I am ashamed, yet proud. Wait... just ashamed

I swear those ears are not fake.

Last night we were watching an episode of Samantha Who? and I kept thinking the doorman looked familiar. The resulting conversation went like this:

Me: That guy totally looks like the black spock guy from Star Trek.
Jon: (makes a motion like he has glasses)
Me: Not Geordi La Forge. (duh)
Jon: (glares at me with eyes that say, "are you kidding me right now?")
Me: (I realize what so easily and eagerly came out of my mouth and I hang my head in shame.)

But I knew that guy was from Star Trek! I wiki-ed it and turns out he was Lt. Tuvok. I thought, "of course, Tuvok!" Although he is actually on Star Trek: Voyager. Someone shoot me please.

Is it my fault my dad and brother watched this show every night at 9 p.m. and it was either go to bed or hang out with Jean-Luc Picard, Riker, Data and Worf? My TV loving self could not say no. I (and kenz, might I add) was immersed with things like the holodeck, Miles O'Brian who teleported people (apparently only people of Scottish descent can beam others up), and who could forget Whoopi Goldberg as the bartender?

It might be my fault I've seen the movies.

Move ye car, or walk the plank!

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Kenz and Tyler found this note on their car tonight outside our apartment. We tell them to park in this spot on purpose to annoy our neighbors. Our neighbors requested we move our car over to give them room to park AFTER they sideswiped our car in our parking spot. They deny hitting our car, but the scratches match perfectly (they haven't offered to do anything about it, and Jon is too kind to ask otherwise). Other parking spaces are about 10 feet away from their door, and it's not cold outside. Did I mention they have a full pirate's lair set up outside their front door--complete with hooks, nets, fake weathered maps, flags, coconuts, sand, eye patches, and mugs of mead? I haven't? Well, then. I wonder what these "loads" they take to their car consist of (Chests of gold? Sacks of jewels and goblets? Poop?).

monster birthday post

I know little words are required after this picture--it's obvious that I had a great birthday. We started off the morning with a 6 mile run--that didn't go too well but this beauty was waiting for me afterwards. Jon bought it used and apparently the seller threw in this hand made bow as a bonus. I figured I was getting a musical saw for my birthday cause I had been dropping hints for months, but when I saw the "bow" I thought Jon wanted me to go to the parking lot and create a fire from scratch. It's one of the greatest birthday gifts I've received. My mom knows this, but I have wanted to play the saw since high school, and now my dreams are finally realized.
Linda from my ward gave me some candy cigs, and I was extremely flattered. The sunglasses are shamefully trendy, but I don't care. I also got a great sewing book from Kenz, some other books and a shuffle from Jon, and the company of great friends. Me and Kenz wore completely matching outfits all day to honor our twin-ness as well. A successful day--except that I will never try to make my own dessert, especially if I have never made it before. "Raspberry Delight" is famous at my house and my mom always made it for my birthday. It's a layered chilled thing, but I only gave it about 2 hours to chill and it was all liquidy. Today it is glorious and firm--last night I offered my friends raspberry glop. I've learned my lesson, but Jon will probably have to remind me next year. Good thing we had Tyler's cupcakes as backup, when in fact my dessert was supposed to be a backup to Tyler's. Sometimes he struggles when he bakes.


For dinner we went to Pizzeria 712, which was so so! good. We had a 20 minute wait with nowhere to stand, so we walked over to "Gunnie's Hunter Warehouse." Amazing. So many Wranglers, guns, cowboy boots and beef. A world I know little about.

Last but not least... Jon had his last Declaration show. Totally trying to steal my birthday thunder. Strings were broken, feet were stomped, Half-Inch Man was sung. Jon's old roomies came and made the night truly magical, along with Meredith, Eric, Amber, and a couple of really enthusiastic young girls.

It was a long day, but a glorious day! Thanks to Jon for postponing your final, giving me a box full of organic treats, eating a J-dawg because I adore hot dogs, and being the best husband ever.

Tagged--I finally feel popular

Stace-face book tagged me. Here goes.

1. Pick up the nearest book (at least 123 pages).
2. Turn to page 123.
3. Find the 5th sentence
4. Post the 5th sentence on your blog.
5. Tag 5 people.

My nearest book was extremely loud and incredibly close, but as luck would have it, page 123 is completely blank. So, next choice is the 7 habits of highly effective people, which I am reading at work. I just figured out that I don't like capitalizing book titles that are like sentences.

"We are limited, but we can push back the borders of our limitations."

I like it. Here is who I tag:
Mom
Dad
Jake
Lindsay
Tiff

good things

1. Talked to two great people on the phone yesterday at work: One said, "it scares the poop out of me," and one was from the deep south and had been hitting the liquor pretty hard.
2. My mom got my dad to eat some quinoa.
3. My mom's most recent quilt includes a scrap of fabric from my MC hammer pants circa first grade (think purple, neon yellow, black, squiggles, and geometric shapes).
4. I actually saw someone who lives in the KOA RV park by the river this morning. It was an old man, with no teeth, hardly any clothes, and he yelled something at me I didn't understand. Creepster. At least there was chain link between us.
5. I'm reading Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close again and it's amazing because I read books so quickly that the second time is almost like the first because I forget what happens. And some things are so great you wish you could experience it for the first time again.
6. Jon whispered to me in church, "our future's so bright we need to wear shades." True words.
7. I'm turning 23 this week. My Michael Jordan birthday.

Mouse 3 us 0

I am so mad at the mouse right now. No fear, just anger. I saw it dart into our kitchen, then out of our front door (there is a large gap to the hallway) and we trapped it outside our door, I put a glue trap back on the other side of the gap, and he streaked back in and caught his tail in the trap!! We had him! he was a goner! He was squealing, the whole bit. Then he dragged himself and the trap under the stove, got the trap stuck, and got himself unstuck in the process. A chase between two different rooms ensued, and he got away. Jon and I ended up a little sweaty and out for blood. Failure has made us smarter, as we have put traps behind blind corners and in between door gaps he darts through. I think he's hiding in our huge radiator now, and he's unprepared for what he's up against. For once in my life I really wish I had a cat.

Just a typical saturday

Lately a few things have become real to me. a) we're moving to Portland b) we are going to have a dog when we move there. Well, I guess that's not a for sure but almost. Yesterday, we went to a dog shelter just to shop around. I had never been there to look for dogs before, and I was ill-prepared for what I was about to find:


As soon as we walked in every dog in the place started barking like crazy, trying to get our attention. I knew all of them were begging us to play with them, to love them. Except for one lab that was trying to attack us hard core. And I didn't look the pit bulls in the eyes so I can't vouch for them. Imagine being at an orphanage where all of the kids are locked in cribs saying, "Please take me home. Please take me home." Part of me wants a boston terrier puppy or some other small dog Paris Hilton has made popular but the recycling-walk, don't drive-non-hormone milk drinking-3/4-vegetarian part of me knows I should save one some day.

After that depressed our spirits a bit we went to an "antiques mall" off of I-15 which consisted of two small plane hanger type buildings crammed with things like antiquated bed pans and year books from 1928. Word to the wise Mom, don't get rid of that old pyrex you have (gold!). We looked plenty, were tempted sometimes (Kenz was fascinated by some Saddam Iraq money), but ended up leaving with a handful of the "smallest jawbreakers in the world."


The truth of this claim I highly doubt. If I was sucking on a jawbreaker, wouldn't it's decreasing size make that jawbreaker in my mouth the smallest jawbreaker in the world?

We spent the rest of the afternoon in our apartment, until we saw the mouse again, and then we went on a bike ride through the industrial part of Provo where we planned our next trip to San Francisco via 20 hour Amtrak ride. After some great Indian food and the second disc of Flight of the Concords, this Saturday was deemed first rate.

Insert Face Here/My Plea to the Universe

A Mouse!!!!!!!

We have a mouse in our house!!! Tyler and Mackenzie were in our living room when they both saw a mouse run across our kitchen floor behind our stove. When they both exclaimed that they had seen in a mouse my mind went completely blank and I just sat there trying to comprehend what they were saying. How long had this mouse been living with us? How many meals had we provided this mouse? How many meals had it helped us cook? After living here for more than a year we had never seen so much as a spider in this house. I felt like we were living in a steel fortress. I now feel like a submarine captain who has just found out there there is a leak in his vessel. Well we started to move the stove and fridge when all of a sudden the mouse jumped out from behind the stove and ran behind our radiator (I will admit that I yelped and jumped into the next room involuntarily). Armed with brooms and boxes we tried to corner it but it squeezed through a crack in the linoleum. I feel violated. I feel like some voyeur has been peeking through our windows for the past couple of months (which actually happened a few weeks ago for realz! Creepy!). What should we do? Any advice for a good method of getting rid of it? We're not sure if we want to kill it or not, so we are considering all methods at the moment...

Super Saturday

Waiting to watch the second session in the Legacy theater. From left: Brick breaker on phone, Tetris on ipod, checking email on iphone.

Due to an emergency evacuation of the building near the end of the session, we hit up the Pantry early and there was no line.

For those who are not familiar with the Naylor Conference Super Saturday, it goes something like this: Attend Saturday morning session (park at the Plaza hotel), walk to the BYU law school lunch at the JSMB and eat multi-meat sandwiches with 2 different types of salad and cookies, attend or watch the second session, walk to the pantry and eat again, girls change clothes (except for me, I never bring pants for some reason), boys attend priesthood while girls go the Gateway and buy mini bowls while their husbands are not there to stop them, girls ride trax back up to the Plaza where they meet the boys in the lobby (for the past 4-5 years we don't even stay there, we just pretend we belong) and watch part of a basketball game, go get ice cream. Over the past 8 years or so, this routine has rarely deviated. Sadly, yesterday was our last Super Saturday. It's been a great ride.

Police Beat

March 26: The mother of a BYU student called the police when she suspected that her daughter's roommate stole her butter knife. The mother later called to drop the charges.

I would love to hear the phone conversation that got this whole thing started in the first place.