Photo booth!

I always wanted photo booth pictures! So we got some!

Home sick... blechk.

So I got up this morning not really wanting to go to work. There was a task awaiting me that I really just wanted to skip all together. It was a luncheon that I truly had no interest in attending. It was made especially true by the fact that I found out upon arriving at work that I would actually be speaking at said luncheon. As you can imagine, I was thrilled. I joked about saying that I wasn't feeling all that well and would have to go home. Little did I know that my body would respond to the power of suggestion. I got sick! Fevery, nauseous, achy-body sick.

I've always suspected that my body has more power than I ever give it credit for. As I look back on life there are definite times when my body has been telling me something that I just wouldn't listen to. The most powerful example would have to be "the winter of Vaughn".

About 5 years ago I started dating a nice man named Vaughn. Well, dating is a strong term. I had actually just gotten completely out of a relationship that was "on again, off again, what the crap is going on here anyways" for good. I felt so free! So happy! It was a two year span that had sucked quite a bit of life out of me and I was happy to have it back. Well, the next day Vaughn asked me to play games with he and his roommates. At first I declined because I wasn't really attracted to him, but after some persistence on his part, I thought why not, what have you got to loose? and I went. It was a nice enough time and that was that. Well, he asked me out again, and I kind of just went with the flow. I don't know what it was about my sole-sucking relationship with he-who-must-not-be-named, but it had turned part of my brain to mush. Fortunately, my body wasn't that stupid.

As the relationship went on, he thought he wanted to marry me. I said that was nice, but didn't really do the commitment thing out loud. He wanted to look at rings, I wanted to throw up. (I really was an idiot huh!) He succeeded in getting me to go to one ring shop and look. I agreed against my better judgement and we went to Fred Meyer jewelers (which to this day gives me a nauseous feeling when I go by there) and looked very quickly at a few rings. Then we went to a ball game, back to his apt for a movie and I got sick. Not just a little, but the 'take me home now or your carpet's gonna regret this' sick. He said I could use his bathroom, I said I wanted to die in the comfort of my own bed. We made it to the corner of the block where he had to pull over while I opened the door and lost the lemon chicken we had had for dinner. Eeewww. I can't eat lemon chicken anymore either, or go by the street corner with out groaning.

As it turned out I got every strain of flu that could be had that winter (there were 5), two colds, and one severe case of strep throat. Then I broke up with him in February and made a miraculous recovery! I feel it important to mention that we started "dating" the end of November with a nice fat Christmas break in between. That's a lot of sick in a little time.

Now, I don't know if attending the luncheon today would really have been that bad, but I'm certainly not feeling any heartache over the matter... but I'm not feeling better either. Hmmm.

In my recent past

A List:

1. I have started teaching piano lessons. I have one student and she's from the ward. I think that I actually have a chance at success here because she already plays notes due to her extensive practice on the cello. Now if I can help transfer that knowledge to use in tickling the ivories.

2. I have recently decided that I should only have sugar two days a week. Now, don't get to hasty, not sugar in all things, but any type of desserty/chocolately bit. Last weeks "Wednesday Sugar Binge" took it's course and somehow I have got to get control. In the mission field my companion and I decided that if we could control what we ate we could quite possible control the world. Clearly that has happened yet.

3. I have decided to take a more active part in cooking... Truly it is a shame that I have gotten this far. I was such a good housewife when we first got married. David hardly ever went without a good home cooked meal. Then reality hit. I'm shooting for twice a week not including Sunday. If I make enough for leftover then we're set right!

4. Spurred on by "Super Saturdayness" I finally bound two quilts. Actually three, but I'm mostly proud of the one that has been sitting in the den for approximately 5 months now. Last Saturday was Relief Society Super Saturday and I was asked to help with the quilt. It was just going to be another source of unfinished guilt, so I "girded up my loins" and got it done! I dropped it off for the Humanitarian office today.

5. I've finally decided to become an active participate in Good Reads. I have had a few invitations and I finally responded to them. I'm really quite excited!

Quantum of Solace

So, today was a good day and a bad day. The good part was that I got a free ticket to the new James Bond thriller "Quantum of Solace". We went as a work group to the 10 am showing. I always hate it when people spoil things for me so I will reveal nothing of the plot. I will say that I really really really liked it. Of course I also hate it when people say that to me cause then I have high expectations and nothing ever lives up to them. So, forget that I said I liked it, in fact it was stupid, hardly worth your time to go really. I wouldn't have but I'm a sucker for free things. But if you want to go and need someone to go with you, I'll sacrifice and "hold your hand" through the painful experience of watching such a horrid movie. :)

K, the bad part of the day was going to the dentist! YUCK!! I had a small cavity that needed to be filled. My mouth is still numb and at first when I tried to talk I sounded like I had had a stroke. And the drool, oh the drool... But I was so thirsty! I know, traumatic. Somehow I survived though.

And just to round out the James Bond thing, isn't there something terribly yummy about Daniel Craig... That is all.

The Power of 8... I've been tagged

8 TV shows I love to watch
Chuck (by far my favorite)
The Office
30 Rock
Black Books (no longer on the air but well worth your time)
M*A*S*H
Grey's Anatomy
Bones
Life

8 (or 4?) Favorite Restaurants
Indian Oven
Olive Garden
Formosa
Cafe Rio
... Let's face it, I don't eat out that much

8 Things that happened yesterday
I ate massive amounts of sugar
We started the first CGSA meeting at work (Catering Snack and Game Association)
I changed my blog format
Went to the gymn way stinkin early in the morning
I went to the doctor and found out that I'm perfectly capable of having cysts, just not so much a child right now.
I had pumpkin squares and chocolate covered raisins for dinner.
I scared my husband as he was coming up the stairs... it was wonderful.

8 Things I love about this fall
The chill in the air
The fall colors, however briefly they may be here
The excitement that we are a bit closer to Christmas
New television shows
Staying in bed when it's cold outside
Hot chocolate in the mornings
Pumpkin desserts
Time with family

8 things on my wish list
New clothes
David to be done with school
A new home
An anonymous donor to pay off my student loans!
A child
And electric blanket to keep my feet warm
A ceiling that isn't slanted
Closet space for the new clothes

8 things I'm looking forward to
The first snowfall
Christmas music after Thanksgiving
Rearranging my furniture to fit in the tree
Playing games with family
Christmas break from work! Two full weeks!
Reading a new book
A vacation in March to Mexico!!
Prospects of a bright future.

8 people I tag
Whoever wants to be.

Fun huh!

Thanks Katherine!

Censorship

Do you ever find yourself writing away and censoring your own work? I started this blog so that I could throw myself out to the cosmic wonders of the internet world and let my voice be heard. My thoughts, feelings, opinions, etc. I didn't care about structure or political correctness. It was my blog and I would write anything I dang well pleased.

Now I find myself wondering if what I say will be liked, read, taken seriously, jokingly, make me look a fool... then I realized that it's too late. My husband recently told a friend that she should read my blog because she would then get a greater insight into who I am. I'm not entirely sure what that means. I've never thought of myself as the type of person who hides her emotions or feelings, but then again, maybe I am.

My mother used to tell me that if I would just let my personality show then someone was bound to finally, at long last, fall in love with me and whisk me away into eternal marriage-bliss. I hated it when she said those kind of things. Like it was my fault that the boys weren't lining up to ask me out. I was doing the best I could. And believe it or not, those boys who did take the time to get to know me actually did fall for me... problem was I couldn't quite bring myself to fall for them. If marriage was all that was to be sought after then I could have had that taken care of years and years ago... I just wouldn't have been happy. Not that they weren't decent boys, some of them were very nice, but they just weren't the right match for me. There's so much more to life than to settle for the first thing that comes your way. Why not take your time, be picky, and create your own bliss?

I waited to get married. Not necessarily because I wanted to, but because the right guy simply hadn't come along. It wasn't easy to do. There were many days of wondering what was wrong with me. Was their some kind of fundamental error in my make-up that deemed me unworthy of marriage? Was I took picky? Had my ship come in and I had missed it? Was I doomed to wander the planet alone? I was even going to write a book about my dating trials. I was going to call it "But I Don't Want to be Like Sherry Dew"

Then David and I connected. We laughed together and we cried together. We are sometimes going through hell together. But at the end of it all, I get to be with him forever... in our own little world of teasing and laughing and getting over our misunderstandings bliss. David is my match. It's sometimes overwhelming to think that eternity is ours together. Makes all the rest of the trials we go through worth it.

Spooktacular Events

Well, as you all know, Halloween was last Friday. And what a Halloween it was. David and I decided that we would skip out on the festivities here in Logan and go for something far more exciting... yep, we went to Grace. We stayed at my brother's house and watched scary movies. Well, scary is really not quite the word I'm looking for. How about, weird and kind of stupid mixed in with a healthy dose of crazy. We watched "Willard". It was about a guy who made friends with rats... That's really all I have to say about it. We did stay up till 2 a.m. though... still haven't recovered from that, not sure I ever will.

Anyway, I did get there early enough to go Trick or Treating with the kids. And it's a good thing too cause I had my costume on and everything. Halloween is one of my all time favorite holidays. I LOVE to dress up! So I went to work as a witch and wore the costume the whole stinkin' night! I made it successfully through Trick or Treating with only a few mishaps and then the kids thought it would be fun to scalp me on the way home. For some reason they didn't believe that it was my real hair. Odd huh. All in all it was a good night.

Laurelin, Griffen, and Nessa

Me, of course.