Entries Tagged as ‘life’

March 7, 2008

this morning at 2:41

last night i woke up to an angry voice. he was cussing. a lot. of course this meant i had to wake up ryan. we lay there listening to it for awhile before i got up and opened the window. then i heard it was two people. ryan whispered, “what are you doing?”
i said, “i’m [...]

September 29, 2007

1 or 2? 2 or 3?

I just went to the eye dr. i always feel like they’re trying to trick me. you know when you sit in that chair and they flip those lenses in front of you and say, “1 or 2? 2 or 3?” and you have to guess because they all look the same? i kept picking [...]

September 28, 2007

ugly betty

i just watched episode 1 of season 2 from the show ugly betty. really, the second best show out there (aside from the office. this, of course, does not include arrested development which is retired because it was canceled).ugly betty is about this “ugly” girl who is good and sweet and honest and kind and [...]

September 24, 2007

paper or plastic remorse

i am a recycler. i have an extra paper sack right by our regular trash and when something paper, plastic or glass is being thrown away, i careful rinse it out or break it down and put it in my recycling bag. this justifies me when i go to the grocery store and they offer [...]

September 20, 2007

drugs please!

overheard in urgent care:
woman: i’m here for a drug test. i’m psychotic.
lovely.

September 19, 2007

hail the conquering hero

this morning ryan, ava and i awoke early to book it to the airport to welcome home ryan’s brother michael. michael had been in rosario, argentina serving a mormon mission and now, after two long years, was coming home. it was so good to see him! of course we were late and of course, michael’s [...]

September 13, 2007

old me and new me

last night ryan had a meeting for church stuff and ava went down just as he left so i had an evening all to myself. like i used to have. . .a long time ago. i quickly tidied (love that word, it is so neat and clean itself that it makes me picture my neat [...]