Tuesday, May 29, 2007

One R-I-I-I-N-G! to rule them all...

So I snuck the cell phone in my pocket. It had been charging up and I figured, "Hey. I never have the phone. Maybe I'll carry it around today."

"Heather, where's the phone?"
"I've got it."

That's what McKay looked like (balding included! hehehe). ok. ignore the balding

So after successfully attempting to keep the phone out of his hands, we started towards campus. About halfway to school, he reaches down my pocket (What has it got in its pocketesses?) and takes it. He now looks like this:


It starts out innocently enough: now you can carry your phone with you! Great idea!
Then, slowly, you become warped, your physical appearance diminishes. Your hand is now attached to your ear, and you become: a mutant.

And you know what kind of children mutants have?
If you guessed "mutant" you were right.

And then, you start going crazy and talking to people who aren't there (ie yourself).

It kind of reminds me of another guy who would talk to himeslf:

If you love hands-free freedom, if you love your sanity, if you love not being a mutant, and if you love your mom, do as Smeagol does:

Stop Listening.
Enjoy the sunshine.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Why I can't eat wheat bread.

Dear Beth,

This should clear up some misconceptions that wheat bread is good for you.

Once upon a time, I started working mostly full-time (30 hours/week) in the building currently known as Clyde. The Clyde building is a beautiful structure with scenic views. It is the filled with bright students and desperate men, commonly known as engineers. Why wouldn't a nice young lady want at job there? Well, of course beside the fact that I was engaged when I started working there. :) Well, I got a job. It was wonderful: my own cubicle.

Well, being engaged, my fiance and I decided last summer to be more healthy: we bought whole wheat bread and used it for our sandwiches.

But something happened last summer... something only a square-shaped workplace could do:
ruined my lunch.

Wheat bread reminds me of lunch, which reminds me of eating wheat sandwiches in the gray cubicle of doom. And now I can no longer stomach wheat bread. I get this icky feeling inside me and start hallucinating: the cubicle will get you, too!

Top Hat

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Mommy, Wow! I'm a Big Kid Now!

(you all know the tune)

Sunday was great on many levels: I got to wake my mom up from a nap and disrupt her mother's day, I ate about a pound of strawberries, I got to talk to my brother who just got his mission call, and I ate my dinner with a big fork.

That's right! I've graduated from small salad forks at dinner and am now using the big, regular size ones. All growing up, my parents had us use the small forks because we were littler than they were; I just kept up the habit of pulling the little forks out of the drawer. But on Sunday, I decided that, YES!, I'm old enough to use a big person's fork.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

My Look Alikes

(they're obviously trying to look like me)

Ooh I look like Fred Savage!

I need to get better pictures of myself...

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

I was kind of tagged

Just to keep you all coming (I'll get a bigger post up later when life settles down a bit).

This was on Beth's blog, so here I go.

I heart
01. my family
02. lemonade, cake, okra, Fritos, and icecream
03. Church and the gospel and Christ
04. dreaming. If I never dreamt, I'd never sleep. Last night, Jessica and Roger Rabbit were on vacation with McKay and I in my dream. Very fun!
05. writing letters

I hate (or strongly dislike)
01. movie previews
02. People who are just plain mean.
03. People who say, "Math? I know about math; I watch Numb3rs!" If you knew anything about math, you wouldn't believe a thing that show says.
04. Hairspray and curling irons
05. the news

Thursday, May 03, 2007

R is for Thursday

Well, let's see...
Yesterday was the first day of class for me. I'm only taking 1 class (Math 532: complex anaylsis). It's not bad (but then again, I've only had one class period) and I'm about halfway done with the assignment due tomorrow. I feel on top of things! The only dishes that haven't been done yet are the ones we used for breakfast! WOW! And our house is CLEAN! Well, there are a few things I'd still like to do, but I definitely had a good time spring cleaning this week. And by "good time" I mean, while I was cleaning out the fridge, I stepped backwards and toppled the entire liter of lemonade all over the kitchen floor. Well, I did clean it up. We don't have a mop, but I do have some Simple Green and rags. Don't worry. The floor is no longer sticky.
I gave up on the okra this year. It all died out. I had two sprouts of marigolds coming up, so I transplanted one into the okra's pot. I was afraid it'd die (it did look mighty wilted 3 hours after the transplant), but it's up and at 'em now!
Because of Women's Conference, McKay's mom is in town (along with 5(?not entirely sure of the number?) aunts-in-law and a grandma). We saw them last night and are going to have dinner with them tonight (meaning no dishes to clean!) They were having a hard time last night deciding where to eat. They chose some place...I don't remember. I just know that, supposedly, it's a big meat place. I eat meat, but not much. I try to keep it under 2 oz. of red meat a day (I'll max at 3, if I must).
Oh man. I've been having a knitting dilemma lately. I'm working on socks for Melissa (she's going to Siberia on a mission, and will NEED tall socks), but meanwhile, McKay has a project. The thing is, I'm a much better knitter than he is. I could have finished his project by now, and in fact, he's asked me to start it off for him. I'll admit...starting it is the hardest part, but I don't know if this "helping" him is going to turn into "doing the whole thing." I hope not. Oh well.
Oh and yesterday, while I was chatting with Beth, the internet completely died! I had a huge sinking feeling about it, and should have gone up to the Duede's apartment and checked it out. Well, when McKay got home, he went up there (he has a key for these sort of Internet emergencies), and found that the handle was locked (we have the deadbolt key). So we called up the Duedes and they came back and found that all of the Internet stuff was taken: the box from Comcast and our router. The landlord had been moving out furniture all day, and I guess he took the Internet stuff too. This perturbed the Duedes because, although they have moved out, they are still paying rent until the new tenants move in (mid May), so technically, they still have the place. I hope we get our router back. I told the Duedes to call the police and report a theft (although petty as it is). They thought that would be bad for the landlord/Duede relationship, but I told them, "You're moving out, what does it matter?" Well, in the end, they didn't pursue my plan, and are still waiting for the landlord to call back. Ugh!
And I've been reading The Women of Mormondom by Tullige. It was written in the 1870s, so it's pretty...strange. It's just interesting to see how the early Saints viewed Mormonism and the world in general. 130 years later, the world has GREATLY changed, and it's interesting to see how Tullige viewed his religion in a pre-world war/information age perspective. When he writes, he uses tons of exclamation points; it's gives you the sense that the people were just on fire with the gospel at that time. I think we'v toned down a bit because of how people would look at us, so a book with that much excitement is just thrilling. Also, having more modern revelation available to me, I can pin point places where the doctrine's a little...well, understood differently nowadays. But as long as you remember the sort of spirit Tullige must have been in when he wrote the book, you don't get too confused. I especially like the one chapter about women in the temple and how the temple allows women to work at their full potential (I think the temple does that for everyone). And I also like, how, whenever he mentions a woman who he has high opinion of, he calls them "Sister ____, the high priestess", or "The prophetess, Sister ____". It reminds me that we are all prophets/prophetesses when we testify of Christ.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007


Last night, we went to one of the 2 complexes in our ward boundaries for elderly people for Family Home Evening. A couple of weeks ago, the people in charge of organizing it, were really desperate for help, so I made sure that the next Sunday, I signed up. I was a little wary at first; we don't really know how to do Family Home Evening with the two of us, let along with 5-10 people we aren't related to. Maybe I felt inferior because my age is about a quarter of theirs. But I really love old people; I can't wait to be one. Because we weren't at church on Sunday (Idaho, remember?), we didn't know that 2 people at that complex had died the previous week.
Anyway, there was a good batch of people and they loved to comment. Wilford told McKay and I that we looked so much alike. Good couples always look alike, he said. He told us that's how we can know that ours was a match made in heaven...aww... Oh man! By the end of it, I didn't know why I was nervous! They loved the fact that I could play the piano for the opening song. I told McKay that we have to do that more often.
In another note, we did see the first installment of The Mormons last night, using our very static-y, no reception TV. I think they chose good segments of conference to quote. My only beef was the lack of mention of the women of the church. You can't leave their opinions out of it, especially concerning polygamy, where the women definitely outnumbered the guys. Gosh! The majority of people practicing polygamy where women! Also, Utah was the first state to allow women to vote in state elections. Zina D. H. Young, the third president of the Relief Society, went to New York and met Susan B. Anthony a few times (in fact, Anthony spoke at the Tabernacle in Salt Lake once), to rally for women's federal suffrage. The women in the Church were VERY forward, feminist women, who even had their own newsletter, the Exponent, where they discussed family, social, and political issues. Why was that left out?
Anyway, enough of my little feminist rant. Today we're getting rid of out old computer monitor. It decided to be fidgety a month or so ago, so we bought a new one. I found someone who wants to use it to make a projector, which is a noble cause and I'm glad the old monitor could find a new home.
And we got our tax refund from the government! Now we can buy lots of expensive stuff, I mean, pay for tuition and health insurance!