Sunday, January 24, 2010

Witness Protection Program

It appears that I have joined the witness protection program, or, even better, I'm like Jennifer Garner in Alias, except this is not a wig. I needed a change. Too bad it's not an act of me being noble, like Jo March in Little Women. Why am I comparing myself to all these fictional characters? I've no idea. But at any rate, check me out! and tell me it looks good and I made a good decision. I need soothing words to calm my regretful little soul.
At least we'll save on shampoo...

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Last week's adventures

Last week was an interesting one. Thursday after work, I was making my little way home, and trying to be quick about because Steve and I were attempting to make it to the six o' clock session. But my journey was slightly impeded, mostly because I slammed my car in the the back of a really nice Sequoia. Good work on my part, i know. I have never been in an accident before. Thankfully I wasn't hurt and neither was the lady I rammed into like a billy goat, but my car did not fare nearly as well. Currently my escape resides in an auto body shop. While dealing with the lady I hit, the cops and calling Steve, my main focus was to stop my hands from shaking and NOT to cry. I cried later, and realized that my life actually will go on. These are the times we are grateful for insurance and for a brother in-law that is an insurance agent.
On a happier note, Steve and I got a kitten on Friday! We drove all the way to the back scary creepy deserts of Maricopa to pick up our free kitty. We named him Mate, not like the austrailian mate, but like the south american drink Steve decided to become temporarily obsessed with yesterday. Its pronounced MAW-TAY. He's kind of a freak, the cat, not Steve, but he makes us laugh. I forgot how kittens attack everything that slightly moves.
Anyway, so it was an eventful week. Hopefully I get my car back next week, otherwise Steve is going to have to give me vampire rides everywhere.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

The Unicorn of Love

These are the notes Steve took today in sacrament meeting. He's a brilliant artist.
-Up top there, you can see Adam & Eve on the verge of transgression.
-Then we have the unicorn rainbow of love. We have a magical type of love.
-And the bottom fella there, is NOT a member of the KKK, in fact he is the lead singer of The Red Hot Chili Peppers as he appears in their first music video entitled "True Men Don't Kill Coyotes."
The topic of our sarament meeting was about focusing your thoughts. Done and doner.

Sunday, January 3, 2010


Today's Releif Society lesson focused briefly on New Year's Resolutions. I haven't made a list of resolutions since I was in junior high. I always felt like New Year resolutions gave people an excuse to improve themselves, and I would think, why do we need excuses to change? Shouldn't we want to improve anyway, everyday? Anyway, today I felt differently about New Year's Resolutions as women in the room shared what they were going to personally improve this year. It made me realize that I haven't consciously written down something that I need to work on in years. I'm not above New Year's Resolutions! I have lots to work on, but I decided, for now, to start working on developing a few good habits and as I succeed I'll gradually add more to my list. This is what I have so far: 1. I want to write in my journal at least every other day (I've tried the every day and it can become daunting). I haven't written in my journal once since I have been married. Its horrible, I used to be much better. I remember a talk given by President Eyring a few years ago. He said for an extended number of years, he has been writing down every single day how he saw the act of God in his life that day. I actually tried doing that, I was faithful for about two weeks (impressive right?) so not long, but it was a memorable experience and I remember feeling truly happy when I would look for things to write about that night. Every other day. We'll see how it goes, but I have high hopes. 2. This one is embarrassing and short-term. I still haven't sent out our Thank You notes from the wedding (four long months ago). I will send those out by the end of January. So for now, just two pretty small resolutions. Baby steps.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Rubber Sole Surprise!

Today my husband came home from throwing away some garbage in our complex, like usual he looked like he just threw up. (Some background info: our trash receptacles, nice word I know, are beyond disgusting. Breathing while throwing something away in is not recommended or safe.) But today he seemed to have an elevated level is disgustedness on his face. Apparently he was bravely approaching the dumpster when he felt his foot land on something soft and slippery. After slipping, he regained his balance to determine what had caused this unexpected disturbance in his equlibriam (sp?). The culprit? A dirty, poopy diaper. He came home with some baby's poop on the bottom of his shoe. I was no help whatsoever, mostly because I was laughing so hard. I'm not sure what is worse, stepping on a poopy diaper, or on a dead squirrel. Yes, I have stepped on a dead squirrel. It was squishy and I did scream. That happened about three years ago in Connecticut durng my nanny days and I can still vividly remember what that stupid squirrel felt like under my thin shoe sole. Its was horrible and tramatic, obviously. Oh the things we step in....or on.