I'm lying here in bed, wrapped up in my new fuzzy pink blanket, with my rice bag warming my back, and thinking to myself, "Self - what is worse than a headcold?" Ooh. That's tough to beat. I was talking to my boss today about headcolds. I made the following observation: "Migraines I can handle. Stomach flu I can handle. Other types of pain that come once a month I can handle. But headcolds? Forget it. Those knock me down, out, flat on my back, begging for mercy." I can't stand headcolds. I mean, you get all stuffed up to where when you say, "Good Morning, Mom!" it comes out a sorry "Good bornin, bob." Then you blow your nose. A thousand times. And your nose suddenly becomes the reason why Santa's recruiters are on the phone, asking for your availability on Christmas Eve and if you are terrified of heights. Oh, yes. Crying is nothing compared to the redness my nose exhibits when it gets all stuffed up. And then there's the fuzzy head. Not like a Chia Head fuzzy, but you feel like you're floating in a very funny, not quite-so-real cloud of existence. And you know that no one else is. And then your eyes feel like they each have forty-two bricks on them, so it's a struggle just to keep them open every minute of the day. And so you take Nyquil. Or Dayquil. Or Theraflu. Or my Grandma's Indian Tonic juice thing (oh my heavens, it consists of the following: sugar-free apple cider - hot - with tabasco sauce, minced garlic, pepper flakes, paprika, cumin, lemon juice...it burns everything you have in your body, so it should burn out the infected cells. At least that's my Grams' logic). But headcolds are stubborn and never go away in a timely fashion. They hang on and make you have 4 ugly days in a row. Oof.
And so, bloggers - I ask you:
What is worse than a headcold?????
Here are some things I came up with:
1 - The writer's guild strike. I'm sorry. Kiss and make up so that we can get back to our nighttime entertainment routines!
2- Black ice on roads while it's snowing. *shudder*
3- Single's Ward Dating Surveys (see below entry for further horrifying details)
4- Gerard Butler dying in yet another film
5- Getting rejected from all my PhD programs! Don't even go there....
6- Turning 25. Once again, enough said.
7- Having to plan your high school reunions. I'm sorry, but that's just not gonna happen!
8- Having the headcold on a Friday night. When you have to write your admissions essay.
9- Being the last one at work on Friday because you are on hourly pay - and they are not.
10 -Brussell sprouts. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. EW.
11 - Microsoft Word's Autoformatter. DEVIL FEATURE!!!!
K - your turn!
Friday, December 14, 2007
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Other Random Thoughts
See, this is what happens. I don't blog. And then I do. And then I have a gazillion and a half things to say. So let's jump right back in where I left off last night:
--I was forced (yes, forced. I even asked if I would be forced. And the answer was in the affirmative. Grrrrrr) to fill out a Singles Dating Survey created by our Elders Quorum Presidency (I think they lost their brains this past month). In church. Why? Their reason: to build ward unity. The real reason: they want to encourage dating, and so they were/are going to pair people up based on their survey results. To go out with the bishopbric members. Ha. Good luck with me. I was so irritated I filled one out and signed it as the "Disgruntled, Frustrated, Anti-Dating Survey Ward Patron" and addressed it specifically to the makers of the survey. I then was going to fill it out trying to be semi-serious. But I couldn't. The questions did not let me. They included questions such as: "My favorite genera of music is" (and yes, they used that spelling. Obviously they did this written in hieroglyphics and then translated it over because......genera?)...and then the answers were Rascal Flatts, Jessica Simpson, Linkin Park, or something else. COME ON. My favorite "genera" of music is an artist? Try again, kids. My favorite question, though, was "I am preparing for marriage by....1) Learning how to cook. 2) Studying the scriptures 3) Dating 4).....don't remember. GEE WHIZ. I'm preparing for marriage by trying to be the best person I can be and that God wants me to be. Do I need to be doing something else here? Am I crazy? Anyway, the result of me being "serious" on this survey was that I had to write my own answers in, because theirs were just pathetic. Beyond pathetic. Sub-pathetic. And then I got yelled at and then ignored by the EQ First Counselor, because apparently by filling in my own answers, I ruined the survey. Darn. Pity. Crying SHAME. Honestly, though. When did a Single's Ward singlehandedly take it upon themselves to get us hitched with wardies? Hello. You are messing with things you ought not. Feelings could get hurt. It's freakishly insensitive, and COMPLETELY negates the whole chemistry and interest factor. Just because you circle the same answers on a ridiculous quiz does not mean you are a match made in heaven. *Sigh* I've been venting for two weeks and I'm still not over it. I might have to do another blog entry as therapy.--
--I'm decorating our new office building. We're building it right behind our current one and oh boy. I'm the designated design specialist. Have I built something before? No! Not even out of Legos or those log things or anything. But here I am picking out brick colors, roof materials, talking to electrical wiring guys, finding furniture, measuring the architectural drawings, discussing brick layouts on the exterior.... Wow. I knew I should have studied something different in college! I'm just hoping it all turns out pretty and how my boss wants it. That's the big thing!--
--I'm coming down with a cold. This is a recent occurrence, brought on today at about 11:04 am. The head went fuzzy. The nose went stuffy. And tonight is our company Christmas dinner. Joy of all joys.--
--Tucano's. Discovered it. Loved it. Wished I was a guy so that I could tell the cute waiter man that I wanted more garlic parmesean steak, because oh my heavens. GOOD food, that is. But if I were a guy, then he hopefully wouldn't be deemed cute- just the guy who feeds you. Haha. I was never so unhappy at being full. I wanted to keep on eating!!! Next time!!!--
--I had a crisis of character. Well, sort of. So my mom met this guy at BYU - 26, athletic (soccer), dark curly hair, nice guy -- and wanted to set up my reluctant older sister with him, because she thought that he would be her type. My sister was, of course, a little skeptical, and asked why my mother didn't try to set him up with me, because I generally don't care as much. She replied that he was more her type. My mom then asked me what my type was....I drew a blank. Drat! What is my type of guy? I can list off all the guys I wish were real (wait- I HAVE done that) or at least an option for me, but what is my type? For like real guys? Hmmm....suggestions?--
Okay, the time is swiftly approaching where I get to leave work and go home. In other words, it's the best time of day. So, bloggers, I hope this gave you even more mental nonsense to ponder. Until a later date!
--I was forced (yes, forced. I even asked if I would be forced. And the answer was in the affirmative. Grrrrrr) to fill out a Singles Dating Survey created by our Elders Quorum Presidency (I think they lost their brains this past month). In church. Why? Their reason: to build ward unity. The real reason: they want to encourage dating, and so they were/are going to pair people up based on their survey results. To go out with the bishopbric members. Ha. Good luck with me. I was so irritated I filled one out and signed it as the "Disgruntled, Frustrated, Anti-Dating Survey Ward Patron" and addressed it specifically to the makers of the survey. I then was going to fill it out trying to be semi-serious. But I couldn't. The questions did not let me. They included questions such as: "My favorite genera of music is" (and yes, they used that spelling. Obviously they did this written in hieroglyphics and then translated it over because......genera?)...and then the answers were Rascal Flatts, Jessica Simpson, Linkin Park, or something else. COME ON. My favorite "genera" of music is an artist? Try again, kids. My favorite question, though, was "I am preparing for marriage by....1) Learning how to cook. 2) Studying the scriptures 3) Dating 4).....don't remember. GEE WHIZ. I'm preparing for marriage by trying to be the best person I can be and that God wants me to be. Do I need to be doing something else here? Am I crazy? Anyway, the result of me being "serious" on this survey was that I had to write my own answers in, because theirs were just pathetic. Beyond pathetic. Sub-pathetic. And then I got yelled at and then ignored by the EQ First Counselor, because apparently by filling in my own answers, I ruined the survey. Darn. Pity. Crying SHAME. Honestly, though. When did a Single's Ward singlehandedly take it upon themselves to get us hitched with wardies? Hello. You are messing with things you ought not. Feelings could get hurt. It's freakishly insensitive, and COMPLETELY negates the whole chemistry and interest factor. Just because you circle the same answers on a ridiculous quiz does not mean you are a match made in heaven. *Sigh* I've been venting for two weeks and I'm still not over it. I might have to do another blog entry as therapy.--
--I'm decorating our new office building. We're building it right behind our current one and oh boy. I'm the designated design specialist. Have I built something before? No! Not even out of Legos or those log things or anything. But here I am picking out brick colors, roof materials, talking to electrical wiring guys, finding furniture, measuring the architectural drawings, discussing brick layouts on the exterior.... Wow. I knew I should have studied something different in college! I'm just hoping it all turns out pretty and how my boss wants it. That's the big thing!--
--I'm coming down with a cold. This is a recent occurrence, brought on today at about 11:04 am. The head went fuzzy. The nose went stuffy. And tonight is our company Christmas dinner. Joy of all joys.--
--Tucano's. Discovered it. Loved it. Wished I was a guy so that I could tell the cute waiter man that I wanted more garlic parmesean steak, because oh my heavens. GOOD food, that is. But if I were a guy, then he hopefully wouldn't be deemed cute- just the guy who feeds you. Haha. I was never so unhappy at being full. I wanted to keep on eating!!! Next time!!!--
--I had a crisis of character. Well, sort of. So my mom met this guy at BYU - 26, athletic (soccer), dark curly hair, nice guy -- and wanted to set up my reluctant older sister with him, because she thought that he would be her type. My sister was, of course, a little skeptical, and asked why my mother didn't try to set him up with me, because I generally don't care as much. She replied that he was more her type. My mom then asked me what my type was....I drew a blank. Drat! What is my type of guy? I can list off all the guys I wish were real (wait- I HAVE done that) or at least an option for me, but what is my type? For like real guys? Hmmm....suggestions?--
Okay, the time is swiftly approaching where I get to leave work and go home. In other words, it's the best time of day. So, bloggers, I hope this gave you even more mental nonsense to ponder. Until a later date!
Shamefully Late Entry
Okay, most of you probably have stopped checking my blog, because......well..........life has happened since that last blog. Nothing major. Just life. To the point where at night, I think to myself - blog? or sleep? And you can guess which option won out every time. And so, after receiving numerous, uh, suggestions (that's putting it nicely), I will post SOMETHING until I can do a proper blog, just so that when you do check in with my wacky world of weirdness, you aren't confronted with my face everytime.
So, let's recap the last six weeks or so - (more in depth analyses to follow)
--I turned 25. Enough said.--
--I distributed all my application materials to professors and paid extraordinary amounts of money to be able to get the priviledge of having schools consider me as a possible applicant. Not fun for the check book.--
--I narrowed my schools down to the following choices: (arranged in order of wishful thinking of I will get accepted)
1- University of Arizona
2- York University
3- Penn State
4- University of Wisconsin-Madison
5- University of Utah
No, no BYU on that list. I've been there, done that, and moved on. So it's on to different states (or even countries!) this time. Wahoo! I've been singing the song "Defying Gravity" from Wicked to give me courage, particularly the part where Elphaba sings - "And nobody in all of Oz, no wizard that there is or was is ever gonna bring me down." It's my mantra these days. --
--I discovered the Wicked soundtrack. Oh fun. Serious fun. I love good musicals and this one is swiftly becoming a favorite. Now if it would only get to Salt Lake City in a timely fashion! Until then, you can find me Mondays-Fridays 7:30-7:53 in the morning and 5:00-5:24 in the afternoons jamming to Elphaba and Co. on my way to and from work.--
--I saw Ryan Shupe and the Rubberband perform live and up close and personal. Can I just say they rock? The devil can take me down to Georgia anytime he wants, as long as they fiddle down there with me.--
--I'm singing in two Christmas choirs. Not of my own free will. More of an obligation. With your mother putting the stake choir together and your ward choir begging people every Sunday, I gave into the moral obligatory pressure and accepted my fate to be a minstral this holiday season.--
--I sang the words "We can be together forever someday" five times, while holding the hand of the person next to me. Sadly, it wasn't Gregory Smith or Dean, but, until they become real and want to date me, HRH will do just fine. She knows what I'm talking about.--
--I've seen Enchanted 3 times. Okay, how sad is it that I get my kicks out of a Princess story? And just wish that just ONE of those guys would somehow stumble across my path. But, such is life, and so I'll just continue singing my own version of "I've been waiting for a true love's....."--
--I bought a pair of red ballet flats. Can I just say how empowering red shoes can make a female feel? Honestly, I should buy five more pair! Especially now that I have a red pea coat to match them!--
--I drove down to St. George with two ex-Elder friends to see an ex-Hermana get married. Wow. That was weird. Her being all married-like with a guy, and me in a car with two 21 year olds for six hours in a twelve-hour period. AUGH!!!!!!!!! But I did make record time. Wonder why....--
--I saw "El Regalo de Navidad" - the Latino Christmas program in the Salt Lake tabernacle. Wicked awesome having everyone speak Spanish. Couldn't understand anything in the music, but, it was the ambiance that made it special. But then we had to drive home in a blizzard. Not so fun. I've decided snow freaks me out when it sticks to the road and makes my car have a mind of its own. Nope, I like it when it stays on the grass and trees. Too bad you can't program snow. Hmmmmmmmmm..........--
Okay, I'm getting the fuzzy head feeling, so, I will go into detail about some of these things, but suffice it to say, I'm alive. Well-ish. And trying to move my life forward, via college apps, red shoes, and "Wicked" good music. Till then, bloggers, take care!
So, let's recap the last six weeks or so - (more in depth analyses to follow)
--I turned 25. Enough said.--
--I distributed all my application materials to professors and paid extraordinary amounts of money to be able to get the priviledge of having schools consider me as a possible applicant. Not fun for the check book.--
--I narrowed my schools down to the following choices: (arranged in order of wishful thinking of I will get accepted)
1- University of Arizona
2- York University
3- Penn State
4- University of Wisconsin-Madison
5- University of Utah
No, no BYU on that list. I've been there, done that, and moved on. So it's on to different states (or even countries!) this time. Wahoo! I've been singing the song "Defying Gravity" from Wicked to give me courage, particularly the part where Elphaba sings - "And nobody in all of Oz, no wizard that there is or was is ever gonna bring me down." It's my mantra these days. --
--I discovered the Wicked soundtrack. Oh fun. Serious fun. I love good musicals and this one is swiftly becoming a favorite. Now if it would only get to Salt Lake City in a timely fashion! Until then, you can find me Mondays-Fridays 7:30-7:53 in the morning and 5:00-5:24 in the afternoons jamming to Elphaba and Co. on my way to and from work.--
--I saw Ryan Shupe and the Rubberband perform live and up close and personal. Can I just say they rock? The devil can take me down to Georgia anytime he wants, as long as they fiddle down there with me.--
--I'm singing in two Christmas choirs. Not of my own free will. More of an obligation. With your mother putting the stake choir together and your ward choir begging people every Sunday, I gave into the moral obligatory pressure and accepted my fate to be a minstral this holiday season.--
--I sang the words "We can be together forever someday" five times, while holding the hand of the person next to me. Sadly, it wasn't Gregory Smith or Dean, but, until they become real and want to date me, HRH will do just fine. She knows what I'm talking about.--
--I've seen Enchanted 3 times. Okay, how sad is it that I get my kicks out of a Princess story? And just wish that just ONE of those guys would somehow stumble across my path. But, such is life, and so I'll just continue singing my own version of "I've been waiting for a true love's....."--
--I bought a pair of red ballet flats. Can I just say how empowering red shoes can make a female feel? Honestly, I should buy five more pair! Especially now that I have a red pea coat to match them!--
--I drove down to St. George with two ex-Elder friends to see an ex-Hermana get married. Wow. That was weird. Her being all married-like with a guy, and me in a car with two 21 year olds for six hours in a twelve-hour period. AUGH!!!!!!!!! But I did make record time. Wonder why....--
--I saw "El Regalo de Navidad" - the Latino Christmas program in the Salt Lake tabernacle. Wicked awesome having everyone speak Spanish. Couldn't understand anything in the music, but, it was the ambiance that made it special. But then we had to drive home in a blizzard. Not so fun. I've decided snow freaks me out when it sticks to the road and makes my car have a mind of its own. Nope, I like it when it stays on the grass and trees. Too bad you can't program snow. Hmmmmmmmmm..........--
Okay, I'm getting the fuzzy head feeling, so, I will go into detail about some of these things, but suffice it to say, I'm alive. Well-ish. And trying to move my life forward, via college apps, red shoes, and "Wicked" good music. Till then, bloggers, take care!
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