...a new member of my blogging family! He's also a member of my actual family!
Anyway, check out Jason's blog! (Even though he only has one real post - you can at least see what he looks like!)
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Hello September! and Other Things
In my book, September 1st marks the end of summer and the beginning of fall. I realize it’s officially September 21st, but what do they know? Already I’ve noticed the days getting a little cooler and last night I actually got cold! It was heavenly.
A couple nights ago I went for a walk and ended up passing the ballpark. There were a couple games being played, so I stopped to watch one of them. I sat there basking in the glow of the lights, a cool breeze tickling my cheeks, and thoroughly enjoyed watching a bunch of men I don’t know run around the bases. They were actually quite good. Anyway, as I sat there I thought, Boy, I love this time of year.
I really love the in-between seasons (spring and fall), but I think I may like fall just thismuch more. Why?, you ask. Let me tell you.
Football. Really, that’s the main reason I like fall more than spring. Spring has some great qualities, but football season is over in the spring. Tonight is opening night, and the Colts are playing the Saints. I’m so excited! (I love Peyton Manning.)
Hmmm. Maybe when I go grocery shopping tonight I’ll buy some extra-favorite food stuff and throw myself a mini football-watching party! Good idea!
I like other things about this time of year, too. I like that I’m not back in school. I like when the leaves change colors. I love wearing sweaters and jackets. I love apple cider, fresh produce from other peoples’ gardens that they so kindly give me, soup, and hot chocolate. I like early snow that melts quickly. Two words: carving pumpkins! Yes, fall has many great offerings.
In unrelated news, I’m beginning to wonder if I broke my nose this weekend. Is there a way to tell without making a trip to the hospital/doctor? Does it even matter if I broke it or just hurt it? Will it not heal properly if left unattended? I hate going to the doctor, especially since I am without insurance, but I start to worry that if I don’t go something bad will happen, like my nose falling off. I’m a bit of a hypochondriac but with a healthy dose of loathing for doctors' offices and hospitals. So, I probably won’t do anything about it, unless you tell me I really, really should.
What? You want to know how I hurt my nose? Hmmm. I probably shouldn’t tell you, but I’m getting used to the humiliation involved when I tell people, so here goes:
I fell in the shower. Yes, face forward. I was shaving my legs, one of my legs was precariously resting on the back of the tub (so I could reach all the angles better), my alarm went off (that’s what I get for waking up before my alarm), I was startled, my other leg slipped, then the leg on the tub slipped, and I face-planted right into the back of the tub. My nose hit first, then my forehead. Can you imagine this? Never mind, please don’t try.
Anyway, I wondered for a moment if I was going to blackout, I didn’t. I stood up and checked to see if there was any blood. There wasn’t. My face throbbed with pain and I managed to stop myself from swearing. Adam was flying into town in a couple hours, and I figured I would have two black eyes, a swollen nose, and a big bump on my forehead - not exactly my best look. I started thinking up stories I could tell him to explain that didn't come anywhere close to the truth. Fortunately, I only had a little bump on my head, which my bangs effectively covered, and a little swelling at the top of my nose. I could have gotten away without telling anyone about my stupidity, but I’m too much of a baby and I always enjoy telling a good story.
The problem is it still hurts! Shouldn’t it stop hurting sometime soon? See, I told you I’m a baby.
In shower-related news, I’ve been taking cold ones the last few days. A few weeks ago, when I returned from my cruise, I realized that I wasn’t getting any hot water, so I eventually (after a few days of cold showers) let my apartment manager know and the problem was supposedly dealt with. Well, it wasn’t. Turns out my water heater needs a new element, which is being replaced sometime today. So, hot shower here I come!!
That’s it.
Go Colts!!!
A couple nights ago I went for a walk and ended up passing the ballpark. There were a couple games being played, so I stopped to watch one of them. I sat there basking in the glow of the lights, a cool breeze tickling my cheeks, and thoroughly enjoyed watching a bunch of men I don’t know run around the bases. They were actually quite good. Anyway, as I sat there I thought, Boy, I love this time of year.
I really love the in-between seasons (spring and fall), but I think I may like fall just thismuch more. Why?, you ask. Let me tell you.
Football. Really, that’s the main reason I like fall more than spring. Spring has some great qualities, but football season is over in the spring. Tonight is opening night, and the Colts are playing the Saints. I’m so excited! (I love Peyton Manning.)
Hmmm. Maybe when I go grocery shopping tonight I’ll buy some extra-favorite food stuff and throw myself a mini football-watching party! Good idea!
I like other things about this time of year, too. I like that I’m not back in school. I like when the leaves change colors. I love wearing sweaters and jackets. I love apple cider, fresh produce from other peoples’ gardens that they so kindly give me, soup, and hot chocolate. I like early snow that melts quickly. Two words: carving pumpkins! Yes, fall has many great offerings.
In unrelated news, I’m beginning to wonder if I broke my nose this weekend. Is there a way to tell without making a trip to the hospital/doctor? Does it even matter if I broke it or just hurt it? Will it not heal properly if left unattended? I hate going to the doctor, especially since I am without insurance, but I start to worry that if I don’t go something bad will happen, like my nose falling off. I’m a bit of a hypochondriac but with a healthy dose of loathing for doctors' offices and hospitals. So, I probably won’t do anything about it, unless you tell me I really, really should.
What? You want to know how I hurt my nose? Hmmm. I probably shouldn’t tell you, but I’m getting used to the humiliation involved when I tell people, so here goes:
I fell in the shower. Yes, face forward. I was shaving my legs, one of my legs was precariously resting on the back of the tub (so I could reach all the angles better), my alarm went off (that’s what I get for waking up before my alarm), I was startled, my other leg slipped, then the leg on the tub slipped, and I face-planted right into the back of the tub. My nose hit first, then my forehead. Can you imagine this? Never mind, please don’t try.
Anyway, I wondered for a moment if I was going to blackout, I didn’t. I stood up and checked to see if there was any blood. There wasn’t. My face throbbed with pain and I managed to stop myself from swearing. Adam was flying into town in a couple hours, and I figured I would have two black eyes, a swollen nose, and a big bump on my forehead - not exactly my best look. I started thinking up stories I could tell him to explain that didn't come anywhere close to the truth. Fortunately, I only had a little bump on my head, which my bangs effectively covered, and a little swelling at the top of my nose. I could have gotten away without telling anyone about my stupidity, but I’m too much of a baby and I always enjoy telling a good story.
The problem is it still hurts! Shouldn’t it stop hurting sometime soon? See, I told you I’m a baby.
In shower-related news, I’ve been taking cold ones the last few days. A few weeks ago, when I returned from my cruise, I realized that I wasn’t getting any hot water, so I eventually (after a few days of cold showers) let my apartment manager know and the problem was supposedly dealt with. Well, it wasn’t. Turns out my water heater needs a new element, which is being replaced sometime today. So, hot shower here I come!!
That’s it.
Go Colts!!!
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
My Cruise
As some of you know, I recently went on a cruise with three of my friends; Cardine, Sarah, and Joy. We flew out of SLC just before midnight on the 11th, had a 6 hour layover in Atlanta, and arrived in San Juan around 3:30 EST. Our ports for this cruise were St. Thomas on Monday, Dominica on Tuesday, Barbados on Wednesday, and St. Lucia on Thursday. We were supposed to go to Antigua on Friday, but Hurricane Dean got in the way. Instead, Carnival tried to let us go to Tortola on Saturday to make up for missing Antigua, but once again Dean got in the way, and we ended up having two days at sea.
It was a great vacation. On our last cruise, I didn’t spend much time relaxing, but I made up for it this time. Granted, last time (four years ago), I was working part-time and was on summer break from school. Life was easy! Now, I’m a lot more stressed and lots less relaxed.
Anyway, here are the best parts of my cruise: (in no particular order)
1. Nodding off every time I opened my book. I really needed to catch up on my sleep, so this felt wonderful! Took forever to finish the book, though.
2. Compliments about my eyes. Multiple men told me how beautiful my eyes are. It’s always nice to hear people say nice things about you, though the last guy, Henry in St. Lucia, was a little overboard in his praises.
3. Winning a print of a beautiful painting. The print is worth several hundred dollars, so can you imagine what the painting must be worth? The print I won is entitled “D’or et de rêve” and is painted by Emile Bellet. I fell in love with some of his other works displayed on board, so I was thrilled to win this!
4. Getting kissed by our head waiter, Sunil. Please don’t read too much into this. He was an extraordinary flirt – just ask my friends! One day I was eating lunch alone, and we ended up talking for a long time, and at one point he kissed me right above my jaw, right by my ear. He held it for a few seconds! What a flirt! He probably just hoped for a better tip.
5. Hanging out with friends. I have wonderful friends. We get along amazingly well considering how different we are. Maybe because of how different? Anyway, life is leading us along different paths (sorry for the cliché), so it was good to spend a week together, just playing.
6. Someone else making my bed. I love having my bed made. I really love having someone else do it for me. Pampered. That’s how I felt.
7. Great food. Four years ago I stayed so active that I actually lost weight. Not this time! I gained 4 pounds, but considering how lovely the food was and how little I did, this isn’t horrible. Seriously, the food was fantastic! My favorite meal was the Indian platter with the curried chick pea mash. Sigh. Divine. Absolutely divine. My one complaint would be that I felt there wasn’t enough time in-between meals. I was rarely hungry or even ready to eat once dinner came along. That didn’t stop me, of course, but I would have preferred to have the later dinner sitting.
8. St. Thomas. This was my favorite port; not necessarily my favorite island, but my favorite port. That’s because I feel like we were able to see a good deal of the island (very important), see something specific on the island (Blackbeard’s Castle and several old homes), do a little shopping, and eat at a local restaurant. The complete experience. I like the other ports, too, just not as much.
9. Hurricane Dean. Though it cost me a trip to Antigua and to Tortola, I’m grateful to Dean for providing me with some really good moments. Friday night Cardine and I spent several hours on deck getting blown away. I slept a little, read a little, thought a lot, and enjoyed the solitude that major gusts can afford. Saturday afternoon I was on deck, basking in the sun (the only guest there not wearing a swimsuit – yes, I got funny looks) when it started to rain. The decks cleared, leaving just a handful of people, none of them even close to me. Again, solitude. I got to have the wonderful experience of watching the rain hit the ocean water (which was the most beautiful blue I’ve ever seen).
10. Enjoying my job again. I admit it; I had major burn-out at work. It feels great to enjoy being at work again. I really needed a vacation.
That’s the quick highlight-version of my cruise. I probably won’t ever go into further details because a) I don’t want to (it took me 5 ½ hours to write the details in my journal and I don’t want a repeat) and b) you’d get bored. Trust me, you would.
However, you may want to check Cardine’s blog for added details, once she posts about the cruise.
GO ON A CRUISE!!
It’s lot’s of fun.
It was a great vacation. On our last cruise, I didn’t spend much time relaxing, but I made up for it this time. Granted, last time (four years ago), I was working part-time and was on summer break from school. Life was easy! Now, I’m a lot more stressed and lots less relaxed.
Anyway, here are the best parts of my cruise: (in no particular order)
1. Nodding off every time I opened my book. I really needed to catch up on my sleep, so this felt wonderful! Took forever to finish the book, though.
2. Compliments about my eyes. Multiple men told me how beautiful my eyes are. It’s always nice to hear people say nice things about you, though the last guy, Henry in St. Lucia, was a little overboard in his praises.
3. Winning a print of a beautiful painting. The print is worth several hundred dollars, so can you imagine what the painting must be worth? The print I won is entitled “D’or et de rêve” and is painted by Emile Bellet. I fell in love with some of his other works displayed on board, so I was thrilled to win this!
4. Getting kissed by our head waiter, Sunil. Please don’t read too much into this. He was an extraordinary flirt – just ask my friends! One day I was eating lunch alone, and we ended up talking for a long time, and at one point he kissed me right above my jaw, right by my ear. He held it for a few seconds! What a flirt! He probably just hoped for a better tip.
5. Hanging out with friends. I have wonderful friends. We get along amazingly well considering how different we are. Maybe because of how different? Anyway, life is leading us along different paths (sorry for the cliché), so it was good to spend a week together, just playing.
6. Someone else making my bed. I love having my bed made. I really love having someone else do it for me. Pampered. That’s how I felt.
7. Great food. Four years ago I stayed so active that I actually lost weight. Not this time! I gained 4 pounds, but considering how lovely the food was and how little I did, this isn’t horrible. Seriously, the food was fantastic! My favorite meal was the Indian platter with the curried chick pea mash. Sigh. Divine. Absolutely divine. My one complaint would be that I felt there wasn’t enough time in-between meals. I was rarely hungry or even ready to eat once dinner came along. That didn’t stop me, of course, but I would have preferred to have the later dinner sitting.
8. St. Thomas. This was my favorite port; not necessarily my favorite island, but my favorite port. That’s because I feel like we were able to see a good deal of the island (very important), see something specific on the island (Blackbeard’s Castle and several old homes), do a little shopping, and eat at a local restaurant. The complete experience. I like the other ports, too, just not as much.
9. Hurricane Dean. Though it cost me a trip to Antigua and to Tortola, I’m grateful to Dean for providing me with some really good moments. Friday night Cardine and I spent several hours on deck getting blown away. I slept a little, read a little, thought a lot, and enjoyed the solitude that major gusts can afford. Saturday afternoon I was on deck, basking in the sun (the only guest there not wearing a swimsuit – yes, I got funny looks) when it started to rain. The decks cleared, leaving just a handful of people, none of them even close to me. Again, solitude. I got to have the wonderful experience of watching the rain hit the ocean water (which was the most beautiful blue I’ve ever seen).
10. Enjoying my job again. I admit it; I had major burn-out at work. It feels great to enjoy being at work again. I really needed a vacation.
That’s the quick highlight-version of my cruise. I probably won’t ever go into further details because a) I don’t want to (it took me 5 ½ hours to write the details in my journal and I don’t want a repeat) and b) you’d get bored. Trust me, you would.
However, you may want to check Cardine’s blog for added details, once she posts about the cruise.
GO ON A CRUISE!!
It’s lot’s of fun.
Friday, July 27, 2007
My First Date
Last night, I had a date with my mom. She was bribing me to water her plants this week while she attends a conference in Denver. She’s probably hoping that a really nice dinner will inspire me to do my best to keep those darn plants alive. Last year, she went on a trip and most of her plants died – mainly because I forgot to water them for four days. A few weeks ago, I attempted to make up for this disaster by fastidiously watering them while she was away for some reason or another. Somehow, the plants not only survived but flourished! Pleased with those results, Mom asked me to care for them again and so we went to dinner last night.
While Mom talked to one of her former students, now a waitress, I looked around at the other restaurant patrons. I love people-watching and there were some interesting people seated near us. My gaze fell on a table across the room where a man sat with a little girl, presumably his daughter. She was dressed up in a pretty pink outfit with her hair styled all cute, and he wore a dress shirt and tie.
It reminded me of the daddy-daughter dates my dad used to take me on when I was younger. I think I was 6 for our first date. I got to wear my favorite Sunday dress – it was blue and a little frilly (I wasn’t a total tomboy). Mom even let me wear a little blush and lipstick. Dad came to the door wearing a suit and actually rang the doorbell. He gave me a flower and then, after “meeting” my mom, escorted me to the truck. I don’t remember where we ate but I remember thinking it was fancy. Dad told me stories from his childhood – like the time he was punished for blowing up a mailbox that he didn’t blow up – and listened to me talk about my hopes and dreams. After dinner he took me for an ice cream cone, and we drove around town a bit. He made sure to get me home at a decent hour and kissed me goodnight.
Dad taught me important dating lessons on those dates that I use to this day whenever I go on a date.
1) Let him open the door for you. Dad may disagree with me, but I don’t think less of a guy who doesn’t open the door for me. However, I’m really impressed, and thrilled, when a guy does. The one exception is when I’m getting out of a car. I dated a guy, Josh, who insisted I let him open the door when I got out of the car – I hated sitting there while he walked around the car to get my door. It seemed so illogical.
2) Let him order first. Dad said that some guys may take issue with this – you know, the whole “let the girl go first” principle – but he said to insist on ordering second. He taught me to select different items on the menu that I might like; one that’s low-priced, one mid-priced, and one that’s a little more expensive. According to Dad, what the guy orders, and specifically how much it costs, will give me an idea of how expensive my order can be.
3) I inherited the gift of gab from my dad, and it was Dad that taught me how to hone it. I learned how to ask questions, how to listen, how to talk about myself, how to talk about basically anything and everything. I learned to place a lot of importance on talking, maybe too much, but for the most part, it’s been a really good thing.
4) Dad told me that a true gentleman will always walk me to the front door. He also warned that this can lead to an awkward moment or two, but that the sign of respect is worth the possible discomfort. I didn’t really understand what he meant until my first date with Josh when I wondered if he was going to kiss me or not. I don’t know if he would have; I decided I didn’t want him to so I didn’t give him a chance. It was a little awkward. However, I really appreciate it, a lot, when my date walks me to the door. Fortunately, Dad also taught me ways to cope with the awkwardness of the front door scenario.
5) Dad always ended our dates with a kiss, but thankfully I didn’t pick up the idea that every date should end with one. Instead, he managed to instill in me that holding hands and kissing should be accompanied by deeper feelings than usually felt on a first date.
I really enjoyed those dates with my dad. I was such a daddy’s girl.
Okay.
I still am.
While Mom talked to one of her former students, now a waitress, I looked around at the other restaurant patrons. I love people-watching and there were some interesting people seated near us. My gaze fell on a table across the room where a man sat with a little girl, presumably his daughter. She was dressed up in a pretty pink outfit with her hair styled all cute, and he wore a dress shirt and tie.
It reminded me of the daddy-daughter dates my dad used to take me on when I was younger. I think I was 6 for our first date. I got to wear my favorite Sunday dress – it was blue and a little frilly (I wasn’t a total tomboy). Mom even let me wear a little blush and lipstick. Dad came to the door wearing a suit and actually rang the doorbell. He gave me a flower and then, after “meeting” my mom, escorted me to the truck. I don’t remember where we ate but I remember thinking it was fancy. Dad told me stories from his childhood – like the time he was punished for blowing up a mailbox that he didn’t blow up – and listened to me talk about my hopes and dreams. After dinner he took me for an ice cream cone, and we drove around town a bit. He made sure to get me home at a decent hour and kissed me goodnight.
Dad taught me important dating lessons on those dates that I use to this day whenever I go on a date.
1) Let him open the door for you. Dad may disagree with me, but I don’t think less of a guy who doesn’t open the door for me. However, I’m really impressed, and thrilled, when a guy does. The one exception is when I’m getting out of a car. I dated a guy, Josh, who insisted I let him open the door when I got out of the car – I hated sitting there while he walked around the car to get my door. It seemed so illogical.
2) Let him order first. Dad said that some guys may take issue with this – you know, the whole “let the girl go first” principle – but he said to insist on ordering second. He taught me to select different items on the menu that I might like; one that’s low-priced, one mid-priced, and one that’s a little more expensive. According to Dad, what the guy orders, and specifically how much it costs, will give me an idea of how expensive my order can be.
3) I inherited the gift of gab from my dad, and it was Dad that taught me how to hone it. I learned how to ask questions, how to listen, how to talk about myself, how to talk about basically anything and everything. I learned to place a lot of importance on talking, maybe too much, but for the most part, it’s been a really good thing.
4) Dad told me that a true gentleman will always walk me to the front door. He also warned that this can lead to an awkward moment or two, but that the sign of respect is worth the possible discomfort. I didn’t really understand what he meant until my first date with Josh when I wondered if he was going to kiss me or not. I don’t know if he would have; I decided I didn’t want him to so I didn’t give him a chance. It was a little awkward. However, I really appreciate it, a lot, when my date walks me to the door. Fortunately, Dad also taught me ways to cope with the awkwardness of the front door scenario.
5) Dad always ended our dates with a kiss, but thankfully I didn’t pick up the idea that every date should end with one. Instead, he managed to instill in me that holding hands and kissing should be accompanied by deeper feelings than usually felt on a first date.
I really enjoyed those dates with my dad. I was such a daddy’s girl.
Okay.
I still am.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Me and Blogging
Hello!!
Have you noticed my recent quasi-absence from the world of blogging?
It's been kind of hard to blog lately - for two reasons:
1) I'm really trying to keep personal computer time down to a minimum while at work. I've gotten pretty good at not emailing or blogging at work, but I'm horrible at doing it after work. I rarely have the desire to stay after 5pm (or later) to email or blog.
2) I'm in the unusual-for-me position of having a lot of things to blog about that concerns someone else. I don't want to destroy his privacy just because I want to shout some things from the rooftop for all the world to hear. Does that make sense?
So, I'm a little behind in my blogging. I'd like to say that I'll try to stay a little more current, but I can't really make that promise.
However, I really want to say one thing (Madman, please forgive me):
I'm in love!!
Whew. That felt good.
And, that pretty much catches you up with the gist of my life right now.
Have you noticed my recent quasi-absence from the world of blogging?
It's been kind of hard to blog lately - for two reasons:
1) I'm really trying to keep personal computer time down to a minimum while at work. I've gotten pretty good at not emailing or blogging at work, but I'm horrible at doing it after work. I rarely have the desire to stay after 5pm (or later) to email or blog.
2) I'm in the unusual-for-me position of having a lot of things to blog about that concerns someone else. I don't want to destroy his privacy just because I want to shout some things from the rooftop for all the world to hear. Does that make sense?
So, I'm a little behind in my blogging. I'd like to say that I'll try to stay a little more current, but I can't really make that promise.
However, I really want to say one thing (Madman, please forgive me):
I'm in love!!
Whew. That felt good.
And, that pretty much catches you up with the gist of my life right now.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Bad Day
You know it's a bad day when
you're in a horribly rotten mood and
you're the most cheerful person in the office.
More later...maybe.
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Boy, I'm Good...
| You Are 14% Evil |
 You are good. So good, that you make evil people squirm. Just remember, you may need to turn to the dark side to get what you want! |
Thanks, Framed, for introducing me to this quiz. I must admit that I'm a little surprised by my score. Pleased, but a little surprised. I wonder what the last line means? What could I possibly want that would make me turn to the dark side?
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