Monday, October 26, 2009

Kinda Scary...

But I guess that's what Halloween is all about! So.... HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!

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He he he...honestly...still cracking me up like 5 times later... :) Love our moves. So... dorkily us? :) And the best part...we had all those photos on file; didn't take a single one for this video. SPOOKY how photogenic we are, isn't it? :)

Monday, October 19, 2009

Ooga Boogas

Have you ever seen the movie King Kong? Well, the Big Apple must have felt a little bit of deja vus this week... Ooga Boogas took over the city! And the Capital too!

Yes, my friend Emily and I are Ooga Boogas (quite possibly the only 2 under the sun, although she has children now so I suppose there ARE little 1/2 spawns running around), and yes, we even had a stage of our life where there was a secret handshake/chant (and NO I won't tell you how old we were when all this was going on, because high schoolers really should be more mature than that :)). ANYWAY...point is, Ooga was in town this week, and you can imagine the fun two crazies like us had! With a whirlwind trip to New York, lots of girl time, and site seeing around the capital, it couldn't have gone faster!

Funny moments...let's see...
*Amber getting terrified about a pigeon standing RIGHT on the edge of the empire state building...then realizing they fly. (In all fairness, it is REALLY high up there!)

*Having lots and lots of people do double takes as we sat on a bench overlooking a gorgeous fountain in NYC and took a cheese ball break. Seriously, is it THAT weird for 2 grown women to be eating cheese balls? I guess it WAS a rainy, gloomy day and they ARE pretty neon...but still.

*Amber's hair getting caught on the button of a man's coat as he tried to exit the metro, and him frantically trying to untangle himself. "I hope I can get off the train...I hope I can get off the train..."

*Emily's Mary Poppins umbrella. Practically NOT perfect in every way!

*A waiter who insisted on making us take a giant bite of our pizza while he took a picture...over...and over...and over....until the whole restaurant was watching. At least they had gluten-free cupcakes!

*Realizing after viewing the pictures below that someone needs to pull out their GhostBusters gun and go to town on me and that coat! What was I thinking??? :)

*Introducing Emily to Gilly, Penelope, and the Lawrence Welk Show (if you don't know what I'm talking have a date with Hulu and some Saturday Night Live skits RIGHT this second).

I could go on and on...but I won't. I'll just post some of the best pictures of the gazillions taken this week, and say I miss you already Booga! Thanks for coming!

Sunday, October 11, 2009

When it rains pours

So, I can't really vouch for the saying "When it rains, it pours". Seems to me that sometimes it just sprinkles (at least in Utah...I guess in Virginia it usually only pours, but all this is distracting from my point...). But I CAN tell you this: if acorns start falling from the sky, WATCH OUT...(yes, run don't walk, to the nearest exit) cuz life is about to go from amazingly good, to just...good?

It all started with acorns attacking on Wednesday, and finally ended (we hope) with a trip to the emergency room this afternoon. But there was oh-so-much in between...

We'll start at the beginning. If you know me at all, you know that I love my car. You also know that I hate dings. It's really that simple--love my car, hate dings. It's not neurotic, it's it's bordering on neurotic, but whatever. So, I take really good care of her. I opt to park away from other cars and get in a bit of exercise, I take the extra bit of time to find good parking spots...I'm careful. It's just how I am. One of my quirks. So, imagine my dismay, when I went to go somewhere Thursday morning and discovered about 10 dings on Tink's hood. "WHAT in the WORLD....." In 5 years, she's only had 1 ding. 1. So, this was catastrophic. What could have happened? I turned detective, spinning around, looking at the trees above me, picturing the little evil squirrels I love so much jumping down onto my car, having some kind of weirdo dance party... Or maybe it was that idiotic car wash I took her through, with those big mean brushes... Then I found the culprit. The horrible windstorm the day before had knocked tons of acorns (yes cute little acorns) out of the tree above my parking spot, and launched them like little missiles right at Tinky. I couldn't believe it, and I'm not going to lie, I cried just a bit. Yes, tears. By Friday morning, I was determined to be ok with it, at least for the weekend, because Brian and I were off for a fun-filled weekend away in Philadelphia. I was going to put it out of my mind. Yes, our suitcases were at the door, we were ready to go, I was happy...and BAM. Brian returned from taking out the garbage.

Him: "Uh...Am....shoot. I don't know how jeez...uh..." (hugging me)
Me: "What's wrong?"
Him: "Uh...I don't think we'll be leaving as soon as we thought."
Me: "What's wrong?" (trying not to start hyperventilating)
Him: "Well...your car..."
Me: "Tell me..." (really hyperventilating as I pictured the whole oak tree crashing down on Tink)
Him: "I went to take the trash out, and I noticed a smashed beer bottle by your I went to look, and someone had thrown it into your car, cuz there's a big dent on the side,,,"
Me: "Are you serious?" (ready to slug him if he was kidding, and willing to forgive the oak tree if I could just get my hands around the neck of the obnoxious drunken teenager...)
Him: "Yes."

So, out we went and sure enough...nice dent in the door of my car. I couldn't believe it. Then I decided to look the rest of the car over, and to my horror (yes HORROR) the front panel of Tink was completely collapsed in as well, like someone had taken a bat to her, or thrown somebody into her. Sigh. Again, tears. This was getting to be unbelievable. I pulled it together, we took pictures, talked to management (worthless), called the police (apparently things like this are common enough that they don't even come out. You just file an online report. Sick world we live in!), filed a report, yada ya.

Again, I tried to put visions of car shops out of my head, and we got in Brian's car and headed to Philadelphia. But believe it or not, we're not through yet. The punches, they kept right on comin.
Friday night, Brian started coughing. A couple hours later, he had on sweats, and every blanket he could find but was still shaking. Then his head started killing him. About 3am, he woke me to tell me he was going to get some drugs. After pumping some Advil, he was able to sleep for a couple of hours, and actually felt well enough to site see all day Saturday. But by Saturday night...
his throat was killing him, and he was feverish, and achy. By this morning, he was just really, really ill. So we ex-nayed our Sunday site seeing plans, and started the walk to our parking garage to head home. I was relieved when we made it to the car--Bri was sick enough that walking there was almost too much for him. And I was worried about my safety--I had begun thinking I must have done something seriously wrong, and a lightening bolt might just be headed in my direction. :) Ah, safely in the car. The horrors over...

I slid in the driver's seat, and once Bri was nicely delirious in the passenger seat, I started the car....or tried to. Yes. I tried start. start. Three times. Nope. Can we say, "Dome light?". At this point, I just had to laugh hysterically. Honestly. After tracking down a nice guy for a jump (and ticking off a lot of people in the parking garage as we blocked their way doing it), we were on the road.

Half way home, Bri broke his half-out-of-it silence and requested I take him straight to the emergency room. We spent a few hours hanging out there, him in a mask and gown, and he was finally diagnosed with bronchitis, and possibly "the flu". He's been given drugs, and should be on the mend soon. But for now...passed out. :)

Quite the past few days, eh? :) I just thought I'd share the comedy of it all. And tell you all that I love you... you know, just in case an enormous pink hippo comes careening out of the sky and lands on me or something. At this point, it seems quite possible! ha ha ha. I always think that the mishaps make the memories, but seriously... ????? :)

The good news is, we still managed to have a great time in Philadelphia (on Saturday at least :)) and see some pretty cool things. And our life is still pretty stinkin good I suppose :).

Here's the pictures!

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Men & Ice Cream

So, tonight me and some of the girls I visit teach are getting together for an ice cream party while the boys are at the priesthood session of conference. I was debating over which toppings I should take to go with my vanilla ice cream, and asking Brian what he thought--and then I started telling him that I'm not really a toppings kind of girl. 9 times out of 10 I'll choose plain vanilla ice cream.

That is when Brian made the most profound, astute and hilarious comment of the weekend (well...ok...some of the general authorities might have him in the "profound" and "astute" categories...but was priceless):

"You like your ice cream like you like your men."

Me: "What?!"

Him: " like your ice cream like you like your men. Vanilla, straight... with very little on top" (at which point he ran his fingers through his oh-so-lucious hair).

Who wouldn't crack up. Seriously.

Some girls might like a tall drink of water, or a fancy shmancy bowl of some Ben and Jerry's concoction... but I'll take my hilarious scoop of vanilla ice cream anyday. :)