To The Guy In The Truck...

Let me start out by saying that something is seriously wrong with me...something that would probably take years of therapy to fix!




So here's the story...


Last Saturday I was driving (in my fancy new Lexus) from work to my parents house. I was on Bangerter going south. When I hit about 6200 S I noticed a truck behind me that was following rather closely. As soon as I noticed him, he pulled into the lane next to me and slowed down to drive the exact same speed as me. I realized he was staring right at me! When I turned my head to look, he waved winked and smiled. Now this wasn't your typical creepy, balding, toothless, child predator type guy that would normally flirt with someone while driving down the highway, this was a very good looking, tan, guy that any single girl would love to date. As soon as he winked I completely panicked. I flipped my blinker on, got into the turn lane as quickly as possible and took a left turn onto a road that put me total off route, as he sailed ahead through the next light (probably thinking what a snob I am).


The instant I made the left turn I realized something was seriously wrong with me and contemplated making a U turn (which would have been impossible) getting back on Bangerter and hunting down that truck again. There was no use, my future husband was long gone...I was certain I had ruined my life forever and let my future speed on past me. Then I remembered I had a cold sore and my face was peeling horribly and decided it was probably better he didn't see me up close!


So, to the guy in the truck...


I am extremely sorry I acted like such a snob. I know it seems ridiculous that I couldn't even wave back but I am shy, I completely panicked and acted on the first thought that came into my head. I don't think you are a creep or a psycho. I realize that something is seriously wrong with me, so please (after I attend years of therapy) give me another chance!!

I am completely pathetic and doomed to be single for the rest of my life!!


***Disclaimer for my parents who will probably read this...I completely understand that single girls must be very careful to not get into situations that may be dangerous or scary...which is probably part of the reason my reaction was what it was. There is no need to worry (obviously) because I couldn't even wave back like any normal person would do.


While I am on the subject of being single, I have one other story to post...


On Monday I walked into work and Rob, one of my employees, who sits in the desk right next to me said, "I have a funny story to tell you..." He was at his aunt and uncle's house over the weekend when his aunt told him she wanted to set him up on a blind date with someone she knew. She continued to tell him about this girl and how she knew the girls family and that this girl worked for a bank just like Rob did! When Rob asked for the girls name...it turned out to be me that she was trying to set him up with. His aunt happens to be in my parents ward and serves in the primary with my mom. We laughed and laughed...and although Rob is fantastic and a lot of fun to work with, neither of us date coworkers so we won't be going out anytime soon.


It's really nice to know that people are watching out for me (even people I don't know that well) because believe me, I need all the help in the dating area that I can get!!! So...if you are reading this and you just happen to know some fantastic, single guy that needs a date...I am totally free for blind dates...unless he's a co-worker or I have to meet him on Bangerter Highway...

Lizards and Overnight Bags!!!

Yea, even this picture gives me the creeps.....

There are two things that happened on our trip to Mexico...several people have told me that I needed to post these (mostly people in my family because they understand the people they are about which makes the stories even better.) I will do my best to explain...

On our way down to Mexico we stopped at my Grandma's house (we like to call her Nona). Nona lives about 20 minutes from the border (about 2 hours east of San Diego). Nona is sooo fabulous! She is the sweetest person I have ever met! And so much fun to be around. She is always invited on all of our adventures and has been with us on some of the most memorable ones. It's always so much fun to be around her!! She has a cute little house in Brawley, California. Brawley is a little farming town that gets sooooo hot in the summer. The last time we were there, in May, it was 118 degrees! We always get to her house very late at night and she always has a huge meal prepared for us when we get there...so huge you would think it was Thanksgiving. When we visited her in May, during the chaos of getting all of my family, brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews, etc etc into the house, a small lizard crept in through the front door that we had left open. My sister came walking in with her bag and about died when she saw the lizard perched on the rug of the entry way. We are a bunch of wimps in our family...we are all terrified of any creature that moves, except my mom she is very brave...but of course she is, she grew up in Brawley with the rattlesnakes, tarantulas, lizards, and even the Bear she claims she saw at her bedroom window one night. Anyway, my sister screamed and ran to get back in the car, followed closely by me, my other sister Micalyne and my brother Eli close behind. My nephew JJ was in heaven, chasing it all around the front room growling at it. It took my two brothers in law to get it out of the house. Our cute little Nona was standing with her hands on her cheeks saying over and over again how embarrassed she was that a lizard would be in her house...as if there was anything to be embarrassed about, her house is immaculate and we were the ones who let it in.

Well, this most recent visit was not much different. We arrived at 11:30 and she had a huge meal prepared for us as usual. During the process of trying to get our bags into the house 2 small lizards found their way in. I am sure they had been waiting at the front door for the first chance to get out of the sweltering heat. I ran screaming into the house like a little girl while Uncle Will chased the lizards down. Nona was standing in the same position saying over and over again how embarrassed she was that this had now happened twice!! It took Uncle Will a while to catch the lizards because they are just so quick. As he caught the last one, he grabbed it by the tail and the tail immediately broke right off...which sent me into more panic (I am such a baby!! On a trip we took to Mexico a few years ago I was so freaked out by the little geckos that were everywhere, that I couldn't even sleep at night...especially after one morning when we got up and my cousin Bridgette, who was sleeping in the same bed with me, said..."a lizard got in our mosquito net and was in our bed last night. I put my hand down by my side and felt something weird so I starting petting it and then I heard it run across the bed. I didn't tell you cause I knew you would freak out!" and she was right I was freaked out!!!)

After Uncle Will announced that the tail had broken off of the Lizard the following conversation occurred...

Uncle Will: Oh shoot the tail broke off in my hand.

Nona: Will it grow a new one?

Uncle Will: Yes, Lizards can grow new tails.

Nona: No, will that tail grow a new lizard???

She is sooo cute.

The second story is about Uncle Will. Uncle Will is very cool and very fashionable. Anyone who has met him knows that he always knows what is "in" and is always dressed accordingly. Our flight left on Friday night, so I went straight from work to his house so that we could catch our plane to San Diego. When I got there he wanted to show me this really cool overnight bag that he had found at TJ Max. He was so excited cause it was the perfect size for an overnight bag and would be perfect for all the overnighters he goes on...(I think it was one of those things that seems so useful and practical, so you buy it and then when you get home you realize you don't really go on overnighters...). The next day when we arrived at our beach bungalow in Mexico, Uncle Will started to unpack his "overnight bag". I was sitting on one of the beds watching him unpack when he pulled out this mat. It was a rectangular pad about 2 feet long and 1 foot wide. This is the conversation that followed...

Uncle Will: This came with my new bag, I am not quite sure what it's for. I think it

must be used to separate your dirty clothes from the clean ones.

Me: No, I don't think so....is that a diaper bag????

Uncle Will: No, it's an overnight bag.

Me: No, that's a diaper bag...that's a changing pad you are holding.

Uncle Will: No way!! So these pockets on the outside of the bag must be for bottles??

Me: Yep, that's a diaper bag!!!

We laughed for days about this...poor Uncle Will...he thought he had found the best overnight bag ever and it turned out to be a diaper bag. He was soo embarrassed! He had to haul around that diaper bag for 3 days, while people were probably thinking what a great dad he was to carry around the diaper bag...but where's the baby????

San Felipe

For anyone who doesn't know, I just got back from Mexico. My Uncle Will, his friend Missy and I went for Labor Day wekend. It was sooo much fun!

We go to San Felipe (Baja) whenever we can. We stay in a little place right on the beach.

We flew to San Diego on Friday night and rented a car that we drove to my Grandma's house in Brawley, California. Right on the border of Mexico. I am soo glad that we got to see my grandma. She is so sweet and had the most GIANT meal prepared for us when we got there at 11:00 PM. We stayed at her house that night and then drove to Mexico the next day. It was about a 2 hour drive.

We spent most of our time in Mexico on the beach!! Which was fabulous! I could just live on the beach. One scary thing that happened...I got bit on the toe by a crab!!! I was terrified!! We also did some shopping and loaded up on silver jewelry and sunglasses!!

Here are a few pictures I took while we were gone.

You may not have known...

Four Jobs I've Had:
1. Shape Tracer for the Porters (strange job tracing shapes on to wood for the neighbors craft business. My sister and I used to sing Opera really loud while they were cutting the shapes because we didn't think they could hear us over the noise that the saw made...we found out differently later on when they mentioned it to my mom. We had been doing it for months...I still get embarassed when I see them!)
2. Nanny (worst job ever!!)
3. Arctic Circle
4. Banker

Four Places I've lived:
1. South Jordan, Utah
2. Logan, Utah
3. West Jordan, Utah
4. A State of Confusion

Movies I love:
1. Nacho Libre (dumb I know!)
2. The Gladiator
3. The Notebook
4. A few I am embarassed to admit

Four Favorite Foods:
1. Ice Cream (the candy bar kinds...like Twix)
2. White Chocolate Macadamia Nut Cheescake from the Cheescake Factory
3. Cool Ranch Dorritos
4. Hot Tamales

Four Weird Things About Me:
1. I would love to move to Europe for a while, but I am too chicken.
2. I am OCD about my alarm clock I check it about 75 times before I go to bed and every time I wake up during the night. Same thing with locking the doors.
3. I am terrified of Lizards (the tiny little geckos). When I was in Mexico I couldn't even sleep at night...I was in fear they were in our room. One morning my cousin even told me that she woke up in the night and touched something in our bed and it was a lizard!!
4. I don't know...I am sure there are a lot of weird things about me...but obviously I don't think they are weird that's why I do them!!

Four Favorite TV Shows:
1. The Office
2. So You Think You Can Dance
3. One Tree Hill (cause I am 12 years old)
4. Keeping Up Appearances (the british comedy)

Four Places I'd Rather Be:
1. Anywhere except where I am
2. In a gondola in the canals of venice
3. In Marakech walking through the souk
4. Salvation Mountain and Slab City!! (quite the place! you can read about it on my brother's blog: http://www.itjustgetsstranger.blogspot.com)

Remember When...

I got this from a friend's blog. I hope you will play along.

Here are the directions:

1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot--anything you remember!

2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you.

Hopefully there will be more good memories than tragic ones.

I know you all have good memories so please post them!!!

Fishin' With Dad!!

When we were kids, one of our favorite things to do was to go fishing with my dad. This is my favorite picture from one of our fishing trips! (mostly because Krisanda and I are both wearing Chucky Cheese T-shirts, we were so cool!!) We were so lucky to have such a great dad who liked spending time with his girls!! And...we are still very lucky, I am sure my dad is the best dad in the whole world!!

And, I am sure you can tell who his favorite child is....I'll give you a hint....It's ME!!!

Worst 4th of July Ever!!

So...I seem to have a lot of time on my hands this week so I thought it would be a good time to update everyone on the horrible 4th of July I had.

About 2 weeks ago I woke up in the night with the worst pain I have EVER felt in my abdomen. Lucky for me this pain was followed by violent vomitting. the vomitting and pian lasted for about an hour and a half and then I was perfectly fine. I realized at that time that it had to be my gallbladder. (we have a history of gallbladder disease in my family and several members of my immediate and extended people have had theirs removed. In fact my dad just had his taken out 3 weeks ago.) But of course I ignored the situation and went on living my life. Well, last monday I once again woke up in the night with the same pain and vomitting. For those of you who have never had this lovely problem...I hear that the pain is worse than childbirth. This time the pain would not go away. So I waited until I could not stand it any longer, about 5 hours and then called my dad. He immediately came to pick me up and took me to the ER. The ER gave me morphine and did an ultrasound and found gallstones. So, they sent me on my way and told me I needed to contact a surgeon to have my gallbladder removed.

I thought this would be ok since I was feeling fine and they had sent me home with a little supply of Lortab. But....then again on Thursday morning...PAIN!!! This time the pain was not quite as bad so I went to work and went about my day. Well...after laying around and whining at my parents house for a day and a half my parents started noticing that I was turning yellow. this was definitely not a good sign!!! So on the afternnon of the 4th, my dad took me back to the ER. I had called and made an appointment with a surgeaon, but they couldn't get me in for 2 weeks just for a "consultation" then surgery 2 weeks after that!! There was no way I was going to make it that long. Lucky the doctors in the ER decided to admit me to the hospital. Apparently I had a gall stone that had excaped from my gall bladder and was lodged somewhere near my pancreas (which is life threatening).

So, two nights I spent in the hospital jumping through all the weird hoops they make you jump through. And in the end they removed my gallbladder on saturday afternoon. (after not eating for 3 days!!) It was miserable!!

I am home now recovering at my parents and today was the first day I felt like I could actually move. So...I got up tp shower and ended up passing out on the bathroom floor....not such a good idea, maybe I should stay put for a few days.

Anyway...I think the worst is over...at least I hope it is. And I really hope this all makes sense as I do not have the energy to read through it again before I post it. I just really wanted to post an update because I am sure a lot of you are wondering what happened to me!

and there is a lesson to learn from this...anytime you think something is wrong, see a doctor immediatly do not ignore it...it will only get worse!!