until i'm free from the dictatorship of dr carpenter's oppressive rule. until all seniors of cypress high school are free!
JUNE 15th, baby. JUNE 15th!!
it is five months, isnt it? dont tell me if it isnt. i can't even think about actually trying to do the math right now..i just heard a girl say it in my english class. so i took her word for it.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
no biggie, right?
so last night, my co-worker texted to tell me that she had gotten into a car crash and wouldnt be able to go to work today. i said okay. no biggie, right? we only had two appointments scheduled for that day. no problem. our boss wasnt there either, it was just us manual laborers and the vet. piece of cake. we could handle two measly appointments spread out across five hours.
wrong.
first thing in the morning there was a walk in. but still, no big deal. our first appointment was at eleven, and it was only nine oclock. we dealt with him, and sent him on his way, to wait for the next appointment. soon we ran out of things to keep us occupied work-wise. kelli (the other worker) started texting and reading a disease book. i occupied my time drinking jasmine tea my chinese veterinarian said i should, and flipping aimlessly through a dog breed book, sometimes writing down the names of the dogs i wanted. and thats how it went, me thinking this would be the easiest saturday of my life. oh the irony.
our appointment finally comes. we get her squared away..."Georgia" who needed a physical exam and a blood test for a refill of rimadyl-used for arthritis. she almost bit us, clipping her nails. stupid little dog. then another walk in came in, right as "Georgia" was leaving. a beagle, whose name escapes me, but was pretty much the whole reason we stayed an extra hour at work, walked in. she had been hit by a car on new years eve, and the owners took her to an emergency vet hospital and were coming in for a followup...she had a hematoma. a huuuge pocket of skin was just full of blood on her shoulder. we started draining it--there was about 100 cc in there. we were draining it with a 12 cc syringe, so it took awhile to get. then, when we were finishing, dr chang was moving the needle around to make sure we got all the blood out, he hits a nerve. the dog FLIPS OUT, while i'm holding her, and then steps on the side of the bowl containing all his blood. it ends up on my face and my shirt, all over the ENTIRE cat room, and on dr changs white pants. ON MY FACE. good thing i'm not squeamish about blood. but it was still pretty gross. then the dog sat in it. we spent a good deal of time cleaning both the dog and the room. while we were entertaining ourselves with that, another walk in arrives. a STUPID chihuahua named "Buddy" Lin, and who never make appointments. good thing we made them wait. and then our twelve oclock came, a yellow labrador named "Huckleberry" who we were going to put to sleep (PTS) today. which is, obviously, a sensitive subject anyway. and they walked in when we were hectic. holding the seventy some odd pound dog in his arms. with his wife crying hysterically beside him. and her sister. and all three of us holding bloody towels or cleaning solution..that was bad. we hurried them into the back as quickly as possibly, setting up the back for a PTS and trying to make them and the dog comfortable. while "Buddy" barked and "Sadie" bled. oh that was her name..sadie. we took care of the appointment first. we kept "Sadie" in the back and told her owners to come back later. we left "Buddy" Lin and his parents out in the waiting room, getting what they deserve-a nice long wait. but the PTS was far from smooth. we keep the owners out of the room while we try to insert an IV catheter into a vein in the dogs front leg. we could not get it right. the veins were too sickly, constricted and twisted. it refused to work. i believe we were poking that poor dog for a half hour before we finally got it to enter a vein and stay there. it was backbreaking work, literally. bending over the table for half an hour, straining to hold the dogs leg just right for the frustrated veterinarian, trying to anticipate what he needed next. quite frankly it was exhausting. then we finally killed the poor thing..is that terrible to say? i have to say i am quite unmoved, except by the grief of the owner, to have participated in killing an animal today. he was sick, and was in pain. they dont understand sicknesses like we do..they know they hurt, and putting them through things like chemotherapy and even some other treatments just seem to them as torture..i wouldnt want that for any of my own pups, so i didnt even feel bad letting this one go. it had almost no muscles left, it couldnt get up on its own, it had a huge porous bleeding tumor on its neck, and it was obviously in pain. i felt good, assisting the killing. sometimes i wonder if i'm a heartless being because i can do that and move on in less than a minute..but then i remember. and that fleeting thought flits away. anyway. but he passed on, as he would have done sooner or later, more slowly and more painfully. and then we had to deal with the body. this process is made extremely difficult by the fact that we make paw prints of every animal we euthanize. to send to the owners. we have to trim the nails, clip the hair away from the paw, put ink on it, and make a pretty print on a pretty card. i kind of like doing it, though..comforting the grieving owners. i just always hope that they dont think about how we do it..they always want you to be gentle with their animals, to handle them softly and lovingly..well after they are gone and the animal is dead we are almost brutal. we toss them about this way and that sometimes, to get the right angle to stamp their paw on a paper. their limp bodies flop about, sometimes releasing their bowels, sometimes not. its almost disconcerting to think about, but there is no time to be gentle with an empty shell. so then we toss, or hug it if its heavy, into a big plastic bag. or, also depending on size, two plastic bags. and we tape it around and around and stick a tag on its paw, then plop it in the big freezer we have, to wait for the people to come dispose of the bodies. the big freezer usually smells pretty bad. i hold my breath. and look at all the tortoise shells that make it smell raunchy. and the other dead bodies bagged up & labeled. but we still had work to do. the bleeding hematoma dog, "Sadie" was still waiting in the cage. and the stupid chihuahua was waiting too. something wrong with his eye. gross bug eyed dog. always wearing some type of vest thingy. probably cuz he doesnt have enough hair to survive without it. its called natural selection for a reason. but we tended to him, because he's money all the same. well i didnt..i let kelli, the rat-dog lover handle that case. while i dealt with a dead dog. then we all dealt with the bleeding one. and thats pretty much how the story goes. we ended up working until two, when we should have been gone by one, and i had important things to do.
as in, go to disneyland.
which was, in short, amazing :):)
wrong.
first thing in the morning there was a walk in. but still, no big deal. our first appointment was at eleven, and it was only nine oclock. we dealt with him, and sent him on his way, to wait for the next appointment. soon we ran out of things to keep us occupied work-wise. kelli (the other worker) started texting and reading a disease book. i occupied my time drinking jasmine tea my chinese veterinarian said i should, and flipping aimlessly through a dog breed book, sometimes writing down the names of the dogs i wanted. and thats how it went, me thinking this would be the easiest saturday of my life. oh the irony.
our appointment finally comes. we get her squared away..."Georgia" who needed a physical exam and a blood test for a refill of rimadyl-used for arthritis. she almost bit us, clipping her nails. stupid little dog. then another walk in came in, right as "Georgia" was leaving. a beagle, whose name escapes me, but was pretty much the whole reason we stayed an extra hour at work, walked in. she had been hit by a car on new years eve, and the owners took her to an emergency vet hospital and were coming in for a followup...she had a hematoma. a huuuge pocket of skin was just full of blood on her shoulder. we started draining it--there was about 100 cc in there. we were draining it with a 12 cc syringe, so it took awhile to get. then, when we were finishing, dr chang was moving the needle around to make sure we got all the blood out, he hits a nerve. the dog FLIPS OUT, while i'm holding her, and then steps on the side of the bowl containing all his blood. it ends up on my face and my shirt, all over the ENTIRE cat room, and on dr changs white pants. ON MY FACE. good thing i'm not squeamish about blood. but it was still pretty gross. then the dog sat in it. we spent a good deal of time cleaning both the dog and the room. while we were entertaining ourselves with that, another walk in arrives. a STUPID chihuahua named "Buddy" Lin, and who never make appointments. good thing we made them wait. and then our twelve oclock came, a yellow labrador named "Huckleberry" who we were going to put to sleep (PTS) today. which is, obviously, a sensitive subject anyway. and they walked in when we were hectic. holding the seventy some odd pound dog in his arms. with his wife crying hysterically beside him. and her sister. and all three of us holding bloody towels or cleaning solution..that was bad. we hurried them into the back as quickly as possibly, setting up the back for a PTS and trying to make them and the dog comfortable. while "Buddy" barked and "Sadie" bled. oh that was her name..sadie. we took care of the appointment first. we kept "Sadie" in the back and told her owners to come back later. we left "Buddy" Lin and his parents out in the waiting room, getting what they deserve-a nice long wait. but the PTS was far from smooth. we keep the owners out of the room while we try to insert an IV catheter into a vein in the dogs front leg. we could not get it right. the veins were too sickly, constricted and twisted. it refused to work. i believe we were poking that poor dog for a half hour before we finally got it to enter a vein and stay there. it was backbreaking work, literally. bending over the table for half an hour, straining to hold the dogs leg just right for the frustrated veterinarian, trying to anticipate what he needed next. quite frankly it was exhausting. then we finally killed the poor thing..is that terrible to say? i have to say i am quite unmoved, except by the grief of the owner, to have participated in killing an animal today. he was sick, and was in pain. they dont understand sicknesses like we do..they know they hurt, and putting them through things like chemotherapy and even some other treatments just seem to them as torture..i wouldnt want that for any of my own pups, so i didnt even feel bad letting this one go. it had almost no muscles left, it couldnt get up on its own, it had a huge porous bleeding tumor on its neck, and it was obviously in pain. i felt good, assisting the killing. sometimes i wonder if i'm a heartless being because i can do that and move on in less than a minute..but then i remember. and that fleeting thought flits away. anyway. but he passed on, as he would have done sooner or later, more slowly and more painfully. and then we had to deal with the body. this process is made extremely difficult by the fact that we make paw prints of every animal we euthanize. to send to the owners. we have to trim the nails, clip the hair away from the paw, put ink on it, and make a pretty print on a pretty card. i kind of like doing it, though..comforting the grieving owners. i just always hope that they dont think about how we do it..they always want you to be gentle with their animals, to handle them softly and lovingly..well after they are gone and the animal is dead we are almost brutal. we toss them about this way and that sometimes, to get the right angle to stamp their paw on a paper. their limp bodies flop about, sometimes releasing their bowels, sometimes not. its almost disconcerting to think about, but there is no time to be gentle with an empty shell. so then we toss, or hug it if its heavy, into a big plastic bag. or, also depending on size, two plastic bags. and we tape it around and around and stick a tag on its paw, then plop it in the big freezer we have, to wait for the people to come dispose of the bodies. the big freezer usually smells pretty bad. i hold my breath. and look at all the tortoise shells that make it smell raunchy. and the other dead bodies bagged up & labeled. but we still had work to do. the bleeding hematoma dog, "Sadie" was still waiting in the cage. and the stupid chihuahua was waiting too. something wrong with his eye. gross bug eyed dog. always wearing some type of vest thingy. probably cuz he doesnt have enough hair to survive without it. its called natural selection for a reason. but we tended to him, because he's money all the same. well i didnt..i let kelli, the rat-dog lover handle that case. while i dealt with a dead dog. then we all dealt with the bleeding one. and thats pretty much how the story goes. we ended up working until two, when we should have been gone by one, and i had important things to do.
as in, go to disneyland.
which was, in short, amazing :):)
Friday, January 2, 2009
so you NOT gonna hire me because i'm BLACK??!
greatest video ever.
best parts: cereal, and the long look she gives.
cracks me up! go mad tv.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CYYAvPjNmYY
best parts: cereal, and the long look she gives.
cracks me up! go mad tv.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CYYAvPjNmYY
2009
is gonna ROCK.
...in six months. it all kinda starts for me in june. thats okay. i can be patient. sometimes.
but here's what happens.
1. eric comes home!
2. GRADUATION! finally free from stupid high school!
3. Nauvoo-i actually get to go this time, because i'm actually old enough for that. not that i'm bitter.
4. Malaysia-my family is planning on going back with eric after he gets home so we can scuba dive in malaysia, when he couldnt while he was on his mission. its gonna be AMAZING.
5. Italy- this is a possibility. my dad goes on random work trips up to italy that are sporadic, so we dont really know when this is happening.
6. Iceland-i have been saving for this for forever! my aunt and i plan to travel the world together..and it starts in iceland this august. its gonna be CARAZY!
7. BYU-i'm going to college!
8. i'll get to see falling snow!!
and maybe a couple of more surprises:) lifes always better with a few of those.
HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!!
...in six months. it all kinda starts for me in june. thats okay. i can be patient. sometimes.
but here's what happens.
1. eric comes home!
2. GRADUATION! finally free from stupid high school!
3. Nauvoo-i actually get to go this time, because i'm actually old enough for that. not that i'm bitter.
4. Malaysia-my family is planning on going back with eric after he gets home so we can scuba dive in malaysia, when he couldnt while he was on his mission. its gonna be AMAZING.
5. Italy- this is a possibility. my dad goes on random work trips up to italy that are sporadic, so we dont really know when this is happening.
6. Iceland-i have been saving for this for forever! my aunt and i plan to travel the world together..and it starts in iceland this august. its gonna be CARAZY!
7. BYU-i'm going to college!
8. i'll get to see falling snow!!
and maybe a couple of more surprises:) lifes always better with a few of those.
HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!!
Monday, December 29, 2008
so today at work..
saying that when i work at a veterinary hospital is akin to saying that right after a day at band camp. or girls camp, whatever floats your boat.
well this dog comes in..and it was cute. i mean the thing was as annoying as..heck. but it was adorable. but it had a skin condition. i swear that was all we saw today..dogs with skin problems. so we did a skin scraping, where he takes a scalpel blade and runs it across the top of the skin to get a sampling of the cells and then looks at them under a microscope.
this is where it gets gross. the dog has an infestation of mites. a particular kind called scabies. its not pretty. that was probably the most disturbing little waggling thing i have ever seen.
it really does look like that. the one i saw had shorter stubbier leg lookin thingies and it waggled. there arent many other words to describe it really..it waggled. or wobbled. it was between a slip cover and a slide, so it didnt move much...just waggled around in a circle. it was pretty disgusting. and yet probably the coolest thing we saw today. although we caught this bug early, so the dog was still cute. but here are a few examples of what can happen if you dont get it early. ps. its not pretty.
and a human example. oh yes, this can happen to you! doesnt it just make you itch? i can barely type its so disturbingly itchy.
yeah. pretty disgusting. i'm sure you'd notice before that though...its extremely itchy. so dont let this happen to you OR your pet. its not good. if your pet is itching constantly in the same place and losing hair and the skin is showing signs of inflammation or anything of the like, please, please take them to the vet. not that it is going to be scabies. but anything like that is not going to be healthy for it. so you should. agreed? agreed.
well this dog comes in..and it was cute. i mean the thing was as annoying as..heck. but it was adorable. but it had a skin condition. i swear that was all we saw today..dogs with skin problems. so we did a skin scraping, where he takes a scalpel blade and runs it across the top of the skin to get a sampling of the cells and then looks at them under a microscope.
this is where it gets gross. the dog has an infestation of mites. a particular kind called scabies. its not pretty. that was probably the most disturbing little waggling thing i have ever seen.
it really does look like that. the one i saw had shorter stubbier leg lookin thingies and it waggled. there arent many other words to describe it really..it waggled. or wobbled. it was between a slip cover and a slide, so it didnt move much...just waggled around in a circle. it was pretty disgusting. and yet probably the coolest thing we saw today. although we caught this bug early, so the dog was still cute. but here are a few examples of what can happen if you dont get it early. ps. its not pretty.
and a human example. oh yes, this can happen to you! doesnt it just make you itch? i can barely type its so disturbingly itchy.
yeah. pretty disgusting. i'm sure you'd notice before that though...its extremely itchy. so dont let this happen to you OR your pet. its not good. if your pet is itching constantly in the same place and losing hair and the skin is showing signs of inflammation or anything of the like, please, please take them to the vet. not that it is going to be scabies. but anything like that is not going to be healthy for it. so you should. agreed? agreed.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
& then i cried my eyes out.
marley & me.
best movie ever. okay so it makes it on the list.
up there with australia. & pride and prejudice. and charly. and 10 things i hate about you.
and quite a few other best movie ever's. but you know how it goes.
but seriously. that was amazing. like the kind of movie that is moving. and touching. not just a silly chick flick romance--cuz it wasnt. it was about marriage, and family, and a dog. it showed the hardships of marriage, how the dog ties it all together, family, and the whole ten yards. it was beautiful.
of course, when the dog started dying, thats when i started crying. bawling, would probably be a better description. i only barely managed to keep it quiet & not hiccup.
thats a lot like how i'd like my life to be. with the gospel, of course. but it was the best depiction of life that i have seen in a long while.. a simple movie, with a simple meaning.
life is good. live it to the fullest. and love every moment.
best movie ever. okay so it makes it on the list.
up there with australia. & pride and prejudice. and charly. and 10 things i hate about you.
and quite a few other best movie ever's. but you know how it goes.
but seriously. that was amazing. like the kind of movie that is moving. and touching. not just a silly chick flick romance--cuz it wasnt. it was about marriage, and family, and a dog. it showed the hardships of marriage, how the dog ties it all together, family, and the whole ten yards. it was beautiful.
of course, when the dog started dying, thats when i started crying. bawling, would probably be a better description. i only barely managed to keep it quiet & not hiccup.
thats a lot like how i'd like my life to be. with the gospel, of course. but it was the best depiction of life that i have seen in a long while.. a simple movie, with a simple meaning.
life is good. live it to the fullest. and love every moment.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Swedish Smörgåsbord
this is like the highlight of my entire year. when my entire swedish side of my family gets together on christmas eve and we have a Smörgåsbord. bascially, a buffet. of swedish food. lots of cheeses as appetizers, crackers, veggie trays. the cheeses are really really good. mmm. and then the real food..swedish meatballs are the highlight of my life! 
so they might look a little gross there, but i really liked the swedish flags in them. but really. they're delicious. & there is ham and all kinds of other stuff out on the swedish buffet table.. oh like pickled herring. i am so NOT wild about that...actually i have never tried it, in all my years of attending these buffets on christmas eve. because its fish. and thats just gross. plus, everyone else who tries it really regrets it-every year. but we have lingonberries too, for on the ham. and of course peas and carrots. oh and yummy potatoes. the red skinned ones. & there was more. but i'm done making myself hungry. :)
so they might look a little gross there, but i really liked the swedish flags in them. but really. they're delicious. & there is ham and all kinds of other stuff out on the swedish buffet table.. oh like pickled herring. i am so NOT wild about that...actually i have never tried it, in all my years of attending these buffets on christmas eve. because its fish. and thats just gross. plus, everyone else who tries it really regrets it-every year. but we have lingonberries too, for on the ham. and of course peas and carrots. oh and yummy potatoes. the red skinned ones. & there was more. but i'm done making myself hungry. :)
Monday, December 22, 2008
i just posted a square number
so i have this thing for numbers. i like them. when they're nice to me, of course. but dont get me wrong. i dont like math. i just like numbers. and some simple addition, subtraction, division, multiplication, possibly some algebraic equations..but my favorites are square numbers. they're pretty cool. well. with exceptions. heres my philosophies:
i like odd numbers, for the most part. but fives are out of the question. unless it is five squared, like twenty five, or 125, thats okay. my favorite simple numbers are 3, 9, and 11. i really like three and nine because three squared is nine. and eleven is just cool. two ones! but i have never liked seven. i hated seven, even, for the longest time. and it actually kind of bothers me when its some peoples favorite number. because its so mean. i dont really know where i got this, but this is always how i've remembered a few of my addition principles. seven was always mean to the four, because four wanted to become twelve so much. seven only teased it by letting it get to eleven, but not twelve. THEN along comes stupid five, who thinks she's better than everyone else, and seven lets HER get to the eleven. then 8 comes into the picture, and was nice enough to allow four to become twelve. so its kind of like the mean and popular kids in the movies. the four is the nerdy girl, the seven the mean popular boy, the five the girl who always gets her way, the eight the nice boy who comes along and saves the day. i dont know why everyone wanted to be twelve, cuz i dont even like that number very much..but i dont like any of the numbers in the story much anyway. seriously though, i have known that story like someone taught it to me when i was three. all my life. who knows how kids make up these things?? i certainly dont, and i did it. but anyway. back to the numbers.
i really like it when they work. and by work i mean, in a license plate or something, when they add up, or are even the squares of each other. it makes me happy. lock combinations too. i dont think i could remember my locker combination if it didnt make sense to me mathematically. & i used to love my license plate dearly..but it had to be replaced. it WAS 4bzz329. 329!! three squared is nine! i loved it so much. & even two squared was four, but that was a stretch. and then with an ONOMATOPOEIA in the middle...BZZ..how could i not love it? it was beautiful..but then my car was called legally totalled and so i had to replace the license plate when we brought it back to life. :( then its name had to be changed. oh well. i guess i could get over it. but he will never be the same.
oh. this all stemmed from the fact that i now have 36 posts. (with this one, it is 37, but thats okay...i'll hit 49 soon)
& if anyone survived through that mumbo jumbo, congratulations. if it was at all understandable, you now have my nonsense. now that is something to celebrate.
i like odd numbers, for the most part. but fives are out of the question. unless it is five squared, like twenty five, or 125, thats okay. my favorite simple numbers are 3, 9, and 11. i really like three and nine because three squared is nine. and eleven is just cool. two ones! but i have never liked seven. i hated seven, even, for the longest time. and it actually kind of bothers me when its some peoples favorite number. because its so mean. i dont really know where i got this, but this is always how i've remembered a few of my addition principles. seven was always mean to the four, because four wanted to become twelve so much. seven only teased it by letting it get to eleven, but not twelve. THEN along comes stupid five, who thinks she's better than everyone else, and seven lets HER get to the eleven. then 8 comes into the picture, and was nice enough to allow four to become twelve. so its kind of like the mean and popular kids in the movies. the four is the nerdy girl, the seven the mean popular boy, the five the girl who always gets her way, the eight the nice boy who comes along and saves the day. i dont know why everyone wanted to be twelve, cuz i dont even like that number very much..but i dont like any of the numbers in the story much anyway. seriously though, i have known that story like someone taught it to me when i was three. all my life. who knows how kids make up these things?? i certainly dont, and i did it. but anyway. back to the numbers.
i really like it when they work. and by work i mean, in a license plate or something, when they add up, or are even the squares of each other. it makes me happy. lock combinations too. i dont think i could remember my locker combination if it didnt make sense to me mathematically. & i used to love my license plate dearly..but it had to be replaced. it WAS 4bzz329. 329!! three squared is nine! i loved it so much. & even two squared was four, but that was a stretch. and then with an ONOMATOPOEIA in the middle...BZZ..how could i not love it? it was beautiful..but then my car was called legally totalled and so i had to replace the license plate when we brought it back to life. :( then its name had to be changed. oh well. i guess i could get over it. but he will never be the same.
oh. this all stemmed from the fact that i now have 36 posts. (with this one, it is 37, but thats okay...i'll hit 49 soon)
& if anyone survived through that mumbo jumbo, congratulations. if it was at all understandable, you now have my nonsense. now that is something to celebrate.
its just one of those days
one of those days where i have no adgenda. nothing to do. no school to be done. although i do have some homework to be finished. but its a fabulous thing, laziness. i'm still in my pajamas. and its almost four oclock in the afternoon. i sat on the couch in a warm blanket and watched mamma mia. & the librarian. & bones. it rained. its cold. its been one FABULOUS day.
now for a shower...maybe.
:)
now for a shower...maybe.
:)
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
i've decided to make friends with my alarm clock
i realized this morning as i was laying in bed, fuming because my alarm clock had just gone off, and i was warm & cozy under my two comforters..i'm so mean. my poor alarm clock. he just wants to tell me the time and be helpful! he wants to wake me up so i can welcome the new morning and tell me that its a beautiful day! i've been physically abusive to him too..i think he now needs a name. i think i'll call him...jeremiah. my jeremiah. poor poor jeremiah. will he ever forgive me? after these four years of physical and verbal and mental abuse? i dont know that i can forgive myself even..he is only trying to help. tomorrow i will make it an effort to thank jeremiah when he goes off. and gently push the snooze button. five times. and thank him for encouraging me to get up and greet the brand new day. and go to seminary. at 5:50 in the morning. and i will be happy about it. :D
GOAL: when jeremiah goes off at 4:13 which is really 4:03, i will roll out of bed, thank him, gently push snooze, and roll back into bed. then repeat in ten minutes. and another ten minutes. and another ten minutes. and another ten minutes. then when i look at the clock and the rush of adrenaline goes through me for thinking it is almost five, i will get up, run to the bathroom, and take a super quick shower, throw on some makeup, brush teeth, etc, etc, etc, and make it to seminary on time to lead the music & give devotional. FUNSIES.
just needed to peptalk myself into actually going through with it.
stupid alarm clock.
GOAL: when jeremiah goes off at 4:13 which is really 4:03, i will roll out of bed, thank him, gently push snooze, and roll back into bed. then repeat in ten minutes. and another ten minutes. and another ten minutes. and another ten minutes. then when i look at the clock and the rush of adrenaline goes through me for thinking it is almost five, i will get up, run to the bathroom, and take a super quick shower, throw on some makeup, brush teeth, etc, etc, etc, and make it to seminary on time to lead the music & give devotional. FUNSIES.
just needed to peptalk myself into actually going through with it.
stupid alarm clock.
velociraptors
are pretty great.
however
if i were chained to a bunkbed with one of them?? i'm OUT in 38 seconds. && i definitely have proof.
41 seconds
okay, so it was 38 seconds, but when i did the HTML the first time i did it wrong; then i went back and took the test again, & gained an extra 3 SECONDS! woooo.
ahah thanks jeff:)
however
if i were chained to a bunkbed with one of them?? i'm OUT in 38 seconds. && i definitely have proof.
41 seconds
Created by Bunk Beds.net
okay, so it was 38 seconds, but when i did the HTML the first time i did it wrong; then i went back and took the test again, & gained an extra 3 SECONDS! woooo.
ahah thanks jeff:)
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
i got into BYU-idaho!!
"you so totally rock!! ---DUUUDEEEE!!!" -crush.
but seriously. i GOT IN! not to be cocky or anything, but i was pretty sure i'd get into byui. not so sure about byu provo, which is what i really want, which is still pending...
but what i'm really excited about is going away to school!! i CANNOT wait. getting accepted into byui just means to me: getting out of cypress, CA. and going to school, by myself, on a campus that is spiritual as well as secular. its amazing! i just didnt wanna end up at cypress college...not that its a bad thing, but its just not the path i want to take.
it was soooo good to see those words on my application; "admitted. click here for additional instructions." AHHH. it was the BEST!
i love life:)
but seriously. i GOT IN! not to be cocky or anything, but i was pretty sure i'd get into byui. not so sure about byu provo, which is what i really want, which is still pending...
but what i'm really excited about is going away to school!! i CANNOT wait. getting accepted into byui just means to me: getting out of cypress, CA. and going to school, by myself, on a campus that is spiritual as well as secular. its amazing! i just didnt wanna end up at cypress college...not that its a bad thing, but its just not the path i want to take.
it was soooo good to see those words on my application; "admitted. click here for additional instructions." AHHH. it was the BEST!
i love life:)
Sunday, December 14, 2008
i almost died in disneyland.
well not really...just everything happened to prevent me from going to disneyland. [until later that night]
so heres the story. i drive to jeff's house, and he takes us the rest of the way..he lives pretty close, and he has a parking pass. so we get to disneyland, about to get in the lines, when i realize that i have left my disneyland pass in my car at his house. and my whole wallet. i called karina and asked her to get it. her mom had her car though, and she couldnt leave until she came back...which was an hour later. but she went over there, got it, then i called her to get my christmas shopping list for me too, and she got out of her car, grabbed it, then realized she locked herself out of the car. while it was running. she called her mom to come and unlock the car. it was embarassing. but we'll get over it. because i nearly died in disneyland. i'm sure of it.
and then...we had wayy too much fun.
the end.
:)
so heres the story. i drive to jeff's house, and he takes us the rest of the way..he lives pretty close, and he has a parking pass. so we get to disneyland, about to get in the lines, when i realize that i have left my disneyland pass in my car at his house. and my whole wallet. i called karina and asked her to get it. her mom had her car though, and she couldnt leave until she came back...which was an hour later. but she went over there, got it, then i called her to get my christmas shopping list for me too, and she got out of her car, grabbed it, then realized she locked herself out of the car. while it was running. she called her mom to come and unlock the car. it was embarassing. but we'll get over it. because i nearly died in disneyland. i'm sure of it.
and then...we had wayy too much fun.
the end.
:)
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
all i want for christmas is hugh jackman
man oh man is he gorgeous
and when he cries
its like a hole is ripping through my chest!
&& that australian accent!
ahhhhh.
that is ALL i want for christmas.
ps and by the way
go see australia. its amazing.
& on that note
karina and i found the best thing ever.
and started a new religion.
its called going to the movies every tuesday.
FOR THREE BUCKS.
yeah.
four star cinema.
every tuesday
3 bucks.
all day
all night.
its a beautiful thing. its the one in garden grove, by the bowling alley, for all you california peoples. you should hit it up too. man its GREAT. and our other religion now. yay! :)
mmkay. signing off. :)
and when he cries
its like a hole is ripping through my chest!
&& that australian accent!
ahhhhh.
that is ALL i want for christmas.
ps and by the way
go see australia. its amazing.
& on that note
karina and i found the best thing ever.
and started a new religion.
its called going to the movies every tuesday.
FOR THREE BUCKS.
yeah.
four star cinema.
every tuesday
3 bucks.
all day
all night.
its a beautiful thing. its the one in garden grove, by the bowling alley, for all you california peoples. you should hit it up too. man its GREAT. and our other religion now. yay! :)
mmkay. signing off. :)
Thursday, December 4, 2008
its official
my ipod is dead.
dead.
dead.
dead.
funeral is tomorrow.
and i'm still wearing black.
out of grief.
how does one go on after a loss like that???
maybe this isnt so much greif
as withdrawls
i'll admit. i was addicted.
and now.
i wonder how long it will take me to get over it.
probably just...forever.
:(
i was gonna go to the ipod store.
but i called & they said i have to see a technician.
and i'm a chicken.
its my own fault.
and i accept the consequences.
sadly.
dead.
dead.
dead.
funeral is tomorrow.
and i'm still wearing black.
out of grief.
how does one go on after a loss like that???
maybe this isnt so much greif
as withdrawls
i'll admit. i was addicted.
and now.
i wonder how long it will take me to get over it.
probably just...forever.
:(
i was gonna go to the ipod store.
but i called & they said i have to see a technician.
and i'm a chicken.
its my own fault.
and i accept the consequences.
sadly.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
new favorite christmas story, made me cry
A Brother Like That
Paul received an automobile from his brother as a Christmas present. On Christmas Eve when Paul came out of his office, a street urchin was walking around the shiny new car, admiring it. "Is this your car, Mister?" he asked. Paul nodded. "My brother gave it to me for Christmas." The boy was astounded. "You mean your brother gave it to you and it didn't cost you nothing? Boy, I wish..." He hesitated. Of course Paul knew what he was going to wish for. He was going to wish he had a brother like that. But what the lad said jarred Paul all the way down to his heels. "I wish," the boy went on, "that I could be a brother like that." Paul looked at the boy in astonishment, then impulsively he added, "Would you like to take a ride in my car?" "Oh yes, I'd love that." After a short ride, the boy turned and with his eyes aglow, said, "Mister, would you mind driving in front of my house?" Paul smiled a little. He thought he knew what the lad wanted. He wanted to show his neighbors that he could ride home in a shiny new car. But Paul was wrong again. "Will you stop where those two steps are?" the boy asked. He ran up the steps. Then in a little while Paul heard him coming back, but he was not coming fast. He was carrying his little crippled brother. He sat him down on the bottom step, then sort of squeezed up against him and pointed to the car. "There she is, Buddy, just like I told you upstairs. His brother gave it to him for Christmas and it didn't cost him a cent. And some day I'm gonna give you one just like it...then you can see for yourself all the pretty things in the Christmas windows that I've been trying to tell you about." Paul got out and lifted the lad to the front seat of his car. The shining-eyed older brother climbed in beside him and the three of them began a memorable holiday ride. That Christmas Eve, Paul learned what Jesus meant when he had said: "It is more blessed to give..."
Paul received an automobile from his brother as a Christmas present. On Christmas Eve when Paul came out of his office, a street urchin was walking around the shiny new car, admiring it. "Is this your car, Mister?" he asked. Paul nodded. "My brother gave it to me for Christmas." The boy was astounded. "You mean your brother gave it to you and it didn't cost you nothing? Boy, I wish..." He hesitated. Of course Paul knew what he was going to wish for. He was going to wish he had a brother like that. But what the lad said jarred Paul all the way down to his heels. "I wish," the boy went on, "that I could be a brother like that." Paul looked at the boy in astonishment, then impulsively he added, "Would you like to take a ride in my car?" "Oh yes, I'd love that." After a short ride, the boy turned and with his eyes aglow, said, "Mister, would you mind driving in front of my house?" Paul smiled a little. He thought he knew what the lad wanted. He wanted to show his neighbors that he could ride home in a shiny new car. But Paul was wrong again. "Will you stop where those two steps are?" the boy asked. He ran up the steps. Then in a little while Paul heard him coming back, but he was not coming fast. He was carrying his little crippled brother. He sat him down on the bottom step, then sort of squeezed up against him and pointed to the car. "There she is, Buddy, just like I told you upstairs. His brother gave it to him for Christmas and it didn't cost him a cent. And some day I'm gonna give you one just like it...then you can see for yourself all the pretty things in the Christmas windows that I've been trying to tell you about." Paul got out and lifted the lad to the front seat of his car. The shining-eyed older brother climbed in beside him and the three of them began a memorable holiday ride. That Christmas Eve, Paul learned what Jesus meant when he had said: "It is more blessed to give..."
Monday, December 1, 2008
& it was orange and chunky
crappy day. literally
it started off well. a cappella silent night in seminary, to which i was on time, and brother reed complimented me so sweetly. and everyone said they liked my hair, even though now i'm not so sure about it. and in chem the seating changed and i sit next to holly again and we are going to have a ball...but. then it turned south. [where does that expression come from anyway? whats wrong with the south?] chemistry test tomorrow that i forgot about, and forgot the book in my locker at school which i need for the homework and to study from. english i have to finish a big book and review it before next wednesday.
and then, walking to forensics, a BIRD crapped on me. in my hair, on my shoulder, IN my sweatshirt pocket, on my pants pocket, on my calf, and on my boot. and it was orange and chunky. it doesnt help that some asian girls were pointing as the crap fell and screaming. thanks. that really does a lot for me. point and scream nonsense in a language that i obviously can't understand and walk away after the fact. and THEN i had a headache. and then i had to take a make-up test in forensics that was ridiculous, and i got a C on.
DOUBLE-YOO TEE EFF??
and then mother was in a bad mood.
and we ALL know. if momma ain't happy, ain't nooooobody happy.
and. AINT THAT THE TRUTH.
thank goodness for psych. & monk.
& yay for failing chem tests tomorrow!
i heart failing!
it started off well. a cappella silent night in seminary, to which i was on time, and brother reed complimented me so sweetly. and everyone said they liked my hair, even though now i'm not so sure about it. and in chem the seating changed and i sit next to holly again and we are going to have a ball...but. then it turned south. [where does that expression come from anyway? whats wrong with the south?] chemistry test tomorrow that i forgot about, and forgot the book in my locker at school which i need for the homework and to study from. english i have to finish a big book and review it before next wednesday.
and then, walking to forensics, a BIRD crapped on me. in my hair, on my shoulder, IN my sweatshirt pocket, on my pants pocket, on my calf, and on my boot. and it was orange and chunky. it doesnt help that some asian girls were pointing as the crap fell and screaming. thanks. that really does a lot for me. point and scream nonsense in a language that i obviously can't understand and walk away after the fact. and THEN i had a headache. and then i had to take a make-up test in forensics that was ridiculous, and i got a C on.
DOUBLE-YOO TEE EFF??
and then mother was in a bad mood.
and we ALL know. if momma ain't happy, ain't nooooobody happy.
and. AINT THAT THE TRUTH.
thank goodness for psych. & monk.
& yay for failing chem tests tomorrow!
i heart failing!
Monday, November 24, 2008
toilets are my mortal enemy
so i've discovered:
i REALLY hate toilets.
say it in any lanuguage:
toilette
gabinetto
туалет
Klosettbrille
sustantivo
theyre STUPID
it took my ipod.
and ruined my ipod.
it was such a JERK
but, thank you, toilets, for taking my waste and depositing it where i dont have to smell it. it is very considerate of you.
JERKS
i want my ipod back! i mean working! cuz i went in and got it!
:(
i REALLY hate toilets.
say it in any lanuguage:
toilette
gabinetto
туалет
Klosettbrille
sustantivo
theyre STUPID
it took my ipod.
and ruined my ipod.
it was such a JERK
but, thank you, toilets, for taking my waste and depositing it where i dont have to smell it. it is very considerate of you.
JERKS
i want my ipod back! i mean working! cuz i went in and got it!
:(
Monday, November 17, 2008
it might be because i have this "x" feddish..
but. i love the nickname:
bex.
said by certain people of course.
this one? definitely claimed mostly by jackie.
and i think my fabulous aunt cami says it a lot too.
but really, i just love x's.
not many people have those in their name. its unique, you know?
so i claim it, officially, as mine.
bex.
said by certain people of course.
this one? definitely claimed mostly by jackie.
and i think my fabulous aunt cami says it a lot too.
but really, i just love x's.
not many people have those in their name. its unique, you know?
so i claim it, officially, as mine.
my lauren's friend from byu-i
this is the best compliment i've ever had in my life. from someone i've never met. and talked to maybe thrice. (i just really wanted to say thrice)
"i swear, i cant wait to meet you
i have a feeling im gonna need to pack extra pairs of underwear with how much im gonna laugh"
who could NOT love that?
i gotta say. i'm flattered. honestly.
but, how could i not be pee-your-pants-repeatedly-fun, when i start the conversation with "fatty fat fat?" and somewhere along the lines come up with, "i will forever be subservient to thee, o great one." ahah. okay. so that last comment was pretty much a tribute to myself and my greatness. sometimes i just can't help it.
oh how i love being a kid. most of the time.
oh and ps. this really isnt just some random girl. she' s my lauren's friend from byu-i. <3
"i swear, i cant wait to meet you
i have a feeling im gonna need to pack extra pairs of underwear with how much im gonna laugh"
who could NOT love that?
i gotta say. i'm flattered. honestly.
but, how could i not be pee-your-pants-repeatedly-fun, when i start the conversation with "fatty fat fat?" and somewhere along the lines come up with, "i will forever be subservient to thee, o great one." ahah. okay. so that last comment was pretty much a tribute to myself and my greatness. sometimes i just can't help it.
oh how i love being a kid. most of the time.
oh and ps. this really isnt just some random girl. she' s my lauren's friend from byu-i. <3
Sunday, November 16, 2008
sunday morning
rain is falling. "sunday mornings by maroon five" its in my playlist^
more like ASHES are falling. california is burning up. and were getting the ashes and smoke. my car is covered. in ashes. and so is our front porch. and its still falling.
ring around the rosy, pockets full of posy, ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
--how many of you sang that in your head?
but, its no joke. i dont even want to go outside. its hard to breathe. you know when you're camping and the smoke from the fire just wont stop following you? thats kinda how it feels right now. 24/7. the smoke is just everywhere. the ashes are in your hair, on your car, on your slippers when you go out to get the morning paper. asthmatics shouldnt leave their homes. agoraphobics have it made. the sky is brown, the sun is dimmed.
its a sad day in california today.
keep us in your prayers, guys.
more like ASHES are falling. california is burning up. and were getting the ashes and smoke. my car is covered. in ashes. and so is our front porch. and its still falling.
ring around the rosy, pockets full of posy, ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
--how many of you sang that in your head?
but, its no joke. i dont even want to go outside. its hard to breathe. you know when you're camping and the smoke from the fire just wont stop following you? thats kinda how it feels right now. 24/7. the smoke is just everywhere. the ashes are in your hair, on your car, on your slippers when you go out to get the morning paper. asthmatics shouldnt leave their homes. agoraphobics have it made. the sky is brown, the sun is dimmed.
its a sad day in california today.
keep us in your prayers, guys.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
hiccoughs; or hiccups?
this has always bothered me.
what is the real way to spell ... those annoying things?
that i have right now. and its really ticking me off.
i usually dont get them for a long time, like now. i [hiccup] once, maybe twice, really loud, and really obnoxiously (i have been told multiple times i sound like a pterodactyl) and then its over. but no, not this time. they arent really loud or really obnoxious. just ANNOYING TO ME. i mean, if i have the [hiccups] i want them to be annoying to everybody else too. and i was gifted with just the right kind. but these! the truly annoying ones. the small, and almost inconceivable to the naked eye ones. its just really, really annoying to me, and only me. where did i sign up for that?? nowhere. NOWHERE. well i guess i am grateful it isnt the really loud annoying ones, because one: there isnt anyone else home. and two: they hurt like the dickens.
aaaand they stopped. was it because i was saying mean things about them? did i hurt their feelings? well GOOD. and DONT come back.
i mean it.
anyone ever seen the guinness book of world records for [hiccups]? its like, years. how terrible would that be??? i would have hated to be that man. even to get my name in the guinness book. what if he lied? does anyone know the process it takes to get into the guinness book? it seems to me everyone would lie. but hey, thats just my view of the world.
and now: its peanut butter jelly time! good song, good song.
what is the real way to spell ... those annoying things?
that i have right now. and its really ticking me off.
i usually dont get them for a long time, like now. i [hiccup] once, maybe twice, really loud, and really obnoxiously (i have been told multiple times i sound like a pterodactyl) and then its over. but no, not this time. they arent really loud or really obnoxious. just ANNOYING TO ME. i mean, if i have the [hiccups] i want them to be annoying to everybody else too. and i was gifted with just the right kind. but these! the truly annoying ones. the small, and almost inconceivable to the naked eye ones. its just really, really annoying to me, and only me. where did i sign up for that?? nowhere. NOWHERE. well i guess i am grateful it isnt the really loud annoying ones, because one: there isnt anyone else home. and two: they hurt like the dickens.
aaaand they stopped. was it because i was saying mean things about them? did i hurt their feelings? well GOOD. and DONT come back.
i mean it.
anyone ever seen the guinness book of world records for [hiccups]? its like, years. how terrible would that be??? i would have hated to be that man. even to get my name in the guinness book. what if he lied? does anyone know the process it takes to get into the guinness book? it seems to me everyone would lie. but hey, thats just my view of the world.
and now: its peanut butter jelly time! good song, good song.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
are you too manly to say "pretty"?
so i just had the greatest conversation on facebook.
thank you, clinton jamison.
his status said "clinton jamison is writing a report on diatoms."
and this, of course, set my nerdy side a-tingling
and i get all excited--why? ultimate nerdiness here: i absolutely LOVE diatoms. like, really. i love them. they're so amazing. if you dont know what they are, here's a little summary from my friend wiki:
"Diatoms are a major group of eukaryotic algae, and are one of the most common types of phytoplankton. Most diatoms are unicellular, although they can exist as colonies in the shape of filaments or ribbons (e.g. Fragillaria), fans (Meridion), zigzags (Tabellaria), or stellate colonies (Asterionella). Diatoms are producers. A characteristic feature of diatom cells is that they are encased within a unique cell wall made of silica (hydrated silicon dioxide) called a frustule. These frustules show a wide diversity in form, some quite beautiful and ornate, but usually consist of two asymmetrical sides with a split between them, hence the group name. Diatom communities are a popular tool for monitoring environmental conditions, past and present, and are commonly used in studies of water quality."
so its long. but how could i resist an oppourtunity to teach!? they're wayy cool. but they say a picture is worth a thousand words, & even though i could give you a thousand words instead, here they are:
arent they pretty??
but anyway, back to my story.
i facebook chatted him. and our conversation goes a little like this.
me: "ps. i love diatoms"
him: "you are one of the few. nah. they're okay"
me: "they're amazing!"
him: "well what makes them really cool is their ability to withstand pressure and [insert some smart comment here, it escapes my feeble memory]"
me: "and they're pretty. dont forget they're pretty"
him: "yeah i guess they look cool"
me: "too manly to say pretty? its okay, i get it. ahahhah"
him: "fine they're pretty. happy now?"
me: "very:"
him: "as long as i made your day..lol"
me: "yessir, you did indeed"
little did he know i was going to write an entire blog about it!
so yes, my geeky bio nerd side comes out every so often. but when people say things like diatoms, i am powerless to resist.
thank you, clinton jamison.
his status said "clinton jamison is writing a report on diatoms."
and this, of course, set my nerdy side a-tingling
and i get all excited--why? ultimate nerdiness here: i absolutely LOVE diatoms. like, really. i love them. they're so amazing. if you dont know what they are, here's a little summary from my friend wiki:
"Diatoms are a major group of eukaryotic algae, and are one of the most common types of phytoplankton. Most diatoms are unicellular, although they can exist as colonies in the shape of filaments or ribbons (e.g. Fragillaria), fans (Meridion), zigzags (Tabellaria), or stellate colonies (Asterionella). Diatoms are producers. A characteristic feature of diatom cells is that they are encased within a unique cell wall made of silica (hydrated silicon dioxide) called a frustule. These frustules show a wide diversity in form, some quite beautiful and ornate, but usually consist of two asymmetrical sides with a split between them, hence the group name. Diatom communities are a popular tool for monitoring environmental conditions, past and present, and are commonly used in studies of water quality."
so its long. but how could i resist an oppourtunity to teach!? they're wayy cool. but they say a picture is worth a thousand words, & even though i could give you a thousand words instead, here they are:
arent they pretty??
but anyway, back to my story.
i facebook chatted him. and our conversation goes a little like this.
me: "ps. i love diatoms"
him: "you are one of the few. nah. they're okay"
me: "they're amazing!"
him: "well what makes them really cool is their ability to withstand pressure and [insert some smart comment here, it escapes my feeble memory]"
me: "and they're pretty. dont forget they're pretty"
him: "yeah i guess they look cool"
me: "too manly to say pretty? its okay, i get it. ahahhah"
him: "fine they're pretty. happy now?"
me: "very:"
him: "as long as i made your day..lol"
me: "yessir, you did indeed"
little did he know i was going to write an entire blog about it!
so yes, my geeky bio nerd side comes out every so often. but when people say things like diatoms, i am powerless to resist.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
i keep logging on
hoping against hope for someone other than me to post a blog
and to spare me the monotony of a biology lab on mitosis.
but alas, it is not to be.
i must suffer through. uninterrupted.
how dull and boring.
and yet, it really irks me to be interrupted at other times.
how so?
humans are so crazy sometimes!
yeah, i know, i just insulted myself.
but it needed to be said.
^^asianbecca.
and to spare me the monotony of a biology lab on mitosis.
but alas, it is not to be.
i must suffer through. uninterrupted.
how dull and boring.
and yet, it really irks me to be interrupted at other times.
how so?
humans are so crazy sometimes!
yeah, i know, i just insulted myself.
but it needed to be said.
^^asianbecca.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
a mom-ish day
so today i got a little inkling of what it might be like to be a mother and a wife.
and i dont know what to think about it.
i almost liked it-it felt so much better than the pressure of school and friends. but of course, i only went shopping, cleaned up a bit, ran some errands, picked up little bro and dropped him off everywhere, and sort of babysat little kids.
i guess i'll find out...later. a lot later. what its really like. it should be interesting, my friends. it should be interesting.
but now. i have to go back to being a teenager again. homework. pimples. and good old procrastination.
and i dont know what to think about it.
i almost liked it-it felt so much better than the pressure of school and friends. but of course, i only went shopping, cleaned up a bit, ran some errands, picked up little bro and dropped him off everywhere, and sort of babysat little kids.
i guess i'll find out...later. a lot later. what its really like. it should be interesting, my friends. it should be interesting.
but now. i have to go back to being a teenager again. homework. pimples. and good old procrastination.
Monday, November 10, 2008
a temporary hiatus
in the midst of all the craziness we call life...
is wonderful.
today was such a day. i had plans, make no mistake. i stayed home from school, partly because it is ridiculous not to have today off when we have tomorrow off, and partly because i just couldnt stand going. aaannnd partly because i woke up feeling very slightly nauseous (emphasis on the very slightly).
but i did plan to clean. do my homework. clean the house. but if i tallied up what i did today? its pretty ridiculous. one load of laundry. dishes. started a grocery list. cleaned off some of the island, even though that is cluttered again. all that in a 9 hour period? because yes, i got out of bed at noon, and today is one of the very few days i actually feel rested. wow, becca. i am extremely accomplished. warning: sarcasm afoot.
and yet. i dont feel bad, like i should. i feel like i kind of deserved a day off. or needed it. i feel like now, with one rest day behind me, i can actually start to get some of the things that i've been putting off, done. recharged batteries, maybe? a temporary hiatus might be necessary for my survival once in a while, i think. isnt that the concept of a vacation, too? not for MY family, by any means, but for normal people. a temporary hiatus? sounds like a good idea to me.
now only to convince my mother...
is wonderful.
today was such a day. i had plans, make no mistake. i stayed home from school, partly because it is ridiculous not to have today off when we have tomorrow off, and partly because i just couldnt stand going. aaannnd partly because i woke up feeling very slightly nauseous (emphasis on the very slightly).
but i did plan to clean. do my homework. clean the house. but if i tallied up what i did today? its pretty ridiculous. one load of laundry. dishes. started a grocery list. cleaned off some of the island, even though that is cluttered again. all that in a 9 hour period? because yes, i got out of bed at noon, and today is one of the very few days i actually feel rested. wow, becca. i am extremely accomplished. warning: sarcasm afoot.
and yet. i dont feel bad, like i should. i feel like i kind of deserved a day off. or needed it. i feel like now, with one rest day behind me, i can actually start to get some of the things that i've been putting off, done. recharged batteries, maybe? a temporary hiatus might be necessary for my survival once in a while, i think. isnt that the concept of a vacation, too? not for MY family, by any means, but for normal people. a temporary hiatus? sounds like a good idea to me.
now only to convince my mother...
Sunday, November 9, 2008
i heart fat people butter dishes.
so my mom got that from one of her friends awhile back...it was the greatest thing i have ever seen in my entire life.
it definitely makes my day everytime i think about it.
whoever made that? was genius. props to them.
fat women in bathing suits ON A BUTTER DISH.
the symmetry is just beautiful.
ps. thats how i'm gonna look when im a gma. or even a mom. haha. who knows? just one day: i will be fat.
just waiting for the tar and feathers
so all this nonsense about the "no on prop 8" people blaming the mormons?
is REALLY starting to tick me off.
lets look at the facts.
sure, the mormon PEOPLE contributed to the yes on 8 campaign. not the church, the members. the church had nothing to do with money passing from its members to the protecting marriage foundation. so their claims that the mormon church should become a politcal party & pay taxes because they were so heavily involved? are completely unfounded and ridiculous.
secondly: they claim they dont want us forcing our beliefs on them? well thats a two way street, babe. by legalizing gay marriage, we are FORCED to accept them as a married couple, which most definitely goes against OUR beliefs.
thirdly: they claim it is discrimination and hatred. guess what. its not. simple as that.
fourthly: if youre gonna attack our church, at least get your facts straight. WE DONT BELIEVE IN POLYGAMY ANYMORE. and i'm sick of hearing people relate it to that. there is no credibility in anything said with the word "polygamy" in it. theres no way to compare it. (for those who dont know what i'm talking about, here is the quote. "i cant see how mormons are against gay marriage, when they themselves practice polygamy." except they sounded like an idiot when they said it, because they were too stupid to use correct grammar)
they picketed our temples, shouted "shame on you" at us, and singled us out, when we comprise about 4.3% of california voters, and over 50% voted yes to pass this piece of legislature.
they talk of discrimination? well this is just making it worse for the mormons. thank you, no on 8, for making life for me and my future children difficult.
its time to get over it, people.
(ps. sorry. most of the people who read my blog are mormon. and dont even live in this state. but i just needed to get that out.)
is REALLY starting to tick me off.
lets look at the facts.
sure, the mormon PEOPLE contributed to the yes on 8 campaign. not the church, the members. the church had nothing to do with money passing from its members to the protecting marriage foundation. so their claims that the mormon church should become a politcal party & pay taxes because they were so heavily involved? are completely unfounded and ridiculous.
secondly: they claim they dont want us forcing our beliefs on them? well thats a two way street, babe. by legalizing gay marriage, we are FORCED to accept them as a married couple, which most definitely goes against OUR beliefs.
thirdly: they claim it is discrimination and hatred. guess what. its not. simple as that.
fourthly: if youre gonna attack our church, at least get your facts straight. WE DONT BELIEVE IN POLYGAMY ANYMORE. and i'm sick of hearing people relate it to that. there is no credibility in anything said with the word "polygamy" in it. theres no way to compare it. (for those who dont know what i'm talking about, here is the quote. "i cant see how mormons are against gay marriage, when they themselves practice polygamy." except they sounded like an idiot when they said it, because they were too stupid to use correct grammar)
they picketed our temples, shouted "shame on you" at us, and singled us out, when we comprise about 4.3% of california voters, and over 50% voted yes to pass this piece of legislature.
they talk of discrimination? well this is just making it worse for the mormons. thank you, no on 8, for making life for me and my future children difficult.
its time to get over it, people.
(ps. sorry. most of the people who read my blog are mormon. and dont even live in this state. but i just needed to get that out.)
Friday, November 7, 2008
good ol' adrenaline!
i've always wanted:
to look cool using one of those paddle boards with the balls attached to an elastic string.
but
i think they were invented just to make people look stupid.
if i came up to you and i was just nochalantly bouncing the ball perfectly in the center of the board and not scrambling after it, not even looking at it, and carrying on a conversation with you at the same time, you'd think i was cool right?
man i wish i were cool like that.
to look cool using one of those paddle boards with the balls attached to an elastic string.
but
i think they were invented just to make people look stupid.
if i came up to you and i was just nochalantly bouncing the ball perfectly in the center of the board and not scrambling after it, not even looking at it, and carrying on a conversation with you at the same time, you'd think i was cool right?
man i wish i were cool like that.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
mexican drug dealer
my brother used to tell me that the only way i could ever make it in life was to drop out of school, move to mexico and sell drugs.
i'm starting to think he's right
and that it sounds like a very, very nice alternative to school right now.
but then he always changed his mind
and said i wasnt even smart enough to sell drugs.
ah well. bank robber it is. oh no thats if i'm a liar.
DITCH DIGGER; the agreed upon high school dropout job in my family.
got it. my purpose in life..now to dropout!
yay!
i'm starting to think he's right
and that it sounds like a very, very nice alternative to school right now.
but then he always changed his mind
and said i wasnt even smart enough to sell drugs.
ah well. bank robber it is. oh no thats if i'm a liar.
DITCH DIGGER; the agreed upon high school dropout job in my family.
got it. my purpose in life..now to dropout!
yay!
blog about blog
so apparently my sister showed my mother how to get onto the blogging site.
ohhhhhh funny
she was offended at my blog! how rude, right? mostly the halloween one, because i have no good memories of halloween. she says she spent hours making my costumes, and even when i one month she made me TWO costumes!
well. heres MY rebuttal. (thats what she called her comeback. apparently, theres a political buzz in the air. go figure)
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO REMEMBER WHEN I WAS ONE MONTH OLD?
so, i really dont have any good halloween memories. if i cant remember them, they arent my memories.
and there you have it my friends. simplest rebuttal i've said in a LONG time. what with all this prop 8 nonsense and obama mccain shizzzz.
but thats another post altogether now. :)
ohhhhhh funny
she was offended at my blog! how rude, right? mostly the halloween one, because i have no good memories of halloween. she says she spent hours making my costumes, and even when i one month she made me TWO costumes!
well. heres MY rebuttal. (thats what she called her comeback. apparently, theres a political buzz in the air. go figure)
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO REMEMBER WHEN I WAS ONE MONTH OLD?
so, i really dont have any good halloween memories. if i cant remember them, they arent my memories.
and there you have it my friends. simplest rebuttal i've said in a LONG time. what with all this prop 8 nonsense and obama mccain shizzzz.
but thats another post altogether now. :)
Sunday, November 2, 2008
its a zoo in here!
literally. it was a zoo in Sea Gate Veterinary Hostpital. yesterday. it was ridiculous! we had about a half hours peace from 9-930, then the ruckus began. people began pouring in. we didnt have enough chairs even. people were squatting with their animals on the ugly tile floor. (we can only hope that whoever worked on friday cleaned the floors well!)
a turtle came in, who had been in a fight with another turtle (yes, turtles fight) and the owner was getting ready to bury it that morning when he saw that it moved..it was bad. we put him down at the end of the day...you could see his lung from where he was wounded, by his head. it was bad. and smelled terrible. turtles dying? is gross. we had two minpins come in too, who swore that it was just a quick check over...and ended up being the BANE of my existence. one of them, the one who wouldnt SHUT UP, had sliced the skin of his paw off somehow...and he was having difficulty putting is manliness back where it was supposed to be. neither of them were neutered. so they,uh, play around a lot. and dr chang explained this in detail to the client. (ps. FIX YOUR FREAKING ANIMALS, PEOPLE) the other one was throwing up, not eating, had diarrhea (which was literally: poopy smelling water) and would not be still or shut up.(and it got it's waterpoo on my boob. soaked through the scrubs and everything.) and then a seizure patient came in who had had two more seizures last night. and then two turtles came in for prehibernation check ups. and then a golden with a really bad ear problem came in..ear hematoma. surgery to be scheduled. and then a guy with a black cat came in--he was holding the cat. NEVER bring a cat into a veterinarian's office without a carrier. it ONLY causes problems. (same thing goes for a dog without a leash. then a lab with another ear problem came in. then a cat, for vaccinations. oh and we had some guinea pigs too. they scream soooo loud. we gave them shots. weird, huh?
and all of this was supposed to be squeezed in from the hours of 9-1. but it ended up being 930-230. with no breaks. and stupid people. and headache animals. and dying turtles.
needless to say, it was a longggg day.
a turtle came in, who had been in a fight with another turtle (yes, turtles fight) and the owner was getting ready to bury it that morning when he saw that it moved..it was bad. we put him down at the end of the day...you could see his lung from where he was wounded, by his head. it was bad. and smelled terrible. turtles dying? is gross. we had two minpins come in too, who swore that it was just a quick check over...and ended up being the BANE of my existence. one of them, the one who wouldnt SHUT UP, had sliced the skin of his paw off somehow...and he was having difficulty putting is manliness back where it was supposed to be. neither of them were neutered. so they,uh, play around a lot. and dr chang explained this in detail to the client. (ps. FIX YOUR FREAKING ANIMALS, PEOPLE) the other one was throwing up, not eating, had diarrhea (which was literally: poopy smelling water) and would not be still or shut up.(and it got it's waterpoo on my boob. soaked through the scrubs and everything.) and then a seizure patient came in who had had two more seizures last night. and then two turtles came in for prehibernation check ups. and then a golden with a really bad ear problem came in..ear hematoma. surgery to be scheduled. and then a guy with a black cat came in--he was holding the cat. NEVER bring a cat into a veterinarian's office without a carrier. it ONLY causes problems. (same thing goes for a dog without a leash. then a lab with another ear problem came in. then a cat, for vaccinations. oh and we had some guinea pigs too. they scream soooo loud. we gave them shots. weird, huh?
and all of this was supposed to be squeezed in from the hours of 9-1. but it ended up being 930-230. with no breaks. and stupid people. and headache animals. and dying turtles.
needless to say, it was a longggg day.
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