Friday, April 25, 2008

Dinner and a Tramp Stamp.

Ok. So instead of spending the next hour talking to Cassidy on google chat about how I need to write a new post I am going to be proactive about it and just start writing. There are a couple things I have thought about that I could write and I am just going to combine them.

What I ate last night for dinner:
This is buckwheat gruel. I am trying to eat healthy and I am an excellent chef. If you want the recipe let me know.
Now for the next thought:
If I was going to get a tatt, and I am not, I would get one of Provo, Utah. A few months ago Cassidy and I were at a hotel that my sister Eliza was staying in. We were waiting on the curbside for the valet parking attendant to come back with my car. We were waiting for quite awhile, because the first time they brought me the wrong car (although I considered taking the fancy SUV over my Saturn, until I considered the current gas prices).
While we were waiting another valet parker came up to us and started to flirt. Then one thing led to another and somehow he asked where I was from. I responded and of course was courteous enough to follow up with the same question (it is called reflective communication for those of you that don't know). It was like he was waiting for me to ask this question, because as soon as I did he pulled up his shirt to show me where he was from. He had a tattoo of Hawaii and he pointed to a specific spot on one of the islands and said "Right here." I then responded with an "ooooo" which came out as a flirtatious "oooo" rather then the shocked "ooo" I was going for. I need to work on the proper voice inflections.

From this experience I decided I should probably get a tattoo if I want people to really know where I am from. So don't be surprised if the next time you ask me where I am from I pull up my shirt and point to a map of Utah with a star on it to mark where Provo is.

P.S. Have you ever heard a tattoo referred to as a tramp stamp? I really like the term, so I will probably call my map of Utah a tramp stamp.

Friday, April 18, 2008

I loved this moment!

There is still a smile on my face, because of last night's
episode. Jim is planning on proposing to Pam!!!
And I loved this moment:

Jim Halpert:
Where do you wanna go for dinner?
Pam Beesley:
I donno I kind of hate all our regular places right now. [pause] Oh, you know what? That one--
[Jim stops and gets down on one knee]
Jim Halpert:
Hey Pam. Will you wait for me one second, while I tie my shoe?
Pam Beesley:
I hate you.
[Jim catches up to Pam, both laughing]
Jim Halpert:
What! My shoe was untied. What is your problem? Oh my Gosh! You thought I was- Oh, no no...
Pam Beesley:
Ohh how could I have thought that? How could I have though that?

Friday, April 11, 2008

You're in love! You're in love with love!

For those of you who don't already know, I work in the Primary at my church. A few weeks ago I was sitting next to a little boy(4 years old) who looks a lot like the little boy from Jerry Maguire, but even cuter. I was helping him tie his shoe when all of the sudden he gets right up in my face and with a big smile on his face he says: "You're in Love!" I was a bit shocked as I replied "I am in love? Who am I in love with?" He then said "You're in love! You're in love with love!" I about died laughing. This four year old little boy knows what he's talking about. Who isn't in love with love?! We wouldn't watch all the chick flicks or read Jane Austen novels if we weren't in love with love (sure this comment applies mostly to girls, but I think mostly girls read my blog).

Thursday, April 03, 2008

I like you crazy!

What if I have nothing to write about and I just want to write a new post? So maybe I will just think about what I have done the past couple of days. Hmmm...
This is us doing what we do best: CRAZY! We are all good at crazy. Liz, Amy and I decided to have a contest of holding ourselves up on our shoulders. It is harder then it looks and I won by the way.
This is a conversation I had with Cassidy the other day:
Me:You are sooo weird!
Cassidy: Ya but you are just as weird.
Me(with a smug face): No I am not.
Cassidy: Yes you are!
Me: No. You are wa-ay more weird then I am.
Cassidy(in shock): Are you serious!
Me: No.
I think she was getting a little offended until she realized I was just pulling her chain. That would have been completely delusional of me to say that. I am weird and I am in an apartment full of weirdos. But I wouldn't have it any other way! I love the crazy stuff we do. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't have something to laugh about. Thanks guys!