as a random homage to my adorable husband...reasons i Love him:

*he loves it when i put my cold feet on him in bed
*he gives me the good leftovers because he knows that lunch is sometimes the only thing i have to look forward to on a workday
*he's wildly talented
*he thinks i'm wildly talented
*he's my permanent, built-in best friend
*he gives great back rubs
*he puts up with my grumpiness and whining
*he was able to woo me against all odds
*we laugh together at ourselves


great little websites

this could keep me entertained for about three weeks straight. now i just need some more money so i can buy the outfits i create.

i'm in love with absolutely everything on this site. i've been inspired to start yet another hobby.

i have yet to experiment with this, but i will soon. and as soon as i do, i will post pictures here.



don't hassle the hoff. he just got 23% cooler because his website now offers a social network similar to myspace and facebook where "...two people from two entirely different countries and backgrounds may seem to have nothing in common, the only thing they might have in common is me... so i decided to start a network where people from across the world might come together and get a conversation started over me."
gee. thanks hoff-man. i've been so down in the dumps lately because i didn't know where i could go to meet other hasselhoff fans. i mean, i guess germany is a good place to start, but a little out of my price range. i've scoured the whole wasatch front looking for social groups, clubs, anything. finally! a social networking site that will fill the void i've been feeling since baywatch went off the air 9 long years ago.
just so you know, yes, i did sign up.


being a woman

apparently, i'm 100% female. whew!


being tagged

jake tagged me. some tags are interesting and simple. this one is not. it has all these rules and it's lame-o information you get to find out about me.
so here are the rules:
1. you link back to the person who tagged you
2. post these rules on your blog
3. share six unimportant things about yourself
4. tag six random people at the end of your entry
5. let the tagged people know by leaving a comment on their blogs
6. enjoy the results!

unimportant things about me:
1) i finally got my camera yesterday!
2) i love to cook.
3) when i was young, my favorite pastime was playing with barbies. i took it waaay seriously.
4) i have had 19 roommates (not including the current roomie) in my lifetime.
5) i'm a sucker for ice cream.
6) i was obsessed with the brady bunch for the first 20 or so years of my life.

i don't know if i know six people with blogs to tag; let's see.... jules, stephanie, julie, meh...this is dumb.


the great heating pad disaster of 1986

it has been brought to my attention that some of my loyal readers are unfamiliar with this tragic event. here's a recap:
it was the summer of '86. i was five. we had just moved back to the states from germany and before moving to arizona, we took a three month sabbatical in idaho falls, idaho to catch up on visiting time with the grandparents. one day, i woke up with a kink in my neck, it hurt desperately and i'm sure i was whining non-stop about it. to put me out of my misery, my mother ordered me to lay in bed with the left side of my face/head firmly planted on the sweltering heating pad. being the obedient child that i was, i did just so. i remember laying there for what seems like, looking back on it, about a solid month. i was on the twin bed in a room in my grandmother's house. it was farthest from the window with another twin bed just in front of me. during my month long bed rest, i saw a hummingbird outside the window and was the highlight of my life during this dark period of my childhood.
at one point, several weeks into the torture, my mother decided she should assess my progress. upon doing so, she discovered my left ear had been burned beyond recognition. there's a fuzzy memory of making a trip to the emergency room or doctor's office with a pillow glued to the side of my head (probably stuck to the oozing and burnt flesh). yes, my neck was so stiff, i needed the aid of a pillow on my trip so i could comfortably lay my head wherever i wanted.
anyway, long story made less long, my left ear had a puffy, swollen, and bright red burn on the outer edge of it. i had to endure years of questioning from school teachers, wondering what happened to such a lovely girl. which i would promptly and unabashedly reply, "my mom burned me with the heating pad!" it has been a long and painful journey back to being normal. i still have a tendency to immediately turn my head to the left when i meet someone new so they won't notice my deformity.

heating pads

back when we got married, we received a gift from a family in jake's home ward. it was a heating pad. we scoffed at the gift and thought of returning it. after all, we had practically no money at all so the prospect of having $15 or so for food was quite appealing. well, the parents on both sides of the family kept telling us, "it's a practical gift that you will appreciate one day." so, against our pocketbook's cries for money, we decided to keep it. i mean, really, who wants to spend their own money on a heating pad when it is actually needed?
fast forward five months. jake's neck has been impossibly stiff the last two days. and my attempts to alleviate his pain by giving him a neck/head rub only made it worse. so, today i had the ingenious idea that he use the heating pad (careful....careful....we don't want a recurrance of the "great heating pad disaster of 1986"). who's laughing now?


dents in my car

so this morning i found our car to be in this condition. and, no, it was not like that the last time i saw it. yesterday, several of our neighbors were moving out of the building, so a lot of people were in and out of our narrow parking lot. and seeing that the only two places my car was yesterday was work and home, i know it happened at home. it's a little discouraging that someone would do that to someone's property and not notify the owner. our parking spot even has a sign that says what unit we live in. luckily, we have a great landlord who is just as upset as we are about the situation and knows spanish as well so he can actually talk to them about it (jake tried to talk to them, but they know so little english, it didn't really accomplish anything). so he's helping us resolve the issue. nobody will admit to it, but someone did say that they saw the dent in the car at 3:30 yesterday. the only problem with that story is that my car and i were at work at 3:30 yesterday. so it really sounds suspect. wish us luck with getting it fixed. if not, my car will just have a dimple in its butt.