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29 September 2008

a monday afternoon poem

yeah, so i'm pregnant.

and i feel like crap.

the end.

19 September 2008

my quirks

Ok, so I have way more than just six...

1. I collect things. Like mis-tint paints. Every time we walk into a hardware store I am drawn to them and ultimately leave with at least one (same with the paint chips).

2. I could look at Russian men all day long. Well, most of them. The other day I found a picture of Putin in a magazine and asked my sister "Isn't he ridiculously good-looking?" And of course she told me heck no and I was weird. I think it's the cheekbones.

3. I have to have LIGHT, especially if I'm working on something- hence the 5 lamps on my desk. If I had my way, I would have glass walls in my house and halogen lights in every room for when the sun went down.

4. Once I start something, I can't stop. Like books or quilts or whatever project I happen to be working on- I get it done in as short a time as possible, ignoring everything else happening or need to happen.

5. I am constantly rearranging the furniture in my house. I am never content to just leave it be. And it usually happens between the hours of 7 and 11pm- those are my inspiration hours.

6. I HAVE to sleep with a blanket or something on me. I just can't sleep laying somewhere, I have to have something over me, I don't know why.

And I tag Molly, Emile, Kristie, Jessica, Rachel, and Angelica (you're supposed to list your six quirks and tag 6 people too)

14 September 2008

fish are friends, not food.

Well, our friend Rex is dead. So sad. The worst part is, I WATCHED HIM DIE. That sounds very sadistic of me, but what happened is I went to feed him yesterday and he was acting strangely. Flopping around and breathing heavily close to the surface of the water. So I yell to Rob (his family owns a fish store after all)
"Come here, the fish is acting weird." So he comes and he looks and says "I think he's dead." And I'm like "No, he was just flopping around a second ago, that's why I called you in here." And Rob is like "I think he's dead."
I still didn't believe him, and he left and after a couple of minutes I realize the fish really is dead and I witnessed his last moments in life. Oh well.

On a different note, Emily came to visit and no she is not a fish nor is she food, she is my best friend. We have been friends since we were about seven- that never sounded impressive to me before, but now that we are 23 it does. We don't get to see each other as much anymore because I live in NC now and she still lives in VA when she's not out at BYU-Idaho or on a mission, so we had a good time. We had a couple of catching-up conversations-good food eating-more talking-movie watching-trying on jeans-hair-cutting days. It was nice. But she had to go home yesterday and now I miss her. I can't wait until we see each other again! (Hopefully soon)
Emily and I

10 September 2008

elder rambo is a ninja

(if you look closely you can see the frisbee covering elder gardiner's eyes [the guy with the blue shirt].)
we had fun.