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