I think I'll watch Pride and Prejudice

I'm sad today. I'm hormonal. I hate it. I read a news article online and got all sniffly. Just now I read a friend's blog and felt like crying a little when I saw a photo of a quilt his little sister gave him for his birthday.

It touched me, I think, because I know what it takes to piece together a quilt. It's hard, at least for me. It takes so much time and patience...I've started several. Never finished a single one.

And that makes me sad. I start things and don't ever finish.

I think today qualifies as one of those "bad" days. I woke up late, I got to work way later than I wanted to, managed to get marinara sauce on my shirt, I'm tired, I'm bored, I'm hormonal..(Damn you, hormones!)

I feel a little better now.

The girl on the other side of the cubicle wall just said, "Oh, my stars!" and that pretty much made my day. Thank you, Christine.

On dreams

I've always been a dreamer. I've always had very vivid dreams. And I've pretty much always been able to remember the dreams that I've had. Sometimes I think I should have started writing them all down years ago so that I could put them in a book or something. For now I'll just recount some dreams I've had lately.

Last night...I went with some random acquaintances to someone's house for a visit. There was a sign on the front door that said, "Please remove your shoes." In my dream I panicked a bit...I was so afraid that my feet were going to stink BAD since I had had my shoes on all day. I was standing on the porch wondering how I was going to get around taking off my shoes when I looked down and noticed the foot washing stream.

Coming out of the wall in the entry way of the house was this pretty little waterfall cascading down a cobblestone fountain. It ran into a shallow basin on the floor. You sat down on a little bench to remove your shoes and socks, then you took a step down into the basin, stood for a minute, and then stepped back up onto a plush towel on a vented tile floor, where warm air came up to dry your feet. After your feet were dry, you stepped into some ridiculously fluffy slippers. The water drained out of the basin and was refilled after each person stepped in, for sanitation purposes, I'm sure.

In my dream I was relieved and rather delighted. My feet were clean! They didn't stink anymore! I didn't have to worry about it!

I don't remember much else about this crazy dream. When I woke up this morning I thought to myself, "Hey, that's not a bad little invention I just dreamed about." Not very practical, but definitely cool.

Two nights ago...I was with a friend from work, Jaala, and we were out running some errands in her ghetto 70's car that was pieced together with parts from a million different cars. The trick to this car was you had to push it down a hill to get it started. It sucked trying to find a hill to park on every time we went somewhere so that we could get the car started again when we were done.

After finishing one errand we went out to the car and started to push it down the hill. One strange thing was that Jaala didn't sit in the car while she waited for it to start. She ran along side it, then would jump in after it started. So we're pushing the car down the hill and it won't start. So we keep pushing, the car goes faster and faster, and it gets away from us. Lucky for us because about the time we fell behind the car, it rolled out into an intersection and got hit by a delivery truck. We just stood there with our mouths open thinking, "I can't believe that just happened!"

And then I woke up.

The end.

On the weekend

So...I didn't do a dang thing all weekend. Well, unless you call countless hours of t.v. watching, PS2 playing, movie watching not doing a dang thing. Can I tell you how good it felt? It felt good.

I was in my jammies until 5:45 p.m. on Saturday, since we had to babysit R-dog and Nater-Monkey on Saturday night. ( I just made those names up. I like them. That's what I'm going to use for Ryan and Nathan from now on. Yay!) So we stopped at Winger's in Lehi for a quick dinner and headed to the Mount of Eagles to play with the boys. What a hoot. R-dog was so excited to see Uncle Cam that he was talking so fast we couldn't understand a word he said. And Nater-Monkey, although not quite as excited, was pretty darn stoked to see his Aunt Weez. He gave me a tour of the house, walking around pointing and making his various monkey noises which roughly translate to, "Hey, Aunt Weez, check it out! It's a computer! And hey, look over here! Books!! Ooh! Ooh! Look at my new Thomas train! Socks!! Binkie!!" You get the idea. I love those boys. I wish we saw them more...

On Sunday we missed two baby blessings (oops :/) because we both slept in until about 10:00. Cam never does that. He must need it. I was in my jammies ALL DAY on Sunday. We had hot cereal for lunch (Zoom, anyone?) and microwave popcorn for dinner. Not healthy, I know. I should be ashamed since my goal for 2008 is getting in shape.

Speaking of, I lost 4 pounds in the last week. It's probably a fluke. Just water weight or something. But I'm still very excited. I'm eating more fiber so I don't snack so much. My digestive tract is shocked. Fiber in the new year. Yeah, intestines, get used to it.

I'm very excited to hopefully get my new (used) elliptical on Saturday if the weather cooperates. The past two weekends haven't cooperated at all, and you can't haul a peice of indoor excercise machinery in the back of a truck in a blizzard. Well, you could, but I'm not gonna. I am excited to start moving on my new machine. I love ellipticals. Cardio while watching t.v. in the comfort of home where no one can see me sweat and pant because I am ridiculously out of shape and pathetic. AND, no shinsplints and sore knees from the impact. Whoever invented the elliptical machine is a genius, and probably deserves my friendship.

Joey had to go home yesterday...sniff...I miss that girl! She is my sparkly princess cupcake and I love her!


And did I mention she can husk corn?

On Bubbles and Nerd Birthdays

So...Saturday night was spent blowing bubbles at the Andersons' house. That's right, folks. Adult people were blowing bubbles. I can't tell you how much fun it was! If more people would spend time together blowing bubbles, what a wonderful world this would be! We could have chosen to watch tv, or go bowling, or downed shots of tequila, but NO! We chose to blow bubbles, and as a result, we are all better friends. Because let's face it, you have to be good friends to sit together in a room and blow bubbles for an hour.
The other activity of choice? As Joey so eloquently put it, parlor games. We weren't really in the parlor. We sat at the kitchen table and played the timeless game of racing and treachery: Aggravation. We can't go to the Andersons' without playing it. It's quality time spent rolling dice, moving marbles, pouting, shouting, stabbing backs and pissing each other off in general. It is the best game in the world.
January 1st was Cam's birthday. We went out to lunch, did some shopping, saw I Am Legend (pretty good flick), went to dinner, then went home and watched a nerd movie. I won't mention the movie because I don't want to admit to anyone that I watched it, but it involved the Borg, warp speed, earth and that guy from Reading Rainbow. Crap. Now you know. Anyway, Happy Birthday to Cam, the love of my life!!

On Holiday

I wondered when I started this thing if I would keep up with it. Now I know that the answer is a definite no. I try.
I am the only person working on the 2nd floor today. I've checked. Just me and the crickets and all of the interviews I should be transcribing.
Christmas was merry and festive. Cam and I spent the afternoon of Christmas Eve with Gramma Hiatt, and the early evening with Joey and her family eating creme brulee and chatting about stuff. I wore a $3000 fur vest for kicks. It was the ugliest thing I have ever seen. But now I can say that I've worn a $3000 fur vest. After the evening with the Andersons, we went to Tom and Kathy's for the annual Kelley family Christmas Eve thingy. Then we had a sleep over at Mom and Dad K's house. That was fun. Opened gifts, ate breakfast and ran back home to Orem to Mom and Dad W's house because Jakey called from Argentina. It's always good to talk to Jakey. What a kid. A while later Russ called from Iraq. Cam talked to him for a bit. He was preparing to roll out on a mission. What a way to spend Christmas...although, I guess it wasn't Christmas anymore in Iraq. Had fun playing with Kaylie and Brandon, eating ribs and sweet potatoes, and then playing cards like usual.
And now I shall return to work.

On Coasting

It's been a while...I'm not very good at this, really.


A lot has happened since July. I have a new job. I'm the Administrative Assistant to the Distributor Success Process (DSP) Team. It was slow getting started, but it's busied up...I should actually be transcribing interviews instead of blogging, but whatever.


In August Cam and I went with Max and Sharon, Grandma and Grandpa Davis, and Ted, Debora, Calen and Jeffrey to Oregon. We stayed in Astoria and explored the coast and...
I AM IN LOVE! It was the most beautiful place I have ever seen. Green beyond description. Clean air. Rivers and Ocean. Mist and rain and sunshine. We had so much fun that one day I want to live there. I'll be a real Goonie!

Joey came to visit in August. We ate creme brulee and drove to Heber and took pictures of sunburned rednecks hiking by waterfalls. I'll post pics of that later.

Ross came to visit last week. It was fun to see him. Can't wait to make it to England one day. Cam's got a year left of school, so hopefully soon after. We've got so many places to go. NYC, England, Ireland, Canada...(squawk)

Russ is in Iraq, which is weird. I hate to think about him being there even though he is a tough, brave Marine. I pay closer attention to the news nowadays. He'll be all right.

Cam, Pat and I are going to see Collective Soul tonight at the Great Saltaire. Good music, should be fun.

On Fire

"The world is on fire, it's more than I can handle." So says Sarah McLachlan, and I agree. My lungs can't handle it at least. I can't breathe! I wish people would quit being stupid and starting wildfires and burning Utah to the ground. Then I would stop coughing, the sky would be blue, and I would stop bitching about fires.
It's so eerily quiet here in the land of OAS, with people being out on vacation after the holiday. I need to go outside and run around the building or something...but wait, I can't breathe. And it's a million degrees, so I would get sweaty. So we can't do that. I'll just sit here in my cube and drowse and type.
Saw Transformers and License to Wed. Loved the robots. Hated the other.
I dreamed there was a moose in my bedroom. Also that Robin Williams was trying to be my priest. I don't know which was creepier. Probably the big, hairy comedian.

On breathing

So...I haven't blogged for a year. How sad. I never could keep a journal, and apparently I can't keep a blog.
Dad's 60! We're just glad he made it through the first part of this year. He's been in ICU twice with this crazy mystery lung illness. We finally have a diagnosis: Saccular Bronchiectasis. Basically, that means that he has an irreversible lung disease similar to cystic fibrosis with a touch of emphysema. He'll probably not die prematurely, but he'll be on medications to control phlegm and fluid build up, and wheezing. It's interesting, because Dad's brother, Tim, died at age 16 from Cystic fibrosis. So he's carrying some mutated form of the gene.
Kami brought Abbey and Megan to see my at work today. That was a fun little treat.
Cam and I are going to move furniture and clean up the patio tomorrow. Then I think we'll go and try to find a place in the mountains where there is room to fish.
Yeah.