Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Overall, I'd say two thumbs up, one thumb down.
The dreaded dentist appointment was yesterday. It was about as comfortable as having four teeth drilled out of your head could possibly be. Srsly. I had a blanket, ear phones playing Norah Jones, sunglasses, a memory foam pillow, and copious drugs during the procedure. The aftermath has been what’s killing me – who cares about having the actual work done? My face and jaw STILL hurt. And I can’t open my mouth all the way. Apparently the old fillings the dentist replaced were worse than he’d originally thought, so he let me know ahead of time that I’d probably have pain. And I do. Really bad. Jon did such a good job taking care of me, though, and I really am grateful that I was able to get this work done. Thanks to dental insurance it only cost just over $100 bucks to get my entire mouth fixed. And the office I’ve been seeing has been great. The dentist even called from his home last night to see how I was holding up and to say I’d done a great job, which made the five-year-old inside me beam. And Jon stole me a Kern’s mango juice from the mini-fridge, so you can imagine that I’m looking forward to THAT. But I can hardly eat anything – Jon made me Jello and mashed potatoes for dinner last night. I had yogue and some soup for lunch today. At least I came into work, so I must not be too bad off. Just sore. Plus, the molars he worked on are all ground down and flat now, so that’s pretty weird. Getting used to it. Gumming my food. And I sound like I have Bell’s Palsy when I talk. Other than that, things went well, thanks for asking.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
mishmash
WARNING – this post jumps around a lot.
To begin, I’ve been made aware that BYU-Idaho has removed all Naked Juice products from their bookstore. Why? Because it’s called Naked Juice. (WOW.) I guess at this point, all you can really do is shake your head and say, “Rexburg, you are a silly, silly town. And everyone thinks you’re weird.”
And THAT’S being NICE.
In other Rexburg related news, my mom has promised that she is mailing the annual listing of birth announcements from Madison Memorial Hospital to me TODAY. I could not possibly be more excited to make fun of the words Idaho parents have written down on their newborns’ birth certificates. The words their children will go by from now until eternity. So stay tuned for THAT.
Speaking of birth announcements (sorta) - CORINNE’S HAVING A GIRL! I thought it was a boy for sure. But I always tend to be wrong on these things. Corinne’s thoughts on the ultrasound [exact quote, because it was via email and I copied and pasted] “It's so amazing. You get to see everything, though a lot of it just looks like blobs. And the baby turned and looked at us and it was absolutely terrifying!!”
So, I just got back from the dentist about an hour ago. Today it was a typical cleaning, but on Monday at 3:00 the horror begins. I have to have TWO cavities filled and TWO fillings redone. Before you think I’m some revolting swamp creature, let me just say that the dentist spent nearly thirty minutes complimenting me on my beautiful teeth and telling me what a wonderful job I’ve done with my home care before breaking the news to me. I was feeling pretty smug, but then he knocked me down a few notches. I screamed for an hour. PS- I never know what to do with my tongue during cleanings. It does an awkward dance with the hygienists fingers. Like when you meet someone in a hallway and unsuccessfully predict which way they’re going to go. Anyone else ever have that problem during a teeth cleaning? Yes? No? Yes? Maybe? A little? Just kidding..
Remember when Jon got smashed in an elevator? Seems forever ago. Because it was. Well after over a year of the building management company avoiding his phone calls, he’s finally in talks with a serious lawyer. And WOULD YOU BELIEVE IT, the second there’s a serious lawyer involved, Jon’s on the phone with management’s insurance company. Funny how that works. Hopefully they’ll settle with us, because going to court would be stupid and non-fun. Not to mention lame.
And that’s the news for now. Kthxbai.
Oh yeah, we made banana bread on Sunday and it was really, really good.
To begin, I’ve been made aware that BYU-Idaho has removed all Naked Juice products from their bookstore. Why? Because it’s called Naked Juice. (WOW.) I guess at this point, all you can really do is shake your head and say, “Rexburg, you are a silly, silly town. And everyone thinks you’re weird.”
And THAT’S being NICE.
In other Rexburg related news, my mom has promised that she is mailing the annual listing of birth announcements from Madison Memorial Hospital to me TODAY. I could not possibly be more excited to make fun of the words Idaho parents have written down on their newborns’ birth certificates. The words their children will go by from now until eternity. So stay tuned for THAT.
Speaking of birth announcements (sorta) - CORINNE’S HAVING A GIRL! I thought it was a boy for sure. But I always tend to be wrong on these things. Corinne’s thoughts on the ultrasound [exact quote, because it was via email and I copied and pasted] “It's so amazing. You get to see everything, though a lot of it just looks like blobs. And the baby turned and looked at us and it was absolutely terrifying!!”
So, I just got back from the dentist about an hour ago. Today it was a typical cleaning, but on Monday at 3:00 the horror begins. I have to have TWO cavities filled and TWO fillings redone. Before you think I’m some revolting swamp creature, let me just say that the dentist spent nearly thirty minutes complimenting me on my beautiful teeth and telling me what a wonderful job I’ve done with my home care before breaking the news to me. I was feeling pretty smug, but then he knocked me down a few notches. I screamed for an hour. PS- I never know what to do with my tongue during cleanings. It does an awkward dance with the hygienists fingers. Like when you meet someone in a hallway and unsuccessfully predict which way they’re going to go. Anyone else ever have that problem during a teeth cleaning? Yes? No? Yes? Maybe? A little? Just kidding..
Remember when Jon got smashed in an elevator? Seems forever ago. Because it was. Well after over a year of the building management company avoiding his phone calls, he’s finally in talks with a serious lawyer. And WOULD YOU BELIEVE IT, the second there’s a serious lawyer involved, Jon’s on the phone with management’s insurance company. Funny how that works. Hopefully they’ll settle with us, because going to court would be stupid and non-fun. Not to mention lame.
And that’s the news for now. Kthxbai.
Oh yeah, we made banana bread on Sunday and it was really, really good.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Monday, March 09, 2009
Neighborly love
Well, it’s Monday. I can’t complain though because we had a really great weekend in Phoenix. Friday night we had delicious Mexican food for dinner and spent time catching up with my aunt Stacey and uncle Dave. On Saturday, Jon and I went to the temple and afterwards we all went on a short hike. Jon caught (and was bit by) a green racer snake. It was a little too cold to swim in their pool so we spent some time in the jacuzzi instead. Penny was hilarious – standing on the edge, she kept putting her face in the water trying to catch the bubbles in her mouth. Inevitably she started pawing at the swirling surface until she fell in. I scooped her out, but apparently she didn’t mind the warm water because she kept diving back in and swimming around, all the while chomping at the bubbles Pac-Man style. I laughed until I cried. That night my aunt made us a gourmet steak dinner and Jon ate at least six pounds of beef. After church, lunch, and an accidental nap on Sunday we headed back to Tucson. Which brings me to the next point of this post. Remember this neighbor? Could he possibly be any more frustrating? Answer: Yes. Before leaving for our weekend, I stood just outside our door with a pen and a piece of paper and took inventory of all his junk that has taken residence in our entryway. Here is the list – no hint of exaggeration:
2 strollers
2 of those big plastic kiddie push cars
1 SteamVac
1 small yellow chair
An upsidedown broken bike
A scooter
Inflated pool toys (notice the wording – I didn’t say “inflatABLE” pool toys, I said “inflatED” pool toys)
A ‘fun noodle’ pool toy
This crap heap has been slowly accumulating over the past few weeks. In addition to these constants, there is on occasion a nice garbage bag full of noxious diapers sitting out there for hours at a time. You know, in case their next-door neighbors happen to enjoy the smell of human fecal matter greeting them after a long day’s work.
Well, since I’ve already complained on this particular person before, I made Jon do it this time. His exact words to management were “Tell our neighbor to clean up our entryway, it looks like a junkyard”. That was right before we left for Phoenix. Upon arriving home Sunday evening we were teeming with anticipation. Did management take our complaint seriously? Was everything spic and span? Nope; Even better.
Someone spent at least three minutes shuffling things closer to their wall. Look at how nice those strollers look, all lined up like that. And you hardly even notice the vacuum sitting there now that it’s partially blocked by the yellow chair. And really, I could not even think of a better place for that broken bicycle. Very feng shui. Great work, neighbor. Great work. Just kidding! I’m being facetious! Remember when I was pretending to be impressed with my neighbor’s organizational skills?? That was funny. No, actually, I’m not impressed. In fact, you could say that I’m the exact opposite of impressed. I’m non-impressed. We really do win for the worst neighbors ever. As if it’s not bad enough that he looks in through our windows. He’s also a GROSS SLOB. Ha! Take THAT!
So what do I do at this point? Complain to management again? Continue kvetching to Jon every time I have to look at it? Leave a passive-aggressive note? Slowly begin making their stuff disappear? Call it in as a fire-hazard? (That was Corinne's suggestion. I like the way she thinks.)
PS – I guess in all fairness they DID get rid of the pool toys. And either the scooter is gone or it’s not visible from this angle (my guess is it’s in front of the bike alongside that wall). BUT THAT’S NOT GOOD ENOUGH.
2 strollers
2 of those big plastic kiddie push cars
1 SteamVac
1 small yellow chair
An upsidedown broken bike
A scooter
Inflated pool toys (notice the wording – I didn’t say “inflatABLE” pool toys, I said “inflatED” pool toys)
A ‘fun noodle’ pool toy
This crap heap has been slowly accumulating over the past few weeks. In addition to these constants, there is on occasion a nice garbage bag full of noxious diapers sitting out there for hours at a time. You know, in case their next-door neighbors happen to enjoy the smell of human fecal matter greeting them after a long day’s work.
Well, since I’ve already complained on this particular person before, I made Jon do it this time. His exact words to management were “Tell our neighbor to clean up our entryway, it looks like a junkyard”. That was right before we left for Phoenix. Upon arriving home Sunday evening we were teeming with anticipation. Did management take our complaint seriously? Was everything spic and span? Nope; Even better.
Someone spent at least three minutes shuffling things closer to their wall. Look at how nice those strollers look, all lined up like that. And you hardly even notice the vacuum sitting there now that it’s partially blocked by the yellow chair. And really, I could not even think of a better place for that broken bicycle. Very feng shui. Great work, neighbor. Great work. Just kidding! I’m being facetious! Remember when I was pretending to be impressed with my neighbor’s organizational skills?? That was funny. No, actually, I’m not impressed. In fact, you could say that I’m the exact opposite of impressed. I’m non-impressed. We really do win for the worst neighbors ever. As if it’s not bad enough that he looks in through our windows. He’s also a GROSS SLOB. Ha! Take THAT!
So what do I do at this point? Complain to management again? Continue kvetching to Jon every time I have to look at it? Leave a passive-aggressive note? Slowly begin making their stuff disappear? Call it in as a fire-hazard? (That was Corinne's suggestion. I like the way she thinks.)
PS – I guess in all fairness they DID get rid of the pool toys. And either the scooter is gone or it’s not visible from this angle (my guess is it’s in front of the bike alongside that wall). BUT THAT’S NOT GOOD ENOUGH.
Monday, March 02, 2009
Saturday is a special day
This weekend I set out to recreate Café Rio’s sweet shredded pork and cilantro-lime rice, and thanks to this recipe and this recipe, I came pretty close. Hooray for Google!
FOR THE PORK:
2 to 2½ pounds pork loin
3 cans regular Coke
1 ¼ cup brown sugar
dash garlic salt
1/4 cup water
1 can diced green chilies
1 can green enchilada sauce
With the least amount of touching possible, rinse the pork (ew). Trim the fatty and sinewy pieces off (I almost threw up). Put it in a heavy-duty Ziploc with a can and a half of Coke and ¼ cup brown sugar to marinate. We put the bag inside of a bowl and set it in the fridge overnight.
Next morning: Transfer the raw pork to your slow-cooker along with ½ can of Coke, ¼ cup water, and a dash of garlic salt. Make your husband discard the filthy marinade.
Cook on low for 6 hours, then remove the pork and shred it up. Dump out the leftover juices. Blenderize the enchilada sauce, chilies, ½ can Coke and the remaining brown sugar (1 cup) and add it all back into the slow cooker for another 2 hours on low. Tamp down the shredded meat so as much of it as possible is covered with the liquid.
FOR THE RICE:
Prepare 3 cups cooked rice (add a teaspoon of lime juice into the water for the cooking process).
Combine 1 tablespoon lime juice, 2 teaspoons sugar, and 3 tablespoons fresh chopped cilantro into separate container. Using some sort of utensil, pound the cilantro to pieces so that it really gets ground into the mixture. Slowly add it to the rice as you fluff. (FULL DISCLOSURE: I just now realized that’s two TEASPOONS of sugar. Our rice definitely had two tablespoons of sugar in it.)
FOR THE SAUCE:
1 cup Herdez Salsa Verde (it’s a tomatillo sauce, and we were able to find it at our Safeway)
½ cup ranch dressing
The original recipe called for equal parts of each, but we found the ranch a little overpowering. Also, to true Café Rio fans – I didn’t set out to make the sweet green sauce they pour all over the burrito to make it “Enchilada Style”, I wanted to make something similar to the creamy tomatillo sauce they serve on the side. This is a little spicier than that other stuff, but still good.
THE GRAND FINALE:
We threw in some black beans and combined the elements into burritos, but it would also be amazing in a salad. The general idea is that the pork is delicious, and it smells delicious, and when you eat it it makes you full. So, really, it’ll be an overall great experience for everyone involved.DO IT NOW.
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…After typing the words “Grand Finale”, I can’t not tell this story. My family and I drove the Al-Can highway when I was 8 years old. From Anchorage, Alaska to Stafford, Virginia, my dad led our procession in his old red Dodge Ram with a canoe on top, pulling our pop-up tent trailer. My mom followed close behind him with all the kids packed into the suburban pulling the horse trailer. We communicated by CB radio and made our home in a different fairground each night so that our horse, Fancy, could stretch her legs in an arena after 10 hours of cramped standing. We’d all pitch in to set up camp, eat some form of hot dog creation for dinner, then we’d settle in to our beds for the evening. And each night without fail, when the lights were out and my mom would try to discreetly remove her bra from underneath her T-shirt, my dad would draw attention to the fact by announcing to everyone, “It’s the grrrrraaaand finaaaaaaleeee!”
Sorry, mom. But aren’t you proud that I spent my entire Saturday cooking?
FOR THE PORK:
2 to 2½ pounds pork loin
3 cans regular Coke
1 ¼ cup brown sugar
dash garlic salt
1/4 cup water
1 can diced green chilies
1 can green enchilada sauce
With the least amount of touching possible, rinse the pork (ew). Trim the fatty and sinewy pieces off (I almost threw up). Put it in a heavy-duty Ziploc with a can and a half of Coke and ¼ cup brown sugar to marinate. We put the bag inside of a bowl and set it in the fridge overnight.
Next morning: Transfer the raw pork to your slow-cooker along with ½ can of Coke, ¼ cup water, and a dash of garlic salt. Make your husband discard the filthy marinade.
Cook on low for 6 hours, then remove the pork and shred it up. Dump out the leftover juices. Blenderize the enchilada sauce, chilies, ½ can Coke and the remaining brown sugar (1 cup) and add it all back into the slow cooker for another 2 hours on low. Tamp down the shredded meat so as much of it as possible is covered with the liquid.
FOR THE RICE:
Prepare 3 cups cooked rice (add a teaspoon of lime juice into the water for the cooking process).
Combine 1 tablespoon lime juice, 2 teaspoons sugar, and 3 tablespoons fresh chopped cilantro into separate container. Using some sort of utensil, pound the cilantro to pieces so that it really gets ground into the mixture. Slowly add it to the rice as you fluff. (FULL DISCLOSURE: I just now realized that’s two TEASPOONS of sugar. Our rice definitely had two tablespoons of sugar in it.)
FOR THE SAUCE:
1 cup Herdez Salsa Verde (it’s a tomatillo sauce, and we were able to find it at our Safeway)
½ cup ranch dressing
The original recipe called for equal parts of each, but we found the ranch a little overpowering. Also, to true Café Rio fans – I didn’t set out to make the sweet green sauce they pour all over the burrito to make it “Enchilada Style”, I wanted to make something similar to the creamy tomatillo sauce they serve on the side. This is a little spicier than that other stuff, but still good.
THE GRAND FINALE:
We threw in some black beans and combined the elements into burritos, but it would also be amazing in a salad. The general idea is that the pork is delicious, and it smells delicious, and when you eat it it makes you full. So, really, it’ll be an overall great experience for everyone involved.DO IT NOW.
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…After typing the words “Grand Finale”, I can’t not tell this story. My family and I drove the Al-Can highway when I was 8 years old. From Anchorage, Alaska to Stafford, Virginia, my dad led our procession in his old red Dodge Ram with a canoe on top, pulling our pop-up tent trailer. My mom followed close behind him with all the kids packed into the suburban pulling the horse trailer. We communicated by CB radio and made our home in a different fairground each night so that our horse, Fancy, could stretch her legs in an arena after 10 hours of cramped standing. We’d all pitch in to set up camp, eat some form of hot dog creation for dinner, then we’d settle in to our beds for the evening. And each night without fail, when the lights were out and my mom would try to discreetly remove her bra from underneath her T-shirt, my dad would draw attention to the fact by announcing to everyone, “It’s the grrrrraaaand finaaaaaaleeee!”
Sorry, mom. But aren’t you proud that I spent my entire Saturday cooking?
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
WEEKEND WITH MY MA
For five glorious days I had my mom all to myself. Among the things we did, in chronological order:
PICTURE TIME! But there are only three so don't get too excited. My mom took more than me so maybe I'll post some of those later.
Our picnic in the park:
And at the horse show:
Um, weird ending. But that's all I've got.
- Had Sonoran hot dogs WHICH SHE LOVED SO I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANOTHER WORD ABOUT IT
- Ate a delicious authentic German meal called rouladen - it was always one of my favorite meals growing up so I specifically asked her to teach me to make while she was in town. And yes, I just now learned how to spell 'rouladen' after 23 years of demanding my mother make it for me. This meal also included asparagus and "crash hot potatoes".
- Watched Kung-Fu Panda while tickling each other's backs. Jon did not participate in one portion of this bullet point.
- Went on a drive through Saguaro National Park. Jon and my ma made up a delicious lunch of egg-salad sandwiches, oreos, bananas and Pepsi while I was at work and we took off right when I got home.
- Went to the dog park (twice - once when there was hardly anyone there, and again the next night when it was packed).
- Went to Frost, our favorite gelato shop. Twice.
- Watched highlights from So You Think You Can Dance, season 3.
- Caught a Saturday matinee of Coraline in 3D. I encourage you to do the same.
- Ate lunch at Pei Wei. Mmmm. Honey seared chicken. Mmmm. Rejuvenation. (see previous post)
- Fed the ducks and saw a turtle at Agua Caliente Park - a desert oasis only 10-15 minutes from our apartment.
- Skipped out on most of church to go to the Horses in the Sun show that is currently in Tucson of all places. It's a fairly important equestrian event that travels from city to city. We caught a Grand Prix showjumping competition with a $25,000 purse. It was SO much fun, though Jon later admitted his disappointment that only one person got thrown into one of the jumps.
- Made corned beef, cabbage and potatoes for dinner. Another one of those meals that I grew up on.
- Watched Mamma Mia. Sang along. (but we didn't put it on the "sing along" version of the DVD, so that counts for something, right?)
- Went to the Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum. It's more interesting than it sounds, I promise. It's like a zoo and a museum and a botanical garden all wrapped into one. We were there in time to catch a live demonstration of hawks in flight. We were in the perfect location and even had to duck a couple of times when the hawks dive-bombed through the crowd. The old lady docent hawk-expert that was narrating the demonstration was shocked and appalled when two wild redtail hawks came out of nowhere and mated right over our heads. She was right in the middle of explaining the courting behavior between them when WHAM! Poor female bird never saw it coming. I'm pretty sure some children's eyes got covered. Jon summed it up when he remarked, "......that was definitely PG-13". Anyway, we were in T-shirts the entire day and came home sunburned. Jealous?
- Last but not least, we made rice krispy treats.
PICTURE TIME! But there are only three so don't get too excited. My mom took more than me so maybe I'll post some of those later.
Our picnic in the park:
And at the horse show:
Um, weird ending. But that's all I've got.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Made you look
It's been a while since I last posted, and since I'm not planning on blogging while my mom is here these next few days (!!!), I figured I'd throw another one out there. No real reason. Just cleaning off my memory card.
This is a delicious dinner I made about two weeks ago. Typically when I make dinner, I don't enjoy actually eating it. A mixture between being a terrible cook and being turned off from the whole idea just from smelling it the entire time it was cooking. This crockpot recipe was a rare exception. It was delicious. Corn, chicken, black beans, and salsa slow cooked for five hours. We shredded the chicken, added cilantro, and ate it with tortilla chips for three days solid. AND IT ONLY GOT BETTER EACH TIME. I'm making it tomorrow so we can have it for dinner with my ma when she gets here.
Last weekend we went out shooting again, and this time Penny came with us. She ran around for the first fifteen minutes or so, but after an encounter with a prickly stick-like shrub she plopped down in the dirt with our gear and would not be moved. I pulled burrs and twigs out of her ears for hours afterward while she acted like I was attempting to kill her, so I can safely say that it was perhaps the last time we will take Penny exploring in the Sonoran Desert. Here's a picture I snapped on our way back down the mountain. It looked better in real life. We are in severe need of a new camera.
After being such a sweet husband and dying my hair for me on Saturday, Jonathan decided to dye his beard with what was left over.
....Yeah.
Last and least, this morning Penny took full advantage of the pile of freshly laundered blankets in our bedroom. Because sometimes a feather duvet on top of a memory foam mattress just isn't soft enough. Ignore the condition of our bed. It has since been made.
Have a super great rest of the week. I know I will, because my MA IS COMING TO SEE ME!!! Three cheers for mothers.
OH, and PS - You know how some people have blog rolls on their sidebars? Lists of all their friends? You know how there's a setting that will publish the title of each person's most recent post underneath their name? I am LOVING the thought of scandalized-yet-curious people coming to look at my blog from seeing the title of my last post on their friends' sidebars. HAHAHAhahaHAhaHAhaHAHA
This is a delicious dinner I made about two weeks ago. Typically when I make dinner, I don't enjoy actually eating it. A mixture between being a terrible cook and being turned off from the whole idea just from smelling it the entire time it was cooking. This crockpot recipe was a rare exception. It was delicious. Corn, chicken, black beans, and salsa slow cooked for five hours. We shredded the chicken, added cilantro, and ate it with tortilla chips for three days solid. AND IT ONLY GOT BETTER EACH TIME. I'm making it tomorrow so we can have it for dinner with my ma when she gets here.
Last weekend we went out shooting again, and this time Penny came with us. She ran around for the first fifteen minutes or so, but after an encounter with a prickly stick-like shrub she plopped down in the dirt with our gear and would not be moved. I pulled burrs and twigs out of her ears for hours afterward while she acted like I was attempting to kill her, so I can safely say that it was perhaps the last time we will take Penny exploring in the Sonoran Desert. Here's a picture I snapped on our way back down the mountain. It looked better in real life. We are in severe need of a new camera.
After being such a sweet husband and dying my hair for me on Saturday, Jonathan decided to dye his beard with what was left over.
....Yeah.
Last and least, this morning Penny took full advantage of the pile of freshly laundered blankets in our bedroom. Because sometimes a feather duvet on top of a memory foam mattress just isn't soft enough. Ignore the condition of our bed. It has since been made.
Have a super great rest of the week. I know I will, because my MA IS COMING TO SEE ME!!! Three cheers for mothers.
OH, and PS - You know how some people have blog rolls on their sidebars? Lists of all their friends? You know how there's a setting that will publish the title of each person's most recent post underneath their name? I am LOVING the thought of scandalized-yet-curious people coming to look at my blog from seeing the title of my last post on their friends' sidebars. HAHAHAhahaHAhaHAhaHAHA
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
No more Cosmetic Gynecology
So, as it turns out, vaginal rejuvenation and breast augmentation surgeries aren’t priority for women whose homes are going into foreclosure, and as a result, Jon was let go from his company in their most recent round of lay-offs. We found out on Monday and BEFORE YOU FREAK OUT let me say that it’s really not THAT big of a deal. Srsly. And I’m not just saying that in a “We-don’t-like-to-talk-about-it-because-we’re-staying-positive” type of way, I mean, for real. I’ve still got my job (which is a great job with some of the best benefits in the industry) and we’ve gotten by solely on my income before (and that was two raises ago..) and we’ve been super smart with our savings (which we probably won’t even have to dip into) so, really – all this means is that Jon is looking for another job that hopefully involves quite a bit less travel than his previous one. Which is good news for me. Maybe this will even give us the chance to move closer to family. Maybe. In the meantime, we’ll keep not buying cars and not buying houses just like always. And that’s all there is to say about it, I guess.
In conclusion, I’d like you all to imagine my disappointment when, the other day, I eagerly tore open a box of one of my favorite candies TO DISCOVER THE FOLLOWING ABOMINATION:
Apparently Swedish Fish, Incorporated has been affected by the economy as well. I demand a refund.
In conclusion, I’d like you all to imagine my disappointment when, the other day, I eagerly tore open a box of one of my favorite candies TO DISCOVER THE FOLLOWING ABOMINATION:
Apparently Swedish Fish, Incorporated has been affected by the economy as well. I demand a refund.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Do you think she knows how dumb she looks...?
Friday, January 23, 2009
Texting, Episode III
My cell phone inbox is FULL which means good times for all! In the process of creating room for new messages, I once again have typed up the best ones for your viewing pleasure, sans names or context. Hooray!
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Did he get fired? Most companies nowadays fire on first offense. Costco castrates then fires. It's awesome.
I totally just flooded the toilet in [my husband's] mom's bathroom. Worst few minutes of my life.
There is a mom in Sacrament meeting letting her kid suck on her chin. For like 10 minutes. It's obscene.
A hideous dog.
Our power is out. We're sitting here under a blanket. [My husband] is playing Bejeweled and he just started singing Amazing Grace. WHAT?
Haha, "Dangliest".
Look it up, he is dead because Obama hated Jurassic Park.
I just used eggs for brownies that expired May 7. Is that bad? [let it be noted that I received this text on October 21st]
3 and a half inches long. That's huge!!!!
My predictive text always says "Jerrie" before it will say "Jessie".
Someone sent me a text that was supposed to say "good" but they misspelled it and it said "goob". I laughed for days.
No, he just called me a wet blanket because I didn't want to cuddle.
I could feel my heart beating really fast today and it reminded me of super-tacky, then I had the ticky tacky song stuck in my head all day.
The old poo and wander is a classic.
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There you have it. Feel free to nominate your favorites, post good ones from your OWN phone on your OWN blog, or just forget you ever saw this. I am so sorry.
The first and second of these posts can be found here and here, respectively.
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Did he get fired? Most companies nowadays fire on first offense. Costco castrates then fires. It's awesome.
I totally just flooded the toilet in [my husband's] mom's bathroom. Worst few minutes of my life.
There is a mom in Sacrament meeting letting her kid suck on her chin. For like 10 minutes. It's obscene.
A hideous dog.
Our power is out. We're sitting here under a blanket. [My husband] is playing Bejeweled and he just started singing Amazing Grace. WHAT?
Haha, "Dangliest".
Look it up, he is dead because Obama hated Jurassic Park.
I just used eggs for brownies that expired May 7. Is that bad? [let it be noted that I received this text on October 21st]
3 and a half inches long. That's huge!!!!
My predictive text always says "Jerrie" before it will say "Jessie".
Someone sent me a text that was supposed to say "good" but they misspelled it and it said "goob". I laughed for days.
No, he just called me a wet blanket because I didn't want to cuddle.
I could feel my heart beating really fast today and it reminded me of super-tacky, then I had the ticky tacky song stuck in my head all day.
The old poo and wander is a classic.
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There you have it. Feel free to nominate your favorites, post good ones from your OWN phone on your OWN blog, or just forget you ever saw this. I am so sorry.
The first and second of these posts can be found here and here, respectively.
This post is not necessary
1) Jon refuses to take Penny in to get groomed. Poor thing looks ridiculous. I'm constantly smearing her eyebrows back so that she has at least partial vision.
and 2) Make sure you watch this video.
Is anyone else reminded of this picture? No? Maybe?
PS - I think I might have decided against cutting my own hair (at least until I own a pair of scissors other than kitchen shears.)
That is all.
and 2) Make sure you watch this video.
Is anyone else reminded of this picture? No? Maybe?
PS - I think I might have decided against cutting my own hair (at least until I own a pair of scissors other than kitchen shears.)
That is all.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Catch-up. Sort of.
Okay, it’s been forever. I’ve been delaying this post because really, there is nothing to report. Things are winding down from the holidays, I’m back to the grind in the office, and there’s nothing newsworthy to write about other than this: Jon and I spent a good hour about a week ago rounding up all the pens in our apartment and whittling them down. Since he’s always going to medical conventions and stuff, we’ve accumulated lots of pens. And notepads. And paper weights. And mini-hyperbaric-chamber keychains. I gave a ton of it away to my sisters as stocking stuffers last year for Christmas (so mad at myself for not taking pictures of the loot…let’s just say that a lapel pin in the shape of an IUD might have been involved.) Anyway, this particular occasion we were focused on the pens. They were everywhere. We rounded them all up into one huge pile, I allocated a notepad for each of us, and away we went. We separated them into three separate piles: Ones that don’t work, ones that “work but who cares?”, and ones that work that we wanted to keep. The “work but who cares?” pile went with Jon to his office (though not before he went sifting through to make sure I hadn’t snuck in any of his favorites). The ones we ended up keeping, I’m happy to report, all fit nicely into two (2) holders. No more no less. Here’s a before picture:
And there is no ‘after’ picture, because even I know that once you start taking lame pictures of pens just sitting in tin cups, you have a real problem.
Jon’s last trip was before Christmas so it’s been great to spend a couple of uninterrupted weeks with him. Our weekend was really nice – a trip to our favorite steakhouse, Pinnacle Peak (oh, you haven’t been there? That’s weird. You should come visit so that we can take you). The steak was the best I’ve ever had. I say that every time, but I really meant it this time. Literally the best steak I have ever had. And I don’t use the word “literally” very lightly. Doesn’t it bug you when someone’s all “I LITERALLY jumped out of my skin” or “I LITERALLY cried my eyes out” ? That really bothers me. Anyway, then on Saturday we went shooting up in the mountains. Jon got a new .22 with his Christmas money and has been itching to break it in. Minus him getting us temporarily stuck in loose dirt, then cutting his hand while clearing away rocks and branches in order to get us un-stuck (it’s southern Arizona, you can’t just go grabbing shrubbery), it was a really fun outing.
Here’s a picture of Jon shooting his new gun for the first time:
And the Pepsi can that I blasted with my first shot – kudos to Jon for the fantastic photo skills. Srsly. Blow the picture up and you’ll see what I mean:
And a video of me throwing out a few rounds:
You may very well be wondering how I keep my eye shut while shooting, since I'm not capable of closing my left eye independent of my right, and let me tell you - it's about two-parts scotch tape, one part Jon's hand. Once I get sick of all the eyelashes I'm losing, Jon steps in.
And finally, a picture of the poor target that I created by drawing little animals on blue paper and taping it to a used Advent calendar (compliments of my mom. Thanks, mom!):
The gun hasn't been sighted properly yet, and it shoots high and to the right as you can clearly see. I don't want to talk about it. That's supposed to be a squirrel in the bottom left corner. I don't want to talk about that, either.
Once we finished shooting at that particular spot, we drove even further up the mountain and the scenery completely changed. All the saguaros disappeared and it really looked like African Serengeti – tall yellow grasses and gnarled trees. I should have taken a picture. But I didn’t.
After that we went to Target and bought a long-awaited popcorn popper and rice cooker. How have I gone so long without either of those things?? Growing up we had a tradition of making popcorn and drinking soda while watching America’s Funniest Home Videos every Sunday night. It was the only day of the week that we were allowed to drink pop. Once we got older, the tradition evolved into popcorn and soda while watching X-Files, instead. Anyway, I could not be more excited about my popcorn machine – it has already been used twice since I got it. Two days ago.
Could anything be more delicious than a brownie? How about a brownie with a rice crispy treat on top of it? I found the recipe here and to answer my question: No. Nothing could possibly be more delicious than a brownie with a rice crispy treat on top. Jon and I whipped up a batch right before sitting down to watch Pride and Prejudice on Saturday night. Love that movie.
Sunday we subbed the 4 year olds in Primary. It went well, minus the fact that I’d counted on having them draw pictures of ways they can choose the right and the church library was CLOSED. Closed! The library! On a Sunday! Closed! On a Sunday! So Plan B; we let the kids pretend to be cats for the last 15 minutes of class. As one little girl left with her parents when church was over, I overheard the mother ask "How did you like your new teachers?" and the little girl exclaimed "They were SUBstitutes!" Aw. Little kids can be so cute.
Anyway, there it is. That catches you all up to speed while demonstrating that I probably shouldn't really even have a blog to begin with. I'm sorry my life is so boring.
And there is no ‘after’ picture, because even I know that once you start taking lame pictures of pens just sitting in tin cups, you have a real problem.
Jon’s last trip was before Christmas so it’s been great to spend a couple of uninterrupted weeks with him. Our weekend was really nice – a trip to our favorite steakhouse, Pinnacle Peak (oh, you haven’t been there? That’s weird. You should come visit so that we can take you). The steak was the best I’ve ever had. I say that every time, but I really meant it this time. Literally the best steak I have ever had. And I don’t use the word “literally” very lightly. Doesn’t it bug you when someone’s all “I LITERALLY jumped out of my skin” or “I LITERALLY cried my eyes out” ? That really bothers me. Anyway, then on Saturday we went shooting up in the mountains. Jon got a new .22 with his Christmas money and has been itching to break it in. Minus him getting us temporarily stuck in loose dirt, then cutting his hand while clearing away rocks and branches in order to get us un-stuck (it’s southern Arizona, you can’t just go grabbing shrubbery), it was a really fun outing.
Here’s a picture of Jon shooting his new gun for the first time:
And the Pepsi can that I blasted with my first shot – kudos to Jon for the fantastic photo skills. Srsly. Blow the picture up and you’ll see what I mean:
Really impressive, considering that the old Powershot A520 can only take one picture every thirty seconds. You've only got one chance at a picture like this. I only wish that the photo I attempted to take of Jon receiving his diploma had turned out so well. I was under a lot of pressure, okay??
And a video of me throwing out a few rounds:
You may very well be wondering how I keep my eye shut while shooting, since I'm not capable of closing my left eye independent of my right, and let me tell you - it's about two-parts scotch tape, one part Jon's hand. Once I get sick of all the eyelashes I'm losing, Jon steps in.
And finally, a picture of the poor target that I created by drawing little animals on blue paper and taping it to a used Advent calendar (compliments of my mom. Thanks, mom!):
The gun hasn't been sighted properly yet, and it shoots high and to the right as you can clearly see. I don't want to talk about it. That's supposed to be a squirrel in the bottom left corner. I don't want to talk about that, either.
Once we finished shooting at that particular spot, we drove even further up the mountain and the scenery completely changed. All the saguaros disappeared and it really looked like African Serengeti – tall yellow grasses and gnarled trees. I should have taken a picture. But I didn’t.
After that we went to Target and bought a long-awaited popcorn popper and rice cooker. How have I gone so long without either of those things?? Growing up we had a tradition of making popcorn and drinking soda while watching America’s Funniest Home Videos every Sunday night. It was the only day of the week that we were allowed to drink pop. Once we got older, the tradition evolved into popcorn and soda while watching X-Files, instead. Anyway, I could not be more excited about my popcorn machine – it has already been used twice since I got it. Two days ago.
Could anything be more delicious than a brownie? How about a brownie with a rice crispy treat on top of it? I found the recipe here and to answer my question: No. Nothing could possibly be more delicious than a brownie with a rice crispy treat on top. Jon and I whipped up a batch right before sitting down to watch Pride and Prejudice on Saturday night. Love that movie.
Sunday we subbed the 4 year olds in Primary. It went well, minus the fact that I’d counted on having them draw pictures of ways they can choose the right and the church library was CLOSED. Closed! The library! On a Sunday! Closed! On a Sunday! So Plan B; we let the kids pretend to be cats for the last 15 minutes of class. As one little girl left with her parents when church was over, I overheard the mother ask "How did you like your new teachers?" and the little girl exclaimed "They were SUBstitutes!" Aw. Little kids can be so cute.
Anyway, there it is. That catches you all up to speed while demonstrating that I probably shouldn't really even have a blog to begin with. I'm sorry my life is so boring.
And that's when Jessie knew.....
My mom joined Facebook. I only know this because she sent my sister a friend request. An hour ago. I’m still waiting for mine…
A longer post is in the works, but this was urgent.
A longer post is in the works, but this was urgent.
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