Tuesday, February 27, 2007

"Luke!" "Kari!"

Your results:
You are Princess Leia

Princess Leia
Luke Skywalker
Han Solo
Obi-Wan Kenobi
An Ewok
Anakin Skywalker
You are an excellent friend
and an unselfish person,
yet you like to spend a lot of
time on your hair and fashion.
You spend most of your time
with guys that are too cocky,
too hairy, or too related.

(This list displays the top 10 results out of a possible 21 characters)

Click here to take the Star Wars Personality Test

Aaaand, playing Tag...

Book Tag, to be specific.

The rules of the game:

1. Find the nearest book to you.
2. Name the book and author.
3. Turn to page 123.
4. Go to the fifth sentence on the page.
5. Copy out the next 3 sentences and post to your blog.
6. Tag three other people.

Well, I'm reading New Moon, but that's NOT the closest book to me. The book nearest me is Signing Naturally Level 3 by Ken Mikos, Cher Smith, and Ella Mae Lentz.

Therefore, you get the oh-so-exciting sentences:

"The segments show the vocabulary used in context. The words 'check' and 'cash' are fingerspelled. To pay for someone's meal or entertainment; if the sign is two-handed, it means everyone chips in to split the bill equally."

Wow. Yeah, THAT'S some thrilling writing. Hee hee hee hee! I tag CC, Krispy, and Stewbert.

Monday, February 26, 2007

BoyKid... What a [chocolate-covered] Ham!

I have been feeling a little anti-social lately and so when Fresno wasn't writing me back or calling after I sent that rather disjointed missive which was mostly a depressed rant, well, I didn't push it. I didn't write him again, or call him. I started to feel like if he wanted to talk to me after that, he could... but I wasn't feeling happy enough about myself to call HIM. And, despite the fact it was my fault it was making me sadder and sadder. I was just sort of spiraling, you know?

Anyway, I decided I would call him, even if it was to say sorry and good bye, after BoyKid's farewell... since I knew his plan of COMING to the farewell had fallen through (instead he is coming for General Conference next) due to work. If he didn't call by Sunday night, I would call him. But I wasn't feeling very good about the situation.

Anyway, Saturday night I fed the furrkids and then left home and went to the Padres' to spend the night so I could help get the house ready and also they could make sure I was AWAKE for BoyKid's farewell talk at his church. Well, I didn't help with the house much (Rinny helped with most of that) because Padre had me setting up his new laptop instead (because he doesn't have the patience to even do install wizards. *rolls eyes* Anyway, it was pretty interesting to try out Windows Vista. It's cute! I am not sure it's worth it to buy upgrading *my* computer just yet, but it's cute. Not as cute as a Mac, but I can't AFFORD a Mac anyway. But SOMEDAY. ANYWAY...

Sleeping at someone ELSE'S house (even when it is technically "home" too) is even harder than sleeping at home. Plus there is less to DO, because it would wake up the rest of the fam. So that was frustrating. And, even though this sounds silly, I was really MISSING the gliders. It was sad to think that they WEREN'T in the next room. It made me feel lonely, even in a house full of people. But I have been feeling lonely a lot at random times lately. Anyway, the night was rather BORING as I was awake for most of it. I read some (New Moon... not as good as the first, but still good. CC, I think you'd like them more than me.)

Seemed like 4 seconds after I finally fell asleep the alarm was going off. I was SO TIRED. I know I got up, took a shower, took pills, ate a little, and got dressed for church, but I honestly don't remember doing anything before getting in the car. Seriously, NO memory of getting ready at all. Good thing *I* wasn't driving, huh?

When we got to the Church I met with Mali and we went to sit in a pew behind T-La and the boys and I somehow hoped that Megs and Jakey would come too and they would sit with us. But I don't think Megs was well enough. I *knew* that, I just hoped I was wrong. I miss my Meggy very much.

Anyway, sitting behind the wiggley boys was funny but we also heard PART of Gabe's breakdown. All WE heard was "I am NOT going to take the sacrament! I don't want it!" But T-La told me the story later. "Mom, I don't want the sacrament."
"Because you didn't check if it does not 'may contain peanuts.'"
"Gabe, it doesn't."
"Go up and ask the bishop! I am not eating it!"
I told her that was really funny (especially his "does not may contain peanuts" phrase) but she said, "you know, it's really NOT. I think he is OCD. We have always had him be careful at parties and friends houses, but now I can't get him to eat ANYTHING! Even when I make it myself."

Apparently he wouldn't eat at all the other day because she tried to give hom milk and he asked where it came from she told him the store and he started crying. "No, Mom, before! How do you know the cow didn't eat peanuts?!"
"It didn't!"
"You don't know, Mom! You can't be there all the time and see! You didn't see the cow and maybe the store somebody maybe touched-ed all of the food at the grocery store with peanuts! You can't know you don't sleep at the store!"

Poor kiddlet.

Anyway, back to church. BoyKid did GREAT on his talk. He was funny and confident and himself, and kept making this little grimace face that cracked me up. What can I say? The kid is a natural Drama freak and a comedian... he just fits into the spot light perfectly. He talked about when he almost drown and my mom received revelation to go to the river where he was playing and saved him in time. Other stories, too. He just did good. I was so proud of him. He is going to be a GREAT missionary.

It still really didn't hit me, though, about him actually LEAVING. I listened to his talk (while making faces at the Little Boys, especially KaBob (Caleb)), and thought about stuff, but, I don't know, him actually LEAVING just wasn't real to me there.

After Sacrament Meeting we (me and Mom and Rinny) went back to the house for the party. Padre stayed to teach Sunday School, BoyKid stayed because people kept talking to him. Most relatives skipped the rest of church and came straight home with us, a few went to Dad's lesson.

Lots of fun people came. My cousins Jamie and Dennis and their many children. I think they have, like, 8 of them and they look exactly the same, just in different sizes. And Sarsa and Courtney (her hubby with a girl's name)! And many other people, of course, but Sarsa and Mali and T-La and the Kiddlets were the ones I hung out with most. Oh, and Brett and Annie who used to live with us in Provo. It was a good crowd. And a chocolate fountain.

That chocolate fountain was trouble, though. Because BoyKid and his friends? CRAZY. They started dipping EVERYTHING in it. EVERYTHING!

Like carrots, broccoli, HAM...

Yes, she LIKED the Ham. SICK!

As BoyKid said, "Ridiculously-Giant-Smiles-GO!" Hee hee hee!

At least one of the Jamie and Dennis Kiddlets (Whichever one that is... Kristen? Hailey? Arrgh. They are all so much the same!) was dipping normal things.

In the meantime, though, I was feeling not so great because ever since the night before my left boob and arm were hurting like crazy! Finally I looked in the bathroom to find a little lump thing in my armpit. Just pea-sized, but it was hurting so bad I was feeling woozy! Mom told me, even though the party was going to go to the doctor right then! I felt really stupid going to InstaCare for a little bump, especially on the Sabbath. But it was hurting bad enough I did.

Apparently, it's just a cyst but in such a bundle of nerves that it is just driving me crazy. The doctor wanted to cut it open, clean it out, "pack" it, and have me come pack to do the same thing a couple times. I chickened out and asked for any other solution. So I got put on an antibiotics, told to hot pack it, but that if it isn't better in 3 days I have to do the first idea anyway. SIGH. I was also told to sleep ala naturale up top. Hee hee hee!

So, back to the party, there was still crazy little cousins, chocolate-covered everything, Italian flags, friends, family, really nasty pasta salad from my Aunt O, and just funny stuff. But after Mali left and Sarsa, well, I started feeling a little sick, half with the crowd and half with just yuckiness. So I hid out awhile, then went home, the idea of the boy actually LEAVING for 2 years sinking in. Not this coming Weds, but the next we will take him to the MTC and say goodbye. So weird. And while I was feeling sad about my baby bro, I was also trying to work up the nerve to call the other important boy in my life. It wasn't happening. And I was crying.

But then Fresno called ME. And we talked a long time. And he said he was glad I wrote what I wrote because babbling or not he was starting to think he was, like, mis-reading me and that maybe I didn't like him after all. But I do. We talked about that... had a little DTR thing... it was good. I appologized a lot (and cried) and we talked about him trying to buy a house on Monday in Cali for his disabled cousin and illegal alien friend to rent and then buying ANOTHER house, in UTAH, in August... which is when he thinks he can come here, rather than June. But the point is he IS still coming, we are still dating, and... yeah, things are good. Fresno is SO good.


This is ALMOST an entry...

This weekend has been... well, pretty freaking EMOTIONAL. Good stuff and bad.

I almost broke up with Fresno.
I almost sat with Megs in church.
I was reminded of when BoyKid almost drown.
I almost ate chocolate covered carrots.
I almost had my armpit sliced open.
I almost told Fresno I loved him.
I almost cried thinking of BoyKid going away on the 7th.
I almost kept my blood sugar under control in the midst of a pool table covered with treats.
I found out that my "cousinephew" Gabe the Babe is almost OCD level paranoid.
And I now need to go to bed where I will almost sleep nude tonight.

In other words, I will write tomorrow.

Friday, February 23, 2007

Friday's Faves... "I am ready to face any challenges that might be foolish enough to face me."

Look! More conformity!

Friday's Five Faves...

My 5 Favorite TV Shows!

1. The Office - Absolutely the most Hilarious EVER.

2. 24 - Scary and cool!

3. Gilmore Girls
- Cutesy, Girly, but still mostly Hilarious

4. Scrubs -
my nightly Mood Rescue

5. Perry Mason
- it just IS, okay?!

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Thursday's Thir-AND STOP!

So, you know those Blogging Meme things? I admit, I actually *like* them! I see a lot of you, my friends do them and I sort of look on with envy. I mean, okay, take Wordless Wednesday. I LOVE pictures! I love photography, But it is that whole wordless thing... I am just not a good wordless person. Not talking? Yeah, that doesn't fly with me. Thursday's 13 and Friday's Faves I just FORGET. I guess , I remembered today and it's Thursday. I should do Thirteen things... what things... hmmm...

But tell me, for the Memeholics, what do you write Saturday through Tuesday? Are there Tuesday Tunes? Or Sunday Stars? What about the rest of the meme week?

Anyway, Oh yeah, I was going to be a conformist for today!

Thursday's Thirteen

13 People I *Especially* Like Today...

1. Dr. YeahBaby! I had an appointment today and when he asked me how the headache was and stuff (GREAT... as in GONE! Woohoo!) he said "Awesome! That's what we like to hear, and it just so happens we don't charge for good news."
"Well, we like you to come in, rather than calling in... just so we can see. But we aren't going to CHARGE you for that!" I'm thinking, why NOT? All the other doctor's would. But yeah, he does a check up, vitals, etc, and then sends me on my way... and REFUNDS my co-pay!
So he fixed my head (and can do so again in 6-12 months when it happens again) AND gave me my follow up for free? Dr. YeahBaby is a GOOD doctor.

2. Mom. I mean, hello, she's my mom... AND my friend. Also, even though she is still stressing but about BoyKid's Farewell, she cowgirled up and told T-La that BoyKid really wanted to see the kiddlets but that the sleepover needed to NOT be the night before the Farewell. Yay Mom! And yay T-La for being okay about it. I mean she SHOULD be, but still good job for it anyway.

3. BoyKid because 1. he is funny and 2. he is dealing with our Padre without killing him. Seriously, Padre is DANG ANNOYING right now because BoyKid is his best friend and he is leaving. So he is trying to make BoyKid hang out with him, like, 24/7. And THEN last night he tried to convince BoyKid that while he was in Italy, his savings should be working for him, too... in ITALY. That's right, my dork of a dad wants to make my baby bro invest all of his Non-Mission Savings in the stock market, specifically in an account that does all things Italian. "So as you are there, seeing the economy change, you can know your money at home is doing the same!"
"Dad. I will be on a MISSION! I am not going to be reading the stock market in the paper! I can't watch TV! I just want to leave my money here and have it here when I come back!"
Ummm... EXACTLY?! What is Padre THINKING?! MORON! Yeah, he does NOT make the 13. My TURTLE out ranks my dad today.

Actually, I am tired of writing. So let's just call it Thursday's Three (thus keeping that wonderful alliteration a good blog meme needs)... Three and Turtle.

Tortuga the Turtle. He is cooler than my dad.

p.s. "Nerds Unite" is that picture (you know, the one that ISN'T a baby picture of my turtle?) and it is another Threadless shirt I love.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Lent Me some Cadbury Mini-Eggs

Happy Lent!

(Yes, I celebrate Lent. No, I'm Not Catholic. Yes, I'm Mormon. No, "we" don't celebrate Lent. Yes, we are Christian. No, I never WAS Catholic. Yes, I've been celebrating Lent for at least 7 years, though not always very WELL. Like, well, giving up sluffing Institute that one year didn't go so well *blush* but the year I gave up dating, I was VERY effective. hee hee hee!)

So, what am I giving up? CHOCOLATE...

You are Milk Chocolate
A total dreamer, you spend most of your time with your head in the clouds. You often think of the future, and you are always working toward your ideal life. Also nostelgic, you rarely forget a meaningful moment... even those from long ago.

...with a few exceptions to keep me from going batty.
Exceptions: Brownies or other baked goods (but I can't buy them myself or make them!). Basically this is just so that I can have some at BoyKid's Farewell. Drinks, because, like chocolate SlimFast is the only flavor I like. HOWEVER I am standing firm on no Candy bar-ish chocolate. Including, the biggest sacrifice of my Lent, CADBURY MINI-EGGS. One of my very most favorite candies in the world.

[on Sex] "The physical act of two people nearly replicating the pleasure of eating a Cadbury Mini Egg."-Paddy O'Poppycock

So, WHY do I celebrate Lent (especially since I am Mormon, live in Utah, etc.)?

Because I think it is awesome!

1. The concept of putting remembering the Lord and his sacrifice above your own desires. Remind any one of a little thing we call FAST SUNDAY?!

2. Just to practice self-control.

Lent is a good time to break bad habits and create good ones. It's a time to remember what the Savior did for us, especially before Easter, when we remember his resurrection and victory over death for all of us.

Also, in choosing chocolate it saves me calories, blood glucose levels, and money (even if I end up buying just one little bag of eggs when they go on clearance after the holiday.). Ta Da!

So... what are YOU giving up till Easter?

I Don't Have Issues... I have the entire Subscription!

Time for randomness and Blog things!

You are Betty Grable

The ulitmate girl next door
You're the perfect girl for most guys
Pretty yet approachable. Beautiful yet real.

Betty Grable... Bettie Page... Betty Davis... Betty, ummm, Boop. Why are so many pin-ups named Betty?

You Are Most Like Liv Tyler

“I don't want to spend so much time obsessing about myself.”

Yay! I'm Arwen Evenstar! (Because, well, I am a big NERD.)

What Guys Think of Your Medium Curly Hair...

Artistic, friendly, and witty
The type of girl he'll stay up until 3am talking to ... on the first date.

Hey! Randomly cool? Guys are apparently accurately judges of my hair?

However, I still want it shorter... and redder (OR purpler... haven't decided for sure on that yet)... PROBABLY. But I haven't done that yet. Just not exactly forefront of my mind right now, you know?

Your Relationship is Strong

You've built the foundation of a great relationship, and it would take a lot to shake it.
Through good communication and respect, you have a true love that can last a lifetime.

I believe that. However, I also believe there is no relationship so strong *I* can't break it. Oh well.So, I went to the pool... and then to Weight Wellness class. Talked to Mom about talking to Rinny and about how I feel like I should be happier instead of sadder at this point in my life, especially with Fresno. Stuff like that. Luckily I mostly vented in the POOL so my eyes were red anyway so I didn't look too much like I was crying by class time.

Anyway, it was more productive than talking to Rinny, even though most of the conclusions drawn were, not surprisingly, that I have some self-esteem issues but that right now even THOSE aren't normal because Lexapro was just NOT doing it and Celexa hasn't kicked in yet, and other basic You-Have-DEPRESSION facts. But anyway, yeah. Boys... Depression... etc.

You Are Really Not Happy

You may have noticed that things aren't going too well for you lately.
Your life never used to be like this, but it seems like happiness is slipping away from you.
You definitely need a change, because whatever you have going on isn't working.
It's time for you to shake things up - even if it means totally changing your life path.


OH but also MOM vented because she is trying to pull together the Farewell party thing for BoyKid and T-La apparently just sprang on her that HER family would be SLEEPING OVER the night before so that the little boys (the kiddlets freaking WORSHIP BoyKid) could have a slumber party with him. Great. Fine. ANOTHER NIGHT, but when my mom is all stressed about having the house super clean and everything way more perfect than it needs to be? Invite yourself, your husband, and all 3 kiddlets to a slumber party? Uncool, T-La. Oh well, the little boys are always good for a laugh and, well, *I* will be sleeping there, too, because I am an idiot who still can't wake up on time with out help and my Mom is absolutely panicked I will sleep in and miss it.

Star Wars Horoscope for Aries

Like many aries, you have demonstrated your penchant for inflicting pain.
You feel you are at the center of the universe and that you must be in control.
You enjoy being a leader... and you find that your aggression and quick temper serve you well.

Star wars character you are most like: The Emperor

I *do* like the word "penchant." It is one of my favorite words.

Your Slanguage Profile

Aussie Slang: 50%

Canadian Slang: 50%

British Slang: 25%

New England Slang: 25%

Prison Slang: 25%

Southern Slang: 25%

Now that's pretty random, considering I am pretty much Utahn, but okay...

Aries - Your Love Profile

Your positive traits:

You're quite the charmer. You've got the wit and attitude to attract almost anyone you meet.
Out spoken and honest, any date knows how they stand with you.
Fearless, independent, and willing to try anything twice - your dates should expect the unexpected.

Your negative traits:

You tend to be vain, and you expect your partner to feed that vanity often with complements.
Hot tempered and impulsive, you've occasionally ended things ... only to regret it later.
You're obsessed with being the best, most loved girlfriend or boyfriend your sweetie's ever had.

Your ideal partner:

A risk taking, free spirit like yourself - who can keep up with your latest wild child antics.
Someone stylish, attractive, and fit... who can keep you attracted for months.
Is hard to get - and lets you pursue things. You prefer to be the chaser, not the one being chased.

Your dating style:

Wild, unpredictable, fun, and daring. Your ideal date may involve a couple motorcycles or naked skydiving.

Your seduction style:

Honest and direct - you have no need for romance or much foreplay.
Show off. You like to show your lover how you're the best ever.
Ambitious. You often like to go all night - or aim for multiple orgasms.

Tips for the future:

Start to believe in second and third chances. You don't have to dump them so fast.
Savor the process. Sometimes the best part of falling in love is taking things in slow motion.
Let go of comparisons. If someone's with you, then you've already one. Stop worrying about exes.

Best color to attract mate: Red

Best day for a date: Tuesday

Your Mind is PG-13 Rated

Your mind is definitely a little dirty. You're naughty, but not trashy.
You don't shy away from a dirty joke, and you're clearly not a prude.

Hmmm... I think this quiz assumes that if you HAVE a dirty mind you act on it. Which is not ALWAYS the case.

The True You

You want your girlfriend or boyfriend to be more open with you.

With respect to money, you spend as little as possible.

You think good luck doesn't exist - reality is built on practicalities.

The hidden side of your personality tends to be satisfied to care for things with a minimal amount of effort.

You are tend to think about others' feelings a lot, perhaps because you are so eager to be liked.

When it comes to finding a romantic partner, you base your search on information from your friends.

Huh. *rolls eyes* SOME of those things are true but not PARTICULARLY True.

You Are Quite Worldly

You've done a good bit of worldly exploring, and you have an international perspective.
And you're definitely looking forward to your future adventures abroad.
You've got the passport, the desire to travel, and maybe even the language skills.
Now all you need are the means!

Actually I DON'T have the passport... but I WILL have one! Did you know it costs 100 bucks just for a passport? Anyway, I WILL have one by, let's see, March 7th, 2009 because our family is planning to pick BoyKid up from ITALY! WooHOO!

You Can Change Your Life, But It Won't Be Easy

You really, truly want to change. You're just not sure that you can do it.
You need a solid plan, supportive friends, and a strong will.
Think about times you've made hard changes, and what you did to get through them.
A change is in your future - you just need a little help getting started.

SIGH. Yeah. It's true.

Your Brain is Purple

Of all the brain types, yours is the most idealistic.
You tend to think wild, amazing thoughts. Your dreams and fantasies are intense.
Your thoughts are creative, inventive, and without boundaries.

You tend to spend a lot of time thinking of fictional people and places - or a very different life for yourself.


You Are Not Destined to Rule the World

You are destined for something else...
Like inventing a new type of cupcake.
You just don't have the stomach for brutality.
But watch out - because many people do!

It better not be a cupcake that needs cooking skills. (And CC, I took this thinking mostly of YOU!)

What Your Hands Say About You

You are logical, analytical, and rational. You have good verbal skills.

Flexible and broad minded, you can fit in to any situation. There's no telling where your life will take you.

Practical and down to earth, you're a doer not a dreamer. You rather get something done than think about it all day.

Your emotions tend to be nervous and potent. Your energy - both positive and negative - deeply impacts your life.

Fresno says my hands are tiny and girly. (I tell him they just look that way compared to his.) He says they are soft and small and beautiful and that they never ever relax because I am afraid to be touched and that I always feel like I am pulling them away even when I say I'm not. And, well, he's probably right as he has payed way more attention than my hands than I have. Actually, he's pretty perfect.

What's MY problem?

You didn't bring me here to drown so why am I 10 feet under and upside down?

Okay, so, where the devil is my Weather Pixie?! What does a pixelated doll need to take a vacation for?! And does the flag mean it is a holiday? Do the little Weather Pixie boy scouts put them out as a way to earn money like in our neighborhood? (and if so, our Real Life scouts didn't put our flag out for Mardi Gras/Shrove Tuesday/Fat Tuesday/National Pancake Day... I think they only do, like, patriotic type holidays... though come to think of it, I don't know if they remembered to put ours out for Presidents Day!) And is that a short pole or is it half-mast? Did... my Pixie DIE? Should I clap to bring her back? (Or is it for Trolley Square?)

Okay, shutting up now about the Weather Pixie, but it weirded me out. And I am going to finish this tomorrow because instead, I am going to go to bed... but maybe write someone first.
o o o o o o o o o

Other than that, well, I had been having an odd day. A normal day in Real Life, but my brain was elsewhere... with elsewhom... only, like, not, and yeah. So I went shopping looking everywhere for the freaky red powder used in Hawai'i because I really needed some with pineapple last night, but couldn't remember the name. So, I called Rinny to see if she remembered the name of it (and yes, I know elsewhom is not a real word.).

Well, when she called me back I don't know HOW but somehow I ended up walking around the grocery store venting to RINNY on the phone! Can we say the blind leading the blind? Anyway, then I came home and should have gone to sleep. But of course, I couldn't sleep. Instead, I wrote to Fresno. Basically I babbled and sorta dumped my mini-existential crisis in his lap. DAMN IT. Sometimes I wish I had a Wayback Machine. But I guess this just goes in the category of "things that will either scare him away or not but either way I will probably babble like this again so he may as well be used to it." STILL, I should really have a venting letter holding period of a day or 2 before sending. Review it first, THEN send.

Plus, it was 4 am when I was HEAD BANGING... and to Kacy Crowley and Rachel Loy?! What was THAT?! Where the heck is my HARD stuff? GEEZ!!! My brain, seriously! GOOD FREAKING GORDON! Anyway, yeah. I need to go to water aerobics.


How long have I been in this storm?
So overwhelmed by the ocean's shapeless form
The water's getting harder to tread
With these waves crashing over my head

If I could just see you, everything would be alright
If I see you this darkness will turn to light
And I will walk on water
And you will catch me if I fall
And I will get lost into your eyes
And everything will be alright
And everything will be alright

I know you didn't bring me out here to drown
So why am I ten feet under and upside down
Barely surviving has become my purpose
Cos I'm so used to living under the surface

If I could just see you, everything would be alright
If I see you this darkness will turn to light
And I will walk on water
And you will catch me if I fall
And I will get lost into your eyes
And everything will be alright

And I will walk on water
You will catch me if I fall
And I will get lost into your eyes
And everything will be alright
Now everything is alright
Everything's alright.

p.s. on a lighter note, I FINALLY saw Nacho Libre and LOVED IT!!!! It is seriously, HILARIOUS.

p.p.s. The powder is Li Hing Mui Powder

Monday, February 19, 2007

I, Kipluck, being of Unsound Mind and Unsound Body...

It seems as soon as I can pry myself off the couch with no more evil headaches for at least some length of time it seems the universe (or perhaps the couch itself?! (by the way, that couch picture is a shirt.... a shirt I WANT. You should buy it for me... or for you... and more.)) decides that just won't work to have Kipluck up and well.So early Sunday morning I got SLAMMED with a stomach flu. Yeah, you pretty much KNOW something's wrong when *I* wake up at 5 am (especially as I went to sleep at, oh, 3ish). I woke up and started throwing up like crazy. Then I started crying. Then I took a bath. Then napped a little more between throwing up. I spent most of Sunday sleeping, reading, crying, being super dizzy, and feeling lonely. I called my mom and found out that my dad had had the same thing a couple days ago, just a 24 hour thing, luckily. Thanks for sharing, Padre! Seriously though, it was just an ultra sucky day... luckily, like Padre's, I am feeling much better (physically anyway) already. But not before feeling like I was put through the spin cycle in a washing machine. Anyway, Sunday was just not great. Neither, truth be told, was last night because I had really REALLY yucky dreams all night. Like... bad, as in I hate that my brain even thinks them, and not even FUN-bad... just... yuck. Anyway, yeah, I woke myself up this morning by screaming and crying in my sleep and I have the feeling I may have even done some sleepwalking which SCARES ME TO DEATH. I don't [*think* I] sleepwalk anymore unless I am pretty sick and/or out of it. But every once in awhile, apparently I still do, and I don't know that I did, I just felt weird like maybe I did and I HATE that feeling.

Anyway, even if I stayed in bed the whole time, the dreams were disturbing and I just really wanted to be awake and back to quasi-normal. And I really REALLY wanted to go to the pool because all of my muscles hurt after my lovely yawning in Technicolor the day before. But I
forgot about PRESIDENT'S DAY. My regular pool was CLOSED. So I had to go to the Orem Rec. Center. That was bizarre. It has been, all, remodeled... but still seems MIGHTY ghetto compared to my physical therapy place. But I was NOT going to let what was supposed to be a happy thing like a holiday KEEP me from doing something that makes me feel better about myself and happier.

So, yeah, at least I swam.
AND I did some "Flying" around the house.
And I birdy-sat McKenzie and even got her out and played with her and gave her scratches and stuff.
And I took my meds
(and, yes, cried a little more, but I am on different anti-depressants, too, so some of that may not kick in yet and I am not 100% stable right now).
And I prayed.
And I at least did NOT throw up anymore, and watched 24 with the Roomie when she came home and ate brussel sprouts and gnocchi for dinner.

So... I
DID good today, and I felt better... than the weekend anyway.

Sunday, February 18, 2007

It is Sunday... So maybe I am just being a Phisher of Men?

[I should really stop this... I am going to get in trouble. But sometimes it is just so fun to dabble in the truly silly and surreal!]

Dear Sir,

I receive this news with great great sadness! I am sure you know, Mr. Baker that no amount of money is going to fill the hole in my heart that losing Ol' Lucy (that's what we used to call him in the family) has made. None of my friends here in the states ever met him, and so I feel like you are the only one I can talk to about it. You seem, Mr. Baker, to have his wishes in mind. You knew how important his job of Engraver of Trophies, Monogrammed Bowling Balls, and Dog Tags at Erdward's Trophy in Shropshire was to him... and how he wished to be addressed as such always, as if he were a Doctor or Professor. You have honored that, and to me that shows you are more than a lawyer... but a friend.

I am shocked, however, that Ol' Lucy made mention of the money going towards my "humanitarian activities." To be honest, he never thought much of my charitable endeavors. Having a rich relative with a strangely placed letter R in their name you don't think that I ask him more than once while he was living to lend a hand to my cause? Well, I did, and while people sometimes have a great change of heart nearing the end of their lives, I can't help but remember a harshly worded email (perhaps the very one you harvested this email address from? It must have been because, really, the old Engr. Schultz was never one for email either and there were few between us) after I asked him for just $8,000 to start up. He said "Kippy, I WILL not now, nor WILL I ever not even after I am dead, help you with your so-called 'humanitarian' efforts. You place emus in inner city flats for kids to learn responsibility. They could learn responsibility from a hamster! A dog! Why a great bloody bird like an emu? They eat all the family's food, poop on the floor, all in all I think your "Emu for every Emo" Program is a disgrace and I WILL never give you a single farthing to help it's furtherance."

However, your letter clearly shows he saw the light! At present we are hatching a new emu to be named Lurther in his honor, and Ronald, play your cards right with this WILL and there may be a large flightless bird in it for YOU as WILL--er-well.

Your future best friend,


On 2/18/07, Uk Estate Solicitors wrote:


33 Henrietta Street,
Covent Garden, London, WC2E 8NH



On behalf of the Trustees and Executor of the estate of Late Engr.
Lurther Schultz, I once again try to notify you as my earlier letter
returned undelivered. I hereby attempt to reach you again by this same
email address on the WILL.

I wish to notify you that late Engr. Lurther Schultz made you a
beneficiary to his WILL. He left the sum of seven million five hundred
thousand United States Dollars to you in the codicil and last testament
to his WILL.

Late Engr. Lurther Schultz died on the 12th day of March, 2004 at the
age of 80 years, and his WILL is now ready for execution. According to
him this money is to support your humanitarian activities and to help
the poor and the needy in our society.

Please if I reach you this time as I am hopeful, endeavor to get back
to me as soon as possible to enable me conclude my job. I hope to hear
from you in no distant time through my personal email address below.

Email: ronaldsolicitors111@yahoo.co.uk

Sincerely Yours,


Saturday, February 17, 2007

Very Funny, Peter.

Rinny sent me these. I don't know if any are fake, or what ages some are, but what I do know is they look A LOT like some of MY math papers growing up. Only my teachers never thought they were funny.

Apparently, had I been born a little later in the internet age I would have been famously funny (instead of famous for owning rubber duckies.)... instead, they just sent me to "Resource"... a lot. Not because I was dumb, just because I would doodle and get bored and not focus, etc. (Aaaaand NOW they are diagnosing me ADHD. Whatever.)


I especially like the part about "aesthetically pleasing." Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee!

Mali, I think Liz or April must have done this as a kid. (my friends from the old ward)

I don't understand the comment from the teacher, but this just makes me think of The Office.

Honestly, I swear this is straight from my papers. In high school. Possibly college. I had to be remedial... SHADDUP.

If I was the teacher I WOULD.

This is NOT like me. Why? Because my little math man would have hung himself SEVERAL lines ago! GEEZ! How do math-y people do that kind of stuff? Like numbers just seem... so... INTERCHANGEABLE to me. I know they AREN'T. But they SEEM that way.

Anyway, I LOVE the last kid best.

Seriously... AWESOME. Peter, whoever he is, is adorable.

BoyKid is and was VERY good at math. He passed me up in math skills by the time he was in 3rd grade or so. He just DOES numbers in his head REALLY fast and just GETS stuff. But he also does not listen if he doesn't want to. So once in kindergarten his accelerated math class was doing Lesser and Greater numbers with the symbols. Only he only listened to the fact that <> meant greater than, etc, but not what greater meant.

He KNEW what less meant... so you would think he would figure it out IN CONTEXT. But instead, each time they asked Less Than he would tell the smaller number.

Each time they asked Greater Than he would write a long explanation of why than number was BETTER. I remember he said "5 is greater than 7 because we have 5 people in our family." And that "8 is greater than 6 because 6 is when you get baptized."

Anyway, my baby bro may not have been immortalized on the internet with those gems, but his teacher did use them as an example of how smart he was if he would LISTEN, and my mom put them in a memory box somewhere.

Speaking of adorable boys, holy crap, Fresno is. Because my phone has been out of commission all day (and I got NOTHING fun... NOTHING. Just a working phone of exactly the sameness. Oh well. Working is better than broken.) till just a couple hours ago and then I listened to my messages which were all (but one) HIM and all of them cute and silly. And then he answered some survey I had sent him a long time ago(because he asks for them) and he even answered THAT cute and just silly and dumb and funny.

For instance...

9. Loved someone so much it made you cry. YES. I felt like Romeo losing my Juliet. I didn't know at the time that there are more Juliets out in this great big world.

19. Favourite fast food restaurant? Kneader's just cuz BethAnn I miss you!

23. What do you do when you are bored? I practice Zoolander faces in the mirror with an occasional "I'm so hot!" ... funny, but all the faces seem to look the same. I am getting better at it though!

Yeah. I miss him.

Aaaaaand now I should really just up and go to bed as it is, oh, 3 AM. That was DUMB of me to finish a movie (I was watching Dodgeball) GOOD NIGHT!