List This

If I never make another list of things to do for the rest of my life, I feel confident that I will have experienced my fair share and then some.

If I never make another list of things to do for Jon, he will love me forever.

wha, huh?

It's 5:08 a.m. I went to "sleep" at 12:15-ish. This is ridicious. I spent the entire evening working on lists for this and lists for that plus getting the house semi organized so the cleaners can come today. I also spent some time hunting for some important documents that I have somehow hidden from myself in all the chaos. I have looked EVERYWHERE and they are nowhere to be found. I haven't seen them in about 6 weeks so lord knows where they are. Here's a little silent prayer that I can find them....eeegads.

One Possible Problem

The absolute only possible foreseeable problem with the Cook Islands is that I can't take my animals. Can't think of any other negatives.

Oh, and at some point I have to return home from them.

Shit.

The Heat is On

Long day. More last minute details. Schmetails. Daylight Savings blows. Diet blows. I'm tired. And grumpy. Pooped is a nice descriptive word.

Met with DJ today, chose some song lists. Also paid off reception vendor. Got INS straightened out (the green card is still not here... another blog for another day but at least the boy can get back into the country). Reviewed string quartet selections. Mocked up ceremony program. Worked 8 hours. Buggar.

Semi-coherent cognititive sentiment: Not sure who is bigger clown-- Sean Hannity or Rocky Anderson.

TBD

Brain is Fried

Fried is brain. Brain fried is. Is brain fried? Fried brain is.

Brandy & Jeff's Christmas party last year. Fun times! I think we had to leave because one member in our party fell asleep on a downstairs couch, others were slurping down Jagerbombs, and then a huge snow blizzard hit. On the way home we did a 180 in the middle of 1300 south. It was great!

Ouch

I found this pic in an old album. I'm not sure what's going on. I might have just sucked a lemon. Or broken a little toe.

Woe is Toe

Update. Toe is indeed broken. Will attempt to scan image so rest of world can enjoy seeing my fractured bone. As most people know, there is not much that can be done to treat a broken baby toe. They taped it to the next toe (official medical term "buddy bandaging") and sent me on my way. Not even any good drugs. The doctor must think that someone who is capable of breaking such a useless bone should not be entrusted with barbiturates. DOH

March 1, 2007

Is it just me or does blogger completely blow as of late? I can't ever get into my account, so it's a wonder I ever post anymore.
The bridesmaids dresses arrived yesterday. Good news and bad news. The bad news is, I took a major digger on the sidewalk in front of the bridal shop (ice patch). Classic. Ate major asphalt and skinned my knee pretty good. It's not that deep a shade of purple, but it sure felt like it would turn blue and disintegrate. Boo. The good news? The dresses are more beautiful than I could have imagined. Majorly pleased. Stoked.

So tonight I go out to the tanning salon. I know, cancer, melanoma, wrinkles, blah blah blah. But let's be honest (and I am crediting my mother with this quote) "Tan fat looks better than white fat. It's unfortunately true. End of discussion. So I get home and slip on something in the doorway to the bathroom (invisible banana peel?) and go spread eagle with both feet crashing into opposite door frames. Picture YMCA meets Saturday night fever, only without the polyester and testosterone. So the baby toe on each foot smashes into opposite door frames as I do the involuntary splits. I lurch forward in effort to save my feet from the impact, and wind up crashing on top of the same knee as last night. I swear to Buddha I am not chemically impaired. Just about as graceful as Chris Farley on crack. I think the pinky toe on my right foot is broken. It's swelling up nicely. I have been ordered to go elevate it and put frozen vegetables on it (we don't pressently have any ice packs). So yeah.

Dumb.

February 23, 2007

Okay, so I have been a total slack ass as of late, but there has been so much going on. Wedding fever over here, the Trolley shootings (total bummer) and last but not least, my office move. The Trolley thing is just awful. So awful that I'm not going to comment. If you want to know about it, click here (KSL).

But today? Today was the big day; the big move. What a mess. I have been weeding out files and papers and so forth from my office little by little over the last several weeks. I threw away two large garbage bags full of CRAP, and brought home about as much, and I STILL think I had more boxes of shit than anyone else. I threw away many of my extraneous personal items, so believe it or not most of the stuff was actual work stuff. Yes, contrary to popular belief, I do actually work when I'm at work.

New office. Very nice Parleys Way locale. Mountain views, large windows. I am with the small lot in the basement offices, tucked away behind row upon row of shelves of city directories and storage files. At first I was a little irked to be shoved away in the basement, but upon further consideration, I think I actually made out better than many of the jokers upstairs. It's fairly large, quiet, right by the bathroom (which I only have to share with one other gal) and I still have an entire wall of window. Still, I couldn't help but feel just a teensy bit like the character Milton in the Mike Judge flick, "Office Space". If you've never seen it, you must go now, immediately and buy, rent, borrow, whatever. Do it. Especially if you work or have ever worked in an office environment. You will laugh your ass off, I guarantee it. So I'll just be mumbling to myself in the basement preparing my new coversheet to the TPS reports. I don't have a red stapler, but something can be arranged. My stapler is actually black, but it IS a Swingline…(the last two sentences will only make sense if you've seen the movie)….

Bridal portraits tomorrow. Early nail appt., then hair & makeup, then the shoot. Definitely not a typical excursion for me. I am by far more comfortable BEHIND the camera, but I think I can manage. I can't believe we are only a month out. Can we go to the Cook Islands already?

So after a full week of work, full day of moving, I am beat and I'm off to chill with the dogs and cats. Ciao.

Chocolate Cake

We made it to Atlanta and back, and what a trip. Rach & Andy's wedding was fabulous and went off without a hitch. I wasn't around Andy much prior to the ceremony but Rachael was cool as a cucumber. Radiant in her Carmela Sutera gown and she looked like a real princess. She was so excited beforehand, and you could tell how much she loved the dress and being the bride. She was literally dancing around the locker room in it at the country club. Very sweet. It was a bit of a whirlwind trip to and from GA in 4 days but a great time was had by all.

So we are back and it's like I've been hit with a brick wall. I started dieting this week (good luck) and we've both been hit with a head cold. Lucky Jon has pretty much recovered from that but I'm still ailing. I wonder if there is a connection between the cold and the onset of dieting. Maybe I should go eat some chocolate cake.

We got our first round of invitations mailed, and the second round is in the works. I'm a little neurotic I'll admit, but I just do not want to have a billion things to do at the last minute--I already know I will have a billion things to do at the last minute so I am trying to do as much ahead of time as possible. Cross your fingers. We still need to contact the Squatters people so we can get the rehearsal dinner menu arranged, and we also need to work on our ceremony format & vows. Apparently the Governor was in the studio last night and Jon touched base with his right hand aide, Mr. Mower. All systems go...

Jon is volunteering for the Primary Children's yearly radio-thon this year. He went to the kickoff luncheon today at the hospital and they gave out these big candy bouquets with a bunch of candy bars. I want to eat the entire thing. I'm obsessed with sugar and its because I can't have any. Phooey. It's ridiculous, too, because we have a bunch of candy stuff and crap sitting around still from Christmas that we haven't touched and I'd like to devour all of it. So much mental control.

Or perhaps, non-control.

REK For Real

We picked out the tuxes. They are gorgeous. A black long tail-type cutaway jacket with a red vest & euro tie. Very pretty. My dress is ready to be picked up but I am leaving it in the custody of my bridal shop (Bridal Corner) for now as I am at a loss as to where I can keep it safe from animals and people. It needs to be laid out in a quiet room away from potential harm. Good luck.

My bridal portraits will likely be taken at some point next month. So that’s exciting. Next week we are going to Atlanta to visit the fam and attend Rachael Dunn’s wedding. That will be fun. Can’t wait.

So further to my previous post about being a fan of Robert Earl Keen, get this. Last Saturday we went to Suede in Park City for the show. We got there pretty early so we swiped a few chairs and sat along side of the front stage. We had a great time. I drank many Shiners, and danced and sang. What a show. Afterward, Robert Earl was signing autographs and we got to meet him. Jon took some pics of us together, which I hope to post soon, even if they didn’t turn out so great. Over all we had a blast and it was a time I won’t soon forget. Thanks, lovey you’re the greatest.

Splitting Headache

Yesterday I experienced the most intense headache of my life. It was a bona fide migraine, and I was literally physically ill. It was so strange. I’ve never had anything like that happen before. I had a stressful day, and that could have contriubted, but I’ve never full on gotten ill from stress. My right eye felt like it was being stabbed from behind and I couldn’t keep it open it hurt so badly. My vision was blurred and after a few hours the nausea caught up with me and I tossed my cookies. Thank God work was over and it was time to go home. I slept most of the evening and on into the night. I feel better today but I’m a little fearful it could come back as my sinuses have been problematic in the past. Watch out. I suppose I’m just fine, however, since my appetite is back to normal. Oops.

Tick Tock II

The clock is ticking. Ten week countdown is upon us. Eegads.

I should be doing something wedding planning related right now.

Who, me procrastinate? Never.

Fat Lip

So right now I’m stalking this pan of lasagna from dinner last night. I can’t wait to heat up my leftovers and go to town. There is a problem, and a reason that I have not yet dug in. Half my face is asleep from the dentist’s anesthesia. Yep, drooly face here had a cavity and had to have the thing filled. It was actually on a tooth that already had a filling so the doc actually had to pull out the old composite and refill the entire thing.

I know, gross.

After the initial shot of anesthesia, the dentist started to drill and I winced as I could still feel a little bit, so he shot me up with an extra dose. After about 15 more minutes of waiting he went back to work, and the entire thing was over in about 20 minutes. Not too bad, except now the entire side of my face is void of sensation and I’ve got a big fat numb lip & I’m afraid to chew anything.

And so I sit. And wait.

The numbness is starting to wear down now, and my mouth is a little sore. But I don’t think it’s too sore to chew lasagna. Well, maybe a little, but rest assured it is not likely to stop me.

B’bye.

Another Christmas

Another successful Christmas and we are more spoiled than ever. How fortunate we are to have our families and our comfortable life, the animals, and all our friends.

We’ve become addicted to the Nintendo Wii game system. I have a new iPod Nano. Fun times. The coffee table is littered with miscellaneous electronic components. Wires, adapters, USB cables and whatnot. Apparently I’ve turned into some sort of techno gearhead in my old age. Now that we are running the NMHPU myspace page, I’ve even dabbled in a little html coding. Now that’s amazing considering I’m the only person I know who failed college algebra more than once. Ouch.

Oh, and I ended up gathering a small cache of furniture, household items, toys and clothes for the refugee family in need from my prior post. That and about $275 in cash for purchasing other basic items while they get on their feet. My father told me how proud he was that I was spearheading such an endeavor. I told him that my motivation was the hope that, should I ever be in such a position, that others might in turn help me out if they could. Warmth, shelter, and basic items with which to nourish a family.

That is the true meaning of Christmas.

Countdown to Wii

Nintendo Wii game system. Accessory bundle! Six games, memory card, extra 'nunchuck'. It's all been shipped. It's supposed to arrive tomorrow. It could be here within 24 hours. Jon is asleep on the futon, and he will rest up, lest it should arrive early tomorrow. He will be ready to rid the universe of monsters and all evil, and play simulated sports. And I really hope he doesn't put a hole through the bigscreen with a flying controller. God help us.

Helping Others For The Holidays

I know everyone has their own things that they do to help people & animals in need at Christmas time

BUT

A friend of mine is a social worker in Salt Lake and she and the other case managers at her clinic are trying to get the word out about a refugee mom and her three young children who just settled here and need assistance. There is a 6-year-old boy, 2-year-old girl, and 8-week-old infant (dad is still in the country of origin). The clinic has arranged housing, but the mom and children have NO furniture, kids clothes, toys, etc. The little boy has a chronic illness and they are really struggling. They have very few basic items in their empty apartment. The baby is currently sleeping in a car seat.

In the last two days we have gotten a couch, crib, and playpen donated, and next Monday (12/18) I will be taking my truck to help move these items from the donor’s home to the family’s apartment. I am also gathering items to donate including clothes, toys, baby items, etc. Unfortunately, they have no prospects for Christmas in terms of being a family that gets a sub for Santa which is why the case managers are trying to coordinate this effort, independent from the assistance the clinic (where they work) can provide.

If you have any items at all that you can donate, second hand or otherwise please let me know. If you have large items (furniture, etc) that need to be moved, the caseworkers & I can arrange to have them picked up from your home. If you are like me you already have an ongoing “for charity” list or box you fill with random items around the house you no longer use or need.

Please consider if your belongings could help this family. Otherwise, they need diapers, clothes for the kids, toys, canned food, etc. and I will gladly be accepting donations. I am also collecting cash or grocery gift cards if you would like to contribute in that regard.

Thank you for your generosity and kindness.

I Had To Laugh

No, we're not getting divorced because he's a unfaithful. Hehehh. After I posted the last random rant about the tv show "Cheaters" I wasn't able to log into my blogger account for a while as it was being converted over to the beta format. It occurred to me that it could outwardly appear that the last post had some hidden meaning. But I assure you it doesn’t. To the contrary, all is well and we are looking forward to celebrating the holidays again this year. We are also working on a few charity projects which I will be posting about later.

All in all life is great and the wedding of the century is still in progress. Cheers!

Cheaters

Okay, have you seen this trashy reality show? Admit it, you have. It plays on WB sometimes, and I’ve seen it on the dish on “G4” whatever channel that is. It’s this ridiculous reality show where they feature a person who suspects his/her partner is being unfaithful. So they track the suspected cheater raw P.I. style, and film his/her antics, play the video back to the victim, and then there’s usually a great big dramatic confrontation. Great schmut. I sat down after running around doing housework for about an hour tonight and caught the end of this really intense episode. Usually the cheater gets busted going to a bar or on a date with another person, but this was like full on red handed people scrambling to put clothes back on type stuff. So you know what I did…nope, didn’t change the channel as any self respecting human being would…. instead I had to go check the website to see what I had missed earlier in the episode. I couldn't find any info about that particular show, but the website definitely had some interesting content.

So they have all these links and information about infidelity and private investigators, legal representation, etc. And then my personal favorite…. a dating service! No, folks, I am not making it up. See for yourselves. http://www.cheaters.com/