Monday's used to be my favorite day of the week! I loved the new start, going back to work and school,not knowing what new adventures the week held... and I absolutely loathed the weekends. It was full of down time and nothing to do.
Now? For exactly those same reasons I loath Mondays and count the hours until the weekend. I can't wait for Thursday! The weekend will be here a day early and I will get to fill it with BBQ's, fireworks, and warm summer nights.
Just three more days and I will be home free!
Monday, June 30, 2008
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Current Music Obsession
Here is my current music obsession for those of you who are interested. Ingrid Michaelson has been on repeat lately for me. I actually like "die alone" a little better but "the way i am" is seriously so sweet and I love the music video. Listening to the song makes me want to dance with a really cute boy.
Saturday Shout Out: Mike Lyman
So I was having dinner with some friends tonight at Bucca de Bepo. (sp?) I came across a realization I have taken for granted all this time.
Mike Lyman is seriously one of the best people I know.
No joke. Is he perfect? No. Is he an outstanding person? YES! I can't even begin to list all the acts of service he has performed for me but just recently the a/c in my car was out. I was about to take a road trip and I really needed it fixed if I was going to go any further than three miles. I scheduled an appointment with my mechanic and he said it would be $50 just to LOOK at it. I mean that is fine and all but then I remembered that I had a friend who works at a mechanic shop. Not knowing anything about cars I called him and asked if he would come over after work sometime. He said he wouldn't be able to do much unless I brought it in. So... I got off work early one day and headed over there. He had to get permission for me to come in but he did. He had been working on taking out an engine and took a break to look at my car. He fixed my car at no cost to me. That was it and I was on my way. While I was there watching him work on my car he had gotten a call from someone else. They too wanted his help with their car and he told them a time he would be able to help and hung up the phone. That was it. No complaining. No nothing. I can't think of a more dependable person than him. Anytime anyone needs ANYTHING he is there. He can always be counted on. He goes above and beyond every single time because that is who he is. He gives the best hugs, will always call you by your nickname, takes amazing photos, and is one of the best friends anyone could ever ask for.
He doesn't blog and he doesn't read blogs but I think he deserves a shout out and the good energy out there in the universe.
Mike, thanks so much for always being there and being the great person you are. I love you!!
Mike Lyman is seriously one of the best people I know.
No joke. Is he perfect? No. Is he an outstanding person? YES! I can't even begin to list all the acts of service he has performed for me but just recently the a/c in my car was out. I was about to take a road trip and I really needed it fixed if I was going to go any further than three miles. I scheduled an appointment with my mechanic and he said it would be $50 just to LOOK at it. I mean that is fine and all but then I remembered that I had a friend who works at a mechanic shop. Not knowing anything about cars I called him and asked if he would come over after work sometime. He said he wouldn't be able to do much unless I brought it in. So... I got off work early one day and headed over there. He had to get permission for me to come in but he did. He had been working on taking out an engine and took a break to look at my car. He fixed my car at no cost to me. That was it and I was on my way. While I was there watching him work on my car he had gotten a call from someone else. They too wanted his help with their car and he told them a time he would be able to help and hung up the phone. That was it. No complaining. No nothing. I can't think of a more dependable person than him. Anytime anyone needs ANYTHING he is there. He can always be counted on. He goes above and beyond every single time because that is who he is. He gives the best hugs, will always call you by your nickname, takes amazing photos, and is one of the best friends anyone could ever ask for.
He doesn't blog and he doesn't read blogs but I think he deserves a shout out and the good energy out there in the universe.
Mike, thanks so much for always being there and being the great person you are. I love you!!
Friday, June 27, 2008
Friday's People Watchers
Today's people watching goes to the CUTEST old couple I saw on the sidewalk today. Well, they aren't the cutest but they definitely got an "aww" out of me. They were not too old, probably early seventies. They were holding hands and anxiously waiting to cross the street. The man was probably 6'5 or so and the woman 5'2ish. It is funny because I always like dating taller guys, and I think couples where the guy is significantly taller than the girl are so cute. I never thought about how it would turn out as they got older. They were not only cute, they were really affectionate and attentive towards one another. At one point she turned and hugged him and just looked up at him with 16 year old puppy love eyes. Only, I think they had the hint of puppy love, they were eyes of true love. It was the most beautiful thing I have seen in a while. Everyone knows I am down on love. I wonder what it is or if I will ever find it, but things like this... they just make my day. I have thought about that cute old couple several times today.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Today's Boring Blog
So much to blog about and no desire to do so. Actually, anytime I go to blog about something someone else blogs about it.
Hmm....
Vegas- My man Kyle blogged about it. My version is completely different than his but hey, you probably won't be hearing my version anytime soon. It involves energy and desire to do so. I will tell you that I did not spend a single dollar other than on food and I made 10 cents. Yes ladies and genteel... while walking along the strip I found a shiny (probably std infected) dime. I picked it up and counted myself richer than when I came.
Definitely, Maybe- I rented it from redbox while at the grocery store. Being home sick doesn't lend yourself to too many activities. I thought it would be cute and I was hoping that a certain guy would come over and watch it with me but he was busy. :( It's OK, in my opinion it was better that he wasn't there. I did not like the movie one bit. The cutest part? When the dad tells his daughter that she was his happy ending. Other than that I thought that definitely, maybe I would never watch this movie again. It was a waste of time.
I surely am a winner at life- Today I decided to take a break from my ipod. If I am not listening to my ipod then I am very loyal to 101.9 the end. However there was some lame commercial on so I switched the station. I immediately heard a garbled up song and you were supposed to guess what band/song it was. It was really easy so for the first time in my life I called in.
Hello?
Ugh, yeah. Is this the radio station?
Yeah...
Oh...well... I wanted to call in.
What's the song?
Panic! at the Disco, blast... I can't think of the song name. oh yeah...I write sin's not tradgedies.
GREAT! and can you tell me what radio station you heard it on?!?!
-----long pause----check the radio station.........107.9
107.9 the mix
yeah. 107.9 the mix
A conversation about Houston and the DJ's there ensued but nothing you really want to hear about. Not that you wanted to hear about me calling in either but oh well.
Wait, what?!? I won two cd's. nothing great. I went and picked them out. They didn't have a lot to choose from. I got Gavin Degraw and this kid called William Tell. Has anyone else heard of William? I have not. I have listened to a few songs so far though and I must say I am not disappointed. He slightly reminds me of The Rocket Summer. I don't know if that is a good thing or a bad thing but that's my opinion so far.
Hmm....
Vegas- My man Kyle blogged about it. My version is completely different than his but hey, you probably won't be hearing my version anytime soon. It involves energy and desire to do so. I will tell you that I did not spend a single dollar other than on food and I made 10 cents. Yes ladies and genteel... while walking along the strip I found a shiny (probably std infected) dime. I picked it up and counted myself richer than when I came.
Definitely, Maybe- I rented it from redbox while at the grocery store. Being home sick doesn't lend yourself to too many activities. I thought it would be cute and I was hoping that a certain guy would come over and watch it with me but he was busy. :( It's OK, in my opinion it was better that he wasn't there. I did not like the movie one bit. The cutest part? When the dad tells his daughter that she was his happy ending. Other than that I thought that definitely, maybe I would never watch this movie again. It was a waste of time.
I surely am a winner at life- Today I decided to take a break from my ipod. If I am not listening to my ipod then I am very loyal to 101.9 the end. However there was some lame commercial on so I switched the station. I immediately heard a garbled up song and you were supposed to guess what band/song it was. It was really easy so for the first time in my life I called in.
Hello?
Ugh, yeah. Is this the radio station?
Yeah...
Oh...well... I wanted to call in.
What's the song?
Panic! at the Disco, blast... I can't think of the song name. oh yeah...I write sin's not tradgedies.
GREAT! and can you tell me what radio station you heard it on?!?!
-----long pause----check the radio station.........107.9
107.9 the mix
yeah. 107.9 the mix
A conversation about Houston and the DJ's there ensued but nothing you really want to hear about. Not that you wanted to hear about me calling in either but oh well.
Wait, what?!? I won two cd's. nothing great. I went and picked them out. They didn't have a lot to choose from. I got Gavin Degraw and this kid called William Tell. Has anyone else heard of William? I have not. I have listened to a few songs so far though and I must say I am not disappointed. He slightly reminds me of The Rocket Summer. I don't know if that is a good thing or a bad thing but that's my opinion so far.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Pay It Forward
So, I have decided that reading Emily's blog has made me a winner at life. I am now a winner twice over! The only catch is I have to make the same promise on my blog as she did on hers. So here is the promise.
"I will send a handmade gift to the first 3 people who leave a comment on my blog requesting to join this PIF exchange. I don’t know what that gift will be yet and you may not receive it tomorrow or next week, but you will receive it within 365 days, which is my promise! The only thing you have to do in return is pay it forward by making the same promise on your blog."
Probably most of you who read my blog either have already participated in a PIF, or you have no desire to do so, but if you want to... leave a comment. If no one comments, I will randomly send handmade gifts to three women I really love who deserve it... because there is no such thing as a free lunch.
*You don't have to be a girl to comment.
"I will send a handmade gift to the first 3 people who leave a comment on my blog requesting to join this PIF exchange. I don’t know what that gift will be yet and you may not receive it tomorrow or next week, but you will receive it within 365 days, which is my promise! The only thing you have to do in return is pay it forward by making the same promise on your blog."
Probably most of you who read my blog either have already participated in a PIF, or you have no desire to do so, but if you want to... leave a comment. If no one comments, I will randomly send handmade gifts to three women I really love who deserve it... because there is no such thing as a free lunch.
*You don't have to be a girl to comment.
Slowly Slowly Dying
I am pretty sure I am dying
I can't begin to tell you why
I think I need another trip to the Dr
But wondering if I should even try.
I feel so yucky inside. It is now day 10 in case you are keeping track. I went to Vegas over the weekend and couldn't even fully enjoy it. Yesterday was so incredibly busy and all I wanted to do was come home lay down and cut open my body to find whatever fishy little thing is making me sick.
I am going to go lay back down now but I promise I will update in a few days and it will be great.
I can't begin to tell you why
I think I need another trip to the Dr
But wondering if I should even try.
I feel so yucky inside. It is now day 10 in case you are keeping track. I went to Vegas over the weekend and couldn't even fully enjoy it. Yesterday was so incredibly busy and all I wanted to do was come home lay down and cut open my body to find whatever fishy little thing is making me sick.
I am going to go lay back down now but I promise I will update in a few days and it will be great.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
I Need My Sleep
Anyone who has known me for any length of time knows never to wake me up from sleeping especially if it is for something retarded. I am mean when I wake up and even meaner if I feel it isn't justified. As a child my parents would wake me up at one or two in the morning to do dishes. This made me boil inside! The dishes could clearly wait to be done till the morning and I was sleeping. The only thing ever accomplished was that it added more mutterings under my breath at them. I can honestly say I have never once learned a lesson from being woken up.
If the house is on fire by all means wake me up. If you are dying please, throw a brick at my head and tell me to call 911 (or not because that might conflict with my dialing 911 and we might die together) but for no reason short of that should I ever be woken up. (well, maybe if there is a really cool party and I am missing it) But yes, do you catch my tokoyo drift here? I mean if it is a few minutes early that is fine, but hours early? No. I am mean. Downright mean. It is the worst trait I have and I hate it. I really wish I could find a way to change that habit. Now, I am not talking about after 8 hours of sleep I am mean. Quite the contrary, I am quite happy and probably too happy for 6am.
Coinsiding with this is the way energy drinks affects this.
I hate the way I act when I have had too many energy drinks and not enough sleep. The caffine and crap in the energy drinks really intensifies all of my emotions. I imagine it has the same effect on me that alcohol has on most people. I tend to cry, blow up, or have some sort of reaction without fail every single time. And every single time I feel so incredibly guilty afterwards for being mean and overreacting. Like killing a puppy in front of a child might evoke less feelings of guilt than when I blow up without reason and say things I should not say. I wish I could be mean and feel GOOD about it. Actually, no I don't, but at least I wouldn't feel so crummy.
Needless to say it is 10 am and I have had one hour of sleep and I feel like scum right now.
If the house is on fire by all means wake me up. If you are dying please, throw a brick at my head and tell me to call 911 (or not because that might conflict with my dialing 911 and we might die together) but for no reason short of that should I ever be woken up. (well, maybe if there is a really cool party and I am missing it) But yes, do you catch my tokoyo drift here? I mean if it is a few minutes early that is fine, but hours early? No. I am mean. Downright mean. It is the worst trait I have and I hate it. I really wish I could find a way to change that habit. Now, I am not talking about after 8 hours of sleep I am mean. Quite the contrary, I am quite happy and probably too happy for 6am.
Coinsiding with this is the way energy drinks affects this.
I hate the way I act when I have had too many energy drinks and not enough sleep. The caffine and crap in the energy drinks really intensifies all of my emotions. I imagine it has the same effect on me that alcohol has on most people. I tend to cry, blow up, or have some sort of reaction without fail every single time. And every single time I feel so incredibly guilty afterwards for being mean and overreacting. Like killing a puppy in front of a child might evoke less feelings of guilt than when I blow up without reason and say things I should not say. I wish I could be mean and feel GOOD about it. Actually, no I don't, but at least I wouldn't feel so crummy.
Needless to say it is 10 am and I have had one hour of sleep and I feel like scum right now.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Random
More ideas for posts have been running through my head lately. I can't seem to contain them all.
- I love my mom. I tried to not post about her during my post about my dad. She emailed me her response. If I didn't think she would kill me I would have posted it. I laughed VERY loud. Obnoxiously loud. Mirtia rocks!
- I hate construction. It is enough to make me throw bricks at someone's face and I am NOT a violent person. BRICKS I say!
- I am pretty sure that a pig could live in my room right now and I would never know. How did it get so messy in just a week? It hasn't been this messy in years. What astounds me even more is that I can sit here and blog about it and not clean it. ( That will happen at the end of this blog)
- When it rains it pours- nuf said.
- While at Branson & Shanna's tonight to watch them open presents I commented on how I don't like kids. Well, OTHER people's kids. Shanna said I would love THEIR kids, and that her kids would call me Aunt Mandi. It made me happy and I really hope that happens. I hope we are friends forever!
- Going back to construction I hate UTAH for it's construction. I have never been so inconvenienced for so long as I have been here. It is enough to make you want to escape to the mountains forever. Even worse than already crappy driving conditions are Utah DRIVERS! Learn how to DRIVE! They bother me. Use a turn signal, realize you AREN'T the only person on the road, and send me a THANK YOU CARD because without my crazy good driving skills your insurance would for sure be sky rocketed because you would have TOTALED my car and killed me. You could be rotting your life away in prison but instead you aren't. I deserve SOMETHING for that. Oh P.S I do NOT have to let you in, so drive friendly the TEXAS way and WAVE to say thank you. It really really REALLY bothers me when people don't do the wave. That can't just be a Texas thing can it? Ugh. Us Southerners are so polite.
- I am sure there is more but I would rather be in bed right now.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
My Papa John
I was trying to think of the earliest memory I have of my dad. I can come up with one. You see, in the house I grew up in there is this 3 maybe 4 foot brick wallish divider between the entry way and the dining room. Often times we could see through the windows when people would pull into our driveway and then walk the length of the sidewalk to the door. When this person was my mom my dad would often scurry at the speed of lightning to crawl as close as he could to the other side of the brick wall while my mom was unlocking the door. He would often recruit us kids to crawl with him. Then as my poor distracted mother would walk in and take a right into the living area my dad would reach out and grab her ankle and us kids would RAWR as loud as we can. Needless to say my mom didn't like it! WE however LOVED it!
I also remember my mom and dad leaving notes for each other. Maybe they didn't leave notes, maybe it was just fathers day/mother's day/ birthday cards, but I remember that my mom and dad referred to my dad as "tiger". He would often sign his cards "love, Tiger". Even now as I type I can see a card on the kitchen counter in front of our old tan phone with the orange button used for dialing Granny with one touch (something my brother and I frequently did as children) and inside is a note from my mom with her very unique handwriting and she is addressing my dad as tiger.
Anyone who knows me knows that my memory is horrible. I don't remember a lot of things but I really cherish the things I do remember. I am grateful for fun times like that as a child and knowing that my dad loved my mom very much, especially in a time where most of my friends had parents that more and more were getting a divorce.
I remember that all I ever wanted was my dad's approval. I remember trying so hard to please him and make all a's and be the best because no one's approval meant anything to me other than his. I remember my dad making every single one of my dates come inside and talk to him for ten or more minutes before they could take me out. Even if the same guy took me out consecutively each and every time he would have to come inside and chat. I hated it at the time and looking back it makes me laugh. I love my dad. I love that he cared enough about me to know who I was dating and to convey to them that I was not to be messed with.
My dad has set the tone in my family. He has never been one for presents and in turn I have never really been one for presents. Instead of getting cash for all A's or getting a toy my dad would take us out to our favorite restaurant. My dad has always shown that it is acts of service or appreciation that matter more than an object. My dad recently came for a quick visit and when I tried to pay for a dinner he denied me. He called me up a few days later and told me how the way I was living my life was the greatest gift he could have. That meant so much to me because I knew he meant every word. The greatest gift my dad could ever get is to know that his children are living good lives and successful in what they do. While he may find interest in a new BBQ or the latest technological gadget he doesn't actually care one bit. He never has. I feel I have followed in his footsteps here and I think he is a great example. He isn't perfect, he never has been, but he is trying his best to be the best type of person he can. That is something really honorable. Just like I was seeking his approval as a child I feel I often do it now. I bear his surname and I hope I can honor it my whole life. I want to respect who I am because I respect who HE is. I know that there is no other man on earth that would love me as much as he does or that I could love as much as I love him. I am grateful HE is my father, and no one else.
I love you Dad!
I also remember my mom and dad leaving notes for each other. Maybe they didn't leave notes, maybe it was just fathers day/mother's day/ birthday cards, but I remember that my mom and dad referred to my dad as "tiger". He would often sign his cards "love, Tiger". Even now as I type I can see a card on the kitchen counter in front of our old tan phone with the orange button used for dialing Granny with one touch (something my brother and I frequently did as children) and inside is a note from my mom with her very unique handwriting and she is addressing my dad as tiger.
Anyone who knows me knows that my memory is horrible. I don't remember a lot of things but I really cherish the things I do remember. I am grateful for fun times like that as a child and knowing that my dad loved my mom very much, especially in a time where most of my friends had parents that more and more were getting a divorce.
I remember that all I ever wanted was my dad's approval. I remember trying so hard to please him and make all a's and be the best because no one's approval meant anything to me other than his. I remember my dad making every single one of my dates come inside and talk to him for ten or more minutes before they could take me out. Even if the same guy took me out consecutively each and every time he would have to come inside and chat. I hated it at the time and looking back it makes me laugh. I love my dad. I love that he cared enough about me to know who I was dating and to convey to them that I was not to be messed with.
My dad has set the tone in my family. He has never been one for presents and in turn I have never really been one for presents. Instead of getting cash for all A's or getting a toy my dad would take us out to our favorite restaurant. My dad has always shown that it is acts of service or appreciation that matter more than an object. My dad recently came for a quick visit and when I tried to pay for a dinner he denied me. He called me up a few days later and told me how the way I was living my life was the greatest gift he could have. That meant so much to me because I knew he meant every word. The greatest gift my dad could ever get is to know that his children are living good lives and successful in what they do. While he may find interest in a new BBQ or the latest technological gadget he doesn't actually care one bit. He never has. I feel I have followed in his footsteps here and I think he is a great example. He isn't perfect, he never has been, but he is trying his best to be the best type of person he can. That is something really honorable. Just like I was seeking his approval as a child I feel I often do it now. I bear his surname and I hope I can honor it my whole life. I want to respect who I am because I respect who HE is. I know that there is no other man on earth that would love me as much as he does or that I could love as much as I love him. I am grateful HE is my father, and no one else.
I love you Dad!
Saturday, June 14, 2008
June 14, 2008
My friends Chelsey & Scott got married today. I am very exhausted because it took up most of my day but here are a few pictures.
Being slightly silly.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
The Ultimate Fighting Champion!!! (minus the fighting)
GASP! WAIT! WHAT!?!
I WON I WON I WON I WON!
What did you ask? A popularity contest! OK so not really... but Katherine has mentioned this site Hollywood Flakes a few times on her blog so I finally decided to check it out. Well, once I got there I read a few blogs and 5 or 6 entries down was a blog redirecting me to yet ANOTHER blog. So, I did what any good blogger would do and I went there.
This particular blogger is moving to JAPAN and was asking for advice on how to make new friends. Having moved just two years ago to a city/state where I had zero family and zero friends and now I have more friends than I know what to do with, I felt a little compelled to answer. She was having a contest and the winner would receive snicker doodles via US mail. Well, the contest was over but being the confident advice giver I am I decided to leave a comment anyway because like any narcissistic (it makes me happy I know how to spell that word) blogger I felt I had the best advice. I wasn't in it for the cookies, just the pure gratification of helping someone. I was even facetious about it and told her she could mail me a thank you card. I ALMOST left my address to be funny but decided against it.
WELL.... I know you can all see where this is going. She picked ME! (duh!! ;-) ) Granted her husband picked a winner and her mom picked a winner but that is irrelevant. SHE is the blogger, SHE posted looking for advice, and SHE picked ME. Therefore I am now the best! hahaha. OK so not really.
Can I please tell you how happy I was? I have never EVER ever won ANYTHING in my whole entire life! (I don't think I have anyway). At least not in the random contest category.
So, Acte Gratuit (aka "a site I lurk" on the right hand side- Using her terminology) THANK YOU! You have made my life.
(check out the above link to see how I was made famous on her blog and the words of advice I gave her. and by famous I mean she wrote about me by name. Mandi Baby. )
Now everyone else, the question is.... do I accept cookies from strangers? Dad... what do you think? It goes against everything I was taught!! Hey, at least if she poisons the cookies I will die a WINNER! Now THAT'S the way to go!
I WON I WON I WON I WON!
What did you ask? A popularity contest! OK so not really... but Katherine has mentioned this site Hollywood Flakes a few times on her blog so I finally decided to check it out. Well, once I got there I read a few blogs and 5 or 6 entries down was a blog redirecting me to yet ANOTHER blog. So, I did what any good blogger would do and I went there.
This particular blogger is moving to JAPAN and was asking for advice on how to make new friends. Having moved just two years ago to a city/state where I had zero family and zero friends and now I have more friends than I know what to do with, I felt a little compelled to answer. She was having a contest and the winner would receive snicker doodles via US mail. Well, the contest was over but being the confident advice giver I am I decided to leave a comment anyway because like any narcissistic (it makes me happy I know how to spell that word) blogger I felt I had the best advice. I wasn't in it for the cookies, just the pure gratification of helping someone. I was even facetious about it and told her she could mail me a thank you card. I ALMOST left my address to be funny but decided against it.
WELL.... I know you can all see where this is going. She picked ME! (duh!! ;-) ) Granted her husband picked a winner and her mom picked a winner but that is irrelevant. SHE is the blogger, SHE posted looking for advice, and SHE picked ME. Therefore I am now the best! hahaha. OK so not really.
Can I please tell you how happy I was? I have never EVER ever won ANYTHING in my whole entire life! (I don't think I have anyway). At least not in the random contest category.
So, Acte Gratuit (aka "a site I lurk" on the right hand side- Using her terminology) THANK YOU! You have made my life.
(check out the above link to see how I was made famous on her blog and the words of advice I gave her. and by famous I mean she wrote about me by name. Mandi Baby. )
Now everyone else, the question is.... do I accept cookies from strangers? Dad... what do you think? It goes against everything I was taught!! Hey, at least if she poisons the cookies I will die a WINNER! Now THAT'S the way to go!
Friday, June 06, 2008
The Man of My Dreams... Literally
***SPOILER ALERT***
This is just a joke or a theory to my dreams. I am not serious.
OK so I think Ben cracked the code! The man I have been dreaming about is....HIM!!!
Let me tell you a little about Ben & then maybe you will understand my reasoning behind our conclusion.
The very first time I met Ben was when he had just moved into his new house. He was roommates with one of my friends and we were receiving a tour of the house. When we reached Ben's room there was nothing in it. He told us that he was awaiting his round bed. This immediately reminded me of Hugh Hefner's famous round bed so I told him I was going to call him Hef from then on. Though I think I called him that a total of three times or less the name is none the less associated with him.
Also, I recently mentioned my affinity for Ben's taste in music. He really does have the best taste! Well, who else is really into music, has a lighter skin complexion, dark hair and dark eyes? David Archuleta!
OK now that the code is cracked what does this all mean? I now know who these men represent but why am I dreaming about him? In both of these dreams he is more into me than I am to him.
So let's recap the dreams: Hugh Hefner dates three blondes who couldn't identify all fifty states if their lives depended on it. In the end everyone gets mad because he picks me, a brunette with an IQ, over them. The David dream doesn't really reveal much. I just remember that he was my boyfriend & I wasn't really digging him... nothing more.
Benjamin is the classic man the authors write about. He reminds me of my favorite antagonist Mr. Darcy in Pride & Prejudice. He is the tall dark and handsome, debonair,classy, seemingly arrogant to those who don't know him and one of the best men we have ever met to those who do know him- type of guy.
Now that I have concluded these men represent Ben, I am excited to write my own story/theory involving him and why I seem to be dreaming about him. It will make you laugh, it will make you cry. It will be a story of unrequited love and tragedy. None of it will be true but you won't know the difference.
I do believe he is single, not really looking, but always accepting applications for those young girls reading my blog who have an interest. It almost makes me sad that I don't actually like him. Even as I write this I wonder why I have never crushed on this kid. I guess it wasn't meant to be... but I don't want to give too much away. Stay tuned for my wonderful story/theory .... it's going to be amazing!
To hold you over here are a few pictures of the men/man of my dreams.
This picture is a mix of these two pictures below.
(above) Benjamin gives my blog a thumbs up
(below) David Enchilada is too busy singing & going through puberty to read my blog.
A mixture of the two above pictures.
And as if all this hasn't been proof enough here goes one more set.
(above) Ben drinks Mate
(below) Hef smokes his pipe
This is just a joke or a theory to my dreams. I am not serious.
OK so I think Ben cracked the code! The man I have been dreaming about is....HIM!!!
Let me tell you a little about Ben & then maybe you will understand my reasoning behind our conclusion.
The very first time I met Ben was when he had just moved into his new house. He was roommates with one of my friends and we were receiving a tour of the house. When we reached Ben's room there was nothing in it. He told us that he was awaiting his round bed. This immediately reminded me of Hugh Hefner's famous round bed so I told him I was going to call him Hef from then on. Though I think I called him that a total of three times or less the name is none the less associated with him.
Also, I recently mentioned my affinity for Ben's taste in music. He really does have the best taste! Well, who else is really into music, has a lighter skin complexion, dark hair and dark eyes? David Archuleta!
OK now that the code is cracked what does this all mean? I now know who these men represent but why am I dreaming about him? In both of these dreams he is more into me than I am to him.
So let's recap the dreams: Hugh Hefner dates three blondes who couldn't identify all fifty states if their lives depended on it. In the end everyone gets mad because he picks me, a brunette with an IQ, over them. The David dream doesn't really reveal much. I just remember that he was my boyfriend & I wasn't really digging him... nothing more.
Benjamin is the classic man the authors write about. He reminds me of my favorite antagonist Mr. Darcy in Pride & Prejudice. He is the tall dark and handsome, debonair,classy, seemingly arrogant to those who don't know him and one of the best men we have ever met to those who do know him- type of guy.
Now that I have concluded these men represent Ben, I am excited to write my own story/theory involving him and why I seem to be dreaming about him. It will make you laugh, it will make you cry. It will be a story of unrequited love and tragedy. None of it will be true but you won't know the difference.
I do believe he is single, not really looking, but always accepting applications for those young girls reading my blog who have an interest. It almost makes me sad that I don't actually like him. Even as I write this I wonder why I have never crushed on this kid. I guess it wasn't meant to be... but I don't want to give too much away. Stay tuned for my wonderful story/theory .... it's going to be amazing!
To hold you over here are a few pictures of the men/man of my dreams.
This picture is a mix of these two pictures below.
(above)Hugh Hefner in 1979.
(below) Benjamin pensively thinking
(below) Benjamin pensively thinking
(above) Benjamin gives my blog a thumbs up(below) David Enchilada is too busy singing & going through puberty to read my blog.
A mixture of the two above pictures.
And as if all this hasn't been proof enough here goes one more set.
(above) Ben drinks Mate
(below) Hef smokes his pipe
Thursday, June 05, 2008
The Enchilada=No More Dignity
I can't believe I am posting this. I no longer have any respect for myself nor can I be friends with myself.
Last night...
I had a dream....
that.....
David Archuletta
WAS MY BOYFRIEND!!!
WHAT?!?!
Seriously, no joke. He was my boyfriend and he was in love with me. And, I didn't really like him all that much but we were dating none the less. Seriously? So here is the DL (scoop) for those older fans of my blog who may not know who he is. He is a SEVENTEEN year old kid from Murray (about five miles from my house), UT who tried out for American Idol and got to the top two. He did not end up winning but he is a major buzzed about talked about person on the radio, news, and media in Salt Lake City. My favorite radio station calls him David Enchilada. HaHa. Anyway. The kid is young, looks like he is 12 and sounds like he is 8. What is up with this? First I have reoccurring dreams that Hugh Hefner wants me and now David? What am I supposed to be learning from this dream? Do I need to look for a guy to date who is more like me or less like me? DREAM INTERPRETERS UNITE! Please tell me what is going on here!!! I feel like a freak.
All I know is that I have lost all dignity. Somehow my dreams about Hugh Hefner were not as bad to my self esteem as the fact I dreamed about David. I am going to go sit in a corner and sulk now.
Eat your heart out 16 year olds.
Last night...
I had a dream....
that.....
David Archuletta
WAS MY BOYFRIEND!!!
WHAT?!?!
Seriously, no joke. He was my boyfriend and he was in love with me. And, I didn't really like him all that much but we were dating none the less. Seriously? So here is the DL (scoop) for those older fans of my blog who may not know who he is. He is a SEVENTEEN year old kid from Murray (about five miles from my house), UT who tried out for American Idol and got to the top two. He did not end up winning but he is a major buzzed about talked about person on the radio, news, and media in Salt Lake City. My favorite radio station calls him David Enchilada. HaHa. Anyway. The kid is young, looks like he is 12 and sounds like he is 8. What is up with this? First I have reoccurring dreams that Hugh Hefner wants me and now David? What am I supposed to be learning from this dream? Do I need to look for a guy to date who is more like me or less like me? DREAM INTERPRETERS UNITE! Please tell me what is going on here!!! I feel like a freak.
All I know is that I have lost all dignity. Somehow my dreams about Hugh Hefner were not as bad to my self esteem as the fact I dreamed about David. I am going to go sit in a corner and sulk now.
Eat your heart out 16 year olds.
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Just Call Me Lars
So I have had tons of thoughts run through my mind lately that I just cannot wait to blog about. Needless to say, I don't blog about them. Here are just a few. They aren't the best but that may be why I am blogging about them now.
- Just call me Lars. I watched Lars & The Real Girl last night. It was... interesting. Good, but interesting. The thing I thought about most during this movie was how so many of us can relate to him in one way or another. Maybe we aren't dilusional to the extent that he is, but dilusional none the less. I have these episodes in life where I really honestly believe things and then I will look back a few days, weeks, months ect. later and I realize how stupid I was. Prime example? My rant about being alone for the rest of my life just recently.
- I worship Ben's (Evan's?) taste in music.(First link-Ben. Second link-the music portion of another one of his blog's) Please tell me how many of you I am friend's with are obsessesed with music. Hmm... of the younger crowd probably about 85%. How many of you have I ever thought...hey... they listen to this music maybe I should too? A big fat 0. (sorry) For some reason if Ben says, "listen" I say, "how loud?" Granted he never tells me directly... I just blog stalk him and when he talks about a band or song it peaks my interest. I really have to give credit to Jade for getting me interested in music and artists but in her absence I have clung to Ben for musical inspiration. I'd like to think I have found some on my own but yes... I am a poser. :( It is a sad day.
- My favorite blog of all time right now is Christina's. I love her! She is so cute! Maybe it is just because I know and love her that I love her blog so much but I love hearing about small adventures such as going on a hunt for gummy bears. I love how frugal she is even though she doesn't need to be. She is a prime example of provident living. She is the type of person I aspire to be. Successful, beautiful, crafty, resourceful, intelligent, funny... the list goes on.
- I have a plan to become a millionaire. It requires living more frugaly than I do now and investing more than I do now but in twenty to thirty years I will be a millionarie. This is another goal of mine. It WILL happen. I just can't stand the thought of wasting money now and having to worry about how I am going to live in my later years.
- I have discovered* this site and if you live in the Salt Lake City/Utah area you should definitely check it out! I would check to see if there is a program like it in your state as well. In a nut shell it is a food co-op program. They buy only specific quantities of food from LOCAL farmer & producers and sell it to you at half cost. They are able to do so because they only buy in specific quantities and large quantities. They started doing this as a relief to emergency food pantries and to help out lower income people but it has grown. It is open to anyone that eats. You can participate regardless of income! Not only are you supporting local but you are reducing the cost of food and helping the environment because it doesn't cost as much to transport the fuel. The BEST part of it (in my opinion)? You have to do volunteer hours to quailfy! In order to pick up your food you have to sign a log showing two hours of volunteer work. It can be something formal or something like mowing the lawn for a neighbor (they can't be related to you.) I think it is great!
I am going to start doing a blog of the month because I feel you all should check these people out. So... I guess June's blog goes to Christina. Maybe... I am thinking...YES. Let's give her May's blog of the month... the winner of favorite blog overall (congrats Christina!!) and I will do a blog in a few weeks about my favorite June blog.
P.S. Thank goodness for this automatic save on blogger. These tricky mouse's almost caused me a heart attack. My thumb hit the button on the side which goes back a screen. I thought my whole blog was lost!
* I didn't discover it so much as read about it in the business section of the Salt Lake Trib.
Monday, June 02, 2008
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