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The Conflagration!

Wednesday, June 20th, 2007

“…The next thing you’ll notice about people in Utah, as you glance upward from the brown belt and brown shoes, is the attention to detail they give to the back of their heads. It’s as if the whole state has been told that they can’t possibly go out with the back of their heads looking like that, and so they go back and spend ten more minutes with their backsides to the mirror creating what I like to call The Conflagration! It’s a miniature replica, in follicle form, of the ferocious fire that will swallow the earth at the second coming of Jesus Christ. It’s as if people are bearing testimony with their hair that God lives and is angry.”

And this is why I love Dooce.com

She’s rather irreverent, but makes me laugh. A lot.

Personal Wishlist

Tuesday, June 19th, 2007

I wish that the sink would actually eat the dirty dishes, and they’d be gone forever.
I wish that being on the computer was exercise. Good, good exercise.
I wish the the fax machine worked.
I wish that the necessities of life had reproductive qualities: laundry detergent, gas, shampoo…
I wish that every single person could feel just how excited I feel when I see baby things, especially puppies.
I wish that vegetables tasted good.
I wish that toenails grew in a pretty color.
I wish that I could get to Massachusetts by clicking my heals.
I wish that I had 8 hours added into the day just for sleep, so I could do stuff the rest of the time.
I wish that I actually used my gym membership.
I wish that there was a screen in the window in the living room.
I wish that I had never seen the part in Home Alone when that wet bandit guy stepped on the nail. But I still want to have seen the rest.

More to come, I’m sure.

All That Other Stuff in Staples

Tuesday, June 19th, 2007

So Ron sends me out today to get some white 3 ring binders for the office.  I walked into Staples and was immediately greeted and asked if I needed any help.  I assured the young man that I was fine, and went on my way.  At every corner, around every shelf, there he was.  Greeting.  Asking if I was finding everything ok.  He was walking the entire store at a brisk pace, acting like he was looking for something.  I got up to the line with my 10 binders and noticed that there was only one cashier, and her tag read “Manager.” The fast-walker ran up to another register and I THOUGHT he was going to open another line, but instead he got on the intercom and shouted: Attention!  Manager to the cash registers!  The manager looked over at him (10 feet away) and said, “I’m right here.”  Fast-walker said, “Is there anyone in office supplies??!!” in an accusatory tone.  Manager’s answer, “No, we only have the two of us.” at which point Fast-walker went back to stalking the one other customer that was in the store at the time.  And I was left looking around the store wondering which part of it was “office supplies.”

So I Like to Eat the Heads

Monday, June 18th, 2007

“You only eat the heads off of cinnabears. That’s really disturbing.”

“No, it’s not.” no-heads.JPG

as I force feed him the bodies: “Yeah, it kind of is.”

We’re Going There (Someday) (August 3rd)

Friday, June 15th, 2007

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you get what you ask for

Friday, June 15th, 2007

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I encouraged Jonathan to get a haircut.

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So he did.

and the ants laughed

Friday, June 15th, 2007

Today was pretty fab. Woke up, took the little brother to work, got myself together, and then went to a wedding :) One by one, all the girls from my mission are getting married. Jessie got married in the Bountiful temple- it was so beautiful. I’ve never gotten emotional at a sealing before, but I was a little more teary today. I think it had something to do with the mother of the bride coming up to me before we all went in to see the sealing, hugging me tight and saying, “You all just got home!” It probably helped, too, that I kept thinking that it’d be me, soon enough. As the date gets closer, I just get happier.

I also got to see President and Sister Kinnersley. I seriously heart them.

So, aside from some work stuff I had to get done, I mostly just cleaned after I got home from Bountiful. Lotsa cleaning the house. There’s something very therapeutic about cleaning- I kind of enjoy it. I know, I’m weird. What I DIDN’T enjoy today was realizing that our little ant problem is still in full force. We don’t have ants in our house, per say. They are mostly in the staircase coming down to our front door. About a week ago I bought some little anty killing things. I figured today I’d just go out there and vacuum up all their little dead carcasses. However, when I got out there they were walking in and out of those things like they were little anty Marriott’s. I swear when I bent down to look at them they all paused, turned and looked at me, and laughed. Arg.

A Little Whining in the Morning

Wednesday, June 13th, 2007

An interesting drive to work this morning. In case anyone was wondering, Provo is officially the worst place in the entire world to own and operate a motor vehicle. It is downright dangerous to drive here. I have never in my entire life seen so many aggressive, reckless, selfish drivers in one place. In my dear home state of Massachusetts you get an aggressive driver here and there, every once in awhile a reckless one, usually just clueless people on cellphones- but people in Provo tend to be all of the above. I don’t necessarily think it’s the locals- since Provo is literally little Mormon melting pot- it’s probably a mixture of styles. I have a theory about how being told that you’re the chosen generation too much can have a negative affect on your driving, but I’ll save that for another time.

So, besides the typical people randomly veering into my lane for no reason, cutting me off, and blatantly running red lights (it’s amazing) we had an odd assortment of added extras this morning. I saw TWO humongous lawn mowers driving down the road, dead center- driven by girls in pink hoodies (Powder Puff Law Care?). Also, they were repainting the arrows in the turn lanes again. I have never seen a state so fastidious about their turn lanes. I’m sitting at a light in the the lane going straight, when all of a sudden a truck pulls into the turn lane to my left going in the wrong direction. About 5 guys, moving fast, jump out- reminiscent of Oompa Loompas, and proceed to lay down a pattern and spray paint the arrows. All I could think was if that paint “sprays” onto my car- I’ll be having Oompa Loompa for lunch. The light turned green and I moved on.

I also saw two people get pulled over by the police this morning- besides those two police cars I saw another squad car and a Sheriff’s truck. Add on about 8 Provo Town Maintenance trucks, and you can see how I felt weirded out. Almost like at any moment “the man” was going to take over the city.

Oh Provo.

Just Killing Plants and Reading Books

Tuesday, June 12th, 2007

I’ve almost, just almost, killed my plants. I followed through with the “quest” for nutrients- went out and bought some Miracle Grow. Not sure why, but I kind of feel like using some sort of watered-down miracle drug for my plants is cheating. I don’t know what ELSE I would do…but I’m getting over it. So, they’re all perking up except for the littlest one, who has some sort of mold issue. I brought it home from my office yesterday and put it outside with the other two, but now I’m wondering if it will spread the gross mold to the other plants. The mold is disgusting- seriously looks like goo from those old Ninja Turtles movies. I’m not sure why I’m so insistent on growing stuff, anyway. Perhaps it has something to do with my lack of skills in other areas. I would at LEAST like to have healthy plants.

Went to the library yesterday- dragged John along. He hates the library- I’m not sure why. He’s told me, but I don’t really understand. I know that he prefers to buy books, which I understand, but I’m not always so sure that I WANT the book. I just want to SEE if I want it. In a perfect world full of free books, I’d LOVE to own all the books I think I might enjoy, but alas…must buy gas… I’m trying to figure out if I would be more interested in young adult literature, regular fiction, nonfiction, etc. etc. etc. when I try my luck getting into publishing. Granted, I’ve got a semester of college, a couple years left (trapped) in Provo, then some Grad school, and then most likely an entry level position getting people drinks before I actually achieve the kind of status that allows me to read and edit what I want to read and edit. With college and work, I haven’t really read a lot this past year. That’s not true, I’ve read a TON of stuff, if you count Heidegger and Kierkegaard and Frege. Yeah….

Engagement Rings, A Long Drive, and Lots of Thoughts

Friday, June 8th, 2007

Yesterday John and I went out for a bit. We were picking up the long awaited engagement ring, made with my Grandma June’s diamonds. It’s absolutely breathtaking. I asked John if I’m fancy enough for it. He said, “Well, some people wear fancy clothes, and some people are just fancy.” Not sure what that meant exactly…but it made me feel better. Haha. In honor of the occasion, we drove past the theatre where we saw the worst movie EVER and then went to Borders, where we ended up on our first date after somehow making it through the movie. As we were waiting for our hot chocolate and cider, we had the third and final moment in our “engagement.” What were the first two moments, you might wonder? Well, there was the first time John proposed and I accepted, then…after a brief freak out by yours truly, there was the second moment when I proposed and John accepted, and now third and finally…the ring.

After hanging out a bit in Borders we took a drive, headed towards Manti. In my head I was thinking things like, “I have to go to bed, make sure I get enough rest for work tomorrow,” and “I hope we don’t go to far.” I asked John where we were going, and then something just, clicked. I remembered when we were first dating. I lived in a house with two others girls, shared a room. We could hang out there sometimes, but more often than not it was not suited to what we wanted to be doing- so we’d go out. We went everywhere, sometimes we’d go to a movie, sometimes to Borders, sometimes we’d go on long drives up Canyons into Heber or Park City or up to Salt Lake or out to Manti. We went and saw a lot of temples. We took some long walks around campus, up and down the hill, through the different paths around the duck pond. We went night hiking up a canyon near campus…I can’t remember what it’s called… We would stay out and up until 1, 2, sometimes 3 in the morning. I have no idea what we talked about. We didn’t talk about the things we talk about now: the wedding, the house, our jobs, the honeymoon….money… We walked and drove and talked ourselves into hunger pangs and sore feet and cold hands and runny noses and sheer exahustion. I’m honestly not sure how I handled school and work on top of all that. And knowing John better now, I don’t know HOW he got enough sleep to function at all, especially considering the fact that he was living in Salt Lake at the time, and whatever time we were done “being together” he still had to drive at least another half an hour to forty-five minutes. And that all started at night! That doesn’t even take into account meeting up between classes just to talk for a minute, the time I spent sitting next to him as he was working in the library, or our time in class together.

Compare that to now. We wake up and go to work. We email back and forth a little or send each other text messages throughout the day. After getting home, talking to various people on the phone, going to the grocery store (which always makes me feel like a family, especially at Harmons. Love Harmons.), running errands and watching a little TV, we say goodnight. Sometimes we go to the gym, work on our websites, and more lately John has been trying to take some concentrated time to write. At the end of the day, we’ve spent just a few hours together. We’re both so tired, we go home to our separate beds and sleep. Usually I get a little sad that we have to say goodbye. On the weekends we try to plan some fun things to do in with all the things we just want and need to have done about the wedding and around the house- and then there’s church. And then the week starts again.

This is what was running through my head as we were driving towards Manti last night. At first I felt a little sad that things had changed so much that I was more concerned with sleep than just getting away and having an adventure, but then I started thinking about how although my feelings aren’t so impulsive and reckeless as they were before, they have definitely deepened and become more consistent. I don’t necessarily need to get away and go on long drives until early in the morning (as romantic as the gas prices are currently…) I really do just love sitting on the futon, sending emails and watching a movie with John, convincing myself to eat dried fruit instead of the big monster peanut butter cup in the fridge. I like, every once in awhile, when he figures something out on joomla or sees something funny on TV when he laughs and the corners of his eyes crinkle up and I think, “Yup, we’re going to be pretty happy.” Not to say we don’t need to get out and do something now and again- but I think we’ve got it pretty good.

Learning to share is sometimes hard, as well. My brother recently moved in, so he demands more of my and our attention these days. Also, just making time that we each spend with family and friends, whether it be going out to visit someone together or finding time to spend with other people alone. It’s good and healthy to NOT be together every single moment that we’re free, but it’s defintiely an adjustment. I’m right in the middle, on one side looking at the people who are just beginning to date and devoting every moment to beng together, and looking at the other side finding those who have been married for awhile, juggling time between work, church callings, life “chores” that just need to get done, extended family, and da da dummmmmm…..kids. I guess there are all kinds of seasons of life, and I can’t honestly say that I have any idea what’s coming up. Things seem to change and evolve so quickly, and it makes me very, very happy for the eternal nature of our relationship. The most amazing thing about getting married in Manti is NOT that it looks like a castle (although it does) and not that it holds special sentiment to our family (although it does). The most amazing thing is that we will not only be married, but also sealed together. That means that no matter what, we belong to each other. It’s the most beautiful aspect of our faith- a marriage in the temple means that we will always, always be together. So if we seem a little busy just trying to get through life and make good on all of our plans and study and work and write and cultivate relationships with our families, we’re not loosing time together at all. Ultimately, time is what we have an eternity full of.

All that said, I will be very happy when he doesn’t have to go home at night anymore. He’ll come home instead :)