Saturday, September 26, 2009

Quote of the Day

I peed a little when I read Nicole's comment in regards to this picture that posted when I took a "which type of man suits you best blah blahblah something lame" quiz on facebook.....

"What the heck!? .... Is he gonna eat that baby for a snack?"


Friday, September 25, 2009

The Little Darling

I can only hope to have a kid so freaking hilarious and sassy. I love this child. How can I raise my kids to have accents?

Thursday, September 17, 2009


Never Been Kissed was on TV tonight. I love every single thing about the ending of this movie. Seriously. It gets me.... every. single. time. It doesn't matter how many times I see it. It makes my little heart want to explode. So I wanted to share. This is the first time I've been able to find both parts on youtube to be able to post it. I wish there were continuity because you really do need to watch both parts right next to each other. But whatever. Start here, and listen to the dialogue. Ya, it's long. Whatever. It's worth it:

OMG why did it have to stop there?? I know right.... Don't worry. I found Part Deux....

Okay so here's why I love it.

1. The boss man keeps saying "I've got weiners!" in the funniest excited voice ever.

2. Drew Barrymore actually looks cute for the first time in the whole movie.

3. I love Molly Shannon.

4. BEACH BOYS. "Don't Worry Baby" melts my heart. Seriously. I can't listen to that song without being sooooo happy.

5. When she drops the microphone my heart always stops and I get a little misty eyed. Every time.

6. When she realizes he showed up, her face is priceless.

7. I love that he JOGS out there, and then just walks straight up to her and kisses her without even saying anything, and the camera spins around as he does it and it is just so great.

8. I love that everyone starts kissing, but then the one girl totally has to hit the creeper with her purse.

9. "Sorry I'm late, it took me forever to get here...."

"I know what you mean."


I love it.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009


I'm pretty sure I have the swine flu. And I'm not even being sarcastic. I've been kind of sick since last Friday, and really sick since late Sunday night. At first I just thought it was a cold, so I just went about my business being a social butterfly. Also, I become very snuggly when I'm sick. Like a teddy bear with smallpox. I apologize.

Anyway, last night I still felt super nasty... so my roommate and I looked up the swine flu symptoms and what not. They include: fever, cough, sore throat, runny or stuffy nose, body aches, headache, chills and fatigue. Don't worry, because I have only experienced all of them. Yes, it could just be the regular flu, but I haven't been this sick with a cold for a long time. I didn't even get a cold last winter at all, so maybe its double duty this time.

So, we can approach this two ways.

First, I could quarantine myself and be super bored and miserable for the rest of the week.

OR. We could throw me a swine flu party. Anyone and everyone who loves me more than they value their own health is invited. We could have pigs in a blanket, ham sanwiches, bacon and the such. We could also watch Babe. I will do my hair in pigtails. It will be fab. Optional face masks would be provided. Don't pretend like you don't think it will be fun. I'm seriously considering it.

One question still remains in my mind... where did I catch the piggy flu? I'll tell you where. Because it just came to me. Last week, I was grocery shopping at Smith's and the checker in the line next to me was totally sick. He kept sneezing and being nasty. Also, he had a pony tail. Anyway. He sneezed a huge sneeze right next to me. THEN. I went home. When I got home I couldn't find my keys, so I went back to Smith's to ask if they had them in the lost and found. I talked to Mr. Ponytail, because he is old and funny and also nice. They didn't have my keys, so I went home and looked some more. The next day I went back to Smith's to see if they had been turned in. Again I was in the vicintity of Mr. Ponytail. And FINALLY... I went to Smith's AGAIN a couple days later to pick up some snacks for a work party. The Provo Smith's is a freaking petri dish. It all makes sense.

Call me if you want to be infected.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Well Hello There....

Michael Booble. I don't care what the correct pronunciation is. He's Michael Booble to me.
"Haven't met you yet" is such a happy little weird sounding song, but it gives me hope in this BYU world of dating I've somehow been swept up in lately.
I love this song. Someday I will look back on dating days and laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. But for now, I find consolation in knowing Michael Booble just hasn't met me yet.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Quote of the Day

"... And just like all good research, they came up with a way to torture babies... "

-Dr. Busby, talking about a study on forming attachment.

I laughed, because his comment reminded me of this picture that they had up on the BYU homepage for a long time. It is from an actual BYU study of infants and their responsiveness to emotion in music. Poor widdle baby!

Monday, September 7, 2009

A Series of Wins and Fails

I saw three red Mustangs today and refrained from keying any of them. WIN.

My womb hurts like the dickens. And I don't even really know what the expression "like the dickens" means. FAIL.

I walked to the grocery store (how healthy of me) and bought mostly veggies and the such. WIN.

I had to load my purse with canned goods and heavy things on the way home because my bags started breaking: FAIL.

Although the jaunt home made me sweaty, I successfully returned to my apartment without experiencing massive plastic grocery bag failure. WIN.

I was waved at today by an ancient man toting around his pet chihuahua in the front "basket" of his modified gas powered lawn mower.... WIN WIN WIN.

He stopped and got out before I could get a picture of him (and his little dog, too) driving down the street. FAIL.

I saw a blonde mulleted middle aged man driving down University Avenue like he was this shiz in a rusty blue early nineties firebird with an open hood and a hot pink engine block. WIN?
Annnnnd... I have no idea where my keys are. I think I lost them somewhere walking home. FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL.