need more sleep

N is for ''NASTY'' (oh. and Nashville)

2011-06-07T13:13:00.000-07:00

Some friends (from work) and I did something absolutely crazy and nasty over the weekend. We participated in Salt Lake City's 'DIRTY DASH'. If you don't have a clue what a dirty dash is, rest assured. Untill a few months ago I didn't either. It's a 5K race through mud obstacles. I don't know if my word vomit would do it justice, so I will post pictures for you to enjoy it's atrocious-ness. I WILL be doing this again next year, so for those of you that think this looks fun...hop on the bandwagon.

Yes. I'm tough. And yes, I may have peed my pants a couple times in the mud. No, that isn't gross. If you laughed as hard as I did while doing this, you would have too. Just sayin!

ps. Nashville bit to come...stay posted.

M is for "Many a Pet Peeves"

2011-06-03T15:22:00.000-07:00

Is that even english? We don't even know. I DO know that I have way wayyyy too many pet peeves. That probably says something quite negative about my so called personality traits (go ahead and analyze it...I dare you) But who doesn't right? Actually that is a lie. There are plenty of positive-glass-half-full-ALL THE TIME-type of people out there. I'm just not one of them. Even though I have great intentions to be. In fact, I could post a saga on ''great intentions''...maybe i'll work that into the letter N somehow...But while you're waiting, here's a peeve to naw on:

Walking into any sort of building just behind or just in front of someone. I have doubed this the DOOR FIASCO. If you're behind them you're wondering "are they gonna hold it for me? How awkward is this gonna be? Am I gonna have to do my half run/half walk jig to get there fast so they aren't awkwardly holding the door for 20 min? Did they seriously just shut the door in my face?????"

Or if you're in front of them, the dilema is "Should I hold the door? Should I hurry things up and just pretend like I don't see them 20 feet behind me? Is that rude? Will they think I shut the door in their face????"

UGH. I HATE THIS SENARIO! (it happens to me every morning on my walk in to work.)

While talking to a coworker about this he replied: "Sometimes I actually sit in my car and wait for the coast to be clear when I walk in just so I don't have to deal with this" YES! He's a genius. I may have to try this.

If you ever see me sitting in my car staring at the door of the building closest to me, please, hurry your bum along and get inside so I can get out. Ha!

L is for ''LOTS OF THINGS''

2011-05-31T11:27:00.000-07:00

yeah. it's been awhile. Sorry. to those 3 people who read this blog, i have been having a bit of what we like to call ''blog depression'' lately (ie: feeling like your blog is less than adequate and that you have nothing interesting to say coupled with the fact that you're sending it out to the void and only 3 people read it regularly which means you're left with an ''IS THIS EVEN WORTH IT'' mind-set. yup) as well as a general case of the blues at home. Which hasn't lent to posting. Not to slop my emotions all over this thing but...there you go. BUT today, the sun is shining and I have officially drug myself out of the L is for Less than adequate rut and am posting again. yay. Maseltof. (sp?) Ha! My new L is....drum roll please....

L is for LUST

Last night we attended the Bruno Mars concert and I can tell you that I am fully lusting after him. O.M.G. I love him. After googling what ''mix'' he is, I found that he is Hawaiian-Asian-African American-Puerto Rican. And Mmm Mmm boy does it do him well! Yum.

Plus, the man can S I N G so...over all it was pretty amazing and worth every penny. Bruno Mars in Salt Lake City again? I'M SO THERE.

ps. I was not, in any way, seeking for compliments by complaining that my blog is less than adequate. I PROMISE. Do not feel the need to post something like "sarah! You're awesome and your blog is super duper, I promise!" hahaha just felt like venting my true blue emotions for half a sec. That's the thing.

K is for ''KICKIN' IT''

2011-05-09T16:00:00.000-07:00

Nothing better than kickin' it with your ''person'' over the weekend. John and I celebrated our anniversary on saturday. (2 years baby! tear tear...) Taco Bell, a neighborhood park, a blanket and some sunshine (FINALLY! right??) I couldnt' have asked for a better way to spend the afternoon.

J is for "JUST LEAVE ME ALONE"

2011-05-05T11:11:00.000-07:00

Yeah. I admit that that seems/sounds quite bitter today and, although my super-bitter-breakdown-cry-fest was yesterday, this is the aftermath of that. Which is JUST LEAVE ME ALONE. Not in a rude bi-otchy sort of way but just a literal way. I don't want to deal with much today. I'm tired. I have bags under my eyes from crying so much yesterday (you know it's bad when you start AT WORK and don't stop till like 8pm) My hair didn't work out today. I feel fat and bloated due to a ''special week''. My shoes hurt and basically I just want to whine. So if you don't want to hear it then just walk away slowly.

I'll be back tomorrow. Hopefully.

PS. There is one thing that brightened my day today. A guy at work had his family come in to meet him for lunch and his little boy kept asking (over and over like kids do when their parent doesn't answer...) "is dat yo phone dad? is dat yo phone dad? is dat yo phone dad?" Little kid talk always makes me smile. If you haven't seen Out of the Mouth of Babes go see it now. And you don't have to be a mormon to appreciate it.

I is for ''INSANE''

2011-05-03T09:32:00.000-07:00

Sorry about the lapse in posts. I had some family-ness going on the last few days and— lets be honest here, family DEFINITELY comes before blogging. Sorry. Just to add to the excuses I've also been nursing a small head cold as well as watching John study for his LAST. FINAL. EVER. Wha-freakin-hoo!!!! Done. Done. Done. No complaining about homework and causing me to use my favorite phrase "You're FINE" forty times a week! Maybe I'll miss that though...(Also, yes, you read correctly. I was WATCHING him study. Not helping him) Weird how that works. John likes background noise when he studies so he usually puts the tv on to some dumb ESPN channel which I hate so instead of fighting that battle I just watch him study. He likes it. He says he likes me best when I'm just sitting on the couch BEEEE-ING with him. Emphasis on being, not talking. Boys are so weird. What's the point of me just being with you when I could be TALKING with you????? But, I had sinus pressure and was grumpy so watching worked.

ANYWHO.

I is for Insane. We went to the SuperCross thing on saturday night and it was the coolest thing ever. I can't believe some people have the guts to do things like this! We were lucky and were sitting right in front of the huge-est jump. Man these guys got air! It was cold but we were smart and brought blankets this time. (Learned this important lesson after going to a recent Real Salt Lake game and freezing our sorry butts off while we watched those around us wrapped up in blankets along with their parkas...) I must say that it is quite a good people watching crowd that emerges for a motorcycle event. Let's just say I started feeling sorry for myself because John wasn't wearing trendy-studded-knock off jeans and I didn't have thick white blonde streaks in my hair. But then I remembered that I have feathers in my hair (which is totally in ok?) and felt better. Plus I had my skinny jeans on. So...whatev. Anyway, it was an awesome event. Couldn't get enough!

H is for ''HANDSOME''

2011-04-28T14:52:00.000-07:00

Recent conversation between me and a MARRIED friend of mine:

Me: So did you meet with him? (Talking about a business transaction...)

Her: Yah. He seems pretty cool. He was a little vague though. Good thing I can't fit his project in till June cause he's got to get his sh*t together first.

Me: Ha! Good luck. That's totally his style. I've known him since elementary. Don't you think he's handsome? (WTF SARAH??!!! Where this comment came from, I'll never know.)

Her: Umm...(insert awkward chuckle and shifty uncomfortable eyes here) yah i guess. I don't know. I wasn't really paying attention to that.

Me: Ha ha (trying to pull it together here and grab my foot OUT of my MOUTH) yah true. I've just always thought he was good looking. He's cool. When we were little I used to tease him about looking like a bull dog. Ha ha (awkward laugh—both of us blushing at this point) I don't know....(fade out to silence.) AWKWARD PAUSE HERE.

Her: Anyway...I think it should be fun. So where do you guys want to go to lunch?

NICE CHANGE OF SUBJECT. Wow. I struggle. Don't all these stories make you glad you are friends with me?? I'm sure. Bless my heart.

G is for "GIDDY"

2011-04-26T19:02:00.000-07:00

Giddy is a strong word. It's not something I throw around lightly. Being giddy usually goes beyond happiness and involves a little adrenaline rush. In fact, the best giddy moments of my life have been back in high school/college and were usually linked to attractive males. This is a level of giddiness that is hard to achieve. To be honest, I don't think I've reached this level in the last few years. (John, I LOVE you but you've lost your mystery. I'm sorry. Marriage just DOOES that. But for the record, I WAS disgustingly giddy about you. Just go read my 17-year-old journal and then vomit. Oh and those of you that are all "Sarah, I totally disagree! Me and my hubby are so totally in love and giddy all the tiiiimmmee stiiiilllll!" Then I know you are one of the couples who dated for 2 months and then got married and are still EXPERIENCING getting to know each other. John and I, however, dated for 5 years and therefore had FEW surprises and less things to be giddy about when we got hitched.) (that was a long parentheses. You're fine.) Annnyywayyy.... although It's been awhile since i've been uber-giddy, I did reach a level of giddiness last night and it felt so good!

I'll admit straight up that I am a Literature Snob. I absolutely love to read and if I had it my way I'd be in bed with a book from sun up to sun down. But here's how you reach ''snob-status'': I like to read GOOD WRITING. Sorry folks but that means no Twilight for me. I enjoyed book 1 and 2 and a little bit of 3 but COME ON. The story had GREAT potential but was slaughtered miserably and painfully. If you want my full discourse on the subject just let me know. But before you go judging me, watch out, because I have read my fair share of excellent novels and have quite a lot to back myself up. Plus I'm bull headed and stubborn and love to be right.

.... back to giddy... recently I have been reading a really good series. Last night I got all my wifely duties done and was curled up in bed rewarding myself when John walked in. Now, when I read, I like to completely immerse myself in the story and don't appreciate when people (cough cough *john* cough cough) tease me about how intense I seem. I happened to be at a particularly exciting part and couldn't help smiling up at John when he walked in. The first thing that came out of his mouth was "What is going on in here? Why are you so GIDDY?" Ha! And I realized I WAS GIDDY. Great books make me giddy. There really are few things in life better than a good thick book.

And now, because I am on the subject, here are a few more things that make me slightly giddy:

- Driving in my car on a sunny warm day when my current favorite pop song just happens to come on the radio. (Particularly Lady GaGa or Katy Perry.) Yes, although I'm not 19 anymore trashy pop music might just be one of my guilty pleasures.

- John walking around in JUST his pajama bottoms. What is so sexy about this? I can't figure it out...

- Glassy water at Lake Powell when I'm the one up to ski. Or just sights at Lake Powell in general.

- Movie Theatre popcorn

- Comments on my blog (wink wink)

- SHOE SHOPPING.

There are many more I'm sure but my tummy is growling and I'm ready for round two of dinner. (munch munch munch) Once again, no judging—so peace out!

F is for "FLASH MOBS"

2011-04-25T15:54:00.000-07:00

Don't know who thought of this amazing concept but I wanna be part of one.

LIKE. NOW.

Huh? What is that? You want me to choreograph one? Sure! I'll let you know the details...

Ps. F is also for Fatty. After all the Easter candy my parents provided I'm gonna be one. Yup.

E is for "EXCUSES"

2011-04-25T10:31:00.000-07:00

I'm usually good at excuses but for friday, I have none. I'm sorry I missed it! I'll do two today to make up for it K?

E is also for elbows.

You know how I posted that John and I are very different? While that statement is still very true, one thing we DO have in common is our sense of humor. A few weeks ago we came up with something that we think is hilarious. We were coming home from church and I happened to have said mentioned heels on which are disgustingly high (John's super tall so I can wear awesome stilettos. One of many perks of a tall husband.) Anyway...in order to make sure I didn't fall/slip on my face John was helping by holding my elbow. Now, because of John's long legs, he tends to walk a lot faster than me and this sudden gap of distance led to him hold my upper arm instead of my elbow. We noticed that people were sort of looking at us funny and then John started to laugh. He was laughing even harder when he helped me into the car. After probing him about "What was so funny" he told me that it looked like he was dragging me along like a small naughty child. (Can you picture it? John holding my upper arm walking a step or two ahead of me, my elbow poking out funny...you know how moms grab their kids when they are mad at them? Insert the phrase "now you listen here..." and that should help picture it.) We thought this was SO FUNNY. Once we stopped laughing we decided that we should do this often to be funny. So if you see a couple with a husband draggggging his wife along in the parking lot it's probably us. And don't worry, we realize this is a sick a twisted way to have a laugh but...what the hey...the joke's on YOU.

D is for "Different and Dangerous"

2011-04-21T20:02:00.000-07:00

D is for Different.

I have a proposition for you. Try something different this week. (I know I know, the phrase is supposed to be "try something NEW" but different starts with a d and....what are you? You're. Fine.) For awhile I was going to make this blog a place where I posted about all the different (new) things I was trying. (Which might still happen depending on if I think it's lame or not). For some reason, lately, I have branched out of my little box of comfortness and tried a few awesome different things. Take veggie garden cream cheese for example. I have always thought it looked nasty and was a backward concept. Who wants to spread a ton of miscellaneous vegetable chunks on a bagel? Well....actually....now I do. We get bagels on fridays at work and I made one of those snap-lie comments you make when you're trying to sound cool—"Me too! I TOTALLY love garden veggie cream cheese!" and therefore had to spread it on my bagel right then and there. Although I grimaced secretly while trying it, I found it's actually quite decent.

Another example is that I married someone that is very "different" than me. He's like trying new things every day. Is it possible that two people in love could be as DIFFERENT as us? Cliche but true.

D is for Dangerous

I am dangerous to myself. You're asking yourself if that's even possible and I'm here to tell you that yes, sadly, it is. Just check back HERE and HERE. Most recent dangerous activity was that I dropped the shampoo bottle on my foot in the shower yesterday. And it was a brand new bottle. And FULL. And HEAVY. And it freaking hurt. And I cried right there in the shower by my lonesome. And I'm gonna start another sentence with AND.

Current conversation with John

J: "Whatcha doin?"

(blogging.)

J: "If you're not in your funny mood then don't do it."

(what exactly constitutes a funny mood?)

J: "What's your D WORD? (laugh laugh) Is it digger? doug? damn? duke? dicks? dora? depression? (laugh laugh)

John, I love you but, here's a D WORD for you. Boys are DUMB.

C is for ''CHANGE''

2011-04-20T16:11:00.000-07:00

Change is one of the hardest things in the world for me. I don't know why I'm one of those people but I am. Sorry this post isn't as funny. Being funny is harder than you think! (Except when you're me and your ''funny-ness'' depends on your daily ''struggle-buddy-ness''. ha!) But change has been on my mind a lot lately. I totally balk at change. Maybe it's that I'm also SUPER nostalgic. Even over the simplest things! For example, every time I leave a vacation of any kind I get this sick/sad feeling in my stomach. hahaha. Lame I know. But I'm just sad to leave! One of the reasons ''change'' must be on my mind lately is because I've had so much of it recently. A lot of which I can't control. Ba. Anyone have any good ideas on how to deal well with change? I have the book 'Who Moved My Cheese' and have the best intentions of reading it....

in the spirit of Easter....

C is also for "COLORED EGGS"

While bored at work I came across this amazing new technique to dye eggs! So stinkin awesome. Can't wait to try them and then pretend I'm super trendy.

B is for ''BABIES, BECAUSE and BOOBS"

2011-04-19T09:51:00.000-07:00

Now I'm sure I reeellled a bunch of you in just because I said 'boobs' in my title. (John...I'm talking about you. Bless you...ha!) But it's not gonna be that kind of a post. In fact, I'm gonna talk about the boobs part last in the hopes that you read the whole post just to get to the boring boobs part. You're fine.

B is for Babies

I fee like all I've heard/talked about/seen lately is babies. Babies babies babies. Whether it's one of my best friends getting pregnant, the girl sitting next to me at an institute class with her pregnant belly—tapping her husband who is sitting next to her pointing at her belly (yes, I'm pretty much a stalker so, I too, look at her belly after she points at it as if she's including me in on this intimate moment) to see it twitch a bunch of times from kicks. (awesome!) Also, my sister in law is pregnant, people at church are either pregnant or recently had a baby, my other sister in law just had a baby. I feel like i'm living and breathing BABIES. In fact, smell me...do I smell like spit up? sigh. It doesn't help that my mom is the #1 culprit of connecting babies to ME. ("Let's get those babies here! —I'm DYING for you to have a baby!—I can't wait!") Also, is it some sort of omen that one time after talking about my baby status she starts laughing and says, "actually....I'm worried for you to have a baby. You have NO IDEA how to take care of a baby!" (laugh, laugh, laugh.) Um excuse me mother but I am the oldest of your five children and I practically raised my youngest sister.

B is also for Because.

I feel like I've had to explain myself a lot lately. "I want to do this because..." or "We're waiting a bit to have babies because...." or "I feel this way because..." John always tells me I need to state how I feel / what I want / who I am and be done with it. Be confident enough NOT to explain the rest. It is what it is. <--- this is SUPER hard for me.

Ok ok—B is for Boobs.

You know you have a good job when you spend an entire morning trying to come up with clean descriptions of boobs to put on a Breast Cancer T-shirt. We learned many inappropriate ones (googling that at work is scary business...just sayin!) and came up with a few appropriate ones. ''Melons'' being my favorite. Too bad "Don't let cancer steal second base!" got voted off the island. Think about that one for a min. It's funny!

ps. Don't get all hoity-toity on me about the "we're waiting to have babies bit" I am NOT a bitter mormon blogger and am in fact really excited to have babies and WANT babies. That time will come soon enough and I can proudly say that I won't be regretful or antagonistic about the fact that I "gave up my life/hopes/dreams" to become a stay at home mom. At that point I'll WANT to be one. :)

A is for ''ALWAYS RIGHT''

2011-04-18T10:01:00.000-07:00

Yes, I'm joining the challenge found here. I thought it would be a good way to make me blog everyday...isn't that precious? I thought so. To start off....

A is for ALWAYS RIGHT.

I am always right. Just ask John. He knows this principle well. Ok ok so maybe I'm not ALWAYS right but at least 99.9% of the time. Maybe I should title this blog ''i love being right" but that doesn't start with an 'A' now does it? And that would entirely defeat the purpose of this blog challenge. Annnyyway. Let's start with an example that happened this weekend:

John and I were leaving our apartment saturday morning and because of me we were running late. (A sub-head to this 'A day' challenge should be I'm ALWAYS late. John hates it. He's ALWAYS on time. go figure.) Well we have a covered parking stall that has a white metal post holding it up next to our stall. In our hurry John pulled out way to fast and cranked the wheel and ended up scratching the front of our car. (pretty bad. It sucks) Well instead of him saying "oh crap! I'm an idiot!" like he SHOULD HAVE, he snaps "Sarah! You CAN'T park the car in that stall anymore!" Well well well. Why don't we blame it on the wife. Later I tried explaining that I DIDN'T PARK THERE — HE DID. Which he denied emphatically. Buuuuutt about five min later he hugs me, gives me his puppy-dog-I-was-wrong-and-am-finally-admitting-it eyes and admits that it was in fact HE who parked there and HE who backed out too fast and scratched our car. BINGO. POINT FOR SARAH.

I AM ALWAYS RIGHT. (and I freaking love it. yay.)

My 'Happy Today' List:

2011-04-12T15:13:00.000-07:00

Things that have made me happy today:

- Thigh high, high-heeled boots. They make my legs look skinnier. Boom Bam Baby.
- A new delicious sandwich shop with really good tomato basil soup (screw the price, it was yummy!)
- THIS hilarious quote (this is a great gift idea for my birthday hint hint...it's in october. I'm fine.)
- New crock pot recipes from a coworker
- My FREE spray tan coupon. Yes, I'm shamelessly going to use it soon.
- Two KING SIZE snickers that John bought for me since I had what we like to call a "day" yesterday. That's the nicest way to put it. I am sure if you could see a word bubble above John's head about what he really thinks about my "days" it would have a string of profanity in it. Just sayin...
- The fact that I ALMOST completely killed a spider this morning All by myself <--- this is a big one for me. I ABHOR spiders. This "almost killing" is more like this: I saw a spider on our pile of laundry and froze because I'm scared of them. and because John had already left for school. Five mins of 'staring at it daring it to move' later I grabbed a kleenex, gritted my teeth and tried to squish it. Which resulted in immediatly pulling back my hand, doing my 'eww twitch dance' watching it curl in a ball and fall deeper into our laundry pile. Hopefully it's dead. Now I'll have to go home and worry about it...but at least I made progress!

Me Want Chocolate.

2011-04-11T15:33:00.000-07:00

Bowls of candy in the office, although extrememly enjoyable and viewed as "such a nice gesture", should be BANNED FOREVER. I'm preeettyyy sure that we have one such bowl in our office located 3.4 desks away from mine and it's become the bane of my existence. Never in my life have I experienced so much temptation. This isn't any ordinary candy dish with weird left-over candies that no one wants. It is constantly overflowing with candy bars of all shapes and sizes. Plus salt water taffy, suckers, tootsie rolls, etc etc. Recent unexplained acne? BINGO. Suddenly explained. *sigh* I don't think I'll ever live this down.

In fact...after typing up this post I ran my bum over there to grab one. Yum. (but oh so not worth it. Why oh why do I do this to myself every day?)

Proof men an women are from different planets.

2011-04-07T16:08:00.000-07:00

Just a little convo between John and I today on chat.

Please note the 18 lines of text from me and the TWO WORDS from him.

Story of my life.

One of those.

2011-04-06T09:36:00.000-07:00

I am proud to admit that I am one of those people that does weird things in my car. Don't let your imagination run away with you...I mean ''weird things'' such as: sing at the top of my lungs like a rock star cause...yes...I think I'm that good. (although, amazingly that confidence flies RIGHT OUT THE WINDOW when I am around other people. Weird how that works) I will ALSO admit that while screaming to Kelly Clarkson I may or may not pull the—reach out to the void and suddenly clench fingers in a fist as you pull your hand back toward yourself—move. It's pretty awesome. The next one is actually surprisingly more embarrassing. I enjoy picking my nose every so often. I know you all do it cause I have caught others on a number of occasions. But....alas...today was NOT that day.

Caught RED HANDED. GUILTY. On both of the above accounts. "What's to become of me? What's to beeecooommee of meee?" (name that movie)

I promise I know what I'm talking about!

2011-04-04T08:30:00.000-07:00

It has come to my attention that I am officially out of the interesting social world. Actually it was more like a slap in the face this weekend. See, I have this awesome 16 year old brother who is super cute and beginning to experience his "moments" in life. (ie: first kiss etc...) Since I am his older, wiser, more experienced older sister he tends to come tell John and I about all his high-school-y adventures. (Can I tell you how much I love living vicariously through him???) Well, I realized that as he tells me about his cool life (cause he's cool right now...believe me) I start to say things like "oh my gosh! I KNOWWWW! This one time....me and so and so....I'm so awesome cause I was in high school once...me me me....I I I...insert weird dating advice here...next brag about how many "guys wanted me" and how I was TOTALLY part of the ''it crowd''....blah blah blah...Look over and realize that not only are his eyes glazed over, he's just sort of nodding and waiting for his chance to actually finish his story. Grrreeatt. As much as I care about how awesome I once was, he could care less. All he really wants to know is if this chick likes him or not. Smooth Sarah, smooth.

Confession #2. It actually took me doing the SAME THING to one of our good friends who is super attractive, single and pretty much the most eligible bachelor around, to realize this horrible problem. He stopped by being the good friend that he is to say hi to the boring married couple. Of course he had dating stories to tell us and suddenly I noticed I was monopolizing the conversation with my "very experienced knowledge and assesment."

SARAH! YOU'RE MARRIED AND BORING. That's the thing. You've been out of high school for quite some time and I'm pretty sure you're not the only one that knows everything about everything.* bleh. Sorry folks. Guess I'm having a mid-twenties life crisis.

*suuuper hard to admit.

ps. sitting at work munching...yaom yaom yaom....

{Witty title about cleaning here.}

2011-03-31T21:28:00.000-07:00

These recent 1.2 day(s) of warm weather have made me start making lists. Well. That's a lie. Actually I'm constantly a creepy ''list-maker'' (I LOVE LISTS. Love them. I have a specific notebook in my purse dedicated to lists only. I call it my vomit book because basically I get thought-vomit floating around stressing me out all day. But I've found that if I list it all out then I usually feel better and can relax. I've actually got quite the system down. Ask me about it sometime. What do I list you ask? Anything and everything. Give me a topic and I'll write a list about it. In fact, I'm pretty sure I'm at a disease-listing level. I think sometimes John wants to admit me...but that's another story. Why do I get on paragraph long tangents? You're fine.) but a particular list has been finding its way onto sticky notes on my desk, in my purse and on my fridge.

That list is titled: SPRING CLEANING 2011

So if you're interested...here goes. This is the moment where you start to get an idea about how sick this list disease really is.

- Dust blinds / scrub or power wash them
- Dust ceiling fans
- Rinse filters on AC units (Yeah, we're poor and in an apartment without central air. We're fine.)
- Clean windows / window sills inside and out
- Clean out fridge and scrub it!
- Rotate matress
- Give ''stuff'' an over-haul and give a bunch to charity
- Wash comforter
- Clean out / refresh pantry
- Wipe walls
- Wipe doorjams (Dirty fingerprints...I know you have them.)
- Wash shower curtain and buy a new liner
- Wash throw pillows
- Organize computer and delete old files
- Clean porch / cobwebs / sweep etc
- Wipe BBQ
- Throw away old cosmetics and lotions (Amazing how this stuff builds...right?)
- Pour Drain-O down sinks and tub (With the amount of hair I shed you'd think I'd be bald by now...)
- Clean top of fridge
- Scrub kitchen sink
- Wash / hose out garbage can
- General organizing session

Yay for cleaning. (bleh) I MAY or MAY NOT be one of those people who like to clean. You'll never know. At least it's warm-er outside...

I am so graceful! For reals.

2011-03-30T20:40:00.000-07:00

Preeetttyyy sure I fell ON MY FACE at work a few days ago. In the kitchen. I was wearing my new 6" heels (yeah. six inches baby! Just call me a Victoria's Secret model. Apparently they elongate my legs and make my calves look screamin. Who knows. All I know is that they boost myself esteem like 6 points. EXCEPT FOR THIS STORY...) anyway so here I am heading home from work with my friends from the office and I was all "oh, I have to run in the kitchen and put away my carrots (I've started taking carrots and dip to work since for some reason everyday I get a case of the 3 pm - 4 pm munchies. munch munch munch...yaom yaom yaom) so I hurry into the kitchen and gracefully stumble....once....twice...three times. Each time that "graceful stumble" gets a little more intense. You know how it goes. It's like— crap! I'm falling! oh wait. caught myself. Crap! falling again. oh good. I'm safe. Did anyone see that? CRAP! Whew close callll....BAM. I'm on my face. Bag of carrots flings and smacks against the wall. Coworkers start laughing but feel bad so in the middle of a giggle try to ask if I'm ok. I'm just fine but remember those 6 points of high-heel induced self esteem? Yeah. Out. The. Window. I'm soooo cute! Remind me again how I go in public with myself?

It tickles when they massage my feet.

2011-03-28T19:34:00.000-07:00

This made me SUPER happy over the weekend:

Fire-Engine Red toenails and green green grass.

Thank goodness for spring break and warm places. Too bad it's Monday now and snowing. *sigh*

Don't take it personal K?

2011-03-27T23:31:00.000-07:00

So. April first is coming up and I'd like to say that it is one of my favorite holidays...but that's sort of not true. 1. Because, is it even a holiday? Who the heck came up with it? and 2. Because I always screw it up. I love pranks and teasing and am, in fact, married to the biggest tease on planet earth so you'd think it would be right up my alley...but you'd be wrong.

As I sit here, two memories come to mind. Last year I thought I had the perfect joke to play on my family. I decided I would pretend I was pregnant. (woohoo so original right?) After John and I brought my family together in the kitchen and "announced" our big news, what happened next was NEVER part of the plan. I guess I just hadn't thought as far as if people actually believed me but my Dad MORE than believed me. He started clapping his hands and his face lit up brighter than I've EVER seen it and he ran over and started hugging us all the while chanting "I'm gonna be a Grandpa!". My heart sank. How rude are we? Ya. Big. Fat. Jerks. When I broke the news while he was hugging me the look on his face wanted to make me cry. He just stammered..."whha..whatt?" and then just sort of stared at us. No one even laughed. AWESOME Sarah. What a success. Yeah. Super sad and awkward. Story of my life. If you manage to make a situation that awkward while standing in a room full of your own kin then you've got a special talent and come find me cause I have that same talent.

I guess you could say I was getting back at my Dad for the OTHER April Fools memory that I'm reminiscing about. I was around ten years old innocently eating my breakfast on the morning of April 1 not having a clue that it's April Fools, when my loving father tells me that my bestest bestie in the whole world Marie is moving to California. After interrogating him about how he knew FOR SURE that she was moving I just burst into tears and sobbed up to my room. After which my Dad, probably feeling about how I felt the day I told him I was pregnant, came into my room sat on my bed and rubbed my back while asking me "What day is it Sarah?" Hello Daddy. I'm ten. I just got told that the world was going to end and you're expecting me to figure it out that it's April fools? Yup.

So now, as April 1 draws nearer, I'm left to wonder who's feelings I'm going to hurt this year....

Zits are SUUUUUPER fun!

2011-03-22T22:21:00.000-07:00

BIG. FAT. NOT. So...here's the dealio. I have a fun little tip when you're feeling a little zit-faced. Ya know how you get little scabs etc after you have an enjoyable night of getting up close and personal in the mirror with your bumpy little red friends? And you know how the next morning when you go to put cover up on them it just doesn't cover nicely because things are...ahem...shall we say crusty? Well all you have to do is buff them off! Take one of your nail files (the cube ones work the best for me) and buff away! (dab with a wet washcloth after) You'll find that soon your forehead is smoother than a babies bottom your cover up will go on A LOT nicer.

PS. I THOUGHT I was done with the puberty thing? parently not. *sigh*

Chunky and GREEN just the way I like it. What??

2011-03-21T08:08:00.000-07:00

You guyyyyyys. I know I already said this on twitter but I just HAD to post about it today cause I'm that proud of myself and I'm that interested in sharing the joy with you. After working out this morning I was teasing my mom that we needed to drink a recovery drink. Well she pipes up that she tasted one at Costco that was pretty good so we decided to make it. AND IT WAS AWESOME. Here is the recipe:

1 handful spinach
1 peeled orange (whole)
1/2 an apple with peel on it
little wedge of lemon with peel on it
little wedge of lime with peel on it
1 large spoonful of frozen white grape juice concentrate

Put in a blender and blend REALLY WELL and enjoy!

K this is seriously yummy. I know I know you don't trust me but would I lead you astray? would I? Don't you dare say yes. Here's the thing, if I went home and made a blender full all for myself to store in the fridge then this stuff is good. It's really limey and refreshing! Nothing like other spinach drinks I've had. The only thing is that you have to get over the bright green color. Hahah happy late St. Patricks day I guess!

Ps. Plus you get to feel like you're one of those trendy worker-outers type too (cause lets be honest, up until this point I didn't think NORMAL people drank spinach drinks...)

Need a Bookie?

2011-03-15T21:43:00.000-07:00

Because I work for a purse company that is 75% female employees, I took it upon myself to start an office bracket pool today. I mean, it must be written in the rules somewhere that offices should have a pool right? Right. Well, I'm pretty proud of myself. Next thing I knew I was collecting money and everyone was asking me questions as if I knew what I was talking about and who to predict. Not going to lie...this felt pretty awesome. Especially since my bracket was a big fat guessing game and I'm pretty sure I'll do better than the boys in the office just for that reason. Why is that? Who knows.

Anyway, what I've learned:
1. Gonzaga is the coolest word to say. Sort of like Zimbabwe (just because I like saying the name I MAY HAVE chose them to win a round or two...)
2. Some people actually don't know how to fill out/read a bracket. (thank you father for teaching me)
3. BYU is NOT getting past sweet sixteen without Davies
4. Despite my urge to pick Duke yet again, I didn't.
5. I may sound like I know what I'm talking about but I don't.
6. Had to change my final four pick after my wonderful husband came home and said "You picked WHO?" and then laughed his butt off.

I think I make a pretty good bookie. Not gonna lie.

Oreos and Milk. Can life get better? I submit that it cannot!

2011-03-14T21:38:00.000-07:00

"Sarah! What are you doing?!"

"I'm not a flippen zoo animal!"

"Sarah, you seriously can't blog about that."

"If you're blogging about my oreos I'm just gonna snap!"

Oh. How I love nights filled with John's homework! YEAH RIGHT. Have I mentioned how ready I am for him to be grad-u-ated? 6.5 weeks and counting! Bam.

Ps. Please note his positioning...oreo on fork dipped in cup full of milk (that he DRINKS after! yuck! with all the little black soggy oreo chunks and everything! I judge him.) eyes glued to ESPN which he REFUSES to turn off while he does his homework. How DARE I suggest he miss even a second of it! Man I love him!

Must have this!

2011-03-14T10:50:00.000-07:00

Um. Hai. Came accross this, this morning. Click here to see the tshirt in all it's glory.

Aching to be there.

2011-03-11T15:54:00.000-08:00

Bear Lake in the winter anyone???

Twit-ified.

2011-03-11T13:34:00.000-08:00

Just set up my very own twitter account! yaaaaayyyy I'm a llama again! What? I dont know.

@sarahteehanks

clever I know.

Trypanophobia.

2011-03-09T19:00:00.000-08:00

Think you can guess what that is? FEAR OF NEEDLES. I have it biiiiiigggg time. Bleh. They freak me out what can I say?

So the other week I wasn't feeling so hot so I went to the good old insta-care. Turns out I had strep and was prescribed Amoxicillin. Welllll APPARENTLY I'm allergic to amoxicillin because about 6 days later I broke out in crazy, gross, VISCOUS hives. All over my body. Like, gross style. So gross in fact that I'm not even going to post the pictures cause you might vomit. Lets just say that everyone I've showed them too reacts like "OH. MY. GOSH. Sarah!!" to which I respond, "I know right?" But what I really wanna say is..."I toooooolllld you it was bad!" So I'm not lying people. It was BAD. The red bumps were even in my ears and in my mouth and on the palms of my hands. sick.

Annnnywayy. I'm sitting at the Insta-care yet again while my hives rage an everyone stares at me like I'm some monster. Why is that? The chick who is hacking out her right lung and browsing through a magazine that she found on the chair next to her which probably has been thumbed through by 150 people who were ALSO hacking up a lung is giving me the evil eye? are you kidding me? I wanted to turn to her and while widening my eyes shout "boo!". and then say "you're the one that's contagious! Step off!" But I didn't. Instead, I just popped my collar on my coat and tried to turtle move my head into my shoulders. Didn't work.

Well the doctor took one look at me and said "whoa. we need to get meds in you quick!" Yeah. figured that. So then he begins to tell me that he wanted to give me a shot to make the medication start circulating faster. At about this point I started to panic. He then did what every doctor has to do when they mention a shot. Stop mid sentence and ask "are you alright?" to which I reply (while getting choked up might I add) "I just really hate needles." He smiles, chuckles and says it won't be too bad. Gee phanks bud. Soooo the nurse comes in and at this point I'm out right crying. She starts cooing and trying to talk me through it which doesn't work. Lets just say I am 24 years old and was BAWLING laying on my side on that BLASTED crinkley paper while she stuck a needle in my bum. A needle which, might I add was supposed to take all my troubles away. Why is this so ironic?

Ooooh it's vintage. I simply must have it.

2011-03-03T17:21:00.000-08:00

I get that vintage is the new ''in'' right now but sometimes I just want to BARF all over the place when I read all these blogs about "ooooh look at this 800 year old hat" or "I MUST have this ugly old lamp!" some vintage things are cool and totally worth bringing back into circulation but seriously? Bleh!

Guess what? Sometimes VINTAGE is just another word for "used to be in style once forever ago."

Right now, I'm in the mood for some Lady GaGa, sitting on my plain tan couch watching Seinfeld, drinking diet coke out of my pink tupperware cup I got at Walmart.

Just sayin...

If the glove fits....

2011-03-02T20:33:00.000-08:00

So...I do something weird. Something that I never realized was weird until I got married. I wear rubber gloves when I do the dishes. Here I was on our first week of blissful union trying to be suzie-homeaker doing the dishes (by HAND might I add. We only have one little dishwasher and that dishwasher is Muah. Yours Truly. ME.) And my lovely husband walks in and starts laughing his head off picking up one of them in between his thumb and pointer finger as if they are a used tissue or something and asks "what are these?!" He had never seen someone do this.

Since he loves to tease me on a daily basis I chose to ignore it and go on as if it is normal. I finally accepted that it was a little strange when one of our good friends went to get a glass of water in our kitchen and came out holding it THE SAME WAY asking "do you actually wear these?!" I wailed back "Yessss IIIII ddoooooo" and then felt like Julia Roberts in Runaway Bride...fists clenched and everything.

I learned it from my mom. When I asked her why she wears them she said "Because I think hot water makes your hands look old." I thought it was because the old food grossed her out. That's why I wear them. But young looking hands is always a plus as well! Thank you mom for starting a tradition that I will probably hand down to my own daughters someday. (Cause, lets be honest. Who wants old looking hands?)

This Bug is Blogging me.

2011-03-02T20:23:00.000-08:00

I mean, this BLOG is BUGGING me. I can't decide what I want this blog to be. So frustrated.

MMMM.

2011-02-24T22:36:00.000-08:00

Had a shoe-gasm last weekend. Best $30 ever spent!

Creepster?

2011-02-24T22:28:00.000-08:00

Is it creepy that I got all happy/giddy that my boss came and patted me on the shoulder today? (don't get the wrong idea, it wasn't that kind of giddy, more like he's someone I really admire and REALLY wish would write me a random check for $500,000 cause he probably could, but took the time in his busy day to pay a low-life like me attention)

WHICH BRINGS ME TO MY NEXT POINT...ahem.

I am officially an employee at Miche Bag! Whahoo! I did contract work for them for Dec and Jan and have now officially been hired. "couldn't be happier..." wicked. What? Nevermind.

I freaking love husbands.

2011-01-22T00:31:00.000-08:00

So the other day I was trying to rouse said husband up in the morning and get him moving. Rushing him = bad idea. He HATES getting up in the morning and was grumpy and groggy. Bad combination.

Tangent: A few weeks ago I broke down and bought very expensive MAC makeup because I was feeling ugly and greedy. Eighty bucks worth to be exact. which did not go over well at home.

Back to story. Groggy, grumpy husband decides to go to the restroom right when he wakes up and groggily BUMPS MY MAKE UP drawer WHILE FLUSHING THE TOILET.

End of story: Makeup flies out of drawer and right into the toilet as it was being flushed and gets flushed right down.

No he didn't reach his hand down to toilet to see if it was gone for good. I DID. and yes, it was history.

Awesome. looks like i need another trip to the mall...

yes that really happened to me

So cute.

2011-01-21T09:11:00.000-08:00

Know what I hate? Going to the bathroom at work. Cause here you are going about your day looking down at your knees/shoes/outfit thinking, yeah, I look pretty cute today. This is a good outfit. When suddenly you walk in the bathroom and BAM! you see your hair/face/makeup and realize...NOPE. I am NOT cute today. Darn.

(This has happened to me on one too many occasions.)

Newer Job. Newer Life.

2010-11-29T22:05:00.000-08:00

Sooo...Here's the thing. Remember when your Mom tells you "When things seem too good to be true they usually are" and you don't believe her? Well. She's usually right. At least in my world. Anyway, I quit that last job (yeah drama.) and now actually am working for a new company part time. "Holy crap! That was fast!" You say? Yeah. I am lucky to have good networking abilities. (Heidi, you're my lifesaver!) I don't want to say which company because I'm hoping that it will possibly turn into a FULL time position but don't want to jinx it. Basically that old job was a really bad situation. Really bad environment mixed with really bad stress levels = bad wife and friend. You get the picture. When I came home sobbing last week John told me it was time to find another job. I'm so grateful for understanding husbands! Anyway, once again I do feel blessed and thankful to have a job in this bad economy and feel even more grateful for the wonderful and friendly environment of this new one. I never knew how important it is to feel safe and content in the workplace. I'd like to bear my testimony about it...ahem...ha. JK. But seriously.

P.S. Yes, I'm still doing graphic design work. Which is so awesome. If you'd like the deets of the whole dramatic situation feel free to call me.

P.P.S. "deets" noun: an individual feature, fact, or item : we shall consider all the deets of her story | her meticulous attention to detail.

Soooo for your enjoyment I finally got around to posting pictures of what we've been up to the last 8 or so months. Enjoy!

Just my favorite game of the year. Except I was FREEZING. But oh so worth it! Go Utes! P.S. we rushed the field. We're cool like that! You're jealous.

Horseback riding with John's Mission President and Companion (and wife) right before

the snow storm. That's right, Mission President. He likes hanging out with us ok?

Hermana Tingey Baptisms! Wait a minute...is that Bryan and Peter on the left?

John's bee-stung hand. So much drama. 2 trips to the doctor finally cured it.

Completing my first ever half marathon. Just to make Becca proud. Felt like I was doing something with my life. Ha! 13 miles is sure a long way. I can't imagine going another 13! Marathon-ers are crazy.

Summer "Family Swim" days at Hanks'!

Bear Lake

Lake Powell

Fourth of July

John's Birthday

1 Year Baby!

Cancun with the In-Laws. Thank you Jane and Gord!

PHEW. That's all folks.

Excuse me, Sir? EXCUSE ME SIR? Yes. I am talking to you.

2010-11-17T08:44:00.000-08:00

Why are cops such jerks? Sorry if any of you out there are in fact one of these horrible specimens or know a friend of a friend who's husband is one. Cops are JERKS, period. Take last night for example. While coming home from the gym (I know this blog is making me sound like I work out a ton. I promise I'm not OCD about it. Oh. wait. ok maybe just a little. Listen, there is a Zumba class on tuesday nights I take to dance away my frustrations of life. Oh, and it's kinda fun to shake my butt like a latina. Yeah, I just said latina. I could have said Mexican, but that would have been racist.) Annnyway while driving home two cop canine units go whizzing past us. (by us I mean John and I. He swims, I dance. We're just trying to re-live high school. That's the thing.) When we get close to home we realize that in fact, those canine units were cruising to OUR neighborhood and there weren't only two. There were about 15 cop cars and cops with dogs walking ALL OVER the place. What in the? Of course they are parked like in the middle of the effing road so you as a passer by has no idea whether they meant to do that and block of the road or whether they are just being power hungry. Orrr maybe they were in such a hurry to save a life they just stopped and didn't realize where they had parked. yeah right.

So we edge up all close trying to squeeze by and get to our apartment. Some cop is standing by his car acting busy so I roll down my window and kindly say "excuse me sir?" about four times. He doesn't even respond. I'M LIKE TWO FEET AWAY FROM YOU! Get off your high horse of "I'm a Bad A$$ because I'm a cop and I have a gun and a big stick thing. Oh and a taser" and talk to me! I live in this neighborhood and it looks as if there is a murderer on the loose! So please, kindly explain to me whats going on so I don't sit out here and snoop. Well he didn't. The cop ACROSS the street did and this was his response "Go on home. We're looking for someone" Oh. thanks. now I feel so much better. He could have even patted me on the head with that response. Go on home? What are we five? Oh and just looking for someone. don't worry about it. We only have about 6 canine units on the loose sniffing around. But just go on home. awesome. So we did. we went on home. Only to find out on the news that three guys had kidnapped a woman and high-jacked a car and blah blah blah doing bad guys stuff but they had only caught 2. One of them was in my neighborhood last night. creepy!! oh and just a side note cops? If I were on the run, i wouldn't be close to the roads. I be hiding and hopping back yards. so next time try going a little deeper. Just saying.

Sushi is so trendy.

2010-11-11T15:30:00.000-08:00

Or at least that's what people say that DON'T LIKE sushi and feel jealous that they aren't part of the trend. Well guess what folks? I LOVE it. So I'm totally trendy. Officially. In fact, if you've been to more than 5 different sushi restaurants then you can join my club. Well, since my Oh So Handsome Husband has vetoed the "ocean creatures are food" world I have to get my sushi kicks with others. Last night happened to be one of those awesome times. Hooked up with a bunch of old classmates and couldn't have had more fun. Best part was? It was at a BAR. In UTAH. So I felt even more hip and with it. (Even though I only ordered water and the waitress was annoyed. She's fine. Sorry I don't drink. So sue me.) Yum!

PS. Yeah, I know I need to update what I've BEEN up to so that'll happen eventually. Soon I'll have a smathering of pictures of "what the Hanks' have been up to the last 9 months" cause trust me, it's a lot. and it's interesting. Is smathering even a word? Also, do you know how hard it is for me that I have a new last name that ends in 's'? Try saying Hankses. it gets annoying fast. Sigh.

In case you were wondering what John was doing at home while I was enjoying raw fish, here it is.

Wasting his life away playing PS3 which I broke down and let him purchase BEFORE christmas. Much to my mother's chagrin. What was I supposed to do when he begged for 3 days???

So if you know what to get him for Christmas please holla at me. oh, and it better be cheap. :)

New Job...New Life

2010-11-09T08:13:00.000-08:00

So, I got this new job. (WHA-FREAKIN-HOO!) And every morning I now have a set routine. Get up at 5:30 am, exercise with parents, (yeah, I can't let go of home. you're fine. or, it's just that my husband would never in a million years get up at 5:30 to do something he "doesn't want to do") shower, rush to work and then log in and catch up on emails and blogs. This little ten min in the morning is crucial to my day. Now all I need to do is start updating my blog. it's coming I promise. Little by little I get more and more inspired to do it. One of these days it might just happen! It also helps that I have this new awesome friend at work named Bill who is going to help me make my blog 'oh so unique and chic'. We'll see. Anyway so here is my preface, I will begin blogging sometime soon!

PS. My job is at a digital design studio in West Jordan called JV2. It's awesome! I feel extremely blessed to be working again and actually doing what I graduated in. The best part is that soon I won't have a long commute to West Jordan! Cause we're moving downtown. Stay posted.

"Daily Affirmation"

2010-10-18T13:47:00.000-07:00

Saw this on Bailey Bowthorpe's Blog. Wish I had this attitude more often!

Dumpster Dilemma

2010-04-02T12:40:00.000-07:00

So here's the thing. I don't know why I keep doing these things to myself, but some how I manage on a daily basis to live up to my nick name of Struggle Buddy (thanks to my darling husband whom I adore and appreciate. We're so happy.)

Today's story begins when I was being such a good wife and doing the dishes. A little background for you, I work from home so my paychecks come via mail. Well, I've been waiting on a rather fat check to come which happened to be sent to my parents this week instead of our apartment. While I was at my parents, I didn't have my purse and made the mistake of sticking the fat check into a random grocery back I was carrying. Red flag No. 1. That should have caught my attention but it didn't. So back to the dishes (ps. this is like 3 days after that) while I'm scrubbing away I realize that I THREW THAT BAG AWAY yesterday....and john took out the garbage yesterday (just playing our roles of dutiful husband and wife, don't mind us.)

Panicing, I call John to break the news that I just threw away a month's worth of income. Instead of yelling at me he just started laughing. Is this a hint? He was probably wondering can my wife really be that dumb. well, yes. I can as a matter of fact. Then he told me to go check the big dumpster out back. Again, laughing he said "and you might have to climb into it".

Well that's just what I did. I walked right up to that dumpster and saw our particular bag. with my hands on the side of it I had to do a quick "shifty eye" surveillance to make sure no one was watching and trying to look completely normal like jumping in dumpsters is something I do often, I hoisted my self up and fell right in. Let me tell you the smell was horrid.

I got the check and felt all victorious and then realized that the foot grip I used on the outside of the dump was not on the inside. annnnd it's about up to my shoulders. Great. So i was stuck jumping and jumping trying to get out praying that someone wouldn't drive by and wonder what in the world I was doing. Yes I survived and finally got out but not with out gross black goo all down my arms and front. NASTY. Don't think i'll be taking a trip to the dumpster any time soon. Just saying...

the little things...

2010-03-18T23:33:00.000-07:00

PEDICURES! Are the best thing in life, I swear. If you're ever having a bad day just go get a pedicure. It doesn't even matter if it's a cheep-o one or a luxurious one. Even husbands would enjoy this! If they are man enough to walk in and sit down that is...

Anyway. I have this awesome friend who gave me this wonderful pedicure today. I don't know what else in this world makes me as warm and fuzzy as a pedicure does. Ok lots of things but you get the picture...you're fine.

Things on my mind today
1. Taxes.
2. How much school sucks
3. BYU wining. hate that.
4. MEXICO HERE WE COME. Soooo ready.
5. Apparently I really like punctuation today...

ps. The toenail polish is dark purple, not black. Haven't branched out that far just yet...

Struggle Buddy.

2010-03-05T12:23:00.000-08:00

Here's the thing. I struggle. Mostly all the time in different aspects of my life, but the one I'm writing about today is about blogging. I'll admit, I l.o.v.e. reading everyone else's and getting inspired and feeling all less than adequate but i just hate actually posting! It's like there's way too much to talk about, or there is nothing. Mainly I'm posting today because I got a "come to jesus" talk from my bestest friend brewer. who is now just Em. I promise to try harder to be a blogger and let you all (you all...haha like two people read this. whatever.) know about my ever so interesting life.

ps. John coined my nick-name as struggle buddy. He even has a song about it.

I'm a cry baby.

2009-09-11T18:23:00.001-07:00

Yes, it's true and totally embarrassing. (to those of you who are shaking your heads thinking what a loser, or her life sucks, or glad that's not me, you're all little liars because you know that it IS you. there's a cry baby in all of us...mine just tends to come out and play more often than most.)

In fact I have a recent and funny story. A story that wasn't so funny two days ago, but somehow is totally hilarious now. I was having an awful day. By awful I mean, running late, PMS, homework due, missed my bus, feeling fat awful. and mind you, this was all by nine forty in the morning. Not a great start. well anyway so the class i have in the early dawn is water aerobics. Yes, you heard me correctly. Not regular aerobics, yoga or pilates...WATER aerobics. or you may best know it by grandma exercise. I thought it'd be fun. definitely a result of one of those spur of the moment decisions. oh and the best part? I dragged my freshman sister Jess into it too. I'm a gem. (she's a gem banister.)

Part I: So picture this. Me, wet swimsuit under old ratty exercise clothes, upset and headed off to commuter services to get my parking pass. cute huh? at commuter services i wait in a line about thirty min long. I was there to pick up my pass and a pass for my sister. Well a little background...John and i share a car (we're going green. oh wait. we're just poor) and we take an institute class together. so when the teacher asked if we both needed a pass, we said "no, we only have one car" so the teacher wrote JOHN HANKS on the card and handed it to us. Well this ended up screwing everything. So to make a long story short the snotty 40 year old (or plus) ronch of a woman sitting behind the desk wouldn't give me a pass because the card had JOHN's name on it and not mine. even though he is my husband and even though i signed it and put MY u of u ID number on there. Oh and the best part? SHE GAVE ME A PASS FOR MY SISTER WHO WASN'T EVEN THERE. but she wouldnt' give me a pass for my own car. hooker. and things got a little heated between us arguing so she even took me into her back room. yep. like the principals office or something. What am i in third grade? UGH!

Part II: Picture this. Me still wet swimsuit under now wet clothes. marching over to the institute to get ANOTHER card. totally pissed. Well I got to the institute and of course it was a hassle to even get another card. These sweet institute ladies were even giving me a hard time! What a rotten day. So, it came. It bubbled up and had to be let out. I started bawling right in the middle of the institute. Bawling. the kind of crying that makes you choke and make weird noises. (how I was praying someone I knew wouldn't walk by...) so the ladies felt bad for me and finally gave me a card. but the best part? The sweet little lady came out from behind her desk to give me a hug and bring me a cookie. Holy crap. don't you love being a mormon? anyway, that just made me cry harder and she started rubbing my back while hugging me. I think that I am officially five years old and staying that way. There I was, bawling holding a cookie and getting a hug from a grandma. Needless to say I did end up FINALLY getting my parking pass. And the best part? The hug and cookie actually made me feel better. Thank you Sister Institute.

#1 Pet Peeve.

2009-09-07T15:23:00.000-07:00

When the cougars win. Period.

Mawridge is wat bwrings us hewre togeder today

2009-09-03T15:26:00.000-07:00

There are a million things to say about the last five months, but i'll have to be content with some pictures. Blogging is like journaling. The more you try and wait to catch up, the more happens. So here is my big fat attempt to recap the last five months and move forward in faith. What? I don't know. My husband has only been home for like 13 months so we're really spiritual over here. Actually he's just sitting here watching me, telling me which pictures he looks good in. So here it is. an actual post. (Yes, em this one's for you.) It's long but you'll get over it.

Where's Waldo, 101.

John's first parade. It was a big day.

Dear Emily and Mike, Thank you for making us get out and actually do something with our lives. Here we have our first attempt at camping. Of course, I forgot the stakes to our tent. Struggle buddy.

Yes, we're so proud of John. He can count to ten AND sing his ABC's!

Boys Vs. Girls. Somehow water weenies make you laugh. How this works I have no idea because without fail someone gets hurt every time. But they are one of those classic things from your childhood you don't let go of

Before.

After. Somebody's wittle face was stinging.

John and I concluded that since he can grow a real beard, he

is a real man. And actually, against my better judgement, I think

he'd look smokin with a go-tee. Is that how you spell it?

Becca's mission call. Houston Texas baby! How I'll miss thee...let me

count the ways.

Back in DC visiting Meg.

I went to Baltimore for a leadership conference (cause I'm really involved and outgoing, which

John just loves about me.) And who would have thought that Baltimore

would be one of my new favorite places! Did you know that Baltimore was where

Francis Scott Key wrote our national anthem?! My real favorite part about this trip was when we went out on the town and got drunk and danced on a bar. Ok omit the drunk part.

But we did manage to get a shout out from the DJ and dance on the bar.

I'm cool.

You're jealous.

So I'm weird. But I already knew that.

2009-03-19T11:37:00.000-07:00

So, has anybody experienced the phenomenon of having conversation with yourself? I'm sure you have. Mine usually happens for some reason when I'm putting my makeup on in front of the bathroom mirror. Random useless conversations (that are about strange topics) flitter through my groggy morning brain. Sometimes I catch myself, standup straight, blink a couple times and then laugh at my confused face in the mirror. But this I don't find as weird as something else I do.

I write emails to myself. Yes, you just worried for my sanity didn't you? Well, I usually send emails to myself with attachments I need so I can print them at school or whatnot. But the best part about this is I actually write a little note to myself. Yep, I do that. Sometimes they're boring, encouraging or funny, but usually I just say "here you go." as if I didn't know I was giving it to myself. Wow. So now I'm a eating junkfood-working at home-sitting in my pjs-emailing myself kind of person. How interesting.

Read if you're bored. If not, don't. Cause it's lame.

2009-03-17T13:11:00.000-07:00

I'm a fairly OCD online banker. This means I check it at least twice a week to make sure everything is ok. Ok meaning no bounced checks or overdrafts going on. (Cause I'm really rich.)

Well, sad to say I've been neglecting this duty and the other day I got online to make sure I had enough in my checking to write a check for our first RENT payment (woot woot! yeah, we're growing up!) oh and which, might I add, is incredibly low because we found a frickn' sweet place! But, needless to say I still needed to check and make sure all was A-OK on the bank-account-front.

To my horror I saw there was $0.00 as the 'running balance'. Yep, you read right, $0.00. WHAT? at about this point I freaked out and called the bank. For some reason I never just relax and try to figure out what's wrong myself...I always call. That's what those annoying customer service reps are there for right? I guess somehow it makes my day to hear the annoyance in their voice when my problem is usually lame.

Well, here's something else about me. Because I'm so OCD and into the online thing, I've got automatic transfers set up. I hate to have more than necessary in my checking and so usually when my paycheck direct deposits in, I have most of it transfered into savings. Welllllll (long dumb story, I know. Sorry.) Turns out I updated those transfers wrong and ended up transferring ALL of my checking into savings. Which caused me a heart attack and a $15.00 overdraft charge...oh and an annoyed customer service rep. Bummer. So much for being all with it and organized! This has only increased my OCD levels...which I didn't need.

Love/Hate relationship-like most things in my life...

2009-03-16T10:53:00.000-07:00

I really am trying when it comes to this blog thing. Emily, I really am sorry! I'll try to post more so that you can read mine when you're bored. Cause my life is so interesting...wait...plus I think you're the only one in the world who reads this or knows it exists, so this is a shout out to you. holla.

Anywho, so racking my brain trying to come up with what to post I once again was reminded how much I love/hate working from home. Don't get me wrong, I am incredibly lucky that I get to set my own hours and such, but I've soon realized I have little self control. If ever I'm here and I feel a little hungry I'm all "hmmm...lets go check out the pantry, and the fridge, and the food storage...." and suddenly I've got wrappers surrounding my desk, chocolate remains on my keyboard, mouse and face and I'm wondering where the mess came from! Or...I'm sitting here reading emails calculating all my deadlines and feeling stressed when...oh! The phone rings! What? I have deadlines? Who cares. I've got a conversation to catch up on.

Or, the most embarrassing of them all....here I am at 12:02 in the afternoon still in my pjs. Jealous? I knew you would be.

Seriously, so blessed...

2009-02-05T10:30:00.000-08:00

Ok so I had decided to just let this little blog die, but then Candice called me and got me all excited about blogging again. Something about keeping in touch with your married friends...who knows. All I know is that the infamous facebook became annoying and I guess this is the next best thing. So here we go again.

So lots has happened...the biggest being that John and I got engaged! Finally? go ahead and say it. I know you wanted to. So what if it took us way too long to figure things out? He went on a mission. Shiz happened. Need I say more? (Yes, I just said 'shiz' on my blog. you're fine.) So I am joining the millions of 'cute mormon couples' to feel so blessed and excited to get hitched. Let me tell you, it's been an adventure so far. Here are a few pictures from the night we got engaged. No, we didn't plan to wear brown together...we're just in tune that way. Neat. Also, please note, most girls look exceptional on the night they get engaged because they just went somewhere nice to dinner and are all dressed up. YES John took me to a fabulous restaurant, but by the time the proposal happened it was like one in the morning and I thought I was goign to bed so I looked the part. Besides, I bawled when he proposed. Yes, I cried. Like I said...seriously so blessed. Anyway, enjoy.

Good thing John looks really excited in this one.

Ok, so that wasn't so bad.

2008-11-10T12:44:00.001-08:00

One of the main reasons I hate the winter and snow so much is because I have to trudge around in it on campus all winter long. All of you who love snow and skiing/snowboarding and kiss it as it falls from the sky, I'd like you to honestly look me in the eyes and tell me you don't mind walking around in it on campus. Cause I KNOW you hate it as much as I do. But, last week during that first frigid snow day I found one thing I don't hate about walking around campus in it. There I was, bundled up to my ears, red nose, head down, pants rolled up, trying to manage my umbrella and cursing under my breath, when I looked up and saw Mr. Snow Man walking past me. This poor guy had no umbrella nor hood and he was bravely walking directing into the snow. Head up and hating life. He had snow plastered EVERYWHERE. Bless his heart. All I could see were his eyes and mouth where the snow had melted a bit. Seriously. He was a snow man. I started laughing so hard that I forgot how miserable I was. So, thank you Mr. Snow Man for helping me to realize that, although walking on campus in the weather is hell, somebody is always worse off than you and it's dang funny.

You're title please?

2008-10-17T14:30:00.001-07:00

So, for those of you who are wondering why I've titled my blog "need more sleep now", and don't even think it's funny...let me explain. First of all, it's clever. If you're shaking your head no, well, just stop because yes it is. It's not just myname.blogspot.com. and better yet, it has meaning! (get on to that part Sarah,) ok ok. Well now that I've been introduced to blogging I sleep less. I have one more reason to stay up for all hours of the night surfing the net reading blogs, or messing around with my own. (sigh) All thanks to Professor Wolske. (thanks dude) Plus, lets be honest here, now that I'm an official 'blogger', if and when I get married someday I won't have to change it to myhusbandandI.blogspot.com like everyone and their dog already does. But, don't get me wrong...that's fine too...I'm just lazy. So enjoy. Because odds are that you, my fellow reader, are up late somewhere reading this when you should be sleeping.

#4 - The Great Divorce

2008-09-22T15:49:00.000-07:00

The book I chose is not a bibliography. "The Great Divorce" by C.S. Lewis was published by HarperCollins Publishers in 2001; originally published in Great Britain in 1946. This particular collection was published/designed as a series with his other works. ISBN - 0-06-065295-0 (paperback)

The typeface is Times New Roman and it is 11pt font. I think it was completely appropriate because serif fonts tend to signify a classic feel and that is exactly what his books portray. Times is a very readable typeface. It's clean and organized.

There are no indents for the beginning of chapters, similar to the way I've chosen to lay my books out. However, there are 1/4 inch indents to signify a new paragraph. One thing I really like about this book is the leading between the lines. It helps your eye easily jump to the next line and continue. It is more than most novels which is refreshing. I think if there were to be a little bit more it would be difficult to create a continuous flow of reading. There are about 9.5 words to a line on average. Again, this book is shorter so the designer was able to set keep the typesize larger and the lines farther apart. It is set in manuscript block, again like how I have chosen to set mine. I like the centered feel. That is another reason this book appealed to me. Here are some samples of the inside pages:

Griddled

2008-09-12T13:29:00.000-07:00

The more I learn about design, the more I realize just how important it is to make sure all the elements of your design must come together to communicate. Like the textbook says, a GRID is one way to do this. In my class presentation, my book series used the block grid. This newsletter for a financial company uses the column grid. This grid style is nice for this type of project because it has running text. It also allows for a lot of flexibility. Traditionally the margins of this type of grid are twice the gutter size-or 2x. Flowlines and hanglines allow for subordinate structure in this type of grid. Another type of grid is a modular grid. It is basically a column grid with a lot of flowlines that help to create a matrix of cells. When these cells are grouped together they form spacial zones. You want to be careful when using a modular grid because if you have too many cells then the information can become confusing or redundant.

Photo

2008-09-06T13:09:00.001-07:00

Ok so I forgot a photo...here you go.

There you have it.

2008-09-06T12:56:00.000-07:00

I am a fan of old books. Actually, I am just a fan of books and reading...period. But on my bookshelf at home I love the look of old books. Trevor showed Brayden and I an old book of this just the other day that I am completely covetous of. It's a first edition, and about to fall apart, but simply beautiful because of this. Sorry, I can't remember what it was called. But anywho, back to the assignment. A book series that I've always liked the look of is A Series of Unfortunate Events. Ever since I was a kid these books have appealed to me. I can't say that I loved the story but the look and feel of the books is great. One of my favorite things about them is their pages. They are a darker yellow/brown color and are thick. The margins are nice and big and the pages don't all line up together so the edges are rough and bumpy. They are great. One of those simple things in life that for some reason are satisfying. If you're looking for something that looks good on the shelf, I'd suggest these.

This dang blawg.

2008-09-05T10:02:00.000-07:00

Ok so I agree with Spencer. I too took what david said literally and quite frankly ended up with a totally boring blog. So stay posted folks cause I'm working on making it more interesting but at the moment I am having to click every button just to find out how to do the simplest things! So there you have it. My disclaimer.

Publication Design

2008-09-02T16:58:00.000-07:00

Publication design is difficult to define. For me at least. My first question is what is publication? The dictionary describes it as - 'the act of making something generally known'. So, if we're trying to define publication design then to me it means any design work that is generally known. This could be anything from a brochure, magazine, logo, business card, catalog, product packaging to a blog or website.

A well designed example of online publication is www.designers-who-blog.com. I like how it feels fresh and clean. I just recently found it so I can't claim that I read it and view it often...but, I can say that after looking at a bunch of random blogs this one caught my eye. It has some great art. It seems modern and up to date. I also like the color choice and header design they've used. It feels antique and important. One of the main things I like about it is all the links it has to other blogs and other art. Looking around I found some great typefaces! They seem to know their stuff. So take a look!