I drove past a drug store the other day that advertised "Singles Vaccination." I didn't realize that being unattached had turned into an epidemic. But hey, if they've got the cure, I'll subject myself to a shot.
Then I looked again and it said "sHingles Vaccination." Rats. I'm not really familiar with shingles, so I looked it up. Wikipedia says, "It is characterised by pain and a blistering rash that occurs along the nerves...The disease starts with tingling, itchiness, or pain on an infected person's skin. After a few days, the disease causes a blistering rash."
I'm not sure if singles or shingles is worse?
And hey, it's my birthday! For my present, go here and read The Barrel. It's great.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
I Don't Know What to Title This Post
This past weekend I attended my grandma's funeral. Lois Taylor Dayton. At the risk of sounding crazy, I had really been looking forward to it! My grandma was an amazing woman: she was strong, beautiful, giving, sweet, loving, funny...just so many wonderful things and I will miss her like crazy. But she was also 101 and had been without her husband for nearly 10 years. We may not have been ready to lose her, but she was ready to go. The funeral was wonderful. It was such a blessing to be with SO many loved ones and to feel my grandma's spirit during that whole weekend. I love nothing more than family gatherings and with my grandma's passing, the reunions of that generation will most likely become less frequent and so I wanted to take advantage of being with everyone this weekend. Especially my brothers. There are so many of us that being all together is rare, but everyone made a huge effort (like flying in from China) so it could happen. I was also honored that one of my Uncles asked me to accompany my sister-in-law singing a song he wrote about his mother. I've always loved my Uncle Lyman's music and his song was so beautiful. I've been listening to it constantly, and he said I could share the demo recording with you. Unfortunately, I don't know how to put a song on here out of my itunes folder... Awesome. If anyone wants to teach me how, I'll let you. In the mean time, pictures!
Most of my immediate family that came at the cemetary.
Of course it's impossible to get a decent picture of everyone, but at least this is all 12 kids with my parents.
My parents in the receiving ling.
The pallbearers: 8 of her grandsons.
Choir rehearsal for the 47 of the 49 grandkids and spouses that were there. We sang the closing song, "Oh, What Songs of the Heart." Or, for some of us, we tried to sing the closing song. There wasn't a lot of sound coming out of my mouth.
This isn't everyone that made it---many had to leave directly after the funeral. But here's the family picture we got of Lois Taylor Dayton's kids, their kids, grankids and great-grandkids outside the church.
*Awesome photos courtesy of my awesome cousins, Damian and James*
Most of my immediate family that came at the cemetary.
Of course it's impossible to get a decent picture of everyone, but at least this is all 12 kids with my parents.
My parents in the receiving ling.
The pallbearers: 8 of her grandsons.
Choir rehearsal for the 47 of the 49 grandkids and spouses that were there. We sang the closing song, "Oh, What Songs of the Heart." Or, for some of us, we tried to sing the closing song. There wasn't a lot of sound coming out of my mouth.
This isn't everyone that made it---many had to leave directly after the funeral. But here's the family picture we got of Lois Taylor Dayton's kids, their kids, grankids and great-grandkids outside the church.
*Awesome photos courtesy of my awesome cousins, Damian and James*
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
My New Best Friend
I love her. I can't get enough of her. She makes my life so much better. When I'm having a good day, she makes it better. When I'm having a bad day, she helps fix it. When I feel skinny, she makes me look amazing. When I feel...not skinny, she boosts my esteem. She's the best thing that ever happened to me.
She only has one drawback. She makes me a little lazy. See, I have this thing where I really don't like the process of washing my hair. It's so tedious and time-consuming!! Blow-drying isn't pleasant. Styling is hard. But with my new best friend, I don't have to do it nearly as often!
Bless the makers of my new best friend, Dry Shampoo!
That's an actual picture of me. If you think I look different...it's cuz I'm basically a new woman with this dry shampoo. Now, instead of washing my hair three times a week, I'm down to two!! Stop judging.
In other news: the April issue of The Barrel is out. Hooray! I would read it for the pretty, spring cover alone (which you can't see because I failed in trying to put the button on this post) as I'm currently longing for warm weather and pretty flowers, but there are actually fun articles as well! Bonus.
She only has one drawback. She makes me a little lazy. See, I have this thing where I really don't like the process of washing my hair. It's so tedious and time-consuming!! Blow-drying isn't pleasant. Styling is hard. But with my new best friend, I don't have to do it nearly as often!
Bless the makers of my new best friend, Dry Shampoo!
That's an actual picture of me. If you think I look different...it's cuz I'm basically a new woman with this dry shampoo. Now, instead of washing my hair three times a week, I'm down to two!! Stop judging.
In other news: the April issue of The Barrel is out. Hooray! I would read it for the pretty, spring cover alone (which you can't see because I failed in trying to put the button on this post) as I'm currently longing for warm weather and pretty flowers, but there are actually fun articles as well! Bonus.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
My Bucket List
So, I know this author. Well, I fake know her cuz there's been some blog commenting back and forth. Anyway, she wrote a book and I want to win a copy of it. Cuz it looks good. And I just read three books in two days and am out of new books to read and want another one. And also, I think she was being facetious when she said she was "giving" us an idea for a blog post---but really, I needed it. I was starting to think I'd have no posts at all in March. I do hate March, so it makes sense. Still, the blog was lonely. But anyway, anyone can enter the giveaway by writing their own Bucket List and linking back to her blog. I mean, I'd rather you didn't enter cuz then my winning chances go way down...but if you want to be selfish like that, go ahead.
Bucket List---in no particular order
1. Fly first class. I don't care where---I just wanna fly first class.
2. Pet a real-life penguin.
3. Hang-glide.
4. Change my last name.
5. Learn this song on the guitar.
6. Learn to play the organ.
7. Go on a Mediterranean Cruise.
8. Put up curtains in my house.
9. Bungee jump. Again.
10. Win a book in a blog giveaway.
What's your bucket list?
Bucket List---in no particular order
1. Fly first class. I don't care where---I just wanna fly first class.
2. Pet a real-life penguin.
3. Hang-glide.
4. Change my last name.
5. Learn this song on the guitar.
6. Learn to play the organ.
7. Go on a Mediterranean Cruise.
8. Put up curtains in my house.
9. Bungee jump. Again.
10. Win a book in a blog giveaway.
What's your bucket list?
Thursday, February 24, 2011
A Veritible Smorgasbord
I know smorgasbord usually implies food, and there's no food in this post, I just think it's a fun word.
I just read that CBS is dropping Two and Half Men cuz of Charlie Sheen. I've never watched the show...but if I were the kid on it (whatever his name is) I'd be pretty ticked at Charlie. I mean, some tool of an actor destroys a show cuz he's self-absorbed and this kid is the one that's paying the price. Not cool.
******
Also, I'm pretending to be a medical professional again cuz I have new behavioral disorders to discuss.
1. "Hovercraft Harry/Harriet" This is what people do when they want your attention and you're clearly busy. They hover nearby. And they think that it's not grossly irritating that they're just floating around your personal space while you're on a phone call, talking to someone else, etc. Drives me to distraction...which I suppose is their point. But really, catch my eye, tell me you need something when I have a second and walk away. Don't hover and definitely don't try to talk to me when you can see I'm busy. Not cool.
2. "Monotony Induced Mistakes" This happens when you do the same, simple thing over and over and start to make mistakes cuz it's become such an automatic thing you miss small changes. Like writing the same document for you boss that you do nearly everyday and forgetting to switch peoples' names. Silly mistake. The cure---take a vacation.
There's another one, but this post is already long so I'm stopping. And tomorrow I'm taking a vacation. I'm going to my least favorite state to visit some of my most favorite people.
I'll leave you with my current favorite song. You're welcome. Also, I think I'd like to marry the man who's singing this.
I just read that CBS is dropping Two and Half Men cuz of Charlie Sheen. I've never watched the show...but if I were the kid on it (whatever his name is) I'd be pretty ticked at Charlie. I mean, some tool of an actor destroys a show cuz he's self-absorbed and this kid is the one that's paying the price. Not cool.
******
Also, I'm pretending to be a medical professional again cuz I have new behavioral disorders to discuss.
1. "Hovercraft Harry/Harriet" This is what people do when they want your attention and you're clearly busy. They hover nearby. And they think that it's not grossly irritating that they're just floating around your personal space while you're on a phone call, talking to someone else, etc. Drives me to distraction...which I suppose is their point. But really, catch my eye, tell me you need something when I have a second and walk away. Don't hover and definitely don't try to talk to me when you can see I'm busy. Not cool.
2. "Monotony Induced Mistakes" This happens when you do the same, simple thing over and over and start to make mistakes cuz it's become such an automatic thing you miss small changes. Like writing the same document for you boss that you do nearly everyday and forgetting to switch peoples' names. Silly mistake. The cure---take a vacation.
There's another one, but this post is already long so I'm stopping. And tomorrow I'm taking a vacation. I'm going to my least favorite state to visit some of my most favorite people.
I'll leave you with my current favorite song. You're welcome. Also, I think I'd like to marry the man who's singing this.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Things I Love
I started writing this post about a week ago, but clearly I'm not that original as there are a few posts floating around today with lists of things people love. Anyway, here's mine.
1. Penguins
2. I love going to bed on Saturday nights knowing I can sleep in the next day.
3. Soccer
4. I love this song
5. Starting a new book
6. The rain
7. Hide-a-bed couches
8. Girls' night (which apparently usually involves me dressing up in some way)
9. Two year olds
10. Cloudless skies
11. Muscle twitches
12. Barefeet
13. Germany
14. Summer
And in case you were wondering, I did get my treasure hunt yesterday. There was much yelling and confusion while a bunch of kids (ages 40, 32, 28 and 26) looked for their presents (Utah Senate blankets courtesy of this awesome lady). My dad had way too much fun this year making the hardest hunt ever that left people moving furniture, searching trees outside, and looking for something rustic that kept people warm (no, it wasn't the Navajo blanket).
1. Penguins
2. I love going to bed on Saturday nights knowing I can sleep in the next day.
3. Soccer
4. I love this song
5. Starting a new book
6. The rain
7. Hide-a-bed couches
8. Girls' night (which apparently usually involves me dressing up in some way)
9. Two year olds
10. Cloudless skies
11. Muscle twitches
12. Barefeet
13. Germany
14. Summer
And in case you were wondering, I did get my treasure hunt yesterday. There was much yelling and confusion while a bunch of kids (ages 40, 32, 28 and 26) looked for their presents (Utah Senate blankets courtesy of this awesome lady). My dad had way too much fun this year making the hardest hunt ever that left people moving furniture, searching trees outside, and looking for something rustic that kept people warm (no, it wasn't the Navajo blanket).
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Because Valentine's Day is FUN!
I think Valentine's Day gets a bad rap. People waste too much energy being angry at cupid when really they should be directing their anger towards St. Patrick. I don't care if you're single, married, 5 or 55, it's a great holiday and if you don't believe me then you need to move out from underneath your rain cloud.
You know what Valentine's Day means? An excuse to give someone you love something sweet. How is that a bad thing? Or how about special holiday candy. You don't have to be dating anyone to appreciate that. It's the best time of year for cheesey romantic comedies which are high on my list of things I love. Very high. It results in magnified colors of red whever you go. Red is beautiful and makes the world prettier.
And finally, my family happens to have the best two traditions for Valentine's in the whole world. First, my mom's side of the always mails Valentine's to each other (all pictures below come from the 80s, hence the awesome style).
I loved getting the family chains and personalized cards with school pictures and seeing them on the bulletin board all month.
My older brother and I were the only ones home my senior year of high school. He didn't want to participate in the family card making so as a joke (and cuz it was easy), I mailed out an old picture of the two of us in our jammies to the family.
That was the year we got more compliments on our card than ever before.
Even better is our family treasure hunt. I don't love this because it results in presents at the end (although I'm not complaining about that) but because of the competition. Racing around the house trying to beat my brothers to the finish line, hearing each other yell about how there is only ONE blue cupboard in the house and it's not there!!, or they checked all the horizontal mirros and didn't find anything!!, taking perverse pleasure in the fact that there have been angry tears as a result of not finding clues (sadly, I have no pictures of that), or getting locked in the garage...some of my best memories come from Valentine's Day treasure hunts. (And yes, Mom and Dad, this is my not-so-subtle hint that despite my age I'm still expecting a treasure hunt this year.)
If you're not looking forward to this day, then find someone you love and figure out something, big or small, that they'll appreciate to make their day better. I promise it'll be worth it.
You know what Valentine's Day means? An excuse to give someone you love something sweet. How is that a bad thing? Or how about special holiday candy. You don't have to be dating anyone to appreciate that. It's the best time of year for cheesey romantic comedies which are high on my list of things I love. Very high. It results in magnified colors of red whever you go. Red is beautiful and makes the world prettier.
And finally, my family happens to have the best two traditions for Valentine's in the whole world. First, my mom's side of the always mails Valentine's to each other (all pictures below come from the 80s, hence the awesome style).
I loved getting the family chains and personalized cards with school pictures and seeing them on the bulletin board all month.
My older brother and I were the only ones home my senior year of high school. He didn't want to participate in the family card making so as a joke (and cuz it was easy), I mailed out an old picture of the two of us in our jammies to the family.
That was the year we got more compliments on our card than ever before.
Even better is our family treasure hunt. I don't love this because it results in presents at the end (although I'm not complaining about that) but because of the competition. Racing around the house trying to beat my brothers to the finish line, hearing each other yell about how there is only ONE blue cupboard in the house and it's not there!!, or they checked all the horizontal mirros and didn't find anything!!, taking perverse pleasure in the fact that there have been angry tears as a result of not finding clues (sadly, I have no pictures of that), or getting locked in the garage...some of my best memories come from Valentine's Day treasure hunts. (And yes, Mom and Dad, this is my not-so-subtle hint that despite my age I'm still expecting a treasure hunt this year.)
If you're not looking forward to this day, then find someone you love and figure out something, big or small, that they'll appreciate to make their day better. I promise it'll be worth it.
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