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New Blog

2009-08-28T20:06:00.001-06:00

I made a new blog. It is:

amazingwinsors.blogspot.com

It's not private. I will hopefully make it more exciting than it is right now, but as I have lots of homework, unpacking, cleaning, and work starting on Monday, it may not be for a while.

Holy Crap.

2009-08-26T17:18:00.002-06:00

So much stuff everywhere.

So many things to buy.

So many thank you's to write.

So much stuff to unpack.

So not enough time.

Classes start tomorrow for me. Yikes.

Busyness

2009-08-24T10:38:00.002-06:00

I've gotten a lot of comments about my last post. And it shouldn't bother me, but it does. Seth and I had a wonderful honeymoon, I wasn't blogging because I was bored or not having a good time, it took me ten minutes to write that while I was waiting for him to shower, we both wanted to go to church and we both enjoyed being able to take the Sacrament together and I don't care what anyone else thinks. And that's all I have to say about that.

Things have been crazy! Here was our schedule for the past week:

Wednesday: drive up to Provo, unpack, repack, drive up to Salt Lake City

Thursday: attend Erik's (best friend of Seths) sealing, luncheon, and reception, drive back to Provo, unpack, repack, get dropped off at the airport, fly all night long

Friday: arrive in Richmond, nap, help get house ready, get ourselves ready, Open House all night, drive to Buena Vista with Amanda/Stuart

Saturday: drive to Raleigh, set up for Open House, get ourselves ready, Open House all night, clean up, go home

Sunday: get up, go to church to hear Bryce (Seth's brother) speak, go home, be with family

Seth and I slept in this morning. We're tired. I'll have more detailed posts about everything later.

A Conversation

2009-08-17T11:37:00.002-06:00

This occurred yesterday on the way home from church.

Seth: Someday I want to build our own house. . . .

Janette (oh so happily): Aw, yay

S: . . . out of legos.

J: what, NOOO!!!

S: (laughing hysterically to himself) Yes! It'll be awesome! And then, when you get mad at me and you push me, I can just go crashing right through the wall!

J: (moaning) Noooooo........

He just had to pause in the middle of that sentence and raise all my hopes and dreams, only to crush them a few seconds later.

We've been married 3 days.

There's no going back now.

3 More Days

2009-08-11T22:07:00.002-06:00

Seth and I arrived here safely last night after an 11 hour drive. We left an hour and a half after we said we wanted to because of all the last minute cleaning and packing. I'm so glad it's over. Now I just have to worry about

David just came in and asked - no, demanded to be included in this blog entry and as he saw I was writing this he gave me a high five and started to do the wave with his shoulders.

I have an awesome brother.

Anyway, now I just have to worry about UN-packing everything when we get back. And finding a place to put it. Joy.

Every few hours Seth will lean over to me and say "Hey, guess what?" And then I say "what?" even though I know perfectly well what's coming. His response is always, "We're getting married!!!" He may be slightly excited, or he may just be making sure I don't forget about it.
I mean, I know I have a terrible memory, but come on. I can remember that I'm getting married on Friday, he doesn't need to remind me of it 5 or 6 times a day.
He's been doing this since Saturday.

These are the things we did today:
1. Met with our photographer
2. Got my haircut
3. Picked up our marriage license
4. Bought a new belt for Seth
5. Took a nap
6. Went to Costco

Also Seth has read almost all of my brother's entire collection of Captain Underpants books today. He said it was "intellectually stimulating."

Yeah. Right.

A House Update

2009-08-07T15:25:00.010-06:00

Take a look at this.

This is the floor of our mud room.

Seth and I assumed these gold bars were screwed into the floor because of a bad carpeting job and didn't think much about it.

There are other weird things in our house. This one was not at the top of the list.

Until one day when our neighbor Steven kneeled down on the floor beside it and stuck his fingers underneath the bars to reveal....

... A SECRET UNDERGROUND LAIR!!!!!

Yeah. Creepy.

We de-creepified it by adding light bulbs and bug bombing the place. And now that the pipes are fixed and the water heater is turned on, I would like to leave the trap door shut and pretend like there's a bad carpeting job in the mudroom.

In other news, we are almost done with fixing things up in our house.

There were lots of holes to patch.

Seth used paint sticks from Lowe's to fix these holes. I wish I had before pictures, but be assured they were big dark holes. The one in the window sill you could see through to the outside.

I painted them white so they wouldn't look so obviously like a patch job.

And then we spent the next 10 hours cleaning our house.

Yes. I said 10 hours. TEN HOURS. And guess what? We didn't finish. Which is why we came back again today. And cleaned for 4 more hours.

And guess what? We haven't finished. We still have to clean the tub and the mudroom.

So I guess I will get off the computer and get back to work. My poor wrinkly hands...

Saturday, August 1.

2009-08-03T17:35:00.004-06:00

Saturday we went kayaking down the Provo River. It was a couples fest - Seth and I, and his two roommates Jeff and Michael along with their girlfriends all went as a group.

I have to admit I was kind of apprehensive about the whole expedition. Kayaking and Janette do not go together. I could just imagine it - all five of my friends kayaking happily along, while I was a good distance away, floundering with my oar and stuck yet again in some overhanging tree.

Thankfully I was spared from this horrible image becoming real life, as we rented two 2-man kayaks and two 1-man kayaks. Seth and I took a 2-man, and I spent the majority of my time sitting in the front seat lazily trailing my fingers in the water while Seth did all the rowing and steering from the back seat.

I think I got the better end of the deal. Seth thinks he did. We thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.

Unfortunately, our friends are of the rambunctious sort and they spent most of their time splashing us with their oars and switching kayaks in the middle of the river, often falling out.

And unfortunately, we splashed back. Which is when Seth broke his oar.

In half.

And had to pay $50 for it.

Seriously.

The place we rented it from told him to contact the company and see if he could get a new one. If he did he could keep it. So it could work out. Apparently oars are much more expensive than $50. Which I think is perfectly ridiculous.

After the kayaking trip we went to Golden Corral and stuffed ourselves. And while the process was enjoyable, the aftermath was terrible. There were couples strewn over every couch in the living room, all breathing shallowly and trying to touch each other as little as possible in order to lessen the pain.

It was a great day.

Lazy

2009-08-02T12:45:00.003-06:00

I'm sitting in Seth's living room. It's 12:45pm. We have church in 45 minutes. I am completely ready.

Seth just walked out here in his pajamas. He's just woken up. His hair is crazy. He's brushing his teeth.

I love him.

We leave for Arizona one week from tomorrow. We're not ready at all. We still have to:

1. Finish fixing things in our house

2. Clean our house

3. Pack our stuff

4. Move our stuff

5. Clean our old apartments

Oh wells. It'll work out.

Taken from deseretnews.com

2009-07-30T10:44:00.000-06:00

Boy leads officers on a car chase

Published: Wednesday, July 29, 2009 1:07 a.m. MDT

PLAIN CITY, Weber County (AP) — Police here say a 7-year-old boy led officers on a car chase in an effort to avoid going to church.

Dispatchers received reports of a child driving recklessly on Sunday morning. Weber County Sheriff's Capt. Klint Anderson says one witness said the boy drove through a stop sign.

Anderson says two deputies caught up with the boy and tried unsuccessfully to stop the Dodge Intrepid in an area about 45 miles north of Salt Lake City. The car reached 40 mph before the boy stopped in a driveway and ran inside a home.

Anderson says when the boy's father later confronted him, the boy said he didn't want to go to church. The boy is too young to prosecute and no citations were issued, although police did urge the father to make his car keys less accessible to children.

Our House.

2009-07-18T18:31:00.017-06:00

Today you get a lovely photo tour of the house Seth and I are renting for the next ten months.

It is pretty ghetto and therefore pretty cheap. But it's cute and little and quaint (code for "old and small") and we like it.

So here is a picture of the front of the house, which you actually cannot see from the street. It is behind a house in their backyard pretty much. There's a gravel lot and our house and a big barn and you can drive from our side of the street to the other side on a gravel driveway. I'd show you a picture but I do not have one.

The reason that you get a lovely shot of our backsides is that the person who was taking this wanted to get an "action shot" of us scraping paint off the windows. Riveting, isn't it?

The reason we are scraping paint off the windows is that while we do have new carpet, a new shower head, new tiling, and new paint, there's still a little bit more fixing up to do. We've also been re-caulking the windows as there are big gaps between the glass and the wood.

Like I said, ghetto.

This is our living room. I like our pink doors. If you didn't notice, we also have pink windows (on the outside) and a pink roof. Seth really loves it.

And here we have our ginormous space heater, designed to actually heat twice the amount of space in our house! I am lovin' this fact. I hate the cold.

Please also note the giant white patch on the wall. There was a hole. A hole in our wall. Seth thinks possibly from a wood burning stove or fireplace or something. He suggested just placing a picture over the hole in the wall. I vetoed this idea. Hence, the giant white patch.

Here is our bedroom. It is very very tiny. Apparently it actually can fit a King size bed. But only if you don't want any walkway between the sides of the bed and the wall.

Here is our teeny tiny little closet. We tested a hanger in there. The door will close if we angle the hangers as far as they will go.

We're getting some dressers. Plural.

And through that door is our bathroom! It's also very tiny.

That stain will be gone soon, when I clean. The whole house is pretty dirty right now. No one's allowed over to see the true extent of the filthiness until I have thoroughly cleaned everything.

I suddenly started questioning why I'm putting pictures of my filthy house on my blog. I suppose so you can use it as a reference when I put up some "after" pictures.

Here is the kitchen. (That is the front door you see). Please note the tiniest little oven I have ever seen in my life. I hope my pans fit in there.

This room is actually nice and big despite what it may look like in the picture. The cupboards, however, are very tiny, in keeping with the rest of the house.

And here is a little mudroom/backroom/entryway place/random little room in the corner so that the house is a square. Yay more storage space.

The other angle. That is the circuit breaker. Yes, the plate is gone so you can see all the wires behind it.

It's ghetto.

And here is a view of our backyard! Beautiful, isn't it? I'm so excited to look out the kitchen window at this every single day. Please note the sarcasm. That shed thing in the back has chickens. We have chickens in our backyard.

One of the guys living in the other house is supposed to clean up all the debris. We'll see if it happens...

You'd think this would be a smaller post since we have such a tiny house. Huh.

B-Money

2009-07-15T18:54:00.003-06:00

Today B-Money came into Cold Stone.

B-Money is a local Provo celebrity. He's a struggling rap artist trying to make it in the heart of Happy Valley. I've been hearing about him since my freshman year and had yet to meet him.

Until today.

He came into the store with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, which contained merchandise of his that he was trying to sell. They were T-Shirts. Awesome T-Shirts.

On the front were pictures of dollar bills arranged randomly and then on top were big black words " DON'T BE HATIN' "

On the back was a nice long rap lyric. I don't remember it except for the end part, " That's how my homies and honies roll."

He came in and said, "Hello. This is my awesome T-Shirt that I designed. Would you like to buy one?"

I am kicking myself for not getting one on the spot.

Instead I politely declined and he nodded and left.

Watch a video of his famous Provo Rap here.

P. F. Chang's

2009-07-10T17:51:00.002-06:00

After Seth and I went to the zoo I took him out to dinner at P.F. Chang's.

Seth had never been there, which I considered a travesty.

He tried (in vain) to eat with his chopsticks but it was unsuccessful. I'd had enough experience to know to not even try. I could get more food a lot easier using a fork.

We stuffed ourselves and still had leftovers. It was a great meal.

Happy Birthday Seth

2009-07-08T21:31:00.013-06:00

I've been neglecting my poor little blog, as well as my devoted readers. I plan to make amends by posting about multiple things this week.

First, Seth's birthday. He turned 24 last Wednesday, July 1. And although he is older than me in age, he is certainly not more mature than me.

Case in point? In true little boy fashion, he wanted to go to the zoo for the day.

So we packed a picnic and drove out to Salt Lake and spent a glorious day at the zoo.

And I must say, we packed quite the picnic. Sub sandwiches, doritos, grapes, and strawberry shortcakes for dessert.

My favorite animals were the giraffes.

So this picture is really a combination of two of my favorite things, giraffes and sign language.

Seth did not have a favorite animal. I asked him and he listed off half the animals we saw. So we're going with no favorite.

And here is a picture of Seth going crazy at the child-sized lion water fountain. He was quite thirsty. This may have had to do with the fact that we decided to spend the hottest part of the day walking around in the sun. Maybe.

We've decided that the downside of being a couple is that most of our pictures are of one or the other, but never together. So we made someone take this for us.

This is the complete opposite of how I felt that day. Good face though, huh?

This was cool because we got to touch the turtle. I like turtles. So does Seth.

We planned well, as we finished everything just a few minutes before they closed. And to top it all off, Seth got to do this:

He was very giddy about it.

We both had a great time at the zoo.

The End.

(Don't worry, we did more. I'll post about it later.)

I just told Seth he had problems (due to not being able to sit on a couch correctly and getting in my way of typing) and then he muttered under his breath, "just one problem..."

Yeah, he thought that was a pretty good line. Until I reacted violently.

Compliment that was.

2009-06-25T18:32:00.003-06:00

I've been waiting for something non-weddingy to blog about. I have at last come upon it.

Today at work some guy told me "the force seems very strong with you."

I didn't quite know how to respond so I just smiled and nodded in a "oh yeah, I get that all the time" sort of way.

I told Seth about it and he says the appropriate respond would have been, "NERD!"

This is the first time anyone has told me this. I think I'm more proud of it than I should be.

Rings

2009-06-17T19:47:00.006-06:00

After two or three days of ring shopping and many snooty salespeople, we finally found the rings we wanted at a local family store called Losee Jewelers. The couple who own the place are retiring and everything was 50% off.

Yeah, seriously. Score!

Here is my engagement ring.

And here is my wedding band with it. I know a lot of girls are just getting one ring with no additional wedding band but I was aching for that extra band. Good thing we found one I liked that was inexpensive. . .

And here is Seth's ring.

Yes, we took these pictures under the stove light. It was the only place with good enough lighting.

Color Me Mine

2009-06-13T16:19:00.007-06:00

As promised, here are our pictures from Color Me Mine.

My mother made fun of me a lot when I told her that Seth and I were going here for my birthday. Little does she know that Seth is not a typical male and he thoroughly enjoyed painting his cup. I am so lucky!

We also painted a little broken piece of ceramic. I'm going to put a magnet on the back. Our first refrigerator magnet! How precious.

Seth painted his cup castle style, with a stained glass window. It looks so cool.

This is my plate, in honor of my birthday.

I paint my name on everything because I love my name, it is the best name ever.

Oops.

2009-06-10T22:36:00.006-06:00

I believe I already wrote a post about how clumsy and ungraceful I am.

This post is just going to back that one up.

That's cottage cheese all over Seth's floor.

I sort of accidentally dropped the carton and it exploded when it hit the ground.

It was a very sad event because of the loss of both my cottage cheese, and my pride.

Seth found it amusing.

It happened last night.

2009-06-04T19:03:00.004-06:00

I went on my first date with Seth on May 30, 2008. I know because I wrote about it in my journal. I thought you might find what I wrote amusing so I copied some out for you.

"Tonight I went on a date with Seth Winsor, from the ward. I really enjoyed myself. I was rather surprised Seth asked me, I haven't really hung out with him ever. Just had the hi, how are you surface conversations. But I found he is really easy to talk to. . . .

We went to go see Laugh Out Loud, an improv group at BYU. I'd heard they were not very good so I went with low expectations and was pleasantly surprised. And then we went to the Creamery and then we came back to Campus Plaza and watched a movie. And he was sitting so close to me! It was making me uncomfortable, I kept trying to make it so we weren't touching without him realizing it, but I think he did and I felt really dumb. It just seems weird to me, I was sitting there thinking, what if Seth and I were dating, then it would be normal to sit so close.

And then I was like ew, no. Seth and I are only friends. I've never thought of him as anything more, it just seems weird to me. "

I made the mistake of telling Seth about what I wrote. He likes to bring it up quite often. First, how I dreaded our horrible date because I thought Laugh Out Loud wouldn't be good, and second, how I thought he was disgusting because I wrote "ew" when I thought about dating him.

But I guess he won me over in the end because we started dating on August 12, 2008.

"I went on a walk with Seth tonight. ah! We held hands. It was sweaty. And we talked. About us. And I feel weird now. So I guess we decided we are dating. This is weird. We were both just like 'so...what's going on? I don't know. I've never done this before. I guess we are dating now? I guess. I kind of like you, yeah, I kind of like you too, etc, etc.' Honestly, I have no idea how we even got to this point and didn't continue on in our cluelessness."

*singsongy voice* Awkward...

But almost one year exactly from our first date, on my birthday, we decided we wanted to get married.

And almost exactly one year from when we first started dating "officially," we're getting married. It will be on August 14 in the Mesa Arizona Temple. And we are super excited and super happy and I am probably going to be really annoying and stressed for the next couple of months but I cannot wait to be married to Seth. And you know what the best part is?

I get to start a couples blog.

Happy Birthday to Amanda and Me

2009-05-30T13:56:00.005-06:00

My birthday was on Thursday. It was a great day, mostly because of Seth. He:

1. Made me breakfast

2. Gave me a rose

3. Filled my car with balloons

4. Took me out to Tucano's

5. Went to Color-Me-Mine with me

6. Gave me a sunflower

7. Spent all day with me
8. Bought me chips and cottage cheese

We also took a little nap after Tucano's because we'd stuffed ourselves so much that the only energy we could expend was on digestion. So awesome.

Someone also put a Happy Birthday sign up on the door and I've yet to figure out who it is.

Joseph knows and he adamantly refuses to tell me and it is driving me absolutely insane.

I am a very nosy person. I like knowing everything.

I also got a parking ticket! I should have put a little sign on my car. "Today is my birthday. If you would like to give me a parking ticket next week I will gladly accept my responsibilities. If you do it today I will hate you forever. Sincerely, Janette." It's only $10 if I pay it within a certain amount of time so I guess it's not too bad.

Happy Birthday to Amanda too. This is the second year we haven't been together on our birthday. It's still not as good without her, but I suppose Seth did make up for it.

We pick up our creations from Color Me Mine on Monday. I will post pictures of how fantastically creative and awesome they are.

Seth and Janette's Trip to Arizona!

2009-05-27T20:34:00.018-06:00

This is a longer post than I intended it to be.
Don't worry though, the majority of it is pictures. I figured they would be a lot more interesting than a long rambling post about everything we did this weekend.
Let's begin.

We left about 9am Thursday morning and arrived in Arizona around 7:30 to much jubilation and glee. My family sent us to El Rico's, an extremely delicious family-run Mexican restaurant down the street from my house. It was a requirement that we eat there before the weekend was up.

David and I showed him the cows in our backyard. Not so exciting to me, but Seth liked it. He wanted to know if it was my job to slaughter them and get the meat for dinner.
I said no.

Thursday was also Katie and David's last day of school so I got to see them all Friday as well. I abused David a lot this weekend. He told me he would never trade me in for a brother. I think I am quite violent enough for him.
David also roped Seth and I into playing video games with him frequently. I think it may have had to do with the fact that he was bothering us 24/7.

Friday we helped my mother clean out her classroom and then went out to dinner at Logan's Roadhouse. We planned on going swimming but as it was muggy and overcast (it was actually raining when we arrived on Thursday! - Seth was shocked) we decided not to.

For some reason Seth was fascinated by the fact that people just threw their peanut shells on the floor, and that it was acceptable. He wanted to be sneaky and get photographic proof. So, this is not actually a picture of me, but a picture of the floor.

While we were there my brother David made us both read his new book, Diary of a Wimpy Kid. Hilarious book. There is a part in there that says "Shel Silverstein looks more like a burglar or a pirate than a guy who should be writing books for kids." and Seth thought it was SOO funny he made me take a picture of him with it. Yeah... I know, I know. He's weird.

I woke him up Saturday and I took a picture of it for my own amusement.
We went bowling with my brother David but unfortunately forgot the camera. David won thanks to 2 strikes in a row on his last turn. I, of course, beat Seth. I was almost afraid we were going to have a repeat of the last time we went bowling and Seth would come out of nowhere and beat the pants off of me, but thankfully my pride was spared. By at least 20 points.

My family had a barbecue Saturday night. It was an "everyone meet Seth party", disguised as my Birthday party. I love this picture even though both of us look ridiculous. He's very fond of taking pictures of this sort. (the ridiculous kind)

That is my sister Katie being weird. Yeah, Seth fit right in with my family.

I tried to get David to take a picture of us after church in our nice clothes but apparently I picked the worst photographer ever as absolutely none of them turned out. I do like this one though because it looks like the force of Seth's shot is blowing my hair back.

So Seth was fascinated by the cacti. We have tons more pictures of them that he took. We drove out towards the mountains so we could take some pictures like this. Very silly.

We also went and looked at the Mesa temple because Seth had never been there before. There are about 40 shots of this particular one, as the woman who we asked to take it couldn't figure out if the camera was taking it or not. Oh wells. Lots to choose from!

Monday we planned to leave at 10am and we headed out the door around 11:30. This was due to several things, of which me, Seth and my sister Katie are to blame. I really wasn't complaining though. I was not in a hurry to leave my home.
On our way out of town we stopped by In-N-Out. Seth had never been there, thus it was a necessity that we stop here and eat. We both thoroughly enjoyed our food.

He had to take a few more shots of the cacti as we were leaving. Seriously, he loves them.

We got back to Provo on Monday around midnight.

And that was our trip.

Oh.

2009-05-19T19:55:00.003-06:00

Seth always says that I talk to my mom on the phone a lot. I always vehemently deny this.

So. Just now my mom called me to tell me a funny story and find out when I would be arriving in Arizona on Thursday, as Seth and I are driving down for the weekend.
Seth walks in from putting his laundry in the washer and asks who I'm talking to. I respond, "my mom."
He nods, walks over to the TV, and turns on the Nintendo so he can play some Mario.

I guess maybe I do talk to her a lot...

A Useful Fellow

2009-05-17T20:18:00.007-06:00

Seth likes to fix things - he gets immense pleasure from it. He told me he was first attracted to me because I had the word "tools" in my last name. (I gave him a hearty eye roll at this.)

So the left brake light on my car has been broken for quite a few months now. It's been broken before, we had it fixed last year. They told me it might be from a leak as there was water in the tail light. I said ok and promptly forgot about it.
Fast forward to a month or two ago when Seth inspected the back tail light after noticing it didn't work. . It had almost completely filled with water. It was at this point that he became very excited at the prospects of fixing it. (He also suggested several times that instead of fixing it we could buy a goldfish and have it live in my tail light. I said no.)
It took us a few weeks to get back to fixing it (and by us I mean Seth, since my solution would be to take it to Jiffy Lube and have them repair it for lots of money). He unscrewed the tail light, dumped out the water, found that three of the four bulbs had broken, and the water leakage came from a broken latch.
So he fixed the broken latch, cleaned out the inside, went to the store and bought some new light bulbs, and then replaced them.

It was unsuccessful. None of the lights were working now. Seth got more excited. More fixing to do! He opened it up to inspect the wires. They were completely rusted, some to the point of just breaking off. The electricity couldn't flow through it very well. Even better, because now he could use his power tools. He soldered (yes I actually do know what that is) the pieces back together and rewired it.

And it worked. My lights work now. We were both very happy - me because my car got fixed, Seth because he was successful at fixing it.

And that is why I'm dating him.

Dreams Destroyed

2009-05-14T21:20:00.006-06:00

I've always thought I was a very graceful and dignified person.

Then I started hanging out with Joseph, who notices absolutely everything.
Every time I spill things, trip, or have my drink dribble out of my mouth, he points it out with a laugh and a disapproving shake of his head.

His favorite story is when I was eating a piece of pineapple in front of him. I was trying to be fancy and I didn't want to shove the whole thing in my mouth because that would be undignified. So I decided to just take a bite out of it.
Bad Idea. Pineapple is not very conducive to nice little bites. The juice immediately started flowing down my chin and onto the table. Meanwhile I was still trying to gnaw a delicate little bite off the pineapple while Joseph was laughing in my face. In defeat I had to shove the whole thing into my mouth and then try my best to clean up the pineapple juice. All my dreams of being a proper, graceful woman were destroyed. Joseph will now sometimes refer to me as "Pineapple Juice Face." In addition to his habitual laughter in my direction, he is also uncreative.

I told him I was writing about this story and he started to list off all his favorite moments of when I had issues eating my food.
I didn't realize there were so many.

Happy Day

2009-05-05T22:03:00.002-06:00

Tonight I got this e-mail.

Dear Janette:
Congratulations! You have successfully passed all areas of the Written
Exam of Interpreter Certification.

And then I became very giddy.

I am so AWESOME!

Truly Converted.

2009-05-02T18:32:00.005-06:00

I did it. I got him.

I got Seth to eat cottage cheese and chips and now he is in love. He's addicted. It's his new favorite thing.

Not that there was any doubt he would like it. I mean, he eats practically anything. Still, I feel rather victorious for being the one to have introduced this to him.

So now we can eat happily cottage cheese and chips together!
It was meant to be.

Halleluah

2009-04-30T21:40:00.003-06:00

I'M DONE!!!*

And this is what I'm doing.

*with this semester.

Title

2009-04-28T12:50:00.004-06:00

Oh blogging, faithful distraction that you are.

So I realized that I never finished telling you about my fun-filled family weekend.

I suppose that's because there's not much to tell. Uncle Eric and Grandpa were rather quiet at dinner Friday night, thus a stress-free evening for me. The next morning we finished packing up Michelle and drove her and my mom to the airport. Then I got food poisoning. The End.

So as a consolation prize to those who were waiting with bated breath for the rest of my rather boring story, here is a little video the boys made.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_FC5OJAT9Ss

Thwarted.

2009-04-27T15:50:00.003-06:00

Michelle attempted to kill me Saturday night. But I am invincible!

With a show of "generosity," she gave me all her food left in her apartment before she moved out. Innocently I decided to eat some of her parmesan cheese with my pasta before I headed out to spend the evening with Kirsten and Betina. It tasted rather funny but I ignored it, thinking it was just the taste difference between Kraft and the cheapo brand she had.
Three hours into my night out I was thinking a little differently. I had to leave early and run home so I could .... well, you know what happens when you get food poisoning.

So I was throwing up all night. Joy.

I counted, and the amount of sleep I got Saturday and Sunday is equal to the amount of time I was awake. Most of that awake time was spent lying on my bed or my couch anyway. So right now I am trying to get my appetite back. Since Saturday I have had 4 pieces of toast and three bowls of soup. Tonight I will attempt to eat a real meal.

The parmesan cheese has been thrown in the trash. All other food items of Michelles will be given a very thorough look-over before I consider eating from her stash again.

Who's up for a little FFF?

2009-04-24T10:41:00.007-06:00

I feel the need to update because I have been hearing quite a lot this week that people actually read and enjoy my blog. What a surprise! (That's not sarcasm - I really am surprised). Also because I should be working on my twelve page paper and (cue whiny voice) I don' wanna.

Michelle graduates this week. Which means my parents are here. Also, my Grandpa and Uncle are here so they could visit my Grandmother's grave. And they are staying with the family that already lives here.

This means I have been very busy hangin' with all the fam. And I bring Seth along too. And he loves it. . . . At least that's what he tells me. (I suspect this is mostly because every time I've brought him along it's to dinner, or some place that we're eating.) He told me he is afraid of gaining the reputation of a moocher. I think he secretly thinks it would be worth it. . . .

Here's what's been happening so far.
Wednesday Night: Dinner at Brick Oven. (Guess who planned that?) (...For those not in the know-that would be my dad, who I'm convinced would be eating at the Brick Oven every week - maybe more - if he lived in Provo.) Lots of hilarious conversation that Becky advised me to blog about. Unfortunately I don't remember any of it. I do remember Michelle getting up during the middle of dinner so she could hug my father. Yeah, you can't see it but I'm shaking my head at this memory. Oh, Michelle. Where did you come from?
After this Michelle, Seth and I went to pick up my mother at the airport. Michelle and my mother then spent the rest of the night telling Seth stories I have on purpose not told him yet. He had fun. I was grumpy.

Thursday: Today was spent with my mom while my Dad and his family went up to Smithfield. We ate some lunch, wasted some time, and went to Michelle's Commencement. We got to sit behind the speaker on the the benches with no backs. It was a fun two hours for us. (Yeah, this time I'm being sarcastic.) Then we went to dinner at Gabe and Emily's house, where their two sons proceeded to wipe Seth and I out with a nerfgun fight. (Mostly it was me and the two boys against Seth - I aimed for the head. Great fun.) Unfortunately they expected us to have the same amount of energy as them (which I think is actually infinite - it never runs out! Amazing.) and were disappointed that Seth and I mostly just sat on the couch for the rest of the night. Their daughter is the cutest girl I have ever seen. It is ridiculous how cute she was. Just Ridiculous.
Then I came home and fell asleep on Seth's couch instead of working on my paper like I should have.

This morning Michelle and my mom met my father for breakfast at Magleby's. It was delightful conversation. I remember none of it, but I assure you it was delightful. And now I am home so I can "work on my paper." It took me a while to convince Michelle that I'd filled my sisterly quota of support by going to her Commencement yesterday, thus I had no need of attending Convocation this morning. Luckily my argument worked.

Tonight we are going to dinner at Tamaras, where Seth will meet Uncle Eric and Tory. I am afraid.

Yes! Wait, no. Crap.

2009-04-20T20:00:00.002-06:00

Well, after all my complaining and moaning and groaning about cold, gross Utah weather, we've finally had gorgeous, beautiful weather for two whole days.

And I've got allergies like nobody's business.

I think there's a lesson in here somewhere about enjoying what you have and the grass isn't always greener on the other side, but since my head is pounding and my nose is all stuffed up and eyes are itchy and watery and i keep coughing, i'm having a hard time figuring it out. Thinking is difficult for me right now.

So I'm writing a useless blog post instead of working on my research project.

Ahhh my poor aching head...

Oops

2009-04-16T18:39:00.005-06:00

As I write this Seth is eating ice cream out of a cup with a knife. I was going to write something about how odd he is but I really cannot think of anything to say about that.

Work today was very long except for one moment that I found rather amusing.
A boy came in and got some ice cream and as I finished ringing him up he said "Thank You."
I started to say "You're Welcome" and then changed my mind halfway through to say "No Problem."

It came out "You're A Problem."

I don't think he heard me so I quickly ducked into the back so that I could giggle to myself in private.

I don't think I would get any tips if I started saying that to customers.

If I could only remember how glorious Spring Break was...

2009-04-14T17:45:00.008-06:00

...I probably wouldn't be so bitter now.
These are the things I have to do within the next week.

1. Write a paper for my Deaf World Discourse class about Language Policy.
I have to first read the chapter on Language Policy before I can do this.
2. Do a Take-Home Test for my Deaf World Discourse class - minimum is 16 pages.
3. Finish my research and write a research paper for my Deaf World Discourse class - minimum is 7 pages.
(why yes, this class is a killer)
4. Study for and take the written portion of the Interpreter Certification Test. I'm scheduled for Saturday. (!!!!! This one alone is half the amount of stress I am currently experiencing.) If I don't pass it now I will have to wait till June to retake it. Which also happens to be the month they are introducing a whole NEW test.
(Also pushes back my chance of getting an internship this fall.)
5. Finish 2 chapters of Sociology reading so that I can take my last exam.
6. Finish 2 discussion questions for Sociology.
7. Deafness and the Law Lab Assignment
8. Simultaneous Interpreting Lab Assignment
9. Ethics Lab Assignment

Meanwhile, everyone is celebrating BYUs last day of classes by playing video games over at N106, while I sit alone in my apartment doing my homework for school tomorrow.
*sigh* Let the stressing begin...

Random thoughts before class...

2009-04-08T16:41:00.004-06:00

This morning I turned on my camera just to see if it had decided to behave again.
It did! I can see through the viewer.
Then I started to play with the buttons.
It still has some behavioral issues we need to work out...

I've been productive for two straight days. Go me!
This is because I have no easy access to a computer so when I am at school I tend to just do schoolwork instead of facebook/blogging/chatting like I normally like doing.
Also because Seth has had a big project that was due today. We've spent the last two nights in the nerd hole.

I'm cold. I've been cold all day. I suppose it serves me right for not bringing a jacket to school with me, but the weather was so nice yesterday and it looked so nice this morning that I assumed the obvious - it would be nice all day today.
I must have forgotten that I'm dealing with Utah weather. It's became very windy and cool. Also, it is so cold in this school! I forgot that too.

I suppose all that schoolwork I've been doing has pushed everything else out of my brain.

There is a boy sitting a few seats down from me that must be watching something hysterical because he breaks out into wheezes every few minutes. You know what I'm talking about? The wheeze you do when you want to burst out laughing but that would be inappropriate and probably a little weird and then everyone would look at you... but you still can't cover up your laughter all the way. It reminds me when I first started reading Cake Wrecks during school and I did the wheeze every Monday, Wednesday and Friday afternoon for at least a week and a half.

I'd better go to class now. And then I can go home and be warm. . . . ahh blissful warmth. Curse the AC in this school!

Bang!

2009-04-06T20:33:00.010-06:00

Last night Seth gave me a bloody nose. The abuser...

He's probably not going to like that I wrote that so I'd better continue on with my story.

Last night we were playing Bang (it's like a card version of Mafia...very fun) and I was delighted because I usually beat Seth at this game. I've killed him off at least a couple of times.

Except for this time. This time I was dead in three rounds. Thanks to Seth.

In my misery I started to abuse him.

Ok fine fine fine. This is going to be awkward...I started to tickle him as punishment. (His face gets all screwed up in pain and he curls up into a little ball and it's one of the funniest things I've seen, all right? And I do it until he calls truce.)
Except that this time he reached out and punched me in the face for doing it.

Ok fine fine fine. That's not what really happened. What really happened is that I did start to tickle him, and while he was trying to get away from me, he accidentally .... how do i put this . . . . hmmmmmm .....

He headbutted me.

My nose immediately started throbbing and my face got all red and my eyes started watering. I had to run home to get some tissues for the blood.

It was rather embarrassing for me and Seth felt awful for the rest of the night. I didn't use his guilt to my advantage the way I should have. Next time he punches me in the face . . . uhh, what I mean is, next time he accidentally headbutts me because I was abusing him, I most definitely will.

I think I've learned my lesson - next time I will cheat so that Seth doesn't beat me at Bang.

A Random Post.

2009-04-03T15:20:00.004-06:00

Right now I am sitting at a computer on the first floor of the UVU Library and I am trying to write a paper.
I have one paragraph.

My paper is a biography of myself. I'm supposed to write in the third person. Janette feels uncomfortable and awkward writing in the third person. Janette wishes that was not a requirement. You try it. It's weird.

I wanted to write a blog post instead of writing a paper but apparently I am having struggles with writing all around. I have started about fifteen different things to write about and deleted them all.

Mostly I have just been staring out the window at the dark gray clouds and the trees blowing about and sighing. I wish summer was here.

BYU's last day of classes is the 14th. UVU's last day of classes is the 23rd. Which means I will be studying and taking finals while everyone else is celebrating the end of the semester.
That's usually the time when I most regret transferring to UVU.

I also regret it when I'm late and I realize that I have to go outside and scrape snow off my car, making me even later. Or when I'm late because I have to circle around looking for parking. Or when I'm late because of the traffic between Campus Plaza and UVU. That's when I think to myself "If I went to BYU I would not be late."

I do NOT regret it when it is freezing and snowy or rainy outside and I can walk about to all my classes without stepping outside once. (As one of my friends describes this place, It's like an extremely large indoor high school)

I always whisper to myself what I'm about to type before I start typing it. I think I do it quite often and I don't realize it. I'm afraid I just whispered rather loudly and people glanced over.

I think I'd better get back to my homework....

Great. Just Great.

2009-04-01T15:41:00.005-06:00

I did something stupid on Saturday.

I did my wash.
And I checked all the pockets in all of my jeans and my jackets.
Except for one. The jacket I'd worn the day before, on our ward photo scavenger hunt.
And I washed and dried my camera.
And now it's useless.
Actually, it still turns on and the battery still works and the card still works so I can still see all the photos I took on it. And I can take pictures. But only if I want pure black pictures. The lens is messed up. It's just black.
Useless.

On Monday, my laptop died. I was using it (supposedly for homework but really to play tetris) and I stood up to get something and when I came back, it had shut off.
And it hasn't turned on since.
And I have three big papers due in the next few weeks that I have no idea where I'm going to work on. I will be staying at school and borrowing people's computers a lot over the next few weeks.
Useless.
(No worries though, I can get all of my stuff off of the hard drive thanks to my computer genius friends)

AND for the past 3 days my phone has been randomly turning off. I don't know why. I'm praying it also doesn't die on me.

I don't know what I did to upset it, but technology hates me.
It's been a sad week.

(It just occurred to me that you might think this is an April Fool's joke....if only it were. If only.)

Arizona

2009-03-25T16:29:00.010-06:00

So I figured I'd better do a post about my Spring Break to Arizona.
I left on Saturday and spent the next two days with Katie and David before they left to Virginia.
I tried to get a decent picture of them but since Katie is 16 and a teenager and therefore a brat, I was unsuccessful.

She entertains me greatly though so I suppose I will forgive her some day.

The first thing David said to me was "Want to hear my banshee scream?" He then let out an unearthly scream. I thought it was hysterical. Disturbing, yes. But still hysterical.

The rest of the week was spent in blissful laziness with my momma.
We went shopping one day and bought way more than I was planning for. (But everything was majorly on sale and it was all so cute! impossible for me to resist).
My momma is so trendy!

We also went and got pedicures one day. I felt so fancy.

And of course, we went out to eat. El Rico's, Chipotle, and Texas Roadhouse. Yum yum yum.
And now I am back to eating spaghetti and sandwiches every day. Boo hoo hoo.

I also learned that it was gorgeous weather in Utah all week and as soon as I came back it turned cold again. It was supposed to be the opposite. I am very annoyed. (In case you couldn't tell from the numerous posts I have made regarding Utah weather) Joseph told me it was my "frigid heart" that makes Utah cold and I need to leave again. The jerk...

A Violent Post

2009-03-24T22:52:00.008-06:00

This is how I feel about Utah weather.

And this is what I want it to do.

And then I will have this.

And be this.

And life will be grand.

Testing

2009-03-13T16:01:00.004-06:00

Today I got my hearing tested.The girl who was testing me kept making puzzled faces and going "Hmmm....that's interesting."
I was a little concerned.
Apparently my bone conduction is worse than my air conduction, which is actually impossible.
We're hoping it's the machine that's messed up and not me.
The bone conduction thing went on my forehead. See that red mark? Yeah, it was tight fit.
Ouch.
Also I might have mild hearing loss in the lower ranges.
No worries though.
I know sign language.

*Stepping on Soapbox*
I sort of have a thing against the Audiology and Speech Therapy programs. (My program is nowhere near related to it, so don't ask me...) It's good for hearing people, yes. It's very very bad for deaf people.
I mean, the whole point of audiologists is to figure out how much hearing loss you have, correct? If they know you CANNOT hear, why do they then send you to speech therapy so that you can understand and use spoken languages?
It boggles my mind.
And it's a serious problem.
If deaf people aren't allowed access to sign language - the only kind of language they CAN use - their cognitive development slows down, which is HUGE. I mean, it's like trying to grow up using your second language without even having a first language.
And despite their claims, ASL DOES NOT affect English. It's because they're DEAF that they have struggles with a spoken language. duh. If anything, ASL helps a deaf person understand English reading and writing. That's because they can learn it through their own language.
Go ASL!
*Stepping off Soapbox*

Lava!

2009-03-08T11:16:00.003-06:00

This occurred around midnight last night.

A good time was had by all.

A Letter of Complaint

2009-03-06T16:19:00.003-07:00

Dear Utah Weather,

Although I have never expected the best from you, this past week has dropped you to an all-time low.
I really had almost changed my opinion of you with the beautiful spring days you were giving me. And then overnight you dropped a layer of snowfall on me.
That was low.
And then, as if to mock me for my tardiness at work because of the necessity of scraping snow and ice off my car or the fact that I wore my winter coat that morning, you caused the day to be sunshiny-bright and all the snow to be melted within an hour or two of arriving at work. I had to carry my coat out to my car under my arm. It's shameful of you, really, to ridicule me in this way.
It would have been somewhat forgivable though, if that was your only offense.
It wasn't.
This morning you were looking beautiful and so I did not wear a coat. And then you decided to dump snow on me again. I have been freezing all day.
Let's show some class and a little resolution here Utah Weather. Let's stick to one kind of weather for at least a whole day or maybe even a whole week. Let's ease into big weather changes. Let's try it out, at least for a little while. I would really really appreciate the gesture. Thank You.

Your friend,
Janette

Sa-LAD, as Spongebob says...

2009-03-04T16:23:00.008-07:00

This morning, I was sad.

This morning I decided to eat the rest of my salad for lunch. I had on purpose not finished my bag of salad in one sitting (like I normally do) so that I could have one more savory bowlful on a different day.

This morning I decided that today was that day. Whenever I eat salad it is a good day and I decided that today was going to be a good day. And I was going to start it off right by eating my favorite food ever, SALAD. So I pulled out my bag of salad and I put a little Ranch dressing and a little shredded cheese on it. And then I pulled out my fork and started to eat my salad.

This morning when I started to eat my salad I suddenly realized that it was not a delightsome and delicious salad. It was mush. Mushy, old, gross salad. And I could not eat it. It had to be thrown out. And it was a travesty.

This morning, I was sad. And so I consoled myself by going to McDonald's for a Diet Coke.

My other favorite food.

Did you know that the word salad starts to look and sound funny when you say it to yourself over and over again and when you type it over and over again?
It does.

Defeat.

2009-02-23T16:42:00.005-07:00

Bowling: the one sport I can kick Seth's trash in.
Last time we went I got 102, he got a 48.
Yes, that is more than twice his score.

So you can imagine my excitement when our ward decided to go bowling for FHE last night. And then something happened. Something terrible happened. . . . .

Seth BEAT me! Seth, who has never gotten over 100 in bowling in his life, got a 116. AND he beat me by 30 points. THIRTY.

The universe has been turned upside down.
and, now I have absolutely nothing I can beat Seth in. Absolutely. Nothing.

Awesome.

2009-02-18T16:13:00.002-07:00

My sociology class is online and every week the teacher posts a discussion topic that we are required to write a response to and submit it to our online class forum. This way you can see what other people are writing as well.
The other week the assignment was, Tell a joke and then explain why people think it is funny.
This is the joke one classmate sent in.

A father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished to see the bed nicely made up and everything neat and tidy.

Then he saw an envelope propped up prominently on the pillow. It was addressed, "Dad". With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands:

Dear Dad,

It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with you and Mom.

I've been finding real passion with Joan and she is so nice. I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercings, tattoos, her tight motorcycle clothes and because she is so much older than I am but it's not only the passion, Dad, she's pregnant.

Joan says that we are going to be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood, enough for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children.

Joan has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it and trading it with the other people in the commune for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want.

In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Joan can get better; she sure deserves it!

Don't worry Dad, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Someday, I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to know your grandchildren.

Your son, Chad

P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the report card that's in my desk drawer.

I love you! Call when it is safe for me to come home!

I think I enjoyed it so much because it reminded me of how I used to try and get out of trouble with my own father by comparing my grievous actions to all the things I could have done that were much worse. If only I'd thought to write something like this....

Driving Adventures

2009-02-16T15:23:00.003-07:00

It was snowing pretty heavily on Saturday.
Unfortunately Seth and I had errands to run - we had to go pick up some Cold Stone for a friend and then bring it to her in the hospital.
I was driving up State Street very slowly and carefully because I hate driving in the snow with a passion. And that's when this car decided to turn left and pulled right in front of me.
I had to hit my brakes so that I wouldn't drive right into the car. And that's when my own car started sliding all over the road.
My back end started swinging first to the left, then to the right, then to the left again. It did a half turn and it finally slid to a halt in the middle of the lane facing oncoming traffic.

Luckily enough, there was not very much traffic because of the snow and most of the cars behind me were driving slow enough that they could easily go around me. I pulled off to a side road to calm down and reorient my car.
I was cursing the car that pulled in front of me for the rest of the day. Idiot!

As if that were not enough for one car trip, on the way back a large pile of snow fell off a traffic light and launched itself at my front window. It scared the crap out of me.

Definitely never living in Utah after I graduate. EVER.

Week o' Birthdays

2009-02-13T16:29:00.008-07:00

This week my sister Katie's birthday was on the 10th and my brother David's birthday was on the 12th.

Katie turned 16 - aka dating. SCARY!
One of my favorite stories about Katie is a perfect example of how devious she is.
When she was younger she liked to get me and my older sisters in trouble. One time she had spent quite a bit of time bothering Amanda, until she finally had to push Katie away. Not like a terrible push - just enough to get Katie away from her. Katie immediately starts screaming and crying. In rushes our mother, who automatically assumes it's Amanda's fault and begins lecturing her. Then she takes Katie under her arm and gently leads her away from her horrible older sister.
It is at this point that Katie turns her head around just enough so that she can catch Amanda's eye without our mother noticing.
And then she winks.

It took years before we convinced our mother of the truthfulness of this story. Now we know Katie for what she really is - devious. And we love her for it.

David turned 13 - aka teenager. SCARY!
My favorite story about David....probably every conversation I have had with this kid.
When he was younger he used to walk around the house simultaneously making farting noises with his armpit and screeching "Brett" in a southern accent. . . . don't ask me why.
I suppose only those of you who have witnessed this event will find it hilarious, but trust me -it is one of my most treasured memories.
Thanks for putting up with four older sisters David. (You know you love it.) We don't know what we'd do without our brother.

Happy Birthday to my favorite brother and younger sister. I love you.

The Nerd Hole

2009-02-10T21:44:00.004-07:00

So right now I am sitting in the Nerd Hole, with Seth.

What, pray tell, is the Nerd Hole? It's the CAEDM lab in the Clyde Building on BYU Campus. What, pray tell, does CAEDM stand for? No one has any idea. I asked Seth and he said Computer and Engineering Department of Magic. . . . .

I'm going to hazard a guess and say that magic is nowhere in the title.

We're here because Seth has an assignment to do and he needs a program that the computers in here offer. And I wanted to be with him.
And I'm blogging about it simply because I wanted a post entitled "The Nerd Hole."

It is not known university wide as The Nerd Hole, only to Seth and his roommates. That is because this is an engineering lab. Need I say more?

. . . . all right fine.

There are multiple skinny white boys with glasses situated about the room. I see .....3 girls. Including me. There are absolutely no windows. They have a 24 hour clock on the wall so that you are able to tell if it's am or pm. (and Seth said the following with a look of glee on his face, "Janette, there's no curfew here. We can stay here all night. Just partying!" How fortuitous that I had just barely opened up a new post and was able to type it out) There are computers everywhere. You need a code to even get in this place. And only engineers can have the code.

What am I doing in here again? Oh right...Seth.

P.S. I figured it out. And by "I," I mean my friend Joseph. It stands for Computer Aided Engineering Design and Manufacturing

Surprise

2009-02-05T18:32:00.010-07:00

I knew there was a reason I felt like bringing my camera to work today.
If you can't see the writing you can click on the pictures to make them bigger.

So apparently the night shift was bored last night and left little extra additions to the instructions posted everywhere. I found them quite amusing.

And finally, the New Manager Rules, of which I am a fan.

This is posted on the back door that the night shift leaves through.

Ah, the fun of living in Utah!

Creepy Date Ideas: A How-to

2009-02-02T22:50:00.015-07:00

Have nothing to do this weekend? Getting bored of your usual dinner/movie plans? Let me enlighten you with a guide to "creative dating."
Here is your very own Picture Guide on how to make creepy masks!
Idea brought to you courtesy of Seth and Michael, founders of the creative dating genre.

Step 1: Gather your friends. Get all necessary supplies-masking tape, tin foil, and paint.

Step 2: Press foil to face to leave an imprint.
Step 3: Be sure not to suffocate yourself whilst tinfoil molding. Step 2 is actually harder than it looks. Hint - the eyes are especially tricky. Also be sure not to poke your eyeballs too hard whilst tinfoil molding.

Step 4: Cut out eye and mouth holes. Be careful who you let use sharp knives. . . .
Step 5: This is about where your masks will start getting really creepy. Step 6: Carefully cover your tinfoil mold with masking tape. This will help stiffen the mask and make it easy to paint on. It also increases the creepy factor, as it now is closer to your skin color.
Step 7: Paint your mask.
Step 8: If your boyfriend decides to paint on you, let him finish....
Step 9: ....and then get him back. Step 10: Show off your creepy creations to everyone!
This is best done when wearing your mask and in the dark of the night.

New Camera

2009-01-28T00:05:00.015-07:00

So the highlight of this week was getting myself a digital camera. And boy, is it fancy.
It's a Nikon Coolpix S550. And yes, it is a purple one. Possibly one of the major reasons I bought it, besides the fact that it is completely awesome.
Unfortunately, since there hasn't really been anything picture-worthy in the past 2 days, these are the kinds of pictures I'm resigned to taking to play with it:
Oh so happy about my camera!
This is my roommate Kimberly reading us all a bedtime story.

Roommates Kimberly, Lydia and Meagan and that punk Greg that comes over to visit a lot. Roommates Lydia and MeaganThis is me telling Greg Do not take a picture right now you fool.
And we also played around with the video feature.

I am such a great eye roller.

And in closing, I'll leave you with some words of wisdom Seth said the other night and which I happily wrote down so I could come back and read them again and again.
"I think people should scream uncontrollably more often. The world would be a funnier place. Wouldn't it?"

The 20 Million Dollar Lawsuit.

2009-01-23T16:16:00.005-07:00

Apologies for the super long blog posts I've been writing. In reward for your diligence in reading through all of that, here is a nice short one for you.

The other day in my Deafness and the Law class we started discussing the lawsuit against McDonald's with the woman who sued for spilling her hot coffee in her lap. Everyone agreed that this was ridiculous, how did she get so much money for being so clumsy!?!

Because that's not what really happened...

This is what happened. (According to my teacher, who is in fact a lawyer and studied this in law school. But feel free to be skeptical of this story. I don't care. I believe it.) McDonald's got new coffee machines. And these coffee machines boiled the water SO hot that if you pushed the temperature any higher, the water would turn into steam. Why the change? Because the hotter water allowed them to use the filter bags for many more cups of coffee. Less filter bags being used = more money. Only there was a problem. McDonald's didn't change the cups so that they could handle this hot hot water. They still used their styrofoam cups. And these cups would start to disintegrate from the boiling hotness of the water. And sometimes these cups disintegrated completely away. And people would get boiling hot hot water all over their hands. and they would burn. And McDonald's had been paying out money to these people for their injuries. But the cost of getting new cups was still higher than the cost of paying out these people, so they continued to do it.
Until one day, when a woman came through the drive-thru. And she bought a cup of coffee, and then she did what most people do when they are getting stuff from a drive-thru window. She stuck it between her legs. And then it disintegrated away. And she got 3rd-degree burns on her thighs and genital area so badly that she had to get skin grafts. (My whole class flinched backwards and exclaimed "oooo!" simultaneously when my teacher announced this.) And so she sued. and she won 20 million dollars.
And why did she get so much money for it? Because part of that money was to ensure her cooperation with whatever story McDonald's gave to the public. She was not allowed to contradict anything they said.
And as my teacher said, "They villified her in the press and she didn't care because she took her 20 million dollars and she bought an island!"

Yes, she did. She bought an island. An island. How sweet is that?!

Dang it, still a long post. I suppose brevity is not my strong point. It's a great story though ain't it?

Hell, Frozen Over.

2009-01-21T16:44:00.005-07:00

*If the word choice seems a little weird it's because I wrote it Monday and then waited until today to post it. I wanted to include the video at the end and I didn't have it then.*

First let me give you a little background.
These are the kinds of things my boyfriend Seth likes doing: camping, hiking, rock climbing, kayaking and generally outdoorsy things.
These are the kinds of things I like doing: watching t.v. , watching movies, eating, playing on my computer and generally indoorsy things. Especially during the winter.

It was only a matter of time before these two preferences would collide.

So last week he asked me to go on a hike with him and another couple of friends of ours today, since it's a holiday from school, and I agreed.
My first mistake.

This morning when I woke up I realized what a fool I was and I waited for him to come fetch me for our little hike so that I could tell him I was not going.
My second mistake.

Because he was not going to come fetch me. He was still asleep. Even though it was noon. and we had planned to eat lunch on our hike.
This is the point where I started to get really annoyed.

So I wander on over there and wake him up. He then spends the next hour frantically planning our hike and trying to persuade me to come, and I caved.
My third mistake.

So off we go on our hike. Now, of the four of us that went, I am the only one who does not like hiking and/or adventure. If someone was going to suffer on this hike, it would be me. and suffer I did....

We were unable to do the hike they had planned because there was so much snow that they had blocked off the road. Except we did not know this. This is because the boys didn't want to let on that our plans had been ruined since we had already given them so much grief about being unplanned in the first place. I'm not sure why they thought it was a good idea to instead wander off down one of the other paths in hopes that it would be a nice hike...
This path was somewhat beaten down because I think some snowshoers had gone before us. However, I'm pretty sure we were the first to actually hike it in tennis shoes (since everyone else is smart enough to know that you don't go hiking in 2 feet deep snow) My feet were soaked.
And since they didn't know this trail, we didn't know where we were going so we kind of wandered along it for about an hour until we found a little ridge with another trail going through. It was there that we decided to stop and make hot chocolate. They also brought along hot dogs! which we did not cook and eat. because I don't like them. and we (meaning me) wanted to get back.

So, all in all, we were trudging around in the snow for almost 2 hours. and I don't think I cracked a genuine smile once.
It's been a very long afternoon.

Videographic proof:

The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

2009-01-15T22:48:00.006-07:00

Visit to Seth's House
The Good
-Seth!
-his parents were very excited to meet me. very excited.
-getting to meet his family and also some of his friends. not intimidating at all.
-actually getting some time to relax over the break
-Looney Tunes marathon
-his mom busted out the baby books. oh. yes. there were quite a few amusing pictures in there.
-learning how to drive stick shift. well... kind of.
-walking on the Greenway (a little trail through some woods, by a lake, etc. etc. very nice)

The Bad
-having the Greenway built over sewage lines so it did not smell very nice in some places... actually the only place it did smell was where we decided to stop for a while. clearly not a good choice on our part
-Not being able to find his house because g-mail maps were WRONG!
-The cold, oh my sick, it was so cold.
-Seth beating me at Wii bowling, Wii boxing, Wii baseball and Wii tennis. pathetic.
-The Labyrinth. Has anyone ever seen this movie? It is Seth's favorite, and I do not know why. Those tight tight pants of David Bowie's are going to haunt my nightmares.

Amanda's Wedding
The Good
-delicious food. oh the pineapple... oh and the cupcakes.... oh and the ka-bobs.....yum
-getting to see all the people I grew up with in Richmond in one place
-getting a new outfit. i know i know-vain, but i looked so pretty! and so did my sisters.
-Amanda's husband being from North Carolina so I could go see Seth for New Years Eve
-My HILARIOUS grandpa, aunts and uncles
-several cans of diet coke. i went through withdrawals when i left.

The Bad
-SO MANY ENGAGEMENT JOKES!!! People - what part of "The next time you make another crack at me I will cut your tongue out, blend it up, and make you drink it" do you not understand?!? (you see how violent I was getting? It was that. bad.)
-SO MANY TWIN JOKES!!! People - just because Amanda and I look alike does NOT mean that we are exactly the same. I know, shocker. But it's true. really. And I don't care if you're good friends with Amanda and she lets you touch her. You are not allowed to touch me. Got it?
-Freezing cold temperatures + thin jacket and skirt + thousands upon thousands of pictures = unhappy Janette
-SO MANY PICTURES!!! I think we did every arrangement possible at least twice. AT LEAST.
-it is so weird having your twin sister get married.
-That husband of Amanda's can be real annoying when he wants to be. man i'm telling you

The Ugly

Taking Care of Business

2009-01-03T11:28:00.003-07:00

Coming soon: Posts about New Years Eve and Seth's House and Amanda's Wedding

when I have time.

And now for your feature presentation!

Since I am in the habit of using people's full names and their pictures on this site I have decided it would be safer if I made my blog private. If you want to continue reading my oh so thrilling posts please let me know through a comment or by e-mailing me. I'll need your e-mail to do it I believe. Thank You!

New family theme song: Low by Flo Rider. This change has been approved by my father.

Oh, the horror.

2008-12-30T18:58:00.005-07:00

Today I went through a grueling experience I'd hoped to never go through again. I babysat.

The reason for this is because my father oh so generously volunteered me to do it so that he could take the mother out on a little date. and he did so before informing me about it. Thank you father.

There were two 6 month old twins. When we got there my dad handed one twin to me and she then proceeded to pinch all of my arm fat in her chubby little fist over and over again. and boy did she have nails. I knew then that it was going to be a long 4 hours.

Thankfully I had Katie with me, who babysits almost every weekend, compared to my lifetime average of around 4 times. And that was at least 7 years ago. My father laughingly remarked that I looked completely out of my element. Yeah, laugh it up chuckles....you'll be paying for this for months to come.

The reason it was so horrid is that both babies would not. stop. crying. Once one of them started, it would get the other going and vice versa. It didn't matter what we did to try and soothe them. At one point Katie went to make bottles for them and she handed her crying baby to me so that I now had two screaming infants squirming about on my lap. It was then that I knew I would not have children for a very very long time. and hopefully never twins. Parents-I don't know how you did it with Amanda and me.

They were perfectly happy for about the last 20 minutes so that when the mother came home she thought they were darling little angels. Katie and I were exhausted and covered in baby spit and formula. Our clothes are in the washer now.

Never again!

These boots are made for walkin'

2008-12-26T20:47:00.003-07:00

Today I went against all my principles and did what I vowed I would never do.

I bought a pair of boots.

No longer can I silently make fun of those who own boots. No longer can I judge people who wear them around. I have crossed over to the other side. I'm one of them now. Soon I'll get a newsletter.

I couldn't help it though, they were so beautiful! As soon as I laid eyes on them, I knew. We were destined to be together.

Plus they were only $30. That's $70 cheaper than their original price! It was meant to be.

Will you do me a favor?

2008-12-23T22:45:00.006-07:00

Today Amanda Katie David and I headed out to Target for a little Christmas shopping. (correction from David who is reading over my shoulder as I type this - it is not Target, it is Tar-jet) Sitting in the backseat with David, he looked over at me, stretched his leg out and asked me the following question.

D: Hey will you do me a favor? Will you feel my leg? It has muscle.

After looking at him with an expression I hope conveyed the disgust I felt at the thought of feeling up his leg, he then proceeded to take his own hand and squeeze his "muscle" multiple times with a heavenly expression on his face. Then he turned to Amanda in the front seat.

D: Hey Amanda give it a squeeze.
A: No.
D: Come on! I helped you shave your legs.
Me: WHAT?! You helped her shave her legs?
D: NO! I felt her shaved legs.
Me: Ohhhh. Got it.

As I write this now I cannot understand why I accepted that fact so readily. I am still unsure of the circumstances that led to David caressing Amanda's smooth shaved legs.

And now as I write this David is talking out loud to himself - "I cannot remember now if it was Amanda or Mom....I think maybe it was actually mom...."

CREEPY!!!

I talked to Seth tonight and he told me he was worried about me meeting his family over New Years because they are "clinically insane," according to him.

. . . . . I think I will be fine.

Super Happy Fun Crazy Cosmic Brownie Super Adventure

2008-12-15T12:05:00.002-07:00

The boys made another movie for the Ward Talent Show and I got to help a little bit.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LfyVZ2FNmgI

Enjoy.

And now for a little rant

2008-12-08T16:52:00.003-07:00

So today I am studying for my Intro to Anatomy and Human Physiology class, and I come upon this little question.

6. Explain how the goblet cells and ciliated cells in the pseudostratified columnar epithelium lining the trachea and bronchi work together to keep the respiratory passageways clean.

...... WHAT???

This is generally my reaction to all the questions I've read, but this particular one made me want to lay down and cry.

And since I have changed my emphasis, I no longer need this class. It is very hard to find the motivation to at least get a good grade on the final so I don't bring my GPA down. Very. Hard.

Storytime

2008-12-04T21:50:00.003-07:00

The Pickles
This morning I opened my refrigerator to find a jar of pickles sitting on my shelf with a ribbon tied around it. I was rather confused at the unexpected gift since I thoroughly hate pickles. I took it out. I inspected it. I came to the conclusion that it was a cruel joke from my boyfriend Seth, who knows that I hate pickles. He loves them and is always trying to persuade me to eat them. Indignantly I walked over to my roommate Meagan and showed them to her and said Look what Seth left in the fridge for me as a joke! Ridiculous!
Then she looked up at me and said quietly, Umm..... I think those are for me.

And it was then that I suddenly realized that the whole world does not revolve around me.

Time stopped. My whole life came crashing down around me. I sat on the floor and moaned.

Ok, actually I just laughed and said Thank Goodness! and returned the pickles to the fridge.

The old man
Today at work two old men came into the store. One had a cane, the other had a fedora. They were like the perfect old men. The first knew exactly what he wanted, ordered, and then told me to give his friend whatever he wanted, and that it would probably have caramel in it. I said ok.
The second old man stepped up. He decided he wanted kit-kats in his ice cream. and then he paused and said Do you think it would taste all right if you put some caramel in there as well? I shrugged and said Sure, I think it would be just fine.
He then smiled a huge grin and proclaimed, I got a sweet tooth, sweety!!! This was followed by hysterical laughing on his part.

I love my job!

p.s. If you really want to know, the pickles for Meagan were from another roommate since they both share a love of pickles. Also, they were on my side of the fridge and not Meagans. Hence the mistake.

David

2008-11-30T09:34:00.005-07:00

This morning David was trying to convince my mother and me that having a fake mechanical leg was much cooler than having a real leg. He wrapped a belt around his leg and informed us that if you pulled hard enough you could rip it right off. We made him take the belt off.

It signifies that you're tough, he said.

No, my mother replied, it signifies that you're an idiot.

They're coming for me.

2008-11-26T17:41:00.005-07:00

I flew into Arizona last Friday for the Thanksgiving Break.

I have already seen 4 scorpions and been properly horrified by all. The first was discovered by my brother outside the door to the addition. The other three I found today in the span of 15 minutes while I was helping to clean up the yard to prepare for the "celebration" (as Amanda so un-traditionally calls her reception) I was putting some wood into a wheelbarrow to be moved to a different location. And as I picked up the last piece of wood a GIGANTIC scorpion came scurrying out from under it. I screamed. and then started to hyperventilate. I made my mother kill it.

The next I found as I was stacking the wood off in a corner of the yard. I picked up a piece and saw a tiny little scorpion running around on the back of it. I threw the piece of wood on the ground and started hyperventilating. My mother had to kill that one too and I told her I refused to work with the wood pile anymore. So she sent me to hose off the back porch.

As I was hosing off the back porch I looked down and suddenly a scorpion was there. I have no idea where it came from, I think it just popped up out of the pavement. I screamed (again), started hyperventilating(again) and my mother had to kill it for me (again).

It's a curse. They always come for me. One sting was not enough. They must have more.

Pumpkin

2008-11-09T20:07:00.016-07:00

So now that I finally have pictures, I can update for your viewing pleasure.

I must say I was rather excited to be wielding a large knife, despite the face in the picture.
Seth hates pumpkins with a fiery passion. He MADE me pull all the guts out while he sat back and laughed. He got to do the cool part. (ie cutting it with a big knife) Ridiculous. *

This is a representation of about how much I enjoyed reaching my hand inside a pumpkin and pulling out its guts.

Our masterpiece.
A vicious Pacman eating a ghost.

So we decided that we wanted to bake the pumpkin seeds to eat because we'd heard it was delicious. However, we didn't have time that night and so we bagged the seeds along with the guts in a bag to prepare the next day. I made Seth pull the seeds out since I had had my fill of getting gross pumpkin guts all over my hands. I laughed in his face the whole time.
Mmmm. Actually, this is before we baked them. And we burned them a little bit since we are clearly novice pumpkin seed bakers. I ate three and decided that was enough. I think Seth's roommates finished them off. They can be counted on to eat anything I do not want.

*Upon seeing this, he said "That's not completely accurate, is it? . . . . I allowed you to. I gave you the opportunity."
Thanks Seth. Thanks.

Oh my crazy!

2008-11-04T11:50:00.002-07:00

As I was cleaning my room yesterday, I found this little quotation written down on a piece of paper from some time ago. It was said by my roommate Kimberly to my other roommate Lydia.

"Oh you don't even know how tough Janette and I are. We ran into the wall and it started screaming. "

And then after we had finished laughing at this,

"I should have said crying, screaming is just freaky. "

Solid.

Video

2008-10-28T15:51:00.002-06:00

I made a video this weekend.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BlyICpw3yOQ

Guess which one I am.

So, Smith.

2008-10-14T17:39:00.004-06:00

So today at 7 am Michelle and I went to meet Poppa and David for a little breakfast at the Cracker Barrel. It was a delightful morning, and this was mostly due to Michelle's vast amounts of knowledge and her burning desire to share it with us.

Today's topic of conversation was where surnames come from. Apparently you can "run out" of first names, since this is what happened in the medieval days in England. Those tiny little towns simply couldn't make up any more first names! I guess English people only had a few to choose from back then, which led to multiple people with the same name and much confusion in the villages. And thus surnames became a necessity.

"So, like the last name of Smith comes from blacksmith. Only people back then couldn't spell very well. So, Smith. "

You're feeling smarter already, aren't you! and yes. That is an exact quote from Michelle.

So there you have it. Where surnames came from and why. You're welcome.

Just so you know

2008-10-04T01:37:00.006-06:00

Since generally when I speak about my job it is to complain about it, I thought I would dedicate a post as to why I love my job. Just so that I can assure you that I am not completely miserable when I go to work, since I know you have been fretting about that since my last post about Cold Stone.

Reasons why working at Cold Stone is amazing.
1. Free Ice Cream. Everytime I work. A-Mazing.
Actually, what I should say is that my friends and roommates think this is A-Mazing. as they are the ones who get all my free ice creams. It's how I get and keep friends....
Really, I eat plenty of samples at the store to keep me full and satisfied. It is almost ridiculous the amount of samples I take.

2. My co-workers are some of the funniest people I have ever met and as proof, here is a joke they told me the other night:
Why do melons have such good weddings?
Because they can't elope!
HA!

Also today when a Kelly Clarkson song came on, my co-worker Matt pumped his fist in the air and yelled yes! Then he declared his love for Kelly Clarkson to me, and proceeded to sing along with the whole song.

Hilarious, hilarious people.

3. It is always fun to serve ice cream to people that are VERY excited to be getting some. They laugh, they cheer, they can't stop smiling. It is extremely entertaining to watch. Also, these unusually happy people tend to compliment you quite a lot about what a fabulous ice cream mixer you are. It is a great time for the both of us.

4. It allowed me to have the following conversation with my Grandpa Toolson yesterday:
G:Where do you work again?
J: Cold Stone Creamery
G: and what do you do there?
J: I serve ice cream to people
G: Ohh, do you get to eat the ice cream too?
J: Yeah, we get free ice creams every time we work.
G: So how much do you weigh?
J: Ummm...Grandpa I'm pretty sure you are not supposed to ask a woman that.
G: (giggling to himself) OK fine, have you gained weight since working there?
J: What? No.
G: Ok. That's good
J: Yeah thanks Grandpa.
(that was actually a blatant lie to my grandfather, but come on! who asks people that!?)

5. It allows me to see people. Although they may only be visiting me for the free ice creams... still, it's nice to feel loved. Also, it allows me to not work for a few minutes while I chat up my friends.

6. I am a manager. Ultimate power!

In conclusion, I love working at Cold Stone.

Video

2008-09-26T00:19:00.006-06:00

Since my life is not really that exciting, I'm going to write about other, more interesting people that I associate with.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cY6Gngey3vU

So this is a video that my friends spent one afternoon doing. Enjoy.

Victory

2008-09-09T00:28:00.004-06:00

The other week I scared Seth.

He was sitting at his kitchen table with his back to me, headphones in, front door wide open.

Prime scaring conditions.

How could I not take advantage of the situation? So I sneaked in, and with one superb movement, grabbed him and yelled Seth!
He then jumped, oh, I would guess about 3 feet in the air.
And as if that were not entertaining enough, he also dropped his apple slice onto the floor.

Sweet, sweet victory.

Cold Stone Etiquette

2008-08-17T01:09:00.010-06:00

Here's a little advice for all future Cold Stone customers.

1. Our waffle bowls are ONE SIZE and we can put ANY SIZE ice cream into it.
People are always shocked when they receive this information and it takes a minute or two for the news to sink in. They just stand there, chewing on their sample spoons with their mouth wide open, while I look on in disgust.

2. Coming in 2 minutes before we close - is there anything more annoying than this? This is not just specific to Cold Stone Creamery either. This is a universal rule, people.
The thing that baffles me is that everyone agrees that this is the most annoying thing ever, and yet everyone still does it! The world is full of hypocrisy.
To add insult to injury, they then sweetly apologize to you as they're walking in the door with grins on their faces. Now I know, and they know, that this is not really a sincere apology. It is just a way for them to not feel guilty about keeping us from closing the store, and letting them mull over their ice cream choices as long as they want. Jerks. . .
I mean honestly, do you really need ice cream that bad? The correct answer here is no. NO.

3. Don't hand me your sample spoons to throw away. You really think I want to do that? With all your sick nasty saliva covering them....We have a jar sitting right in front of your face - and it's labeled - so it's not that it's hard to find. It's just you are not that smart. Also unhygienic.

4. While we can put four different ice creams into your itty bitty cup, none of them mixed together and all with separate mix-ins for each one, that doesn't necessarily mean that you should....because I will hate you.

5. We don't actually like singing tip songs that much. Shocking, I know. And if you want some public humiliation, AT LEAST put a dollar into the tip jar. Thank you.

This post was made after working almost 40 hours over 4 days. All night shifts.

Rules

2008-08-11T14:52:00.006-06:00

The #1 Rule in my Father's house is: Never drink the last Diet Coke. Otherwise my Father will throw a fit.

The #1 Rule in my Mother's house: Do not take the exercise ball out of her bedroom. She does not want you playing soccer with it (which is generally why it's removed from the bedroom).

You'd think it'd be more practical, but no. My parents have their priorities set.

Good Morning Sunshine

2008-07-28T12:03:00.000-06:00

The other night my roommate Angelica decided to cornrow Jeff's hair, with glorious results.

The following night I went to bed rather late and so I had to crawl into bed in the darkness.
At 8:30 the next morning I woke up to this staring back at me.

Needless to say, I jumped a little bit. Then I started giggling to myself in my half-awake state. I'm very glad my other roommates had already woken up.

I then promptly fell back asleep and forgot what had happened, and so I did the exact same thing a few hours later when I woke up.

So thank you Jeff, for managing to freak me out not once, but twice.
The picture is still there. It makes me laugh every morning.

Janette,
Oh wonderous laughter flows from thee
Tis happy happy as yonder tree
grows up and hits the tow'ring air
'Tis not, 'tis not, but only hair

For this last time or so is thinked
The rows of corn have thus been chinked
By those who Jacks of all trades be
Roommates, roommates, so to thee

Good night, good night, the call of bed
At last a place for the Pomade (r) head
Or she who sees and giggles free
To wake at morn, heart full of glee!

--
Paz,
Jeff

Outer Banks

2008-07-02T12:26:00.002-06:00

I am spending this week with my family in Outer Banks, North Carolina. I thought I would be free from my addiction of getting on the internet since I left my computer at home, but happily my father is obsessed as I am and brought his along.

Last night we went to the Sand Dunes but I refrained from running around on them as I was wearing a skirt and didn't feel like flashing people. I did enjoy watching Katie and David face plant in the sand numerous times. As we were walking back I moved up to walk beside my father. He turned and looked at me and exclaimed in surprise,"You look just like Janette!" and when my only response was a look of incredulity, he suddenly realized that this phenomenon was because I AM Janette.
I need to start visiting him more often. Amanda and I were both incensed.

Today on the beach David wanted to play I Spy with me and this is how it went:
David: I spy something blue.
Me: The ocean.
David: Dang It! I spy something blue.
Me: The sky.
David: Dang It! I spy something tan.
Me: The beach.
David: Dang It! I spy something white.
Me: The sea foam.
David: Dang It! I spy something creepy.
Me: That guy with the blue shorts.
David: Dang It! I spy something blue.
Me: Those blue shorts.
David: Dang It!

Seriously, those blue shorts were like booty shorts. On a GUY. He did have nice legs though, so I suppose I can't fault him for wanting to show them off. Also, he was Italian so my judgments of him were a little less harsh than they might normally have been.
David is not very good at I Spy, while I am fabulous.

Last night I slept for 14 hours. I refuse to ever fly on a red eye AGAIN. I got about a half hour of sleep on the plane, and about a half hour in the car ride to North Carolina. Monday and Tuesday felt like one extremely long day. My family says I was very grouchy when I first got here, but please. I am never grouchy.

Maturity

2008-06-23T13:47:00.000-06:00

This is what happened today when I was hanging out with Abi. We had this g-mail chat sitting across from each other on the couch.

Abigail: oh hey

me: hey giiirl

Sent at 1:24 PM on Monday

me: i don't appreciate your sarcasm with me young lady

Abigail: i am older than you

me: maybe in age

not in maturity

BAM

Abigail: um i dont know about that

i shop at christopher a nd banks

me: poser

Abigail: what?

clearly someone of my maturity would not understand that word

me: says the girl with the purple glue stick

so immature

Abigail: you wanna see immature
me: no

Abigail: really?

yeah

i think you do

me: no

i don't

Sent at 1:45 PM on Monday

She then leaped up and smeared purple glue all over my bare leg and attached a piece of paper with the words "Not as good as Abi" written on it. All in one swift movement. I knew I should have worn jeans today and not a skirt.

me: RIDICULOUS

Sent at 1:47 PM on Monday

Warning

2008-06-23T11:29:00.000-06:00

I have been persuaded to start up a blog again.

I have absolutely no idea what to write about.

I suppose I will just take the time to warn everyone that may read this. I sound ridiculous in a large majority of the posts I make. In real life, I am always eloquent, witty, and well-spoken.

So here's hoping you enjoy the updates on my life...