For all you grunge fans out there...

So Emily and I work approximately 4 blocks from each other. Yet we've only gotten together for lunch twice now. Today being the second time. Today I forgot my delicious lunch that I had prepared. A low-light of my morning, realizing that tragedy. But it turned into a highlight of my day. Since I couldn't just eat at my desk like I normally do (lame) and had to go buy something, I figured I might as well see what Emily was up to for lunch. So I took a little stroll down to her office, we purchased some delectible cuisine, and decided to sit outside since it is such a beautiful day.

Best. decision. ever.

Turns out they do concerts in the park out there every day. They call it the Lunch Bunch. (cute, huh?)

Today's local talent was unintentionally hilarious. A group of guys in their late 30s or 40s. Still chasing their dream. Inspiring, really.

We had to take a little walk to get a peek at how many people were actually sitting down by the stage. Emily guessed 22. I guessed 14. We were both too high. As we passed by, the drummer, sporting a Hawaiian shirt and a long white ponytail, smiled and made eyes at me.

You know I'll be there when they return August 2. Join me. Please.

Avoid Eye Contact

This is living in my pipes.

She woke up and started making noise a few days ago. Loud noise. Right through my bathroom wall. At first we thought it sounded like the house was just suffering from indigestion. I shared this thought with Matt the Landlord and he said that could be it. Or it could be the sub pump blah blah blah.

But before we could make it to Costco to get enough Pepto to remedy the situation, it hit me. How could I have not figured it out before? I realized that we were all in grave danger. Especially Matt the Landlord, who said he would come over and check the pipes.

Maybe I should warn him. He has a nice smile.

Here Comes the Sun.

Summer might be coming. I'm not sure.

Either way, I'm in need of some new sunglasses.

Thoughts on these?

Love-Hate

Things I love about today: 1. Sunshine and finally feeling like Spring. 2. New tights. 3. Driving to work this morn with Showtunes taking over one of the radio stations (it took me 90% of the drive there to realize the correlation between this Friday Morning Miracle and April Fools' Day). Things I hate about today: 1. See number 1 above. And then realize I am inside. 2. Client is coming to sign some papers, but not until almost 5, so I am stuck inside until then. 3. The announcement that there were treats in the break room, and then the sign on the table that said April Fools! Rude.

Phone, meet toilet.

I had hoped you would never meet, but now you have.

Apparently the little muffin-top-esque shelf that is created when I roll the top of my sweatpants is not an appropriate nor a safe place to perch my phone when my hands are full of other things. Especially if I plan to forget that I placed the phone there and then go into the bathroom to get ready for bed.

Whoops, I'm crazy!

This is why I always keep the toilet seat closed. I had a roommate that fought with me about this once, saying that when she needed to go, she NEEDED to GO and didn't have that extra half second it takes to lift the lid. I remain firm in my conviction that the lid belongs down as much as possible. Precisely for reasons such as this.

Needless to say, my hand has never plunged into a toilet bowl so quickly (I was very grateful the water was clean). I took it apart, dried it off as best I could, put it back together, and turned it on. Anytime I pushed a button, it would act as if I pushed like 15 other buttons.

So into a bag of rice my celly friend went. Tried again this morning. White screen of death. Back into the rice.

Just tried again, and while I was out of the room, I called my dad. And then in the middle of our phone call "I" started text messaging random numbers. So if you get a weird message from me (especially if you are on my speed dial, which, let's face it, if you are one of the 7 people who read this blog there is a good chance you are), I apologize.

Back into the rice....Otherwise, we may have to revert to Short Mail...

Hap Prez Day

I had much different vision for this post, but then thefacebook.com decided to ruin lives in just one more way.*

And Janna said I have like 50 unfinished drafts saved on here. Untrue. It is less than 10. But even so, I did not want to add another one to the pile.

So instead I will share with you some facts about our 11th President, James K. Polk.

And I will let you learn them the same way I did: through song.

*It would not let me save a picture, which was apparently taken on Janna's camera and not my own. Are we going to have to go back to the days where everyone has to get a picture on their own camera...or EMAIL them to each other? Young Hickory would not have let that happen.

NGO

You know how there are some things that just never get old?

Like the fact that Darren is color blind?*

And I just laughed out loud to myself thinking about all the jokes we can/have made about it. I might be a bad person. But it's always funny. Every. Single. Time.

Here's another one that gets me every time. It's just always funny.

*Imagine this sentence in multiple colors. If you can. (Blogger hates me.)

Dilemma

The Superbowl is just over 24 hours away. And I don't know who to root for.

I have equally legitimate reasons to cheer for either team.

Green Bay:

They have the same colors as my alma mater, Shawnee Mission South.

Pittsburgh:

Snoop Dogg is cheering for the Steelers.

Also, the Steelers have this crazy-haired BYU Alum:

I just don't know what to do.

Help?

It's like they wrote this song about me.

So I've never actually watched Veggie Tales (was it a TV series? movies? I'm sure wikipedia.org could tell me, but that's not the point). But I do know that Katie Duncan has never been to Boston in the fall. Which is apparently a Veggie Tales song.

So I watched this video, since it will soon not apply to me (the Boston part anyway).

And when I did, I discovered how much it described my life.

I mean, a few things are inaccurate: I've been to Denver. And St. Paul (that's a new one this last summer). But I didn't bury treasure there, so really I guess it's just the Denver one. Pretty much everything else is accurate:

I've never been to Greenland.

I've never swabbed a poop deck (not really sure what swabbing entails, not interested in finding out).

Sometimes I feel like a pirate (ok, not a pirate) who doesn't do anything (I need a job. Real bad. I have far too much time on my hands).

I've never been to Boston, in any season (including fall).

And the clincher: I don't look good in leggings (darn you, current fashion trends).

It was a little creepy. It's like those veggies were singing the story of my life.

Melanie wanted a shout out. Because she reads this blog a few times a year.

The Dream Team

I almost entitled this post "Another Saturday Night and We Ain't Got Nobody", but decided that that kind of pathetic didn't need to go into the title.

Anyways, last weekend, in honor of things changing with the new school year and such, we decided to make some goals for ourselves. A little funny since none of us are actually still in school, except Eben, but we are still here in the Prov living the college lifestyle so we'll go along with it for now.

We made some group centered goals for everyone and also some personal goals for the week. Please pay attention to the star chart. You can never go wrong with a good star chart. We have since moved the goals to a higher technology that is a Google Doc. I love Google Docs almost as much as I love star charts.

These are the people that were fortunate enough to be there in person when it all began, (Eben is looking forward to graduate life already, it was a crazy night).



We have now included some of our dearest friends from across the country in our goals as well. And that is how The Dream Team (or at least this version) was born.

The Dream Team
Not Pictured: Mark Skinner, Deanna Roark, Eben Hinton



Here's to becoming better in all areas of life!

Dear Brian Littrell

Dear Brian,

I just wanted to write a quick note to say thanks for an unforgettable night. I know it's been 2.5 months now, but I still just can't stop thinking about it.

You know, I may not have ever told you this, but back when you guys were first big in the U.S., I totally had a crush on you. A lot of my friends thought Nick was the cutie, but you were the one I was drawn to. You promised you'd be there to make me smile. You promised to never break my heart. You promised you'd be the one. Needless to say, you won me over. You were my fire. I knew that without you all I was going to be was incomplete.

I guess what I really want to say is...Thanks for sticking with it all these years. I know you probably get a lot of crap for still being in a "boy" band at age 35, but I, for one, respect that you are not ashamed of who you are. You wear the matching sequined "B" jacket with pride.

And you still totally own that classic boy band choreography (more than Nick can say...but I'm not sure he was ever a great dancer). Very impressive.

So even though Nick is undeniably the most attractive Backstreet Boy now (and funny how 5 years doesn't seem like much of an age gap anymore), I just wanted you to know that you'll always hold a special place in my heart.

xoxo

19 November 2010

Last night as I was laying in bed, wishing I had my chapstick that was in the other room, I started thinking how nice it would be to be able to conjure up a nice summoning charm. Accio chapstick! I think I may have even started practicing my swish and flick.

[Subject Change]*

You know those dreams where you realize you completely forgot to attend one of your classes all semester and now you have to go take the final? I don't. My mom said she still has that dream from time to time, but somehow I never had stressful test dreams. Until this summer. Go figure, I wait until after I graduate before I start having school nightmares.

Yeah, the Bar was that scary for me.

But the dreams never actually involved the test itself. It was always me, unable to get to the test (I had a very conscious fear of not getting there on time). I didn't have a pencil, and couldn't take the test.** Or we were trying to get pizza before the test and all the pizza places were closed. You know, weird stuff that makes sense in dreams and causes very real stress.

I didn't dream about the actual test until about 2 days beforehand. That one was terrible. I just kept writing essays I didn't know the answers to.*** I woke up and saw that it was like 3am, but I didn't want to go back to sleep if it meant that I had to dream about the next part of the test.

But the worst part is, I didn't start sleeping better when the test was over. I woke up a couple mornings ago in a panic. Oh my gosh, is the Bar today? Did I miss it? Can I still make it on time? That fleeting but intensely fearful sensation may have been worse than any of the dreams.

This post is getting boring and I'd like to be done reliving the Bar in any form.

Let's finish the way we started: HP.

*At one point, the above thought was connected to the below thought in my mind, but I no longer see the connection and am not going to attempt to make a smooth transition.

**This was obviously before I found out pencils were not even allowed.

***Although, maybe my dream wasn't quite as bad as one of my friends, who had a dream where he opened the cover of the test booklet and the first question was about Organic Chemistry. Talk about nightmares.

The Final Countdown

It has come to this. Jill has graduated from law school and after months of studying she is taking the Bar this Tuesday and Wednesday. I'll just be glad to have it over so she can start enjoying the summer with us. I think she might agree. Good luck Jill!

fishtail.

Rational Thoughts

So it might be an understatement to say I'm not a morning person. I love how much I can get done when I am awake early, and really do LIKE mornings. It's the getting out of bed part that I just can't do.

I get all sorts of thoughts that seem to make sense at the time, but when I think back on them, they make little to no sense at all. They usually involve reasons for me to stay in bed. I'm REALLY good at convincing myself that it would be a better idea to go back to sleep than get up and go to the gym (sometimes this happens even after I've been up and actually out of bed for a few minutes). I'm also pretty good at rationalizing skipping class.

Sometimes in the hour-long process of waking up and hitting snooze, my dreams mix with conscious thoughts.

Here's a thought pattern I had the other day:

(Note: This very well could have taken place over the course of like 30 minutes. Time is so fluid at this time of day.)

Oh man, it's St. Patrick's Day isn't it?

(Roll over.)

Yes, it's St. Patrick's Day.

(My pillow is so soft.)

Hmmm....That means it is ValPal's birthday.

(Stretch.)

I should give her a call. Or at least send a happy bday textual message.

(Get out of bed. Walk down hall, through kitchen, through laundry room, towards bathroom.)

Man, good thing I wore green shorts to bed. I wouldn't want to get pinched right now.

(Pause.)

Wait a second...it's June. It's not St. Patrick's Day. And it's not Val's birthday.

That's too bad.

Teacher, can I use the Hall Pass?

I've maybe expressed how law school = middle school (mostly just the first year).

I had all my classes with the same subsection of our class. My classes were assigned. My carrel was like my locker, which I visited between each class to trade out books I needed for each class. I never had to leave the building all day.

The difference was that my friends were approaching 30, not 13.

And now I've reverted even further (farther? I still don't know):

Bar Prep = elementary school.

Here's what I did in class yesterday.

I filled in blanks in a workbook.

What? You don't trust me to take notes on my own on my computer without getting distracted by gchat and wikipedia?

Thank you BarBri for realizing I have the attention span of a 2nd grader.

Choices

We have to make a lot of choices in life. Some of the most difficult involve which celebrity gossip to believe and what to dismiss as false.

For example, some celebrity "trivia" I choose to believe:

Jamie Lee = hermaphrodite.

"Lady" Gaga may actually be "Sir" Gaga.

There is a website called ladygagaisaman dot com. What more proof do you need?

And some falsehoods I refuse to just blindly accept:

Tupac is dead.

TMZ saw him in New Orleans recently.

And this article citing the Top 20 reasons (narrowed down from 50) why he's alive points out some striking parallels between Mr. Shakur and Machiavelli. An interesting read.

And most recently...

Wentworth Miller is gay.

Just because he is the frontman for a popular men’s high-fashion line in South Korea (you have good taste, Korea) doesn't mean he is gay.

Z....and Done! (phew!)

Janna is grateful for this sweet face she gets to see every time she opens her kitchen cupboard.

Not sure why she doesn't eat more. That's some pretty strong incentive (or at least pretty incentive).

And I'm grateful for zodiac signs. Because a zodiac compatibility website told me that this guy and I are a "perfect connection."

Apparently we are "well suited intellectually and every other way."

I might be in love.

Y

That's my school!

(Or at least, it was.)

X? Not so much.

So unless I decided to mention something X-rated here, which I won't, because I'm not that kind of girl, this post has nothing to do with the letter X. However, today Darren pointed out to me that I missed the birthday of my favorite baseball player. I am shamefaced. So, here's to you Joe. Happy Birthday. I love you.

p.s Jill, I feel like this should count as X anyways. At least I mentioned it.