I have this friend, CollegeGuy...(I met him many moons ago when we were both in college). Anyway, we "ran into each other" on Facebook about 2 years ago. We did the lunch thing and caught up on old times. It was a lot of fun. Since then we get together every now and again. We share our stories of romance and heartache and our general well-being with each other. We are good friends... nothing more, nothing less.
We are such good friends, we can be completely honest with each other without hurting each other's feeling. I call him on his crap, he calls me on mine and then we usually laugh over it. We are the kind of friends who don't need to be in each other's lives all the time, but when we get together we can have a blast.
I had to drive down to his neck of the woods last Saturday to pick up some Crime Scene Tape from CSIGuy, and decided to stop and see CollegeGuy on the way back home. We did dinner and a movie and totally laughed our butts off. For the record, we had the best Pistachio Gelato I have ever tasted in my entire life... MMMM! I could've bathed in the stuff!
Anyway, we were sort of reminiscing about "old times" and discussing the dynamics of our relationship (everything I pretty much just summed up). I started laughing hysterically when I remembered an incident last year and then of course had to remind him about it... "Remember when...?"
Near the end of the summer last year, CollegeGuy sends me a text, "It's my birthday today... wanna come down and see a movie with me tonight?"
I reply, "Ok. But we're NOT making out."
He texts back, "Ummm...I'll get back to you."
hahahahaha! I find this complete honesty utterly hilarious, mostly because we were both serious! About 10 minutes pass and then I get another text, something along the lines of:
"Ok, no one else is available. I guess you're it..."
Face it, sometimes honesty can be funny.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
Not Me Monday
It's been a while since I've been in the Not Me Monday groove...but it's that time again...to tell you all of the things that did or did not happen this past week.
I did NOT start the week off with tons of sinus pressure and a 2-day sinus headache. I also did NOT have a kidlet who had herself a little virus w/ fever and she did NOT miss 2 days of the last week of school.
I did NOT get an A on my first Meteorology exam, for which I did NOT study and review three chapters for. The two main things I did NOT find interesting in my Meteorological studies this week were NOT a) Cloudy Days and Clear, Dry Nights provide optimum coolness in the summer. (I would have guessed that cloudy nights made things cooler.) and b) To avoid heat exhaustion in extreme heat, one should spend a minimum of 2 hours a day in an air conditioned environment. This does NOT remind me of the time I was preggo with LittleDuckling and we were NOT without a/c in our downtown apt., and I'd push FunnyMan in the stroller and we'd walk over and hang out in the mall all afternoon! ~okay~ Back to the post...
I did NOT say that my high schooler could have friends over for a li'l ol' backyard BBQ and they did NOT have Hotdogs, S'mores and homemade root beer, and then I did NOT allow them to burn a ton of homework in the firepit. They did NOT create a ton of Ash.
I did NOT get results back on my recent blood labs and everything there did NOT check out "normal", except for my cholesterol which was NOT considered "optimal". I guess my cholesterol is NOT an overachiever, tee hee. As glad as I am about the blood work results, this also does NOT mean that we are still looking for "answers".
My father did NOT pass through the area and did NOT stop by to say hi and to work on a few things for me, and he did NOT leave with me a Father's Blessing.
I did NOT sew a little and refurbish some thrift store finds to make a Cleopatra and a Robin Hood costume for an upcoming par-tay. They did NOT turn out pretty darn good, if I do say so myself. (And I do... cuz I'm not really a good seamstress. Really. I'm not.)
Finally, I did NOT put off housework Saturday to drive down to Payson and see my friend, CSIGuy for some crime scene tape and we did NOT hang out for a couple of hours and chat and laugh our butts off! Then, on my way back, I did NOT stop off in Orem to see another friend, CollegeGuy and we did NOT go to an early dinner and discuss his recent dating woes and catch up on old times and I did NOT say slightly inappropriate things in front of the server just to get a reaction. Also, we did NOT watch the movie Killers, and we did NOT laugh our butts off and it totally did NOT make me wanna get my gun out and play with it. :) And as always, CollegeGuy was such a gem and paid! ~awww~
So... what did you NOT do this week?
I did NOT start the week off with tons of sinus pressure and a 2-day sinus headache. I also did NOT have a kidlet who had herself a little virus w/ fever and she did NOT miss 2 days of the last week of school.
I did NOT get an A on my first Meteorology exam, for which I did NOT study and review three chapters for. The two main things I did NOT find interesting in my Meteorological studies this week were NOT a) Cloudy Days and Clear, Dry Nights provide optimum coolness in the summer. (I would have guessed that cloudy nights made things cooler.) and b) To avoid heat exhaustion in extreme heat, one should spend a minimum of 2 hours a day in an air conditioned environment. This does NOT remind me of the time I was preggo with LittleDuckling and we were NOT without a/c in our downtown apt., and I'd push FunnyMan in the stroller and we'd walk over and hang out in the mall all afternoon! ~okay~ Back to the post...
I did NOT say that my high schooler could have friends over for a li'l ol' backyard BBQ and they did NOT have Hotdogs, S'mores and homemade root beer, and then I did NOT allow them to burn a ton of homework in the firepit. They did NOT create a ton of Ash.
I did NOT get results back on my recent blood labs and everything there did NOT check out "normal", except for my cholesterol which was NOT considered "optimal". I guess my cholesterol is NOT an overachiever, tee hee. As glad as I am about the blood work results, this also does NOT mean that we are still looking for "answers".
My father did NOT pass through the area and did NOT stop by to say hi and to work on a few things for me, and he did NOT leave with me a Father's Blessing.
I did NOT sew a little and refurbish some thrift store finds to make a Cleopatra and a Robin Hood costume for an upcoming par-tay. They did NOT turn out pretty darn good, if I do say so myself. (And I do... cuz I'm not really a good seamstress. Really. I'm not.)
Finally, I did NOT put off housework Saturday to drive down to Payson and see my friend, CSIGuy for some crime scene tape and we did NOT hang out for a couple of hours and chat and laugh our butts off! Then, on my way back, I did NOT stop off in Orem to see another friend, CollegeGuy and we did NOT go to an early dinner and discuss his recent dating woes and catch up on old times and I did NOT say slightly inappropriate things in front of the server just to get a reaction. Also, we did NOT watch the movie Killers, and we did NOT laugh our butts off and it totally did NOT make me wanna get my gun out and play with it. :) And as always, CollegeGuy was such a gem and paid! ~awww~
So... what did you NOT do this week?
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
So, You Think You Can Cupcake?
Ummm..... hullo!?!?!? Do you see what I see???
That's right ENOR-HUGE-GI-MONGOUS Cupcake pans!!! Wilton makes them... the pans look like this ---
I am definitely using my 50% off coupon for this lovely little piece!
That's right ENOR-HUGE-GI-MONGOUS Cupcake pans!!! Wilton makes them... the pans look like this ---
I am definitely using my 50% off coupon for this lovely little piece!
Seriously, folks. I am NOT an "impulse" shopper nor a gotta-have-it-now buyer. But this?!?!? Yeah... I'm getting it.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Point of View - The Child that Got Left Behind
Based on the true experience of my sister, Sarah. Circa 1982 or 1983 perhaps?
Point of View from Mom:
I remember going to McDonald's and eating prior to shoe shopping. Only some of the children needed shoes and the other children would wait in the car at the shoe store. We ate the meal without any difficulties at McDonald's and Sarah went to the bathroom, which I totally forgot. I told the children to get in the car, and I did not count noses. We drove across the highway to the shoe store. The children that needed shoes got out and the others were told to stay put; to NOT get out of the car. The shoe store had the glass front, so when I saw Sarah standing on the outside of the car I was mad. I went out and started to yell at her, until she said that I had forgotten her at McDonald's. Boy did I feel like Mommy Dearest. She was so little and had crossed a four lane highway all by herself. And that is a very busy highway, day or night. Someone was she watching over her even if I wasn't.
Point of View from Sarah:
I remember I went into the bathroom with somebody to wash my hands. I was the last one out and when I stepped outside, the van was driving out of the parking lot. EJ was in the back seat looking back at me. He even waved as I was running after the van screaming. I didn't really know how to get home exactly but I figured if I just went the way that the van was headed I would eventually make it home. I began walking. I was very scared. I knew it was getting darker and I didn't know how long it would take me to walk home. I remember passing Kmart. I heard some bikers coming up from behind me. My plan was that if they tried to grab me I would run across the Kmart parking lot and run inside and ask for help. I knew I was a fast runner and I hoped I was fast enough. They drove by without bothering me so I didn't have to worry about it. I kept walking and then I saw the van across the street. I knew it was ours because I had never seen any other red van with an airbrushed windsurfer on the side. The road was like a five lane highway. I waited and waited for an opening. Finally there was a break and I ran across the street. I began to get in the van and immediately I was getting yelled at. Everyone was mad that I got out of the van because Mom told everyone to stay in the van. They didn't realize I was left at McDonald's. I started to cry and I told them I was left behind. Then I believe it was Emma who took me inside to tell Mom. I was still very upset. Mom was very mad and then I got yelled at again because I should have stayed at the McDonald's instead of walking down the street. I felt like I couldn't get any pity anywhere.
The next day I went to school and started writing my story in my journal. Whenever we finished a journal we turned it in and then began in a new notebook. I only got to the part about Kmart when I ran out of room. I turned that journal in and then finished the story in my new book. My teacher had taken my finished notebook home with her to read a few entries. She said that she was in suspense all night wondering how the story played out. The next day she begged me to tell her the rest of the story.
I learned my lesson and I don't think I ever got left behind again, and if I did I knew to always stay in the last place my Mom saw me. My cousin Marvin told me a story about when my aunt and uncle once left one of them in Ohio. They were hours away when they realized it and had to go back. That made me feel a little better about my situation.
Point of View from the Van:
I am big and red and have a way cool vintage hippie windsurfer airbrushed on my side. Back in the day, I was quite a catch. Then a man bought me and took me home and introduced me to his wife and seven children. Seven! I knew right then my glory days were over and it was time to settle down and be a reliable van; this family needed me. New seats were installed, enough to hold all 9 passengers, and my new adventures consisted of following the speed limit and getting an array of unknown sticky substances in my carpet.
It didn't take long for me to get used to the drill. Mom up front, Emma calling shotgun, the other oldest two in the middle and all of the little ones in back. Well, one night, things became a little more adventurous than normal. It was that time of year; the time to fit half of this army for new school shoes. The kidlets piled in and off we went on a thirty minute drive into Dunlap.
First stop was McDonald's. The cargo of kids jumped up and down (as much as one can in a van) but I wasn't worried. I knew my shocks could handle it. Normally the mom would just parade me through the drive-thru and order the usual 7 cheeseburgers, 1 hamburger, and 8 waters. But not that night. Guess it must have been special as they parked me in the corner and ventured into the place of McHappy. It was sort of nice to take a breather... y'know... quiet time.
However, this mom was on a mission to get shoes, and therefore the break was short and sweet. Before I knew it kids were piling back in and it was time to get my motor revving. Wait a minute. Something wasn't right. My weights and balance sensors were telling me something was off. I might be getting old, I thought to myself, but I am pretty sure I arrived carrying just a smidge more weight than we were leaving with. Nevertheless, the mother put me in gear and we were off.
Within seconds, I could feel someone on my heels. My rear-view mirrors told me it was one of them; the 5th one to be exact. Oh she was my favorite too! The quiet one. She never spilled or jumped around, and always wore her seatbelt. She was running to catch up with us but the mom had no idea and had embarked on her shoe shopping mission with fury.
"Run, little one! Run!" I remember sputtering out. We turned onto the highway and as we made the venture across all lanes, her image shrank away from me. I was half-tempted to fake a stalling, but alas, we turned into the shoe store parking lot and came to a complete stop.
Several kidlets shuffled out and then there was yelling as the little one made it safely back inside. There were a few more moments of chaos, tears and confusion and finally -- calm.
She was safe and sound in her chair in the back; where I could make sure she got home safely that time.
Point of View from Mom:
I remember going to McDonald's and eating prior to shoe shopping. Only some of the children needed shoes and the other children would wait in the car at the shoe store. We ate the meal without any difficulties at McDonald's and Sarah went to the bathroom, which I totally forgot. I told the children to get in the car, and I did not count noses. We drove across the highway to the shoe store. The children that needed shoes got out and the others were told to stay put; to NOT get out of the car. The shoe store had the glass front, so when I saw Sarah standing on the outside of the car I was mad. I went out and started to yell at her, until she said that I had forgotten her at McDonald's. Boy did I feel like Mommy Dearest. She was so little and had crossed a four lane highway all by herself. And that is a very busy highway, day or night. Someone was she watching over her even if I wasn't.
Point of View from Sarah:
I remember I went into the bathroom with somebody to wash my hands. I was the last one out and when I stepped outside, the van was driving out of the parking lot. EJ was in the back seat looking back at me. He even waved as I was running after the van screaming. I didn't really know how to get home exactly but I figured if I just went the way that the van was headed I would eventually make it home. I began walking. I was very scared. I knew it was getting darker and I didn't know how long it would take me to walk home. I remember passing Kmart. I heard some bikers coming up from behind me. My plan was that if they tried to grab me I would run across the Kmart parking lot and run inside and ask for help. I knew I was a fast runner and I hoped I was fast enough. They drove by without bothering me so I didn't have to worry about it. I kept walking and then I saw the van across the street. I knew it was ours because I had never seen any other red van with an airbrushed windsurfer on the side. The road was like a five lane highway. I waited and waited for an opening. Finally there was a break and I ran across the street. I began to get in the van and immediately I was getting yelled at. Everyone was mad that I got out of the van because Mom told everyone to stay in the van. They didn't realize I was left at McDonald's. I started to cry and I told them I was left behind. Then I believe it was Emma who took me inside to tell Mom. I was still very upset. Mom was very mad and then I got yelled at again because I should have stayed at the McDonald's instead of walking down the street. I felt like I couldn't get any pity anywhere.
The next day I went to school and started writing my story in my journal. Whenever we finished a journal we turned it in and then began in a new notebook. I only got to the part about Kmart when I ran out of room. I turned that journal in and then finished the story in my new book. My teacher had taken my finished notebook home with her to read a few entries. She said that she was in suspense all night wondering how the story played out. The next day she begged me to tell her the rest of the story.
I learned my lesson and I don't think I ever got left behind again, and if I did I knew to always stay in the last place my Mom saw me. My cousin Marvin told me a story about when my aunt and uncle once left one of them in Ohio. They were hours away when they realized it and had to go back. That made me feel a little better about my situation.
Point of View from the Van:
I am big and red and have a way cool vintage hippie windsurfer airbrushed on my side. Back in the day, I was quite a catch. Then a man bought me and took me home and introduced me to his wife and seven children. Seven! I knew right then my glory days were over and it was time to settle down and be a reliable van; this family needed me. New seats were installed, enough to hold all 9 passengers, and my new adventures consisted of following the speed limit and getting an array of unknown sticky substances in my carpet.
It didn't take long for me to get used to the drill. Mom up front, Emma calling shotgun, the other oldest two in the middle and all of the little ones in back. Well, one night, things became a little more adventurous than normal. It was that time of year; the time to fit half of this army for new school shoes. The kidlets piled in and off we went on a thirty minute drive into Dunlap.
First stop was McDonald's. The cargo of kids jumped up and down (as much as one can in a van) but I wasn't worried. I knew my shocks could handle it. Normally the mom would just parade me through the drive-thru and order the usual 7 cheeseburgers, 1 hamburger, and 8 waters. But not that night. Guess it must have been special as they parked me in the corner and ventured into the place of McHappy. It was sort of nice to take a breather... y'know... quiet time.
However, this mom was on a mission to get shoes, and therefore the break was short and sweet. Before I knew it kids were piling back in and it was time to get my motor revving. Wait a minute. Something wasn't right. My weights and balance sensors were telling me something was off. I might be getting old, I thought to myself, but I am pretty sure I arrived carrying just a smidge more weight than we were leaving with. Nevertheless, the mother put me in gear and we were off.
Within seconds, I could feel someone on my heels. My rear-view mirrors told me it was one of them; the 5th one to be exact. Oh she was my favorite too! The quiet one. She never spilled or jumped around, and always wore her seatbelt. She was running to catch up with us but the mom had no idea and had embarked on her shoe shopping mission with fury.
"Run, little one! Run!" I remember sputtering out. We turned onto the highway and as we made the venture across all lanes, her image shrank away from me. I was half-tempted to fake a stalling, but alas, we turned into the shoe store parking lot and came to a complete stop.
Several kidlets shuffled out and then there was yelling as the little one made it safely back inside. There were a few more moments of chaos, tears and confusion and finally -- calm.
She was safe and sound in her chair in the back; where I could make sure she got home safely that time.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Ten Year Review
In the past ten years, I...
- had my 3rd baby
- got promoted
- got demoted (post 9-11 cutbacks :( )
- got my real estate license
- got my escrow license
- got my notary
- changed careers...twice
- got sick
- had minor surgery
- was still sick
- had major surgery
- lost 36 lbs
- gained back 25
- planned a reunion or two
- paid off my vehicle
- got a puppy
- gave away a dog
- planned church girl's camp
- worked on a Habitat for Humanity House
- learned basic quilting
- learned beading
- started scrapbooking
- traveled to Southern Utah, Nevada, Idaho, Wyoming, Washington DC, Nauvoo, Denver, Indiana, Hawaii, San Francisco, Japan and the Philippines
- directed a play
- wrote a novella
- wrote a song
- attended several professional sporting events - in GOOD seats!
- attended a John Mayer concert
- shot a gun
- got my concealed carry permit
- bought a gun
- lost a friend
- gained several new friends
- moved to this neighborhood
- killed a garden
- planted bulbs
- got a divorce
- saved money on my car insurance
- became a clinically diagnosed insomniac
- created a MySpace page
- started blogging
- joined Facebook
- canceled MySpace
- went to Disneyland
- enjoyed camping
- began walking
- started running on occasion too!
- went back to school
- had a Menaissance weekend
- found new love
- lost new love
- found love
- lost love
- experienced more pain & heartache than I ever thought possible
- found joy in unexpected places
- laughed a thousand laughs
- and shed a thousand tears
...just to name a few. What about you?
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Finding Mr. Right
Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep...
Wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you're just as pretty without makeup on.
One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have you.... The one who turns to his friends and says, 'that's her.'
~ Anonymous
Wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you're just as pretty without makeup on.
One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have you.... The one who turns to his friends and says, 'that's her.'
~ Anonymous
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