Brain Cramp

I'm working on a project. Hours of reading and looking and writing and who knows what. Its hurting my brain, just a little. The end. :)

Ice Castle

A Story

Once there were two friends who decided to go get a Krispy Kreme donut. After much debate, Jeannie picked her cinnamon donut while Michelle picked her maple iced, a classic. The donuts were put in a box to eat when the friends went back home to watch a movie. On the way home, however, Michelle (who was driving) had to stop and fill up the gas tank. As she is filling the tank, she hears the familiar click of car doors locking. She glances over to see Jeannie, locked in the car, taking a generous bite out of her donut! Michelle's maple iced donut! Jeannie's excuse? The maple iced just smelled and looked so good.

Moral of the story?
Don't leave Jeannie alone in the car with a box of donuts.

The Best!

So, the other day, I wasn't feeling very good at work. All in all, I was just kind of having a bad day. I had been emailing Misty back and forth that day talking about all sorts of nonsense. Anyway, guess what shows up for me at work? I have the sweetest friend EVER! Misty, thanks for making my day!

A Little Sad

Surprise! I'm moving. We all are. Marriages are a good thing, right? I wish them luck, but I will miss my roomies! More than I can even express. I hate this new adventure, but I guess everything happens for a reason. Sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together. I will miss late nights talking as we sit on the kitchen counters. The spot by the stairs. Piling on the bed to all watch a movie or talk about far fetched plans, dreams, and ridiculous things. Canoeing trips, Park City retreats, concerts, Idaho trips, the occasional party, Boggle and Sequence. Tiffany scaring me in the dark hallway. Mitzi's blow dryer as my alarm clock. Driving and singing in the car with Kimberly. Playing the guitar with Shanley. I feel like my little family is being split apart. Like we're orphans being sent to different parents. It makes me really sad and my eyes just keep leaking. A lot. Good thing we have plans already to hang out, but somehow it's just not the same. Girls, I love your guts and will miss living with you more than you'll ever know! I heart you!

Humbled

It's kind of been a crappy week. Things just have been out of whack. But today, as I was watching the news, I watched them report about the devastation in Haiti. They showed a primary school that was as flat as a pancake. 700 students were inside, and there was no activity or movement. They are all considered dead. I started bawling right then and there. Things could be worse, always. Things are just things, and money is worthless. I am seriously blessed beyond belief.

Dear 2010

I hate you. You've been nothing but stressful. Full of resolutions, unexpected expenses, doctor visits, car repairs, broken parts, moving worries, and now a smashed laptop screen. And that's in 12 days. Go back where you came from.

I know, right?! What does it make me want to do? I know! I'll put it in a box. Then I'll put that box in another box. Then I'll mail it to myself, and when it arrives, muaahahahaaa, I'll smash it with a hammer! Warranty should cover that, right?

Cured

Nine days. It's been nine days since I've had any carbonated or caffeinated beverage. Today was a little difficult, but then I read an article online at ksl.com. Apparently, forty-eight percent of soda fountains (the best kind of soda) are contaminated with fecal matter. I'm miraculously cured from wanting soda. And that was even before they mentioned E. coli and meningitis. Cured.

Good Goal!

So, the other night, which just happened to be Dec. 31, my roomies and I were at dinner and were chatting about our resolutions for the year. This is kind of how part of our conversation went:
Me: My goal is to only hit the snooze button once. Okay, maybe twice.
Them: Maybe you should just go to bed earlier.
Me: Yeah! Okay, so I'll be in bed every night before one.
Them: We are proud of you! That's a good goal!
Me: (Feeling all goalish) Hey, I should make it eleven!
Them: *Laughing, laughing, laughing* Are you kidding yourself? Let's be realistic!

So, here's what my goals are for this year, at least to start. I'm going to add more goals as I go along. Baby steps! I'm going to go to bed before one, and I've given up drinking soda. Hey, it's been six whole days! Yeah, my class laughed at me, but I'm going to do it. I figure both of these goals go together. The later I stay up, the more I want a soda the next day. So, if I get to bed earlier, then the less I'll want a soda. It's working so far. Stay tuned.

To Sum it All Up

Eye Know

I really dislike going to get an eye exam.

I am blind, and therefore I must go get a prescription for contacts. They have all these newfangled exams. It used to just be, "Look at the big E," but now it's push the button, watch the house, blink twice, get air in your eye, look up, look left, and turn yourself around. Ugh! Then, they take your contacts and glasses away and want you to read the eye chart. Uhhh, that's why I'm here! I can't read it. Plus, as I was reading the chart, I could not read the last letter on the bottom line of the chart. With either eye. I said something like, "I really don't know what that letter is," and the doctor replied with, "Maybe because it's a number?" OH! I had no idea they threw in numbers on that chart. Cheaters. Do they want us to get it wrong?!

So, they give me the goofy looking glasses, change the lenses again and again, and say, "One or two?" about a billion times. This one better? This one better? Truthfully, all the choices kind of suck. Don't ask me how they ever come to a conclusion about what the prescription should be.

Have you ever had your eyes dilated on purpose? It's kind of freakish. I could see like normal, but then I would look down or go to read something, and it's as if I had the worst vision in the world. I was sure that this is what it would be like to need bifocals. Except that the bottom focus wasn't working. After my eyes had been sufficiently dilated, the doctor uses a bright light and a magnifying glass of sorts and looks through my eyeball at my retinas. LOOKS THROUGH MY EYEBALL! I'm not gonna lie, it freaks me out that you can look through an eyeball.

After the lecture on changing my contacts more, using a different solution, better contacts that are now available, yadda yadda yadda, I leave with one pair of contacts and another appointment to come back in a week to see how they are working out. Why is it they have to change my contacts every time I have an eye exam? Come on! I've been wearing them for eleven years. One pair is practically as good as the next. Besides, my eyes are so sore now that I'm probably going to be wearing my glasses for a few days anyway.

It was kind of weird driving home with dilated eyes. With my sunglasses, the day looked normal. I snuck a look without them, and it looked as bright as the Second Coming. No joke. It was brilliantly white and light outside. Ridiculous, I know.

My conclusion? I'm saving for LASIK. Donations will be accepted.

Signs

These are some of the silly signs that I saw while I was in the U.K. The first sign is a speed limit sign. It's kind of just so happy that it makes me want to go the speed limit. The next sign marks an exit. It makes me want to run toward the exit. Usually, people are told to walk calmly in emergencies. This sign would make me think otherwise. Run, run as fast as you can! The last sign, which took me awhile to figure out, is actually a sign for a place to gather in an emergency. Bring your family here, to this electrical box! But be careful--it's high voltage! These signs just make me laugh.

Sticky

Yep. It's true. I gave all the kiddos suckers. They loved them, even though they were quite the sticky mess. Notice Axton's red shirt. All those dark lines are sucker juice dripping down his chin. :)

You Know You're a Dork When . . .

You love brand new socks. Spankin new. LOVE them!
You can't tell a good joke because you laugh before the punch line.
You reply to most comments or questions with song lyrics.
Signs with bad grammar make you cringe.
You're asked, "Are you a night owl?" and reply with, "Whoooo? Me?"

I could go on forever with this list . . . although I've just realized I probably shouldn't.