An update

It's been a couple of weeks since I actually sat down to write a blog post. But, I have been keeping a list! So hold onto your hats, people, because it's going to be a whirlwind of a ride!

Or probably not.

My life isn't that exciting.

But there will be several posts coming in the next few days, so watch out for 'em.

PS to Jenilee - You've commented on my last post ... what, 3 times? Sorry about that. Now when you have a reply to some comment I make on one of your posts, you have somewhere new to put it! Hurrah!

Bug bites

I have three of them. On my face.

One is on the side of my nose, almost in the corner of my eye.

The other two are right next to each other, smack in the middle of my forehead.

They itch.

Ruth

Ruth came over this afternoon. She had a random set of queen-size sheets/comforter etc. that she doesn't need/want (her bed is a twin). Apparently her mother forced her to take it. So she gave it to us :)

And when she brought that over, she stayed to visit for a while.

One problem: She had to be at work at 1:30. In Spanish Fork. And she didn't get to my house until 12:15-ish. And we talk a lot.

I finally had to kick her out a little after 1.

I wonder if she made it to work on time?

My mother is not being nice

When I say "not nice," I mean she's been picking on me.

So I called my mom to tell her stories about my day, which has been a good day, but quite long and rather stressful. I just got off the phone with her. We'd been talking for almost an hour. I think my call summary said 52 minutes. This is normal. We are both random, talkative people. It's fun. We would've talked longer, but she abandoned me. For her mother. Who is quite a bit like both of us in the talkative department. Those fragments were intentional. Also, I'm not upset that my mother is talking to my grandma instead of to me. Besides, she'll call me back :)

Exhibit A of "My mother is not nice."

1. She informed me that she wished I was there because she was just taking some warm blonde brownies out of the oven. Ok, that was so not fair. I could go for a blonde brownie, oh yes, I could. Oh, and then she went on and on about how she had brownies she wished she could share with me. Yeah right.

2. Sometimes when I am stressed out I rant. Actually, I always rant when I am stressed out. I get very animated and talk very fast and jump from topic to topic and just generally don't make a whole lot of sense. I mentioned this to Mama and asked if she could understand me. She said, "Usually I can't, but right now I can." NOT TRUE, and not nice. Then she laughed at me, like she had just said the funniest thing ever.

3. Later on in the conversation, she informed me that she was eating a warm blonde brownie. Somehow the word "warm" makes it sound so much more delicious. (Is that just me?) Then she's all, "Can you smell it on my breath?" And then she breathed loudly into the phone.

Q.E.D.

(Latin. Quod erat demonstrandum. "That which was to be demonstrated." Basically, I've just shown you what I meant to show you.)

(Or you could pretend it stands for quod ego dico, which basically means "because I said so." Take your pick.)

Correction

I just realized that I am a negligent sister. Brother1's 19th birthday was last Friday (same as Husband's, in case you were wondering).

So, HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY BROTHER1.

He goes into the MTC in three and a half weeks. Crazy. What a great guy he has grown up into! I love my brother :)

And yes, I did call him on his birthday. Twice. I even sent a card in the mail. Just forgot to put it on the blog :)

All about me, because I'm conceited like that

And because my last post was all about Husband. Mostly, in case you were wondering what had happened to me.

Here is me right now (just so you know that I am actually still alive-and-kickin'):

Not the most flattering picture ever, but that's ok. At least you can tell it's me.

This week has been really good, actually. The second week of school and all that. My classes aren't kicking my butt (yet) so that's good. It won't be an easy semester by any means, but it should definitely be doable and possibly mostly enjoyable! Hoorah. Plus, it's one step closer to graduating.

Also, I get to go to the temple three times in three days! That makes me very very very happy. Earlier tonight I went and did a session with a good friend of mine. Her family used to live in my hometown years and years and years ago, and we played together when we were little, along with our brothers. Her older brother was six months younger than me, and my brother is six months younger than her. She and I actually got married 1 day apart (April 26 and 25, respectively) in the same temple this past spring. So it was really cool for the two of us to be able to go do a session together! It's been a while since I did a session as a patron, so that was awesome. I get to go tomorrow as a worker -- Friday morning is my weekly shift. Working in the temple has been such a blessing for me! I love being able to go and just feel the calm and the peace that is so much a part of that place. This week, I am lucky enough that I get to work TWO shifts! One of my good friends asked me to substitute for her on Saturday afternoon, which will make three times at the temple in three days. I can't think of a better way to spend my time!

Happy (Late) Birthday, & other stuff about Husband

I know, I'm a slacker. There just hasn't really been much to post about. But this will be a rather long post. Woohoo. You should all prepare to be amazed.

Last Friday was Husband's 23rd birthday. No, I did not forget about it. That's not what the "late" in the post title means. It simply means that I am quite late posting about it. To make up for my recent laxness in posting, I submit some photos of the event for your viewing pleasure. (Also, "laxness" is totally a real word. I thought I might have made it up, so I checked dictionary.com. It's a legitimate word.) (And now you can say that you learned something from my blog, unless you happen to be smarter than me and already knew that "laxness" was a real word.)


The birthday boy and his friend "Dan-at-work." Yes, that's what Husband actually calls him. They kind of act like idiots when they're together, sometimes. In case you couldn't guess that on your own. They make me laugh. Dan and his wife Amy came to the dinner party.


This is a picture of Peter (a good friend) and Ruth (my last roommate -- and one of my favorites!) in my kitchen. Peter loves to cook. And I mean he loves it. So much so, he volunteered -- volunteered, people! -- to cook a meal and a cake for the birthday party. And I've had Peter's cooking before, and there is no way I was going to say no to that when he was volunteering! I'd have to be delusional to refuse. He made some delicious pasta with 4-cheese sauce and chicken, plus a salad, rolls with a chicken-and-cream-cheese filling, fruit parfaits, a special mixed drink (non-alcoholic, of course :) haha), and a German chocolate cake. YUM. (Oh, and did I mention that Peter is one of my heroes? He's a soldier and came home a few months ago from spending a year in Iraq. I've been thinking about the people who help keep us safe a lot today, September 11. I find that I don't have the right words to write a post about that, but I've been thinking about it today. I'm so grateful for those who aren't afraid to do what's right!)


The only drawback to preparing a huge delicious meal! It was worth it, though. I totally intended to do the dishes on Saturday morning. But then Husband and I both fell asleep watching a movie later on in the night, and when we woke up the dishes were done! Dan and Amy left before the movie, but Peter and Ruth stayed late and did them all...did I tell you they're my heroes yet?


Amy and Ruth. And Peter's hand. Making bunny ears. Awesome.


Me and one of my lovely parfaits. Peter made the stuff for them, but I put them together. They were delicious. There was the crunchy layer with nuts and oatmeal and brown sugar, then there was the creamy layer with cream cheese and whipped cream, then the fruit layer of blueberries, raspberries, and blackberries. Lather, rinse, repeat. Wow.
Funny story about how the parfait glasses found their way into my apartment. Friday morning Husband was at work, I was at the temple, and our back door was unlocked. Peter and Ruth brought the glasses over (they tried calling, but only got my voicemail, obviously, since I was in the temple) to leave them on our balcony, but then they decided to check the door. And it was unlocked. So they let themselves in. Peter left a comment on the whiteboard by the door, and Ruth left a note telling me they'd broken in smack in the middle of the floor (so I wouldn't miss it, I presume). Yeah. Thanks, guys. But really, Peter and Ruth are two of the only people I would trust to be in my apartment/house without me there, or even knowing about it. They're just awesome that way.


And finally, Peter and Ruth, the chef and the prankster extraordinaire. And also, two of my favorite people ever. In case you didn't know.



Since there aren't very many pictures of the birthday boy, here are a few more from other times.

I meant to post this one a long time ago, but kept forgetting. He made me some cookies one night (because I wanted them. So there.) and decided to be silly when putting them on the pan. (No, he did not do this because he didn't know any better. He was being obnoxious. And I might add that he was quite pleased with himself. He thinks he's rather clever. So do I, come to think of it. I laughed for 10 minutes.)
Right after this picture, he started to remove the excess dough, but I wouldn't let him. I wanted to see what they would look like when cooked. So here's that picture, in case any of you are like me.
And yes, they were delicious cookies. I'd actually love one right now...but I'm trying to cut back on sweets. Darn.


Here's what he's doing right now:
That is the twin bed my parents gave us for our second bedroom. It's quite convenient because that's the same room where the computer is. We can hang out together and be comfortable at the same time! Last night I fell asleep on that bed while Husband was on the computer.


WARNING: THE NEXT PHOTO IS RATHER GRAPHIC AND DISGUSTING. IN FACT I'M NOT REALLY SURE WHY I'M POSTING IT, EXCEPT THAT THIS IS A POST ALL ABOUT HUSBAND. SO DON'T SUE ME, YEAH? AND IF YOU HAVE A WEAK STOMACH OR SOMETHING, PLEASE PLEASE JUST SKIP THE REST OF THIS POST. THANK YOU.

This is Husband's ingrown toenail.
The same toenail that he refuses to go to the doctor about (he went back in January, and they claimed they fixed it, but they didn't, so he refuses to go again. I think this is worse, though). Question: How do you convince your husband that "operating" on your own ingrown toenail with a bobby pin you have bent open, a pair of flat-head tweezers, and bits of paper towels is NOT a good idea? Because it's disgusting. And highly unsanitary. And I wasn't joking about him digging at his toenail with a bobby pin. And he doesn't know that I'm posting this. And he probably won't be happy that I did. Oops. Husband, if you read this, I did it out of love. Really, I did.