Monday, October 29, 2007
Hub has been sick now for like 17 years (or 1 week, whatever). I really start to question my potential mothering skills when he gets sick because after about 2 days it seems like I lose all sympathy. Here's Hub, lying on the couch in a nest of used kleenex, red rings around his nasal passages, his dried lips rubbing together as he wheezes out a reqest for a glass of water.
And here's me, rolling my eyes and muttering under my breath that it's all in his head and that 4 days is way too long to be sick and I secretly think he's faking it even though I know he's not. Something is wrong with me. I should be healing him with my love and glorious caretaking skills, er, or...whatever.
I'm really making an effort this time around though, to be caring and loving. Mostly because I'm afraid it will come back to bite me in the hiney when I get sick and no one will want to take care of me, and that would really suck. Who would go to the store and buy me treats and rent me movies?? I'm all about the give and receive relationships. I should probably work on that too, the whole giving without the expectation of receiving. Sheesh. I promise my mom really did do a good job when she raised me. It's just that this is my blog and I can say what I want and sometimes this stuff comes out. Like a volcano of uselessness, remember?
I have to get my costume together for Wednesday's Halloween work party. Because nothing is cooler than a bunch of adults acting like they really enjoy typing up their expense reports while wearing a costume. Really people, I'd rather be wearing my sweatpants. Maybe I should go as Weekend Kalli, kind of like Weekend Barbie, if they made a Weekend Barbie. I'd wear sweatpants and no bra and forget to fix my hair that day. Sexy time!
We do have high stakes where I work, first prize for most awesomest costume is $1500 smackers. Hub thinks I should go as a pyramid scheme (given the type of company I work for), I'm not exactly sure how to pull that off though. I personally liked Rochelle's idea of going as polygamists, see it here. Because we're Mormon, and dressing up like polygamists is funny. Because we used to be polygamists. Get it?
Send me your ideas. They need to be simple though, because remember I'm craft retarded.
And now I'm off to get a life. Or go to bed. Sweet.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Sometimes it's okay to be lazy. Like this:
Just so you know, I used to go to this gym. It's in Point Loma, CA and I was a regular during my SD days. And yes Alanis, it is indeed ironic. The escalators I mean. I could never make myself take them no matter how sore I was, but it was pretty funny to give dirty looks to the people who did. Because obviously I was so much better than them.
Convention is over and I survived, though it was touch and go toward the end. There were a few people who narrowly escaped with their lives, as I was seriously contemplating how it would feel to spend the rest of my life in jail for the multiple homicides I was about to commit. There's a lot of excessive use of the color orange (orange silk shirts, orange beards, orange hair, orange pants...), some lady got a hold of a bedazzle machine and bedazzled everything she could find including her hat, jacket, pants, and purse, and she wasn't the only one, bless their bedazzled hearts.
But it's over. Hallelujah it's over. Back to my non-bedazzled world tomorrow. Today I will just enjoy being lazy.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
long days and late hours is all I have to say
I got home at 10:30 pm tonight, thanks to a flat tire and my inability to figure out how to get my spare out from it's snug spot up under the rear of my SUV. And after I assured my dear hub that I was just fine and told him I didn't need help and I could do it all by myself, I had to call and tell him that I WAS WRONG, and I needed a good rescuing. And rescue he did.
What a gem.
All I needed was a freakin' flashlight and I would have been able to do it on my own... Note to self: keep flashlight in car for next time.
And now I'm tired. And my feet hurt. And I am ready to slip into the sweet embrace of my high thread count sheets. Only 2 days of convention left...
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
luckily, we avoided that with today's visit
and I don't look asian
which is good because the only people that look good asian...
are asians, yes?
especially with my blackberry
since I forgot the cord to my camera at work
and I haven't been there in like 5 days
(that's another good thing about today, no office AGAIN!)
Here's what's gracing my kitchen table
So let's recap:
picture taking skills: sort of good
***and if you get a sec, swing on over to Laura's spot (here) and wish her a happy birthday!!**
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LAURA!!!
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Cori is sending me something in the mail, and I'm excited.
If you don't know this about me, you should: I love, love, love getting things in the mail. Especially if it's not a bill. Cards, catalogs, packages especially. Amazon and I have a very special relationship for this very reason. So in advance, thanks Cori, you will have made my day.
Did you guys hear about this: a middle school in Portland, Maine is now providing birth control pills at the school health center (they already provide condoms and have since 2000), I repeat, a middle school. When I was in 7th grade all I could think about was how awkward I was. I guarantee relations of that kind were just about the farthest thing from my mind, though there were a few kids in my class who thought otherwise. However, by the time we got through high school and reached graduation those numbers had increased dramatically, something like 9 out of my graduating class of 37 were parents (or were well on their way to being parents, it was Wyoming people). It seems like most of the girls in my class were on the pill and got pregnant anyway. Huh?
Here is my question: Is this school doing the right thing, or are they just throwing fuel on the fire? Is it time to accept this sort of thing as something we have to adapt to, or do we keep fighting to keep our kids from abstaining in the first place.
Read the article HERE, and tell me what you think.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
He paid me back for making him a soprano by keeping me up all night
poor poor Kalli
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Today we had the pleasure of hearing from one of our regulars. This dear sister let us know how her dog was doing and took the time to thank her veterinarian for his good care. She kept us updated on their family struggles, including a wayward step-son who apparently is "VERY disrespectful" (let's hope he wasn't in the congregation) . She told us all about the problems she's had with her uterus. Hearing the word "uterus" from the pulpit made my day. If only she'd thrown in "fallopian tube" I would have been set for a week.
It was the kind of testimony that makes you cringe and wiggle around uncomfortably. The kind that makes you wish you had a giant hook to clothsline them off the stand. The kind of testimony you find yourself laughing at uncontrollably (don't worry, we were keeping a low profile in the back row), laughing to the point where the 2nd counselor in your bishopric notices and finds you later to say "you were doing what I was thinking". It was awesome.
Almost as awesome as the time Hub bet me to see if I would say "meow" in my talk.
"meow... brothers and sisters"
Man I love being Mormon.
Friday, October 12, 2007
I'm not quite sure of the exact number consumed by myself, but it was plenty.
I had to stop after the children started complaining since there were no scones left on the table for them, and when my pants wouldn't button anymore, that's always a good "stop now" sign.
Tonight we're going to Buca di Peppo's with the inlaws. I am excited for the bounteous overeating that will commence. In fact, I'm currently in the process of mentally and physically preparing myself for the occasion. This involves visualization excercises and stomach calisthenics (contract, expand, contract, expand).
Ken and Carol raised a good boy. I was feeling a little agitation as I attended last night's family event solo due to the fact that he stayed late at work. I was bummed to be honest, drowning my sorrows in scone after scone and feeling sorry for myself. But dear Hub, he finished up his work as fast as he could and drove all the way out there, bearing a gift to boot!
I love him.
Happy, Happy Friday my friends!!
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Obvious reason: Thursday night t.v. hEllo
all. night. or until i feel sick, either way
Right now I'm sitting here at my desk, finishing up some busy work, setting appointments and whatnot
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
I especially like it when I get good surprises. I will say this right now though, I am not an easy person to surprise thanks to my naturally nosy (we'll say inquisitive) nature, and my overpowering need to control everything and everyone around me (this makes me sound crazy, I'm not, well, maybe I am a little crazy, oh well). Poor Hub, he couldn't even keep it a secret from me the day he went down and asked my parents if he could marry me. I practically beat it out of him until he spilled the details. He redeemed himself with the actual proposal though. Good one Hub, I was indeed surprised.
Anyway, back to the point. Last year I really wanted these boots that I had been coveting for ages (my beloved ugg boots), and poor Hub, bless his heart, he really did try to find them for me. All of Utah was sold out and it seemed so was all of the world, there was nary an ugg to be found, not the kind I wanted anyway... Who knew ugly sheepskin boots could be so popular? Long story short, I got a kitchenaid instead and bought the ugg boots for myself for Christmas (sometimes you just have to take matters into your own hands).
This year I am at a loss as to what gift I would like to receive (wow that sounds selfish). No major clothing item stands out in my mind and I am all stocked up on ugg boots. I pretty much have everything and anything I ever wanted! How do you shop for that? I honestly feel bad for my family and loved ones. Seriously people, don't get me anything because apparently I already bought it for myself.
I did find these lovely frocks:
Monday, October 8, 2007
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Friday, October 5, 2007
Thursday, October 4, 2007
wait, 3:32, apparently it took me a whole minute to write that sentance.
I have good news:
I went to the gym last night and was running intervals on the treadmill (I know, SO extreme, except my intervals consist of me running really hard for 1 or 2 minutes and then slowing down to WALK. I'm 93.4% sure real, dedicated runners run the whole time). Anywho: after I was done I threw up, not really but I wanted to, and sat down and rode the stationary bike to catch my breath. Whilst pedaling along, this older gentleman came up to me and said:
"how long you been on that treadmill"
hardcore workout me: "eh, not so long, maybe 20-30 min"
OG: "wow, you were really booking it"
hardcore workout me (in an obviously pleased voice): "oh no, I just like to run sprints sometimes" (really don't "like" to do it very much at all)
OG: "well it looked hard. I just had my hip replaced 6 months ago, I wish I could still do that"
hardcore workout me: "um, ouch, and thanks?"
At that point OG walked away and I started pedaling faster in the hopes that by doing so I could avoid my own hip replacement. And then I started to feel grateful that I had a body capable of running sprints and lifting weights and all other fitness related activities. I felt so grateful in fact, that I even woke up this morning and went to pump class at 6 am.
and then I also ate 2 pieces of cake today at lunch
*it's now 3:45. 1 hr 15 min till freedom