Friday, October 30, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
This is me when I was about four. Yes I had a mushroom hair cut. I think it was cute, in a hilarious kind of way. It's weird to think that I look exactly the same, but now I have hippie long hair. Anyway, when I was about two and a half my family moved to Texas. About a year and a half later, we moved back to Utah. And this is where the story begins. Business wasn't any better in Texas than in Utah, so we had to bring the equipment back. My dad had to bring the dump truck back. It was an old dump truck, like a beat up tonka truck left in the sand pile for a long time. I loved to ride with my dad, so I got to go with him. Now, there was no passenger seat in this particular truck, just floor space. So I got my Strawberry Shortcake blanket all spread out on the floor along with my Rainbow Brite doll. Well, because it was an old beat up dump truck, we could only go so fast. Like 45-50 mph fast. I remember stopping for gas. My dad let me get a bag of Cheetos and some Hawaiian Punch, then we were back on our way. On the second day of slow driving, we got a flat tire. Dad pulled off to the side of the road to fix it. I got out and sat on the side of the road and just cried my little eyes out.
"Daddy! I can't take it any more! I don't want to drive anymore!"
It just broke his heart, I mean look at that little face! Anyway, while he was fixing the flat and I was crying, a pack of wild dogs came and started chasing me. I was terrified beyond belief. My dad rescued me but I was scarred for the rest of my life. So the fear that experience created has turned to dislike over the years. And it has spread to all other animals. It's called generalization. I learned about it in college.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
I did all this before I remembered my dentist appointment this morning. I don't have dental insurance anymore, hence my not going to the dentist for the last two years... But I decided that my teeth are worth it. So I went and got a cleaning and an exam. I was afraid my dentist was going to start making cash register noises the second I openned my mouth. But he didn't. He actually said everything was looking really good. So only a half a million dollars and only relatively small cha-ching sound effects, I have cavity free and gleaming ivories. I wonder if I could sell my teeth to poachers for some cash.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Last night, my cousin clued me in on another thing that happens. I already knew it, I mean, my mom was pregnant all through my growing up years. I guess my cousin just reminded me. Pregnant people can't laugh too hard or too much. You hear a lot of "Oh, baby doesn't like that!" and "I gotta go!" or, "My tummy!"
I love it when preggo's say that "baby" wants this or that. "Baby is cold. It needs a blanket " or "Baby is tired. We have to go to bed." Sure blame it on the little shrimp inside you. I can't wait till I have that excuse: "I think the baby needs more cookies, and homemade ice cream... and more cereal" Pass it down!
I just figured it out, my mom was preggo for four and a half years starting from the time I was six. Of course there were a few breaks in there, but four and a half years. So I guess I know a lot of things about pregnancy. Like when your water breaks, you have time to take a shower and do your hair and put on make up before you have to go to the hospital. And everybody gets to go to Chuck-a-rama after they come and visit you and the babes. And you don't have to do the vacuuming for at least six weeks. And sometimes, if you have a mineral deficiency, you want to eat dirt. Mmm. Dirt.
I really, really can't wait for that.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
The most important lesson I learned though, is that I absolutely hate automatically flushing toilets in public restrooms. Who thought that was a good idea?! I suppose, in theory, it is pretty awesome. I mean, keeping things flushed can never be stressed enough. But, one wrong move and you get the worst bidet experience of your life.
I was however in the happiest place on earth... so naturally I had a really good time. I am really good at keeping myself entertained, especially when I am surrounded by tons of entertainment. I went to Disneyland my junior year of high school. I was a little underwhelmed. I wanted rollercoasters. I couldn't really understand what all the hype was over all that stuff. Well, this time, I totally got it. I love Disneyworld. I am sure I would love Disneyland. I felt like a little kid again. It made me want to come home and watch every Disney movie ever made. It really was magical!
I can't believe how much detail is in every little thing. They had a Swiss Family Robinson tree with the bamboo water chutes and everything. When you had to wait in line for a ride, it was in the theme of the ride. So, I was in a dungeon waiting for Pirates of the Carribbean and a creepy hotel for the tower of terror. The electric parade made my entire trip worth it, and Fantasmic was absolutely incredible. They had shows going all the time and things for old and young and young at heart, which, coincidentally, I am all three.
I ran into my friend's parents while at Animal kingdom (which was my favorite). Talk about a small world. (I liked that ride too - It's a Small World). The roller coasters were great and we went on a real safari. A safari! I can definitely see why people get all excited about Disneyland. One day, when I have kids, we're going.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
But back to Dan. It is just so hilarious. And real. Why don't they make more movies like this? I mean, I love it when I can identify with characters. I can't very well identify with action movie stars because, well, the most danger I am ever in is actually not my own danger at all. It belongs to the unfortunate soul who tries to wake me from my deep slumber. I like romantic comedies that aren't over the top. And this, is not over the top. I was a little weirded out by the fact that I was attracted to Michael Scott. I guess it was his human-ness. I don't understand why the cover has him with his head in a stack of pancakes, but that's ok. But it has some of the best lines. Ever.
"YOU. ARE. A. MURDERER OF LOVE!"
And then there is that sweet scene where he sings "Let My Love Open The Door." Too cute.