Wednesday, April 8, 2009

For lack of a better thing to write about....

So once again, I'm writing a blog down to the wire, but for some reason, I made enough time to write a stupid quiz note on facebook. So I'm gonna just copy and paste here. Lame beyond lame I know, but feel free to fill it out yourself.

1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? My middle name is the same as this girl that was on my older brother's soccer team (her girlfriend of a sort)
2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Probably last Tuesday, it was a long long day
3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? Well it's legible, and everyone kept complimenting it on Monday night
5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? Just my son, Phoenix, a beta
6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? I'm pretty freaking sure that I would, I'm an amazing person!
7. DO YOU USE SARCASM? Naw, not one freaking bit. I'm the least sarcastic person you could ever meet
8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Yup, and my appendix and my gallbladder!
10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? That's like chosing between your favorite shoes.....I freaking love cereal but if I must choose....Lucky Charms
11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? Generally no, there is something very liberating? about just pulling your shoes off at the end of the day
13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? cookie dough and birthday cake batter
14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Their teeth or if they breathe loudly.
16. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? I try not to focus on those things but I'm gonna have to say my ability to grow hair at super human speed
19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? dark blue jeans and no shoes i'm barefoot as much as I can
21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? The Nasonex bee ad on the t.v.
22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Remember when crayoloa introduced all those new colors and everyone got to name them in 1993? I would be all of those colors Robins Egg Blue, Macaroni and Cheese, Denim, Mauvelous, Granny Smith Apple, Pacific Blue, Purple Mountains Majesty, Razmatazz, Shamrock, Tickle Me Pink (and yes I looked some of them up!)
23. FAVORITE SMELL? Boy Smell, Anything Tropical-y, limes and lemons, and the ocean
25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? Heck no, Heather is the worst ever! Just kidding, she isn't my smarty-pants wife for nothing!
26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? On TV? Like none, I hate watching sports on TV, but I love watching pretty much any sport live. But definitely hockey.
27. HAIR COLOR? Redish brownish right now. I'm in need of a dye job
28. EYE COLOR? Hazel-y but sometimes they can be more green or more brown, I'm a believer that they change with my mood
29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? I want to but I can't afford them right now so I wear glasses
30. FAVORITE FOOD? I love pizza, like soooo soooo much!
31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Well here's the thing, I used to think that I liked scary movies as long as a dude was with me, but early on in the year I saw a scary movie with a guy and I hated hated HATED it! I really like happy ending movies.
32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? X-Files, I want to believe
34. SUMMER OR WINTER? Sprummer I like the time right before summer and right after winter
35. HUGS OR KISSES? Kisses from boys and my niece and nephews, hugs from everyone else!
36. FAVORITE DESSERT? Cheesecake, cake, pie, okay anything that could be considered a relative of cakes, but since Tedi made me Cakies I freaking fell in love with them.
37. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? I have no idea
38. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? See above question
39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? The encyclopedia of useless information
40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? I don't have one, eat that quiz
41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT? I watched a rerun of scrubs on my computer, does that count as watching TV?
42. FAVORITE SOUND(S)? Falling rain, the laughter of friends, words of affection, my ipod, the sound of a handsome man breathing in my ear
45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? Making others laugh, giving AWESOME hugs, being compassionate, healing people in my own way
46. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Long Beach, California
48. HOW DID YOU MEET YOUR SPOUSE/SIGNIFICANT OTHER? Oh it was a magical night.....I was at the circus and he was cleaning up the elephant poo, he saw me from across the big tent and all time stopped. He pushed aside some floating popcorn and suddenly I ran away, it was love at first sight. (anyone who knows what that is from gets a cookie!)
49. IS THE CUP HALF FULL OR HALF EMPTY? Half full, always will be
50. IF YOU COULD SIT DOWN TO DINNER WITH FIVE PEOPLE WHO WOULD YOU CHOOSE? Matthew Gray Gubler, Jane Austen, Judy Garland, Jim Halpert, and Mister Rogers

Tuesday, April 7, 2009


Nyquill is a terrible terrible thing. Okay, so it's actually a good thing because it helps me when I'm sick. But the problem here is that when you take it too late in the evening, it makes for getting up in the morning and being a successful human being a bit difficult.
Anyway, I'll move on.

I had a bit of a revolving door house today. My home teachers (and for those of you playing the game at home, those are two males in my church who come and visit me once a month, they check to make sure that I'm healthy, don't need any yard work done, or any nails needing to be hammered. The female counterparts are called visiting teachers and usually result in baked goods being brought to my house and complaining about men and high grocery prices) came to visit. Now this is usually an ordinary thing but I really can't stand one of my home teachers. He called me today and said "We'll be over in 40 minutes". I had just gotten done running on my treadmill and was COVERED in stinky sweat. Thanks a bunch Matt for making forever cemented in your mind as the girl who always looks nasty at home.

Anyway after the guys left, but before I could even start folding my laundry the Relief Society (again for those of you who don't know, the Relief Society is the group in our church for women 18 and older where we meet and talk about why we are women and how we can help the Lord with our God given talents) presidency from a nearby ward came to visit. I go to what is called a student ward, which is pretty straight forward. It's a ward specifically geared to students age 18-30. Singles wards on the other hand are for people who are single and are 18 and up. There are some very specific differences between a single and a student ward.
Here's a list since I haven't done one in a while.
  • Student wards consist of people ALWAYS stressing about their grades
  • Singles ward consist of people ALWAYS stressing about getting married before they are 25.
  • Student wards are generally a younger population of people
  • Singles wards are for anyone over 18 who isn't married
  • Student wards are less of a meat meat market and invite a lot of intellectual conversation
  • Singles wards generally are a feeding frenzy to find a wife/husband
  • Student wards have more reality based persons
  • Singles wards are very un-realistic
  • Student ward's bishops focus on living morally clean (not having premarital sex)
  • Singles wards bishops constantly push getting married
Okay so these are SWEEPING generalities and I'm pretty sure there isn't that much of a difference, but in my mind there is. But the ladies visiting were from a singles ward and were wooing me to come to their ward instead of the local student ward.

Sadly though I had already heard their song from a male delegation that had arrived on my doorstep only 5 days prior to their visit. I almost said yes on the spot due to one of the men being VERY attractive.

But until I tap all the male resources in the current ward I'll stick with the one I have.

Oh yeah.....and I feel really close to God when I'm at that ward, can't forget the part about God.


Monday, April 6, 2009

My Beeper

Okay so I caved, I decided to write a blog about my damn beeper/pager.


Yeah I work in a hospital and I get a pager, essentially just like everyone else at work. Yet when I wear it on my waistband of my scrubs I feel like I can freaking rule the whole world with just the dinky gadget strapped to my waist.

I'm not really sure what this tiny square of plastic and electronics has inside it that makes me feel like a freaking super hero. Its like Wonder Woman's lasso, Superman's cape, Batman's batarang, and The Hulks purple pants all mixed into one. I literally can feel the awesome escape me when I take it off my pants at the end of the day.

I feel really important working at such an amazing hospital. I mean our hospital is one of the foremost leaders in research and development in the state. We are adjacent to one of the best pediatric hospitals in the state as well as many of the states that surround us. Maybe the fact that that pager connects me to that hospital down to it's new installed wiring.

I guess I can equate it with this. When I was a younger kid, I would take my mom's cell phone from her purse when we were at the supermarket and I would go a few aisles down and pretend to talk on it so people would think I'm a tech-savy 14 year old. I felt like the coolest kid even though no one validated that. Now I feel like I'm cool when I have this pager.

On another note, I finally got my own pair of SUPER comfy, super against the rules that I have it, hospital scrubs.

I love my job!

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Epic fail....

I totally didn't blog-apply myself today, too much stuff was going on and I was too far away from Vaughn (my laptop) for a great portion of the day that I couldn't write the fab blog I'm promising to myself and to the WORLD!

Anyway, I was concocting what to write about at work today and all I could come up with (oops it's tecnically day 6) talking about my beeper and why it makes me feel so awesome, but that will have to be craftily written for it to be of any interest to anyone else, so it will happen another day.


Saturday, April 4, 2009


Okay so if you want to get technical it's still day three, except it isn't because it's 3 in the morning. Three in the morning constitutes the next day. Anyway, I have a bit of pent up energy, I just got home from dancing with some girls and I have to write about it.

Now most of you are gonna look at this story and say "so what?" So I will give you some back-story to make it less of a "so what" type reaction. If after you hear the back-story and the actual story and you still think "so what" I'm sorry to have wasted your time.

So let's just get it out there blogging world....I'm a Mormon (oh yes I am!) I'm proud of this fact, I love my religion, I believe every word I'm told (after careful spiritual pondering, of course), and I don't need anyone getting on my blog telling me what a crock my religion is. I believe it's true and I've heard every anti-Mormon sentiment you can throw at me and it still won't shake my beliefs.
Hem Hem....moving on.
But as a member of the LDS faith, there are patterns one must follow. One of them being how you dance. Now dancing is really low on the totem pole of sins that you could commit. I'm sure that my Bishop would be waaaaay more worried about me having premarital sex than he would about where my hips where going while I was busting a move. But still, it's common knowledge that grinding, freak dancing, dry humping vertically, whatever the heck you want to call it, is somewhat frowned upon.
The dance that I mentioned in yesterday's blog I ended up going to. It was actually really fun, I went with two of my best friends, Rachel and Laura. The music wasn't TOO bad. The problem with being a LDS girl like myself, is that the only music that people really like dancing to that doesn't involve a huge possibility for rejection is hip hop. I'm hoping that you are drawing a conclusion here, but for those of you who aren't on our page, I'll explain.
Have you ever tried to dance not sexy to a hip hop song? Granted, I will say I do NOT dance sexy....I try but the fact that I'm white shines through my attempts, so it rarely comes out sexy, it's more like my hip is breaking and I'm trying to dance and not be in pain. But anyway there really isn't a way you can't dance to that type of music without swaying your hips a bit....maybe a shimmy here or there.
But people at what basically boils down to a MORMON dance were grinding all up on each other. I swear at one point I was dancing next to a couple that were having sex on the floor. Now that might make me sound like a bit of a prude. I'm not, for the record. I mean I got my freak on, just not in a way that looked like I was getting my freak on. I let a guy get pretty close, it was enjoyable, actually I let many guys get close, in way that could be considered "dirty dancing" but I wasn't, you know, rubbing places on the guy with places on my body (trying to keep it PG, here)
It made me feel liberated in a way. That I could just make one move on a guy sort of shuffling past and he could dance with me, or he could keep moving. It made for a lot less feeling like a loser when someone would reject me. Rachel and I actually came up with a move similar to a sandwich. We would stand just far enough away from eachother that a normal sized human being could squeeze through. If we both nodded in just such a way and a guy was walking through that space, we would ambush him from both sides. I guess you could compare it to Chris Kattan and Will Farrell in "Night at The Roxberry" when they bounce a girl back and forth between thier pelvis's. It was less dirty and much prettier when Rach and I did it, though. We didn't trap the poor guy, we gave them enough leeway that they could escape without pushing one or both of us over, but it made for a much more fun time and we got to dance with a lot of cool guys.
Wait, was that us exploiting the fact that guys love when two girls do anything that could be constitued at somewhat sexual together? The whole two girls bit? Uh oh!

Anyway, I'm gonna go to bed now becuase I'm almost asleep at the keyboard. Never a good idea.

Oh and to all of you who read this and thought it was a crap post I'm sorry, but I actually loved writing this one.

Friday, April 3, 2009


I can't believe it's only day three of BEDA and I already can't think of things to write about. That's so depressing. I think it's because tiny chicken disease is at it's peak right now. I have an ear, throat, nose, and head ache. I didn't get much sleep last night due to the tiny chicken eggs stuck in my head, they blocked my nasal passages even with a breathe right strip and my medicated chest rub (oi, that sounds so disgusting!). I'm not a mouth breather and mouth breathers make me sick, but last night unfortunatly so I didn't become a victim of suffocation I had to breathe through my mouth. Anyway this topic sucks so I'm moving on.....

I was going to go see The Fast and The Furious with some boys from church for my friend Jack's birthday but honestly I'm not going. I have 15 minutes to get downtown and I won't have any girl back up so I can't gush about how hot someone is on the movie screen. Guys don't want to hear that crap.

I'm also supposed to go to this ginormous dance that's being held in the city tonight for Conference weekend, but I'm really not feeling it. I went 2 years ago and unless you bring guys with you, you have no one to dance with. The music mostly sucks as well at these. I really just want to get in my jammies and have someone come over and cuddle with me. I'm just in that mode you know?

Speaking of cuddling, my facebook informed me that April 7th is unofficial cuddling day. So get your partners early. I'm hoping I get snatched up pretty soon (yeah right!) But I put it up as my facebook status so hopefully someone takes the bait!

Yeah, that's about all I got....I think I'm gonna put myself in a NyQuil induced sleep soon!

Hopefully I will have better things to say soon!

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Day 2

On goes the BEDA

Last night Laura and I went to the Post Secret Event. It was AMAZING, I got to meet Frank Warren, the creator and see some awesome Post Secrets, heard others spill their secrets, and share one with my best friend Laura. It was a really awesome experience.

After that, we decided to go to Ashley's house and watch Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist in our jammies because none of us had work/school in the morning. I love spontaneous late night get-togethers. It's one of the things I absolutley LOVE about living on my own. Not that I didn't love living at home, but it's just really nice to be able to get a phone call in the middle of the night asking if I want to go to IHOP in my jammies and be able to say a resounding YES! I just love spending time with the two of them. They really in the short time I've known them become two of my greatest friends.

In other news, I have the Achiever back. I'm hoping this is the last time for a LONG time that I have to get it fixed because frankly, I don't know how much more beneficial it will be to keep fixing it. It drives so much better now, I can only conclude it's because the axle is properly attached this time. But in picking it up, I got to see my Momma, Jeff, and Grandma and Grandpa. Not to mention Laura met all of them, so now we can officially get married. Ha Ha I kid of course!

And now, because I'm lazy I'll just do a bullet point list of things I need to say.
  • I'm really gassy becuase Laura gave me a fiber one bar, and aparently I fart hardcore in my sleep.
  • I have tiny chicken disease running rampant through my head right now.
  • I played a really funny April Fools Joke on my friend Rick that in actuality may have only been funny to me and Laura.
  • Frank Warren signed my book last night and it is another prized possession.
And yeah....that's it. Not the best blog I could write but it's BEDA not BEDAWFIWWBIA
(Blog every day and write funny informative well worded blogs in April)

Thank you and Goodnight (well day it's only one in the afternoon)

Wednesday, April 1, 2009


Maureen Johnson (one of my favorite authors) has put up a challenge ( to Blog Every Day In April or BEDA as it's known. I felt this was a challenge I could definitely undertake. I actually really love blogging and reading other people's blogs, so long as it has relevant information on it. So here I try.

I think Katy is really the only person so far that actually follows my blogs (HI KATY!) but I've realized I'm a tad remiss in updating it actually about my life. Although if you know me well, you know that music is a really big way in how I feel emotion and live my life. But with this challenge also comes a challenge within a challenge. I need to speak more of my own words and stop leaning on the words of others to say how I feel.

I've been really sick the last two days, like barfy-can't-eat-or-drink-anything sick. I've basically been living in the bathroom or in my bed except for the 4 hours I hauled myself to work on Monday. It's not a fun thing being sick, and last night I got pretty emotionally frustrated.

Now I don't want anyone to think that my whole life revolves around finding someone to date, that's not the case at all but when I moved to Salt Lake my dating life became a degree more exciting. I've dated more in the last 3 months than I have all of last year combined. But with dating comes the constant "what's wrong with me" when dates don't work out. I've had a lot of holes shot through my protective confidence shield and it doens't make for a lot of feeling good about yourself when that happens.

But I keep carrying on you know, my goal of letting things roll off my back has been a really amazing journey for me. I've stopped keeping things in my head. I get angry/sad/hurt for a few hours, I stomp around, I write all of it down, and then destroy the writing in some way. And I've let it go. It's a nice feeling to not have all those feelings jumbled up inside of me.

In other news, I'm headed to Logan this evening with my bestie, Laura. We are going to a Post Secret live event and I'm beyond stoked! I've been a huge fan of PS for like 2 years now, and I really can't wait to go participate in something so much bigger than all of us. It's been a small comfort to connect with people on a weekly baisis who have no knowlegde of who I am, what my beliefs are, or why I'm reading PS. But to know that there are people in the world who deal with the same things that I's really a beautiful feeling.

Any-dang-way, I'll see you kids tomorrow!