the abc's

I got tagged. Enjoy useless information about me:

A: Attached or single: single... gosh don't rub it in

B: Best Friend: Betsy and Arron

C: Cake or Pie: Chocolate Cream Pie takes the cake, although I do like to indulge in a little cherry pie every now and then.

D: Day of Choice: Sunday. I never have to work and typically hang out with friends at night with good food and great card games.

E: Essential Item: my Mac. Sadly I'm on it all day, even after work.

F: Favorite Color: Red. I know, I'm a Cougar, but red is just so cute. I'm also a huge fan of green.

G: Gummi Bears or Worms: bears. Better yet, CHOCOLATE covered cinnamon bears. They are heaven.

H: Hometown: Portland

I: Indulgence(s): a hot bath with a good book, Pee Wee's playhouse, Apple Beer and cookies.

J: January or July: July. I hate shoveling inches of snow off my driveway every day in January. On the flip side, I love driving with my windows down in sunny July.

K: Kids: seriously? I'll claim dad as my kid. And probably Betsy and Andrew too.

L: Life is incomplete without: the fam

M: Marriage Date: keep rubbing it in. Eventually, I hope.

N: Number of Siblings: 3 ... two sisters and a brother

O: Oranges or Apples: oranges, especially the little baby ones. So cute. I just hate peeling them.

P: Phobias or Fears: I'm afraid of bad guys breaking into my house. If I'm in the house alone, I notice every little sound.

Q: Quote(s): “It's amazing that the amount of news that happens in the world every day always just exactly fits the newspaper.” Jerry Seinfeld

R: Reason To Smile: the writer's strike is almost over, and the Office and Grey's will FINALLY be back on TV.

S: Season: Summer. I typically take a lot of trips and love the sun.

T: Tag Six: I kindly refuse to tag, since most people I know have already been tagged

U: Unknown Fact About Me: Like Betsy, I'm pretty much an open book so I don't know what to say here. Oh I used to lie to everyone growing up and said that a shark bit me while surfing in California. That's how I explained the big ugly scar on my right leg. In high school I finally fessed up and said that really I slammed into a sliding glass door.

V: Vegetarian or Oppressor of Animal: I oppress animals. And like it.

W: Worst Habit: biting my nails

X: X-Rays or Ultrasounds: I think ultra-sounds might be cool, but since I've never had one and I've had tons of X-rays, I go for X RAY! Better yet, can I pick MRI?

Y: Your Favorite Food: Mexican

Z: Zodiac: Virgo

those lips

I'm a winner. Yes, really.

I won the "name those lips" contest at the ward valentine's day dinner tonight. I correctly identified ten different sets of lips of guys in my ward. The prize? A $15 gift certificate. Awesome.

So, in honor of my big win, I present my own lip contest. Name these family lips.

so who did you pick?

While voting Tuesday, a crazy thought came to my mind.

Those fancy electronic voting machines should put up pictures of the candidates instead of names. It could change the outcome of the election.

*** UPDATE: here is the Mitt picture I originally wanted to put up, but my Mitt-loving mother and sister banned me from doing so.









Do tell, who would YOU vote for (judging ONLY by pictures)?

super duper

Tomorrow is SUPER DUPER TUESDAY. Voters in 24 states can chime in on the future of our country tomorrow. So get off your lazy butt and head to the polls!

r.i.p

Rest in peace, Harley girl.



We had to put Harley down Saturday night. Now, Harley technically isn't my dog. But since I've sorta been adopted by Debi and Gary, Harley therefore is mine.

I lived with Debi and Gary in Spanish Fork one summer when Harley was just a pup. That was back in 2003. Since then she has never forgotten me. Even if we'd spent months apart she acted like I'd only been gone a few days. Every time I walked in to the house, she was so excited to see me, and immediately wanted to play.

Harley was such a good-natured dog. She was so sweet and kind, and even let the little kids poke and prod her without fighting back. She was loyal, obedient, and a nice pillow to lay on.



She was too young to die, but her health had failed her most of her life. We just couldn't bear watch her suffer any more. Being in that room with her when they put her down was one of the hardest things I've ever had to see.

I love you Harley girl.

burnin' down the house

I was just trying to follow doctor's orders.

The doc told me to heat up a rice bag and put it on my eye every hour. Sounds simple. So I put the bag in the microwave in our basement, then ran upstairs to grab something. Apparently the timer was on for a lot longer than I thought, because when I got downstairs smoke was pouring out of the microwave.

I managed to run the thing outside, and tossed the burned rice bag into the trash. But the smoke didn't want to leave.

I now have every window and door open in the house, and have a fan running. I'm considering a run to the grocery store to buy some Febreeze. I already took a shower and started washing all clothes and blankets that came in contact with the smoke.

This sucks.

Any ideas on how to get this nasty smell out of my basement?

going to the doctor

I woke up this morning, and it's worse.