Sad, sad times have descended upon this little bloggers family. Weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth is happening throughout the land. Sackcloth and ashes are being worn in grief. . . .
Okay, maybe not, but a sad thing did happen. The Little Brother and The Little Sister-In-Law-To-Be broke up. Oh, there goes the wailing and gnashing of teeth again. *sigh*
I was really sad when The Mom called and told me what happened, and even sadder when I harassed The Little Brother until he called me and told me himself what happened. So there is no August wedding for us to be attending, and I no longer have an excuse to get all gussied up and flutter my eyelashes at The Man until he asks me if I have something in my eye. At least not that day.
It is all a little confusing for the rest of us though, because they have decided to stay good friends, and are still using the tickets they got for their honeymoon trip. They are just going as friends now. And The Little Brother suggested family reunions every other year that also involve The Little Ex-Sister-In-Law-To-Be's family. Oh, and when I was talking to him on the phone, he very hurriedly had to answer another call from her. His excuse was that she was in the woods. I have no idea what that means phone call wise (she is a forestry major at The College), but he never did call me back. (So Little Brother, if you are reading this (though I highly doubt it), I am still waiting by my phone to hear from you. CALL ME BACK OR THEY ARE ALL GOING TO GET IT! Love you!) I guess we will see what happens. Relationships are weird, sometimes. Both The Man and I commend them for not being afraid to call off the wedding so close to the date. I've heard so many stories of couples that should have called it off or postponed it at least until they were better prepared or more sure of things. While The Man and I did get married 4 months after we met, I would never, ever recommend that to any other couple. That was a stroke of good luck and Heavenly Father yelling at both of us to get on with it. We both felt the need to get married as soon as possible, though neither of us are sure why. But hey, you know the old saying, "Do as I say, not as I do." That applies here, folks.
And in happier news, today is our 5 year anniversary! Too bad there will be no fun-having tonight for it, because both of us are sick. I fully blame the fun-having we had over the weekend at The Anniversary Vacation Place (The Hines Mansion in Provo, UT. I highly recommend it). It exhausted both of us. But it was a good exhaustion, until we woke up sick with nasty colds. This is my second one in as many weeks. I am so ready for this to be over! I'm still waiting for The Best Friend's magic cold-taking-away fairy wand to be waved over me. Someday, I will be able to breathe again.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Orem Crapperfest
Okay, so the title's not very ingenious, but hey, it's late.
So, it's a beautiful Saturday afternoon, and we decided to take advantage of that and go grocery shopping at Hell*mart. Mostly because if we didn't, we would have no food to eat for the next week. So we leave, happily listening to Mica on the way, and not even getting that frustrated when we came across an accident cutting off two lanes of traffic. We get to said grocery store and purchase our overpriced cheapness and leave. Only to discover that we CAN'T GET HOME. That's right. Orem City has been having some week long party called Orem Summerfest. And today was the day of the parade. We didn't know about Summerfest, since we don't read the paper or watch TV, but we knew there was going to be a parade because there had been chairs, blankets, and roped off areas of grass people had put up on the "best" spots. What we didn't know is that our little cul-de-sac thingy, having only 3 entrances (2 being on the parade route), would have them all blocked off by police, leaving us unable to get to our house to unload said groceries. Now, we could have gotten there by foot, they had no problem with that. But we were told to park our car in the high school parking lot and wait out the parade, because the street wouldn't open up until then. This particular street wasn't even being used by the parade! There was no reason that we could see for the street being blocked off completely. GAH!!!! We had no notices from anyone that the street would be blocked off for what turned out to be 3 hours. None. If we had known this, we would have gone grocery shopping earlier. But we didn't, so we went later. Because, you know, sleeping in is kind of nice. Luckily, as we drove around fuming and wondering what to do with our melting ice cream, juice, and dinners, I saw one of the members of our ward sitting out in her carport. I pulled over to ask if we could park in their driveway (there wasn't any available parking on the street, it was jam packed 3 blocks from the parade). I couldn't even get the words out, I was so frustrated and mad that I started crying. She and her husband very nicely let us sit with them and chatted for 2 hours (we drove around for 1 trying to get home) before the parade was finally over and they had taken down the road block and we were able to get home. It was after 10 when we finally got the groceries put away and dinner on the table. Thank goodness The Man was led by the Spirit to buy a frozen lasagna, because that's what we had to nuke and eat for dinner. And I'm so thankful that we didn't have a bunch of hungry, screaming kids in the car. That would have really sucked.
But we did get a Fat Boy ice cream sandwich out of it.
So, it's a beautiful Saturday afternoon, and we decided to take advantage of that and go grocery shopping at Hell*mart. Mostly because if we didn't, we would have no food to eat for the next week. So we leave, happily listening to Mica on the way, and not even getting that frustrated when we came across an accident cutting off two lanes of traffic. We get to said grocery store and purchase our overpriced cheapness and leave. Only to discover that we CAN'T GET HOME. That's right. Orem City has been having some week long party called Orem Summerfest. And today was the day of the parade. We didn't know about Summerfest, since we don't read the paper or watch TV, but we knew there was going to be a parade because there had been chairs, blankets, and roped off areas of grass people had put up on the "best" spots. What we didn't know is that our little cul-de-sac thingy, having only 3 entrances (2 being on the parade route), would have them all blocked off by police, leaving us unable to get to our house to unload said groceries. Now, we could have gotten there by foot, they had no problem with that. But we were told to park our car in the high school parking lot and wait out the parade, because the street wouldn't open up until then. This particular street wasn't even being used by the parade! There was no reason that we could see for the street being blocked off completely. GAH!!!! We had no notices from anyone that the street would be blocked off for what turned out to be 3 hours. None. If we had known this, we would have gone grocery shopping earlier. But we didn't, so we went later. Because, you know, sleeping in is kind of nice. Luckily, as we drove around fuming and wondering what to do with our melting ice cream, juice, and dinners, I saw one of the members of our ward sitting out in her carport. I pulled over to ask if we could park in their driveway (there wasn't any available parking on the street, it was jam packed 3 blocks from the parade). I couldn't even get the words out, I was so frustrated and mad that I started crying. She and her husband very nicely let us sit with them and chatted for 2 hours (we drove around for 1 trying to get home) before the parade was finally over and they had taken down the road block and we were able to get home. It was after 10 when we finally got the groceries put away and dinner on the table. Thank goodness The Man was led by the Spirit to buy a frozen lasagna, because that's what we had to nuke and eat for dinner. And I'm so thankful that we didn't have a bunch of hungry, screaming kids in the car. That would have really sucked.
But we did get a Fat Boy ice cream sandwich out of it.
Monday, June 9, 2008
Dust in the Blink of An Eye
Well, I suppose I should write something about my birthday. Yep, that's right, I'm now 27 years old. *sigh*
I certainly don't feel 27. I'm now older than some of the women "interviewed" for sex stories in Cosmo magazine. I'm closer to 30 than ever. And 30 is old. I don't feel like I should be 27 years old. I feel like I'm still around 22 or so. I'm almost an adult!!! As a kid, I thought 27 was ancient (and really, who didn't?) and that I would never be that big, old, or wise. But here I am. And I'm still not that big, or wise, though I most certainly am that old. And no kids! In church yesterday, the Primary chorister revealed that she's 26, and she already as 2 kids, one of which is 4 years old and in my Sunbeams class. She doesn't seem 26, she seems much older to me. Much more mature. I don't know if that has anything to do with the fact that she has children and I don't, but still. I felt ancient and immature at the same time. It was very weird.
I never ever thought I would be 27 and not have kids. I figured I would be almost done by now. But then, I also planned on being married by 20. I certainly didn't want to be 22 when I got married, but at least I was engaged before I turned 22. I'm not even pregnant, and there's no hope of that changing anytime soon. BAH!!!
But the actual day was fun. The Man tried to arrange another surprise party for me, and this after I specifically told him not to, but it didn't work out. The Dog Friends came though, around noon I think, and stayed until 2 AM. It was loads of fun. I love talking to them. I don't think we stopped talking the whole time. And The Parents and The In-Laws both called as well, and The Best Friend took me out to lunch, and I guess The Little Brother called the day before, but I was at work, where I got a birthday card signed by a bunch of my co-workers. That was awesome too. Yes, I still love my job. Besides the card, they will reimburse me up to 30 bucks for my birthday dinner, if I go out for one. Which I did. To Tucannos. Pricey, but ooooohhhhhh soooooo gooooood. I'm drooling just thinking about it. Oh, and The Man gave me Scrubs 3rd season on DVD for my gift. Yay! I won't tell you about the card. Let's just say it was clever. And Heavenly Father gave me the gift of FINALLY RELEASING ME FROM PRIMARY!!!!!!
Now let's all cross our fingers and hope that this year will see me getting fatter for a good reason, rather than because I like doughnuts too much.
I certainly don't feel 27. I'm now older than some of the women "interviewed" for sex stories in Cosmo magazine. I'm closer to 30 than ever. And 30 is old. I don't feel like I should be 27 years old. I feel like I'm still around 22 or so. I'm almost an adult!!! As a kid, I thought 27 was ancient (and really, who didn't?) and that I would never be that big, old, or wise. But here I am. And I'm still not that big, or wise, though I most certainly am that old. And no kids! In church yesterday, the Primary chorister revealed that she's 26, and she already as 2 kids, one of which is 4 years old and in my Sunbeams class. She doesn't seem 26, she seems much older to me. Much more mature. I don't know if that has anything to do with the fact that she has children and I don't, but still. I felt ancient and immature at the same time. It was very weird.
I never ever thought I would be 27 and not have kids. I figured I would be almost done by now. But then, I also planned on being married by 20. I certainly didn't want to be 22 when I got married, but at least I was engaged before I turned 22. I'm not even pregnant, and there's no hope of that changing anytime soon. BAH!!!
But the actual day was fun. The Man tried to arrange another surprise party for me, and this after I specifically told him not to, but it didn't work out. The Dog Friends came though, around noon I think, and stayed until 2 AM. It was loads of fun. I love talking to them. I don't think we stopped talking the whole time. And The Parents and The In-Laws both called as well, and The Best Friend took me out to lunch, and I guess The Little Brother called the day before, but I was at work, where I got a birthday card signed by a bunch of my co-workers. That was awesome too. Yes, I still love my job. Besides the card, they will reimburse me up to 30 bucks for my birthday dinner, if I go out for one. Which I did. To Tucannos. Pricey, but ooooohhhhhh soooooo gooooood. I'm drooling just thinking about it. Oh, and The Man gave me Scrubs 3rd season on DVD for my gift. Yay! I won't tell you about the card. Let's just say it was clever. And Heavenly Father gave me the gift of FINALLY RELEASING ME FROM PRIMARY!!!!!!
Now let's all cross our fingers and hope that this year will see me getting fatter for a good reason, rather than because I like doughnuts too much.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Birthday Blowout
Sake's alive, I'm going to be 27 in 4 days. 4 DAYS!!! I never thought I would be 27, let alone 27 with no kids, but 2 dogs and 2 cats. Blah. I also never thought I would not want to have a birthday. I don't feel 27. My parents are still alive, there's no way I'm an adult. Besides, being an adult means adult responsibilities, and, well, they suck. Can I be 17 again? I liked 17.
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