest signing book?" That was a negative. Ok that's fine that's something very easily fixed. I came up with the brilliant idea of using her mission book. Usually the guest book only takes up a couple of pages and it's something she actually will feel a strong desire to keep because of ALL the memories in it and not just one event in a string of events of the best day of her life. (I mean come on who really looks at the guest book later in life. Really?)
She went for it and then I asked a very important question. There was mention of make up there was mention of a dress, and there was mention of shoes. But no mention of who was going to do her hair in the morning.
So I asked Motter, "Who's doing you hair tomorrow morning?"
"We haven't really thought about it,"
Me: *blinkblink*O_O *blinkblink*
One of her brides maid (who was also the photographer, still not so sure about that one really) had the same reaction.
We of course decide to get it done the next day.
The person who was helping her with make up was an aunt from Utah. She does Mary Kay. Please let it be known that I love the Mary Kay product. I love how they sell there product. And I even love the little facials they give because they teach they do not apply it themselves.
But that's the problem! THEY TEACH!!!
Ever heard the saying, "When the time to perform comes the time to prepare is over."
The day of the wedding is the day to PERFORM especially when you have a tight schedule. All preparations, all rehearsals and/or practices are shot dude it's time to get it done a move on.
So when I saw her aunt trying to teach Motter how to put on make up I just about died. We still had to do her hair.
So I was getting ready. Put things in the car, make sure the flowers were there, make sure we had cameras and batteries, and memory cards and shoes, dresses, hair stuff.
But since I did not prepare for a hair dilema I didn't think about bringing two very important things that normally are in every house hold especially on the wedding day.
1. A curling iron
2. Hair spray
I don't use hair spray my hair doesn't need it and if I do I use my moms. I left my curling iron 2000 miles away in a different state.
We sent the family on the hunt for hair spray. Guess who had it. The uncle from Utah. Not the aunt but the uncle. The only person in 16,000 square foot house and it turned out to be a man.
Now I'm in a dress. I look cute and adorable. But I will tell you it was not the thing to wear that day because dresses do not straddle car seats very well when you are sitting backwards up front.
Yes, on the way there we met up with groom and best man who drove the two separate cars while Whitney and I worked on Motter's hair. We finished it seconds before arriving to the temple.
We get to the temple and no one is there.
No one.
No mom
No mom-in-law
No anyone.
But the temple was packed. Apparently there were stake temple days, baptisms, weddings, living endowments, and everything else you could think of going on that day.
Good grief. And I still had to put on my back up.
Of course I'm spending most of my time teasing Motter about what is going to happen to her after the wedding, (come on people newly weds with six hours to kill between marriage and reception how could I not?)
So the happy couple go off to meet with the temple president and I get all pretty for pictures. Eventually I make it back to Motter and we are in the brides room. I'm helping her get into her temple dress (she decided to do the wedding dress later for pictures, so practicle she is) and in the middle of it all I say, "Where is you mother? She needs to be here."
I mean come on! This is what the mother does for the daughter on the wedding day right????
So I go find the mother and when I tell her to go back to Motter she gets this, cool-I-need-to-go-back-there-for-some-reason nonchalant sort of thing.
Again me: *blinkblink*O_O*blinkblink*
Do these people know nothing about tradition!!!!
The wedding itself was beautiful.
There was a lot of personal reflection I got to experiene that I'll talk about later but just know it was amazing.
For now I'm going to end here and update about the rest of the wedding. Which is just as crazy let me tell you.
It was surreal because I wasn't even sure I was in a different state. It was significantly warmer then Idaho and it was much greener. As green as it can be in the winter but you get the idea. Maybe.
I arrived after a very long flight from Las Vegas which apparently never has smooth landings. We actually fish-tailed on the runway. I kid you not. I mentioned to the lady next to me, "That was the bumpyest landing I ever had." Everyone was sitting up straighter in their sets as we hit the pavment. As if to magically move themselves as far away from the plane as possible. I could just see the thought bubbles going over their heads, "If I sit up straigher the crash won't be nearly as bad." Which in fact the corraner at the morge will be able to announce that every person in the plane had amazing posture.
The lady next to me made a comment that it was the atmaspher between the plane and the pavment. That it gets so hot the heat rising makes the wings shake pretty bad.
o_O
The flight from Vegas to Nashville wasn't so great either but seeing Motter at the baggage claim was AMAZING! She hadn't changed a bit except her hair was longer. She looked exactly the same. I swear I could have been on the mission again. (Except my clothes are sooo much cuter now then they were on the mission). We went back to her place and stayed up until 2 in the morning remembering the mission and how fun (and horrible) it was.
The next day I met the family (I arrived close to midnight so everyone was asleep when I got there). The house is still under a lot of construction. Most of it little details that needed to be finished up like triming and well the rest of the stairs.
When she said her house was huge I didn't really get the scope of it until I actually saw it.
O_O
Oh my gosh!
It is beautiful and they have so much property left over they could build three more houses like it. Maybe more.
I met the groom who I liked right a way. He's not charming in the "I'm so cool" sort of way but charming in the "I'm real" sort of way. I loved it. I think I would have gotten along with her mom really well given the chance but since we had a wedding to throw in less the 48 hours that options was not available to us. I spent most of my time balancing between getting to know the family and being a good guest and hiding away to keep myself saine. (Meeting new people is difficult for me especially a whole bunch of them, it's my introvert side showing.)
We went to lunch with the in laws and later we got ready to decorate the cultural hall.
This is when things started to get a little sticky.
Wedding plans are...difficult at best...but when you don't have little details worked out it can lead to...well a very crazy day.
Friday night wasn't bad just stressful because unfortunatley the groom, all be it charming, was also on crutches from a sprained ankle and couldn't help with the decorating. Motter, who plans things very nice and neatly, was stressing over the back drop where the wedding party would be stationed. Also where the pictures would be. It was a laddous with columns. Very pretty but lots of work to make it look gorgous without being tacky.
We had garland and lights. Four white christmas stress with blue christmas lights. A look that Motter fell in love with in California on her mission. Eventually we were able to get her to go home so myself, her photographer and brides maid (o_O please help me figure that one out people), and in laws stayed to finish up.
Ummmm...aren't the in laws suppost to drive the bride crazy not the brides friend from Idaho who's really just there to see her friend get married????
Yeah they took over and between the four control freaks in the room (myself included I will admit it) we came up with a slightly stylish but could have been better finished product. I felt like there were too many cooks around the pot.
But all in all it was a pretty finish and from what I understand Motter enjoyed it. And that is all that's important.
So we arrived back at her house (which is a half an hour away from the church. It is also and hour away from temple they were getting married in. This is important you'll come to find later)
That night I'm talking to Motter's mom and I ask some questions, "Do we have a guest signing book?" That was a negative. Ok that's fine that's something very easily fixed. I came up with the brilliant idea of using her mission book. Usually the guest book only takes up a couple of pages and it's something she actually will feel a strong desire to keep because of ALL the memories in it and not just one event in a string of events of the best day of her life. (I mean come on who really looks at the guest book later in life. Really?)
She went for it and then I asked a very important question. There was mention of make up there was mention of a dress, and there was mention of shoes. But no mention of who was going to do her hair in the morning.
So I asked Motter, "Who's doing you hair tomorrow morning?"
"We haven't really thought about it,"
Me: *blinkblink*O_O *blinkblink*
One of her brides maid (who was also the photographer, still not so sure about that one really) had the same reaction.
We of course decide to get it done the next day.
The person who was helping her with make up was an aunt from Utah. She does Mary Kay. Please let it be known that I love the Mary Kay product. I love how they sell there product. And I even love the little facials they give because they teach they do not apply it themselves.
But that's the problem! THEY TEACH!!!
Ever heard the saying, "When the time to perform comes the time to prepare is over."
The day of the wedding is the day to PERFORM especially when you have a tight schedule. All preparations, all rehearsals and/or practices are shot dude it's time to get it done a move on.
So when I saw her aunt trying to teach Motter how to put on make up I just about died. We still had to do her hair.
So I was getting ready. Put things in the car, make sure the flowers were there, make sure we had cameras and batteries, and memory cards and shoes, dresses, hair stuff.
But since I did not prepare for a hair dilema I didn't think about bringing two very important things that normally are in every house hold especially on the wedding day.
1. A curling iron
2. Hair spray
I don't use hair spray my hair doesn't need it and if I do I use my moms. I left my curling iron 2000 miles away in a different state.
We sent the family on the hunt for hair spray. Guess who had it. The uncle from Utah. Not the aunt but the uncle. The only person in 16,000 square foot house and it turned out to be a man.
Now I'm in a dress. I look cute and adorable. But I will tell you it was not the thing to wear that day because dresses do not straddle car seats very well when you are sitting backwards up front.
Yes, on the way there we met up with groom and best man who drove the two separate cars while Whitney and I worked on Motter's hair. We finished it seconds before arriving to the temple.
We get to the temple and no one is there.
No one.
No mom
No mom-in-law
No anyone.
But the temple was packed. Apparently there were stake temple days, baptisms, weddings, living endowments, and everything else you could think of going on that day.
Good grief. And I still had to put on my back up.
Of course I'm spending most of my time teasing Motter about what is going to happen to her after the wedding, (come on people newly weds with six hours to kill between marriage and reception how could I not?)
So the happy couple go off to meet with the temple president and I get all pretty for pictures. Eventually I make it back to Motter and we are in the brides room. I'm helping her get into her temple dress (she decided to do the wedding dress later for pictures, so practicle she is) and in the middle of it all I say, "Where is you mother? She needs to be here."
I mean come on! This is what the mother does for the daughter on the wedding day right????
So I go find the mother and when I tell her to go back to Motter she gets this, cool-I-need-to-go-back-there-for-some-reason nonchalant sort of thing.
Again me: *blinkblink*O_O*blinkblink*
Do these people know nothing about tradition!!!!
The wedding itself was beautiful.
There was a lot of personal reflection I got to experiene that I'll talk about later but just know it was amazing.
For now I'm going to end here and update about the rest of the wedding. Which is just as crazy let me tell you.
Friday, January 19, 2007
O_o
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Wednesday, December 27, 2006
My grandparents don't have enough to do....
As I'm sure you are aware from previous post there have been some huge remodeling going on around here. We finally have it mostly done. Even the little small details like...the existenes of walls....have been taken care of. Even more so we have base boards! Base boards are amazingly cool.
Yeah, they need to be cleaned or they don't look presteen white unlike normal stuff like...no...base...boards.
Um yeah.
Actually it looks beautitul and we are very happy. I'll get some pictures up.....eventually. :D
But why have we gone through all of this headach of not only remodeling but adding on...well...lots.
Basically my grandparents (mom's folks) have moved into the attatchment next door. They have a kitchen, living room, spare bedroom, two bathrooms, regular bedroom, food storage and a huuuuuuuge walk in closet. I can fit my bedroom in there. WITH my closet.
Sickening I tell ya.
So now that all of that work has been done and everything is slowing down my hyper active grandparents have devoted their time to...other things.
Take mom and dad's bed. I'm sitting in our new living room when my brother comes up and says, "Hey grandma has a job for you both to do." And he leads me to my parents room and my grandma is taking the comforter off their bed.
And you know what my grandma asks me?
Get this -
Do you know how to short sheet a bed?
I took one look at my grandma and said, "Oooooo they going to kill yoooouu!"
Of course knowing this still didn't stop me from helping her "fix" the best.
So mom and dad come home from dinner and a movie (btw this all took place on their wedding anniversary) and dad comes a little later asking about the bed.
I just say that it was grandma and grandpa's idea. They wanted to make the bed. They hadn't gone into yet. Nick and I just look at each other like, "This is going to be interesting."
Next thing I know my mom comes out of the room saying," Ok! I only have one question!"
Nick starts pointing at me! Like it's my fault! And I yell, "IT WASN'T ME!!"
Mom looks confused for a split second and then she gets that, I-was-worried-before-but-now-I-know-something-is-up look on her face and say, "What!" Which really meant tell me what's going on or I'll kill you!
I defiantly say, "Nothing, what's you question."
We do this for a few seconds before mom finally says, "Why were my parents in my room to even NOTICE my bed wasn't made?"
Dang it we could have gotten away with it!
So we had to tell them what happened. Fist mom says, "Those people don't have enough to do." and as she walks away says, "I'm telling dad on you."
When Nick and I are left alone to ponder the consequences of our actions like good children that get in trouble he says
"We really need to be better about sticking together when we get in trouble."
Yeah, they need to be cleaned or they don't look presteen white unlike normal stuff like...no...base...boards.
Um yeah.
Actually it looks beautitul and we are very happy. I'll get some pictures up.....eventually. :D
But why have we gone through all of this headach of not only remodeling but adding on...well...lots.
Basically my grandparents (mom's folks) have moved into the attatchment next door. They have a kitchen, living room, spare bedroom, two bathrooms, regular bedroom, food storage and a huuuuuuuge walk in closet. I can fit my bedroom in there. WITH my closet.
Sickening I tell ya.
So now that all of that work has been done and everything is slowing down my hyper active grandparents have devoted their time to...other things.
Take mom and dad's bed. I'm sitting in our new living room when my brother comes up and says, "Hey grandma has a job for you both to do." And he leads me to my parents room and my grandma is taking the comforter off their bed.
And you know what my grandma asks me?
Get this -
Do you know how to short sheet a bed?
I took one look at my grandma and said, "Oooooo they going to kill yoooouu!"
Of course knowing this still didn't stop me from helping her "fix" the best.
So mom and dad come home from dinner and a movie (btw this all took place on their wedding anniversary) and dad comes a little later asking about the bed.
I just say that it was grandma and grandpa's idea. They wanted to make the bed. They hadn't gone into yet. Nick and I just look at each other like, "This is going to be interesting."
Next thing I know my mom comes out of the room saying," Ok! I only have one question!"
Nick starts pointing at me! Like it's my fault! And I yell, "IT WASN'T ME!!"
Mom looks confused for a split second and then she gets that, I-was-worried-before-but-now-I-know-something-is-up look on her face and say, "What!" Which really meant tell me what's going on or I'll kill you!
I defiantly say, "Nothing, what's you question."
We do this for a few seconds before mom finally says, "Why were my parents in my room to even NOTICE my bed wasn't made?"
Dang it we could have gotten away with it!
So we had to tell them what happened. Fist mom says, "Those people don't have enough to do." and as she walks away says, "I'm telling dad on you."
When Nick and I are left alone to ponder the consequences of our actions like good children that get in trouble he says
"We really need to be better about sticking together when we get in trouble."
Friday, December 08, 2006
Cover ups need to STAY covered up!!!
Nick almost blew my cover!
Mom, Dad, Nick, and I were waiting around for someone to come back and tell us about my credit score (the reasons for this to come in a later post. Which will have to wait until after I get some pictures for those who will enevitably ask for them), when out of the blue Nick asks
"Mom how do I get a gift certificate off of iTunes?"
My heart dropped. It dropped even farther when she in an accusing voice said
"Why would you ask ME?!?!"
My heart was racing. Usually I'm prepared for these kinds of things but I just was NOT expecting Nick to ask about it. Usually he consults me first or something. Did he do that? NO!!!
He is so dead, I thought to myself. Nick very calmly said, "Well you use iTunes all the time. You know these things."
I looked her straight in the eye and repeated what he said (not as calmly) but I would not look away and the look of accusation on her face lasted just a little two long for my comfort. But I stood my ground!
Fortunately for us she was very sick and very cranky from waiting around for that guy with my credit score and just attributed her reaction to that and not to the laughable (but likely) idea that her children could possibly know about the gift certificates.
But now I have to be more careful with any other gifts I accidently open.
Mom, Dad, Nick, and I were waiting around for someone to come back and tell us about my credit score (the reasons for this to come in a later post. Which will have to wait until after I get some pictures for those who will enevitably ask for them), when out of the blue Nick asks
"Mom how do I get a gift certificate off of iTunes?"
My heart dropped. It dropped even farther when she in an accusing voice said
"Why would you ask ME?!?!"
My heart was racing. Usually I'm prepared for these kinds of things but I just was NOT expecting Nick to ask about it. Usually he consults me first or something. Did he do that? NO!!!
He is so dead, I thought to myself. Nick very calmly said, "Well you use iTunes all the time. You know these things."
I looked her straight in the eye and repeated what he said (not as calmly) but I would not look away and the look of accusation on her face lasted just a little two long for my comfort. But I stood my ground!
Fortunately for us she was very sick and very cranky from waiting around for that guy with my credit score and just attributed her reaction to that and not to the laughable (but likely) idea that her children could possibly know about the gift certificates.
But now I have to be more careful with any other gifts I accidently open.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Bonnie and Clyde: The Marshmellow Version
My family has always loved toy guns. Of every kind. When we were kids we had these bright orange and green water guns that looked like hand held machine guns. We spray painted them black to look like real guns. No cowboys and indians for us. We were a modern family. It was all about gangster territory fueds! So years later that love for toy guns has not gone out of us. Mom bought these marshmellow shooters for the kids at the office party. They never made it out of the house. Next thing I know I come home to see two bags of large marshmellows with dad and Nick shooting large marshmellows at each other.
After some experimentation we realized that only one of the guns worked. I myself got tired of shooting someone with a defective gun and just started throwing the little puffs of marsh at my family. We DID NOT throw them at mom. That is a big no no!
Or face the wrath of Dad!
We decided to start having family night. We don't do that often. But since we all are starting to spread out we are trying to do more stuff together. So my older brother and younger sister came over. And they joined in on the fun!
It was just like when we were kids. Mom would work around the kitchen while the kids with dad would run around through stuff at each other. This time it was all about the marshmellows. Of course with everything things started getting out of hand. Usually starting with someone getting mildly hurt. Like Brian throwing a marshmellow just a little bit to hard at my head. And then I go psycho and throwing marshmellow after marshmellow at Brian. My anger being gone long ago I just throw to teach my brother to never throw something at my head like that again. And I get some kicks out of it at the same time.
I know I'm evil >)
Eventually I'm stuffing marshmellows down my sister pants and rubbing into my older bro's skin. That's when I knew I had gone a little too far. I run and hide downstairs.
Now, I know the rules have changed in our family when I don't hear Brian chasing me. I know the rules have changed even farther when as I try to make my way upstairs after I wait in my locked bathroom that every corner I look around and every room and search is cleared of any sibling looking for vengance.
This is a whole new world I have to deal with. Now I don't know who to trust or if I should. I'm not going back into the great room because who knows what they'll do to me. I decide to hide around the corner in the hallway. Trying to over hear what they are saying. I hear my older brother saying he's got something planned for me and my mother is begging him not to ruin my bedroom. And you want to know why?
Because she was worried about him ruining the brand new carpet and door!
No family ties keeps us safe around here, I'm telling you!
I decide to hide in my parents room for a while and then I hear the dogs being let in. The first thing that happens to those dogs when they get let in is be put in the kennels. Do you know where the kennels are?
In my parents bedroom.
I rush to my mom's closet. It's a walkin and I quietly close the door leaving it cracked just enough for me to see and hear what's going on. My whole family is int here and I'm praying that mom won't need to get into the closet. I try to move around and hide behind clothes but there isn't enough room and it was making too much noise. So I'm not only stuck but in danger of giving myself away because I paniced!
Finally they all leave and I wait long enough to make sure no one comes back. I find out later that Nick did come back because he suspected I was in there. Good thing I waited.
I did sneak out at one point and mom caught me but she didn't say anything. Eventually I make my way outside because I was not going to get caught after all of that work. I know they aren't going to do anything to me. But I wanted to get a hold of the working gun before they got to me. I guess my absence was long enough that they felt I needed to be checked on. So I went back inside got the gun. And blew them away.
Well not blown away but they were surprised to find me upstairs in the kitchen. Having no idea how I got there.
And all because of a few marshmellows.
Monday, December 04, 2006
Scrapebook glue...not JUST for scapebooking!
Mom got a package today in the mail.
From iTunes.
Probably my favorite online store.
But you don't GET things from iTunes. Not in the mail anyway. It's all digital.
So of course seeing the package got me VERY curious. So....I opened the package. And found about six or seven white envelopes. One was empty...moving on to the next and what did I find?
A gift card for $50!
Crap! I just found $300 worth of Christmas gifts. How did I know this? The card actually said Merry Christmas love Mom and Dad.
I very quickly I put all the envelopes back in the package while my brother Nick looked at me like I was going crazy. I looked at him, smiled and tried to look innocent. Which means...obviously that I did something wrong.
He looked at the package I was trying to make look like it hadn't been opened and said as if accusing me, "You just opened a Christmas present didn't you?"
"No," was all I said, which of course meant yes.
Frantically I looked around trying to find tape and Nick being the brilliant kid he is said, "You need glue not tape!" But no glue was to be found.
I was wearing a blanket around my waist to keep my legs warm so I stuffed the package down my blanket. Heading downstairs to grab my scrapebooking supplies. Lots of adhesives!
But I came up with some problems:
1. I had to use my fingur to spread the glue in a convincing manner and couldn't get in off my fingure!
2. the glue had to dry
3.
Well, three didn't come to me until later. After I went back upstairs when Nick announced that he needed me to help him find the dried diced onions.
Yeah random. So he drags me downstairs and before telling me what he needed to know he says, "You're kind of slow on the uptake...you need to read my signals better." Yeah like dried onions are some kind of signal.
But my brother helped me with the conspiracy and told me to wait til tomorrow to slip the package in the mail cause mom already saw the days mail. She would know something was up.
So that's #3. Keep mom from seeing a discrepancy in the mail.
Scrapebooking saves the day! And my brother. What would I do without him!
From iTunes.
Probably my favorite online store.
But you don't GET things from iTunes. Not in the mail anyway. It's all digital.
So of course seeing the package got me VERY curious. So....I opened the package. And found about six or seven white envelopes. One was empty...moving on to the next and what did I find?
A gift card for $50!
Crap! I just found $300 worth of Christmas gifts. How did I know this? The card actually said Merry Christmas love Mom and Dad.
I very quickly I put all the envelopes back in the package while my brother Nick looked at me like I was going crazy. I looked at him, smiled and tried to look innocent. Which means...obviously that I did something wrong.
He looked at the package I was trying to make look like it hadn't been opened and said as if accusing me, "You just opened a Christmas present didn't you?"
"No," was all I said, which of course meant yes.
Frantically I looked around trying to find tape and Nick being the brilliant kid he is said, "You need glue not tape!" But no glue was to be found.
I was wearing a blanket around my waist to keep my legs warm so I stuffed the package down my blanket. Heading downstairs to grab my scrapebooking supplies. Lots of adhesives!
But I came up with some problems:
1. I had to use my fingur to spread the glue in a convincing manner and couldn't get in off my fingure!
2. the glue had to dry
3.
Well, three didn't come to me until later. After I went back upstairs when Nick announced that he needed me to help him find the dried diced onions.
Yeah random. So he drags me downstairs and before telling me what he needed to know he says, "You're kind of slow on the uptake...you need to read my signals better." Yeah like dried onions are some kind of signal.
But my brother helped me with the conspiracy and told me to wait til tomorrow to slip the package in the mail cause mom already saw the days mail. She would know something was up.
So that's #3. Keep mom from seeing a discrepancy in the mail.
Scrapebooking saves the day! And my brother. What would I do without him!
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