tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117069082024-03-21T19:16:25.484-07:00The Wicked RageThe Ragehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033noreply@blogger.comBlogger117125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706908.post-51935125416761120462010-07-07T13:25:00.000-07:002010-07-07T14:25:18.520-07:00Wha Happen???<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEu4SyZuKYuoJyQFiqCyYWxgSMiq_v6P3rCwrIYaaQAUAkC_fBKuO5twEKIwwskRA7Tx-VVKW_C10tts5CcgL5l0iuvmjLgYBg8Gc0-Z7b44SjJB_TSBlB8848Vy71IPRdlK_eUA/s1600/gradma+lil.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 172px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEu4SyZuKYuoJyQFiqCyYWxgSMiq_v6P3rCwrIYaaQAUAkC_fBKuO5twEKIwwskRA7Tx-VVKW_C10tts5CcgL5l0iuvmjLgYBg8Gc0-Z7b44SjJB_TSBlB8848Vy71IPRdlK_eUA/s320/gradma+lil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491264434351492866" /></a><br /><br />I know that I disappeared from the blogosphere for quite a moment but it was necessary. There was too much crap going on. Plus how can you make a triumphant return if you never leave? Exactly. So here is (in a very short form) a recap of the last few months:<br /><br />First, my incredibly loud and fabulous grandmother lost her fight with lung cancer. She was so great. I wish everyone could have met her. So I flew home to California for a few days. Little did I know that exactly a month later (to the day - hence the word exactly) my grandfather on the other side of my family passed away from being old. He was the most amazing man and chef. You'd think that most pasta is the same but being Italian really gave him the advantage of making everything taste wonderful and magical and fabulous. Plus he was hysterical. So that was my second trip to California.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgawSQzR5r3RDcKFgstkwOPJpiIul2VG1SoQ9Yq-9nLpz3t4sVQuwKP6tJovkkeeLdK8s7mcEDUtRhS_KGBgTFbDgzwV5GGdnemS0sjdM40npcX1r8UFsXW_T2flNalBvWY7iDV8g/s1600/Grandpa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgawSQzR5r3RDcKFgstkwOPJpiIul2VG1SoQ9Yq-9nLpz3t4sVQuwKP6tJovkkeeLdK8s7mcEDUtRhS_KGBgTFbDgzwV5GGdnemS0sjdM40npcX1r8UFsXW_T2flNalBvWY7iDV8g/s320/Grandpa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491265661557750786" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL3Kn4_m93AV_JEzJFlRyXDe9Dk5ZNi6Tdi5XuwKOptVryv0UGzp3iTbR-7Jb8Jx7JNOTy_VbMn_LRPfOieTzrVijVTIVl3cN317kDc1obIvpKdfHlM-rOOmDF0PKWAIvzjTEWBA/s1600/me,taylor%40disneyland.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL3Kn4_m93AV_JEzJFlRyXDe9Dk5ZNi6Tdi5XuwKOptVryv0UGzp3iTbR-7Jb8Jx7JNOTy_VbMn_LRPfOieTzrVijVTIVl3cN317kDc1obIvpKdfHlM-rOOmDF0PKWAIvzjTEWBA/s320/me,taylor%40disneyland.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491267184031698610" /></a><br />Me and Taylor<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Luckily my third trip to California was to go to Disneyland... so it made Cali seem fun and bright again. We went to celebrate my 31st birthday, Meghann's 19th and Lindsay's 28th. Unfortunately Taylor's is in December but she got to come with us anyway. Disneyland was just as fun as I always remembered.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLyWniYmSqEz83Egu7Puwew7Fn_dvKU_YHFqxpTYMzcSrEp_8L0QDhC_rzQ0X10gNFl8zScgraet7eFtLAiWYeJUXq8kYcjzUYQ9TGrBtt1rQs9Taksi0iCSYUErsLFN_15hL4Dg/s1600/Buzz+Lightyear.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLyWniYmSqEz83Egu7Puwew7Fn_dvKU_YHFqxpTYMzcSrEp_8L0QDhC_rzQ0X10gNFl8zScgraet7eFtLAiWYeJUXq8kYcjzUYQ9TGrBtt1rQs9Taksi0iCSYUErsLFN_15hL4Dg/s320/Buzz+Lightyear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491270423799607170" /></a><br />Me and Lindsay... I totally won!<br /><br /><br /><br />Then this happened on the 23rd of May and I haven't been able to work since! <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQGn3_71PNOH__8glsweMpWV6y6F5nwaNyM1-PRzKGtdCJnptJja6nwDN2-3KieNAH412MXxeKjwkPGbHKYTgGRfC2Ph3AndAI447D6qvZHhOym0MpkFG88Be55QYjElcOGCNLfA/s1600/foursquare.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQGn3_71PNOH__8glsweMpWV6y6F5nwaNyM1-PRzKGtdCJnptJja6nwDN2-3KieNAH412MXxeKjwkPGbHKYTgGRfC2Ph3AndAI447D6qvZHhOym0MpkFG88Be55QYjElcOGCNLfA/s320/foursquare.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491278227950442498" /></a><br /><br />The site of the carnage. Damn you foursquare! I will hopefully be heading back to work at the very end of July or beginning of August.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ5DpB3QhhnJFRHiCJd2vLgFJz2txDbGckMPoW8EvZ7tElZ8wTWOAtHr7IoqX44IpROlA8O96Q2vWmmUnW_ImAuVuqffDUWnnwCOsz77yk7VOodqGM9IaSbgHv80zYLaGDaQgTzw/s1600/ankle1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ5DpB3QhhnJFRHiCJd2vLgFJz2txDbGckMPoW8EvZ7tElZ8wTWOAtHr7IoqX44IpROlA8O96Q2vWmmUnW_ImAuVuqffDUWnnwCOsz77yk7VOodqGM9IaSbgHv80zYLaGDaQgTzw/s200/ankle1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491271742481924194" /></a><br /><br />While Michele and I waited in the emergency room at the hospital we decided to snap some pictures. She is the one wearing sandals.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA0t7GOhxzc_Dd3mM0JVCTW-RtF-L9Vp9NvvM6vzi6M8PrIUz9q3O-KdVaq5ZqQRhrsYs79-Z7Naf5PhMw5CNxouHwH3MrQvE5xJPcYiPJ3qmFnMf7SC0mLpy2bhIYN8cgYilw9w/s1600/ankle2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA0t7GOhxzc_Dd3mM0JVCTW-RtF-L9Vp9NvvM6vzi6M8PrIUz9q3O-KdVaq5ZqQRhrsYs79-Z7Naf5PhMw5CNxouHwH3MrQvE5xJPcYiPJ3qmFnMf7SC0mLpy2bhIYN8cgYilw9w/s200/ankle2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491272000692488802" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYg8U2uYAxCTKAiZNLtMK5iEH2Dw_rOOGRhrhBbHBIY9FxYL8JQQ04YFBcJT14Ilg-nLpitseN4o_SvYkN1xz3tZ3-Z9q6b3a1NjhvuPddrReh5yzA0y0V7YVVNTUka12rZKPgqQ/s1600/ankle3.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYg8U2uYAxCTKAiZNLtMK5iEH2Dw_rOOGRhrhBbHBIY9FxYL8JQQ04YFBcJT14Ilg-nLpitseN4o_SvYkN1xz3tZ3-Z9q6b3a1NjhvuPddrReh5yzA0y0V7YVVNTUka12rZKPgqQ/s200/ankle3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491272292930618434" /></a><br /><br />After the fiberglass splints I was upgraded to two walking boots and a wheelchair. I have wheelchair pics too but I just can't find them.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz1b_HR6HbreTF-764ZjhYoTRV2P9rnOUdS2yTAMzvCgyDFt1adxckryd2lCfR_04QogEozJpioB0Z12PmUFdMwJ1_FxQNfUns5rfFxs9KSoMUUA-Mm5TPX6CAI3-siHfwdEBQSA/s1600/ankle4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz1b_HR6HbreTF-764ZjhYoTRV2P9rnOUdS2yTAMzvCgyDFt1adxckryd2lCfR_04QogEozJpioB0Z12PmUFdMwJ1_FxQNfUns5rfFxs9KSoMUUA-Mm5TPX6CAI3-siHfwdEBQSA/s200/ankle4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491272632921724738" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtPsBB8aOf__LlWVuAz5nGkKYmFFRlIy-MQ7jkpLDtVpMlI40nF21uw510MAu3yy546LNfL53BpIiNy-LTNgwGkvrg4ptMdH6vBkbffYJ6kPFfeI8T74HsT1AVqLTx616iW9NfPA/s1600/ankle5.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtPsBB8aOf__LlWVuAz5nGkKYmFFRlIy-MQ7jkpLDtVpMlI40nF21uw510MAu3yy546LNfL53BpIiNy-LTNgwGkvrg4ptMdH6vBkbffYJ6kPFfeI8T74HsT1AVqLTx616iW9NfPA/s200/ankle5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491272831281879026" /></a><br /><br />But most of the time I just sat around and looked at my bruises. Even my toes bruised and I damaged the nerves to my toes so sometime my 2nd, 3rd and 4th toes fall asleep for no reason - pretty cool.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYyuLK1Ma2EWK__cjwSuzP5kGCLygRv7eXVyVNBSXgdorgXlZLESDxIM91uJ3j9PVUXVvpyjHmx1f8L_N8jW7IBLw5dAqcM8tPIXrFe_8lh4azi0FM6MwnHKNHrKXjRc-dfk4JXQ/s1600/ankle6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYyuLK1Ma2EWK__cjwSuzP5kGCLygRv7eXVyVNBSXgdorgXlZLESDxIM91uJ3j9PVUXVvpyjHmx1f8L_N8jW7IBLw5dAqcM8tPIXrFe_8lh4azi0FM6MwnHKNHrKXjRc-dfk4JXQ/s200/ankle6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491273013551646386" /></a><br /><br /><br />So there you have it... the last four months of my life. Huh, not bad.The Ragehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706908.post-25927579735183403472010-03-19T00:03:00.000-07:002010-03-19T00:17:35.049-07:00Can't Live Without ThisI know that this isn't a real post but this is what makes me happy. Everyone should love this song and love Leslie Hall. I really want this as my ringtone. It brings a smile to my face and may even get me through my next round of bereavement days. I'll be in California again next week for yet another grandparent funeral. Awesome. Til then I'm going to listen to Tight Pants/ Body Rolls on repeat until I can't stand it. This is the real video and that is what she looks like. Kind of really disturbing and leaves nothing to the imagination. Love it!<br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J1c2KzJbcGA&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J1c2KzJbcGA&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>The Ragehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706908.post-80413990441119267372010-01-26T16:26:00.000-08:002010-01-26T16:32:04.432-08:00I Cried Tears of LaughterI really love the music. I think it added just the right touch.<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AyHG0giTw7k&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AyHG0giTw7k&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>The Ragehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706908.post-15360030795136213712009-12-15T23:44:00.000-08:002009-12-15T23:46:02.297-08:00Merry Christmas!!!<a href="http://failblog.org/2009/11/30/santa-fail-3/"><img src="http://failblog.wordpress.com/files/2009/11/epic-fail-santa-fail1.jpg" alt="epic fail pictures" title="epic-fail-santa-fail" class="mine_2849862912" /></a><br />see more <a href="http://failblog.org">Epic Fails</a>The Ragehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706908.post-23045406727517546202009-11-14T00:53:00.000-08:002009-11-14T01:28:47.103-08:00The Awful TruthYou really want to know what I've been up to for the last few months? Most recently I sat through an entire half hour of this crap for work (my girls were so good). It's called <span style="color:#00cccc;">Experimental Music</span>. It's <span style="color:#33cc00;">weird, creepy, sounds like a horror movie and creepiest when being played and paired with a dramatic interpretation of some crazy poem</span>. It was all I could do not to laugh out loud and even then a few not so lady like snorts escaped. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Here's a tip - let the video load and then cue it up somewhere in the middle. It will make it less likely that you will have to kill yourself after hearing it.</span> First it was a fifteen minute solo of this guy (Malcom Goldstein) and then some BYU people joined in the chaos. Things I saw that were experimental:<br /><br />1. guitar being strummed with an envelope<br />2. violin being played with one of those clear projector plastic page things<br />3. a golf ball being rolled around in a glass jar on the floor<br />4. someone laying (lying?) in a piano to pluck the strings<br />5. the bow of a violin being scraped on the music stand<br />6. a tuba that would play a really loud note every now and then just to scare me<br />7. general spastic movements (I like to call them seizures) while playing an instrument<br />8. sheet music with big blobs and shapes on them instead of notes.<br /><br />Thank you mindless job, thank you.<br /><br /><br />Here's some sheet music:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.thefieryfurnaces.com/site/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/sheetmusic-245x300.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.thefieryfurnaces.com/site/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/sheetmusic-245x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.sparkcaster.com/demotivational/images/aphex%20twin.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 654px; height: 546px;" src="http://www.sparkcaster.com/demotivational/images/aphex%20twin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />And this too!<br /><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RlPqc78zeF0&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RlPqc78zeF0&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>The Ragehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706908.post-2019963084122397872009-07-20T23:05:00.000-07:002009-07-20T23:20:06.642-07:00My life is so boring.I wish that I had something magical and inspirational to tell you all. I mean after a month and a half of not updating this blog bloggy blog - I've still got nothing. So let's go with things that I've learned from some "special" friends at work (all events are from the last week of my life).<br /><br />1. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Don't</span> cheek your meds.<br />2. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Don't</span> cheek your meds and then give them to others so they can OD on them, it is bad.<br />3. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Don't</span> be evil and lie to people who are trying to help you - it only pisses them off.<br />4. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Don't</span> call people mom when they are not your mom - it only pisses them off.<br />5. <span style="color:#33cc00;">Do</span> win soccer and softball tournament when you don't deserve it because you are cheeking your meds.<br />6. <span style="color:#33cc00;">Do</span> let people pull you off of the person you are beating up.<br />7. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Don't</span> knee people in the head as they are pulling you off of the person you are beating up.<br />8. <span style="color:#33cc00;">Do</span> put on sunscreen so that you don't get second degree burns on you body.<br />9. <span style="color:#33cc00;">Do</span> be sneaky so that when you are caught - it is all the sweeter for others.<br />AND FINALLY<br />10. <span style="color:#33cc00;">Do</span> go on vacation when things are getting hard - in fact run to the nearest nerd convention.<br /><br />There you have it - I have to bestest mostest educationalistic job in the world. I will let you know how Comic-con goes!The Ragehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706908.post-1987812300266917852009-06-19T10:08:00.000-07:002009-06-19T10:17:24.934-07:00This is so true...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvndXaJ0lv7W3MvlPEm_xUkBZB3Vfk_rZF2B7-3aTHyHf8r8muhR9rRLn1baA_Rkbe-Rimlm9J09og5tZFjIrVtJIV4x6W55o8roF84Llr8neAnbfQBz0aJa-xfx8K51oi7435pQ/s1600-h/crazy+hot+scale.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349088638014246386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvndXaJ0lv7W3MvlPEm_xUkBZB3Vfk_rZF2B7-3aTHyHf8r8muhR9rRLn1baA_Rkbe-Rimlm9J09og5tZFjIrVtJIV4x6W55o8roF84Llr8neAnbfQBz0aJa-xfx8K51oi7435pQ/s400/crazy+hot+scale.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>This is true for both guys and girls, trust me.<br /><div></div>The Ragehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706908.post-67557143071061394522009-06-01T21:00:00.000-07:002009-06-01T21:16:24.620-07:00It's been a little while...It's been the tiniest bit of time since I've blogged so let's answer some questions. The ever popular update when I answer questions that I have avoided or answered untruthfully in the past few month. So here we go:<br /><br />Not as much as you do apparently.<br />Yes, yes and yes.<br />Get the hell away from me.<br />Yes, I'm pissed off.<br />I do think you are a jerk.<br />I can barely wait!<br />It's been over a month.<br />Someone else, wish you were someone else.<br />Because I don't want to.<br />Actually, pretty excited.<br />Me! I want to go!<br /><br />Just a few of the answers that I kept quiet or lied about :) Let me know if you think any apply to you!The Ragehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706908.post-3397191453013608592009-04-10T11:59:00.000-07:002009-04-10T12:11:13.471-07:00The Two TemperaturesI like to shower. It is one of my favorite past times and I look forward to showers morning and night - I like to shower. Not today - My shower sucked for the following reasons:<br /><br />1. There were two temperatures in my shower today - Scalding Hot and Freezing Cold. Now, I like a hot shower but this was burn and melt your skin off hot. When you are trying to stand out of the way of the water so that you don't die but you just have to make it cooler or you won't survive. And then it was so cold that I couldn't stand it! And no matter how I tried there was no happy inbetweeen... it sucked.<br /><br />2. The water was so hot that it was super freakin' steamy. Now you might think, " I like steam - I hang my clothes in the bathroom so the steam will take out the wrinkles", with a stupid grin on your face. It was so steamy that I felt like I couldn't breathe. I had to shower with the bathroom door open to get some air circulation and luckily I was the only one home :)<br /><br />3. I had to shower with the door open. What if someone had come home? I was having an anxiety attack the whole time.<br /><br />4. When I stepped out of the shower it was freezing! Really the temperature of the bathroom was about -2 degrees. And the worst part?<br /><br />5. I forgot my towel. They are usually hanging on the hook in the bathroom, but I grabbed them to wash them and didn't rehang them. Kill me - it was a cold dash through the livingroom to my bedroom...<br /><br />6. Where my blinds were open :)<br /><br />My shower this morning sucked.The Ragehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706908.post-7776625498180279972009-04-06T20:12:00.000-07:002009-04-06T20:38:47.637-07:00Lying<span style="color:#cc0000;">Confession time</span>:<br /><br />There are very few things that I'm really good at in this life. Pretty adequate at quite a few things but nothing too sensational. But I can say that <span style="color:#ffff00;">I am one hell of a liar</span>. I'm dead serious - I can lie with the best of them. It's true that I don't have a criminal mind (proven by the apparent anxiety attack that I suffered during the great <span style="color:#6666cc;">Phone Book Caper of 2007</span>). I do have a hard time with the fantastical lies for the gulliable but only because they believe the impossible and I just can't keep a straight face :)<br /><br />It's the little lies that I slip in or lies that I say to protect myself or others - those ones are so easy. So easy - often they are out of my mouth before I even realize it. Those small things that people won't really question because it's not worth the time, not important, just don't care or more often than not - it is what they want to hear anyway.<br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Lies of omission are my favorite!</span> I absolutely love to give people just enough information to placate them, keep them interested, enough to get them to leave me alone, just enough to keep my secrets (or the secrets of others) safe. <span style="color:#ff6600;">I love secrets. I love to have secrets. I love other people's secrets. I love my own secrets. I love to keep secrets.</span><br /><br />Now, there are some faithful readers who are thinking, "Wait, she's told me some of her secrets." That may be true. <span style="color:#99ff99;">If I have - you only know a part of it</span>. There isn't another person on earth that knows what I know. In the immortal words of celebrity TV diaries: You think you know but you have no idea.<br /><br />So... let the guessing begin. I was recently very intrigued by the guesses of a friend. I would like to know what others think too! <span style="color:#009900;">Good Luck.</span>The Ragehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706908.post-10278239329207049152009-03-14T22:48:00.000-07:002009-03-14T23:04:40.837-07:00ReobsessionI never thought that it would be so hard to become obsessed with something again (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">reobsession</span>). Mostly because I can become fanatical over just about anything in the shortest amount of time, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">lickety</span>-split you could say. This week I was proven wrong several times. Here is a short list of things I tried to be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">reobsessed</span> with this week and struggled immensely:<br /><br />1. Sleep - I stayed up until 6am twice this week and really wanted to sleep, I just couldn't. I remember the good old days when my head could hit the pillow and I'd be out.<br /><br />2. Gym - Now, I was pretty obsessed with the gym for a little while - Then that passion left me all alone. I started going back to the gym about two weeks ago. It has been killer and I've hated more days than I've liked. I'm trying to tell myself that it will all get better in time :)<br /><br />3. Water - I have a love hate relationship with water. Last summer I couldn't get enough. Now I have to force myself to drink the bare minimum required so that I don't die. Plus water tastes gross, it always has, I'm working on this one still.<br /><br />4. Wearing a watch - This <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">reobsession</span> is almost <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">achieved</span>! It took a while to get used to a watch catching on everything and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Francyst</span> was none too happy about his new wrist companion. BUT -I forgot to wear it to work yesterday and I almost went crazy! I'm so close to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">reobsession</span> I can taste it.<br /><br />These are just a few things on a long list of things I am currently or would like to be obsessed with - What about you?The Ragehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706908.post-24490621152295443392009-02-22T13:36:00.000-08:002009-02-22T13:51:50.841-08:00Church: The FeastNot only was church a spiritual feast today, but a visual feast as well. This won't be a long post seeing as how I need to go to work very, very soon. Just a little list to share the wonders of my ward.<br /><br />1. Scarlett (nickname) - The chick who wears giant Gone with the Wind hats every sunday. Todays hat was black BUT WAIT! Pair the hat with a black, silk, floor length skirt with a train. A train! Then add on top of the that - She never wears shoes - ever. She wanders around church barefoot - it's disgusting, she is crazy, but very nice.<br /><br />2. Snuggie (nickname)- I'm pretty sure this would have worn a snuggie (the blanket with sleeves) if she owned one. She was wrapped in a bright blue blanket. She was trying to wear it as a shawl. It was a giant blanket.<br /><br />3. Tagua (actual name) - She is very sweet and nice, but an interesting dresser every Sunday. I have no doubt that she is interesting every day of the week. Today she was sporting a silk kimono dress thing, black pants underneath and black riding boots.<br /><br />4. The Actor (nickname) - This gentleman wears a variety of tutlenecks paired with a lovely sport coat. Today on the lapel of his jacket he had a few (3) lapel pins. All different condiments. The Ketcup lapel pin was my favorite but that might be because I was hungry.<br /><br />These are the four that stood out to me this week and made it very hard to have Christ like thoughts during Ward Conference. My ward also has higher than normal instances of Crimes of Fashion such as nylons with open toed shoes, grandma dresses and ties with cartoons on them.<br /><br />I love my ward.The Ragehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706908.post-22010460434391168022009-02-13T00:11:00.001-08:002009-02-13T00:21:44.440-08:00Dream Update #3So I must be really stressed out once again. My crazy dreams have resurfaced and in another weird way. Last night, this is what I dealt with:<br /><br />1. I was Noah and had to build an ark. Except that I was me, living in modern day and I didn't have to collect animals. The general population was pretty cool with me building an ark. I realized during my dream that I was dreaming that I was a female Noah and it was crazy.<br /><br />After that dream ended, I woke up - thought it was crazy and went back to sleep. That's when this dream popped up:<br /><br />2. Again, I built a boat. I built a little canoe/rowboat thing from "scratch". By scratch I mean that I cut branches off trees in my backyard and fashioned a boat. So I decided that I needed to take a first float on it - by myself - in the mountains - during a lightning storm - down a river - ending in a waterfall. ALL OF YOU WERE COOL WITH IT! Oh, did I mention that I carried it up the mountain by myself? Yep. Unfortunately or fortunately, depending on how you look at it - I woke up before I could complete the epic journey down the mountain.<br /><br />Again, what do you think?<br />P.S. - I already know that I am crazy and that is not helpful feedback :)The Ragehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706908.post-9288231471354129562009-02-07T23:19:00.000-08:002009-02-07T23:40:31.893-08:00WickedI'm a wicked person with a wicked heart. I need to learn to let go of things - but I don't want to :) I've said enough.The Ragehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706908.post-21090642949536375362009-01-29T23:32:00.000-08:002009-01-29T23:42:56.973-08:00A Dream UpdateJust wanted to give a quick update on the crazy dreams of late:<br /><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">1. The other night I was lion tamer. It was weird and I was totally calm throughout the performance. I can even remember the smell of the lion's breath... at least what I dreamt it would smell like. As a side note, the smell was not as bad as you might think!</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">2. Last night I was Superwoman. Seriously, I lived the Superman movie. At some point I realized I could fly ( I love flying dreams, they are my favorite!) and was checking out the dynamics of how it worked and how I could control it. At one point I was testing my speed. <span style="color:#cc33cc;">I could fly so fast - It was so F-ing Awesome!</span> I kept finding all of these resorts to visit. I was super strong. The kryptonite was the worst. A blinding green and very painful. It was exhausting. It was one of those dreams where you wake up and then fall asleep again to continue the dream. It happened over a three hour span. Needless to say, I didn't feel rested at all today.</span><br /><br />Just wondering - What does it all mean?The Ragehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706908.post-86747444389850787622009-01-24T00:03:00.000-08:002009-01-24T00:52:21.354-08:00Truth and Lies...Holy Crap - I can't resist these stupid things and who doesn't want to know inane facts about my life?<br /><br /><br />Promise to be honest?<br />No<br /><br />Who was your last text from?<br />Abby - Comic-con is soon.<br /><br />When is the next time you'll kiss someone?<br />No freakin' clue...<br /><br />Last thing you drank?<br />Coke<br /><br />Are you happy right now?<br />Right right now? No - so I'm blogging to feel better.<br /><br />What color are your eyes?<br />Umm, brown, but they change to match my hair color.<br /><br />If you could have one thing right now what would it be?<br />To be independently wealthy. I love and crave money.<br /><br />When is your birthday?<br />May 15th<br /><br />Do you think you'll be married in 10 years?<br />Honestly? No. Am I lying?<br /><br />Did you have a good day?<br />Not bad but too many early morning phone calls! Leave me alone when I am sleeping!<br /><br />How many children do you want?<br />Umm, ??? Please refer to the question that was two before this one.<br /><br />What are your plans for the weekend?<br />Sleep, chill and try not to think about work.<br /><br />Are you happy with the way things are going now?<br />I'm working on changing things... I might be going crazy and i can't have that...<br /><br />Do you have any plans for tomorrow?<br />Yes, to do absolutely nothing!<br /><br />What do you currently hear right now?<br />My roommate is making a fizzing airborne drink and now she is drinking it - I think I might barf...<br /><br />Is your heart broken right now?<br />Seems to be okay. Tomorrow could be different.<br /><br />Do you have trust issues?<br />Absoutely. Yes. Most definitely.<br /><br />Who did you last tell a secret to?<br />Me? I like to keep the important things to myself - so mind your own business.<br /><br />Is there anybody you wish you could be spending time with right now?<br />Anyone but who else is awake at 1:22 am?<br /><br />Who was the first person you talked to today?<br />Michele. It was so early I barely remember it.<br /><br />Have you ever done something outrageously dumb?<br />Daily. Getting pulled over on Wednesday was pretty awesome.<br /><br />Is there someone on your mind that shouldn't be?<br />Yes and yes. And they should not be.<br /><br />Would you ever get a tattoo?<br />A snowflake with flames around it?<br /><br />Would you rather it be sunny or raining?<br />Sunny, but raining when you are snuggled up in bed is so great too.<br /><br />Are your eyes the same color as your mom's or dad's?<br />Dad. Mom's are green and I didn't get that lucky.<br /><br />Do you do your own laundry?<br />No, my laundry gnome does it.<br /><br />Been caught doing something you weren't supposed to do?<br />Yes. Oh my goodness, yes.<br /><br />Do you sing in the car?<br />Everywhere I go and at the top of my lungs, maybe why my music is always so loud.<br /><br />Is your cell phone fully charged?<br />Uh, no. One bar. I should probably take care of that soon. I'm so popular.<br /><br />Could you go out in public looking like you do now?<br />Yup. Don't care. I often look like crap and couldn't care less. Oh well.<br /><br />What was the last movie you watched?<br />??? Twilight? That is so embarassing. Just kidding, Marley and Me. I cried so much - I'm such a caring and sweet person.<br /><br />What are you doing after this?<br />Take some nyquil so I can sleep and not cough all night.<br /><br />Baths or showers?<br />Showers. Who wants to bathe in their own filth? Not me.<br /><br />What time did you wake up this morning?<br />10:45 am. Anything before that is too dang early! Leave me alone!<br /><br />Whats on your bed?<br />Pillows, blankets and a target bag.<br /><br />Will you be in a relationship next month?<br />No. Mostly not at all.<br /><br />Do you like to cuddle/snuggle?<br />Yep, cuddle slut.<br /><br />Are you excited about anything today?<br />That I don't have to work.<br /><br />What is the last gift someone got you?<br />a gift card to target. I bought a space heater.<br /><br />What were you doing at midnight last night?<br />watching a movie on tv - we have 5,000,000 channels<br /><br />Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?<br />There are a few, I'm lucky like that...<br /><br />Who did you last eat Chinese food with?<br />Treatment kids. Technicallly, it was mexican chinese food - does that count? And I hated it.<br /><br />Single or Taken?<br />STD - Single Til Death<br /><br />Is anyone on your bad side right now?<br />Yes, yes there is. And it might be you? How do you feel about that?<br /><br />When did you last talk to your brother or sister?<br />a Couple of days ago.<br /><br />Do you think your last ex deserves to die?<br />Die? No. Mangled? No. Trip and fall, maybe scrape a knee? Yeah.<br /><br />Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoos?<br />I will always want to pierce my lip. I know that it is not professional, I don't care - Love it.<br /><br />Is the last person you kissed mad at you?<br />Nope. Barely know each other. I don't think we will ever see each other again anyway.<br /><br />Do you text message a lot?<br />Sure do.<br /><br />Do you make wishes on shooting stars?<br />Yeppers, it couldn't hurt, right?<br /><br />What was the reason behind why you last cried?<br />You don't really want to know.<br /><br />Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?<br />Yes.<br /><br />Last girl you talked on the phone with?<br />Michele<br /><br />Are you ticklish?<br />No. And I hate it when people do try to tickle me. I think that it goes back to the time as a child when I was being tickled and I passed out.<br /><br />Is success in your future?<br />Yes Please?<br /><br />What do you think of Valentine's day?<br />Hate it, always have reguardless of if I had a significant other at the time or not. Just hate it.<br /><br />How is your hair right now?<br />Just had it cut yesterday so it is a tad too short, but it looks healthy - so that's good.<br /><br />Have you ever kissed someone who's name started with a E?<br />Yep.<br /><br />Can you remember the person you liked this time last year?<br />No. I think it's been a long time since I've for real liked someone. Hmm, makes ya think.<br /><br />So, that's it. More info about me and my days than you probably ever wanted to know. And I don't care. I'm sure some of it was intriguing - it was for me.The Ragehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706908.post-33846776540043372282009-01-22T23:54:00.000-08:002009-01-23T00:03:15.289-08:00Nerds Unite!It has been decided and the plan has already been put into motion. At this point in time it is for sure that Andrew and I are on our way to Comic-Con 2009. I am aware that this is the nerdiest thing I have ever done in my life and <span style="color:#ff6666;">I DON'T CARE</span>! I'm so freaking excited! I just want to put this out there:<br /><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">Everyone is invited to come along with us!</span><br /><br />It is turning into quite the journey with plan tickets, rental cars and hotels. It is going to be a grand adventure and you should all come along with us! Our motto for this adventure is : <span style="color:#000099;">"You only live once - so why haven't we been to comic-con yet?"</span> Just wanted to put it out there so that everyone else can get their affairs in order and join the adventure. For more information on Comic-con, go here:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.comic-con.org/cci/">http://www.comic-con.org/cci/</a><br /><br />We (I speak for the Freakishly Tall one, I'm sure it would be okay with him) expect to see you there!The Ragehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706908.post-28318406186168654902009-01-17T18:13:00.000-08:002009-01-17T22:56:03.950-08:00Quick TiradeTwo posts in one day? Wha happen?<br /><br />I need to rant because it is quite possible that I might kill someone.<br /><br />1. I've had a really crappy four days at work and I've got four to go before I get a day off. I mean, they have really sucked - more than you could possibly imagine. I've been gone from work for two hours and I've had three phone calls already.<br /><br />2. My roommate is getting married this weekend so her family has been staying at our house for three days. Did anyone have the courtesy to ask me if that was okay? No. I would have been fine with it, just ask please. COMMON COURTESY. But I did get volunteered to clean the bathroom because "guests" would be using it for the bridal shower, the family dinner and the extra people that would be staying. F-ing Awesome... but I did it.<br /><br />3. So I come home from work today to relax and not think about at-risk youth for two minutes. My house is trashed. I get it, wedding, blah, blah, blah. I mean there is S--t everywhere. I can't even cook anything because the kitchen is a dump. But then I remember... WAIT! I have Mt. Dew in the fridge and chesse-its, a healthy balanced meal.<br /><br />The Kicker:<br />I open the fridge door and it's not there. No Mt. Dew to be found! I look in the trash. Ah - there it is, empty and crushed. Two liters? Really? <a href="http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong><em>I hope I do sleepwalk</em></strong></span> </a>(please read my previous post on my crazy night activities) and take someone out and I hope it is the Dew Stealer. I'm so pissed... seriously. Could this day get worse? I'm gonna go with a big, fat NO!<br /><br /><em>Update: I was so wrong. The day could get worse and it is my own fault for not knocking on wood. An aquiantace dropped a bomb - you know who you are... jerk. And I just watched the longest Western of my life - so lame yet so good. Thanks for sucking me in The Big Country.</em>The Ragehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706908.post-70329550236931138602009-01-17T00:15:00.000-08:002009-01-17T00:35:45.485-08:00Sleeping?So, I just wanted to put a quick blurb out there and get your input on what is happening in my life the last few days... here goes.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Senario #1:</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Two days ago I woke up in bed with a bunch of bobby pins clutched tightly in my hand. When I went to sleep I had two in my hair and there were three or four on my nightstand. In the morning I woke up with all six clutched tightly in my fist... I don't recall doing that at all. What do you think it means?</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;">Senario #2:</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">Last night I went to bed as usual. Granted I had some on-the-crazy-side dreams but didn't really think anything of it. Until I woke up for real this morning. Here is the weird part and I'm sure I'm insane:</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">When went to bed I was wearing sweats (pants and shirt). When I woke up I was wearing jeans. Still the same sweatshirt but new shirt underneath it. The pjs I went to sleep in were in my laundry basket. Oh, and my phone was clutched in my hand... I don't recall it at all.</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">A few important details to be aware of before you make your diagnosis:</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">1. I am super stressed out by work and the moronic tendencies of certain youth.</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">2. I do not use drugs.</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">3. I was not under the influence of any sleep aides.</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">4. I wasn't clinically crazy until now.</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">5. I am a Taurus, I like long walks on the beach and I enjoy wakeboarding, chocolate and Mt. Dew.</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">So, I'm open to your diagnosis. In your expert opinion, let me know what is wrong with me. I promise I will greatly appreciate it. Or I may sleep walk, kill you, come home and change my clothes and remember nothing the next day :)</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span>The Ragehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706908.post-54665908239147235782009-01-13T23:17:00.001-08:002009-01-13T23:36:52.589-08:00The First Rage of '09!It seems to be the trend among blogs that since it is the beginning of a new years I must write a post about <span style="color:#ffff00;">my hopes, dreams and goals for 2009</span>. Which is this: <span style="color:#3333ff;">To Be</span> <span style="color:#3333ff;">Better Than 2008</span>. Not too lofty of a goal, but still gonna take some minimal effort - so I feel good about it. On to bigger and better things.<br /><br />Now, for those of you that know me... I have a tendency to be a <span style="color:#00cccc;">bit of a pessimist</span> on the outside, but on the inside I have a <span style="color:#ffcc00;">heart of gold</span>. I like to think that when I am not in a room that people are not talking about me. It saves me from having some type of paranoid complex. I like to hope for the best in people. I have recently discovered this is not the case! There are people talking about me left and right. My ears are burning!<br /><br />And suffice it to say, I don't think that all of the GOSSIP has been <span style="color:#009900;">positive</span>. Do I feel <span style="color:#cc0000;">hated</span>? A little. Do I feel <span style="color:#993399;">betrayed</span>? Most definitely. Do I really <span style="color:#ff6600;">care</span>? NO! Well, yes a little. My delicate disposition has been attacked on all fronts and I'm not quite sure what to do. Do I play it cool and calm? Do I retaliate? Do I take a nap? On facebook I could take a quiz and then it would tell me two people who HATE me! My world has been mind freaked!<br /><br />Has it really been freaked? No.<br />Do what you want people!!! Talk it out!<br />Just let me know when I can check you off of the <span style="color:#ff6666;">Master Plan</span> :) You are making it so easy. Peace out 2008! 2009 is shaping up to be a real blast.The Ragehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706908.post-9127370096521196902008-12-31T23:22:00.000-08:002009-01-01T00:09:02.035-08:00An Interesting Christmas1. <span style="color:#009900;">The Flight to Cali</span>: I was seated next to pleasant older gentleman who talked to me the ENTIRE flight. I did get a 30 minute reprise while he studied his Mandarin Chinese. Hands down one of the most interesting people I've ever met - teacher/researcher at the U, owns a resort in Hawaii, will be guest lecturing at a university in China, took a year sabbatical to Norway, divorced, daughter restores films and one of the leading opthamologists in the world... interesting to say the least.<br /><div></div><br /><div>2. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Christmas the day after Christmas</span>: Nothing like extending the holidays for a few extra days of gift opening. I enjoyed it as did my family. </div><div></div><br /><div>3. <span style="color:#009900;">Movies</span>: Saw 2 in 5 days. Ones I wouldn't normally see but they were free :) I saw Yes Man with Jim Carrey (who I dislike immensely). It was actually pretty funny and not the normal Carrey slapstick - I'd say about 85% genuine laughing, 10% lameness and 5% sentimental. Then I had the joy of seeing Marley and Me - a cute, down to earth real portrail of a family and their dog. Not gonna lie - I cried for the last 1/2 hour of the movie - it was suckily good. </div><div><br />4. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Family</span>: Made the rounds of visiting grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins. <span style="color:#00cccc;">Highlight</span>: My Grandmother who has cancer shaved her head and did it herself! She was tired of it falling out due to chemo. She looks so cute - a few nics here and there but overall she did a great job.</div><div><br />5. <span style="color:#009900;">Intervention</span>: Made the mistake of watching Intervention with my mother. It was about a girl was nuts because her mom never told her she loved her. My mom decided that she also has emotionally scarred us by not telling us she loved enough. Mom outright asked if she "had made our family dysfunctional?" I let her know she was making my dysfunctional by trying to make me answer that question. Then she got mad that I didn't give her a straight answer. Well... gotta love her.</div><div><br />6. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Sarcasm</span>: My parents have yet to grasp the concept of sarcasm. Talking on the phone and texting are illegal in California. Don't joke about it with my parents - it will become an issue and they are very passionate about it. Don't get me started on the Prop 8 craziness... there is a picture of samuel the lamanite on our fridge holding a yes on prop 8 sign, you know the picture (let me find it for you) ... yikes. </div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286231091121775426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglExybF35zY7wyTF_Q-63wHH99QxuAwI-JjhaERid8Cw-V_YhiVcSI2Zbruzr2XYQV4i9rr5RITtOfAVJqwrrCBC71qLzekQaZd-vuCdp1KJfuWiZKqK8PqqXWoaHGIW2ejjWMjw/s320/TakeCourage.jpg" border="0" /><br />7. <span style="color:#009900;">Home</span>: I never thought that I would be happy to come back to Utah. I hate snow and that will never change. I love my family and Christmas was so fun, great food, cute ferrets and my puppy to cuddle with (she loved me!) It's good to be back - no Christmas miracles but that's okay, it was still a good year. <div></div>The Ragehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706908.post-44539966802891688312008-12-06T17:24:00.000-08:002008-12-06T17:59:56.314-08:00I'm A Few Chords Short of This (plus some other gems)<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ATub40Npxik&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ATub40Npxik&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />This is just so cute!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EBM854BTGL0&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EBM854BTGL0&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Damn those asian kids and their cuteness (he has the cutest mullet)!<br /><br /><br /><strong></strong><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wgrrQwLdME8&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wgrrQwLdME8&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>The Ragehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706908.post-35955140132096759552008-11-24T13:32:00.000-08:002008-11-24T14:45:02.982-08:00No Wait. Did I Say Empowered Individual? I Meant Two Cent Gutter Slut.The title of the blog is just one of my FAVORITE lines of a song... SO Great. On with the blog...<br /><br />What I realized today was quite the revelation... Okay, not really but doesn't that sound like it would be something great? Not really. It's actually something that I've know for a long, long, long time. Ready for it? Here it is:<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">I'm a girl.</span><br /><br />I know. Quite the revelation, right? Seriously. I mean really girly. Including : Make-up, shoes, girly movies, girly music (mind out of the gutter y'all: Not A Lesbian). The big tip off? Tears. I cry over everything. If you haven't seen me cry then you don't know me at all. I cry pretty much every single day and not because I'm sad - it can be happy crying too. Usually it is caused by all sorts of things:<br /><br />music<br />movies<br />books<br />waking up<br />So - I'm a GIRL - just in case there was any confusion out there.<br /><br />Here is one of my favorite videos:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q-kWI9Uoegg">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q-kWI9Uoegg</a><br />Sorry. Embedding has been disabled for this video - probably because it is so awesome!<br /><br />Music you should look up:<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Rapture, Pt. II</span> - Data puts out some great Electronica<br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">Rapture</span> - The original ain't bad either...<br />Check it out - you won't regret it... promise.<br /><br />That's all of the gems I've got for you today...The Ragehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706908.post-78144254496935448002008-11-02T01:35:00.000-07:002008-11-02T01:59:47.376-07:00The SuckinessSo today was one of those days that you just want to end as soon as possible (you all know that day) <span style="color:#cc33cc;">BUT</span> it drags on and on and on. I know that there are other people out there that felt the same way about today as well. Things that sucked (<span style="color:#ff9900;">I need to vent, suck it up</span>):<br /><br />1. No matter how much <span style="color:#ffff00;">Mt. Dew</span> I drank - I was so F-ing tired at work. Who knew Dead Sexy could keep you awake at night?<br /><br />2. I made <span style="color:#000099;">four</span> people cry at work. That's a new record and though I'm evil - I do have a <span style="color:#ffcccc;">heart</span> and I felt kinda bad, but it was necessary - no way around it.<br /><br />3. Then I had to field the crying mother phone call. This was the <span style="color:#ff0000;">cherry</span> on top to fantabulous day - found out my grandmother has stage four lung cancer from puffing two or three packs a day for the last 60 years. Expected? Yes. Still... it totally blows.<br /><br />4. Exhuasted - I managed to sit around for hours and watch the worst movies of all time (Well, almost - Cube wasn't on, so I didn't have to kill myself ):<br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Legend</span> - 80s movie starring Tom Cruise, very Labryinth-esque. Crapfest - it's no Cloak and Dagger :)<br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Center Stage 2</span> - the sequel to Center Stage (the 1st one sucked, why did I sit through the second made for TV one?)<br /><br />5. Finally at <span style="color:#ffcccc;">2 in the morning</span> when a good movie is on (Cillian, I love you) ... I'm too tired and bored to sit there anymore. My life is so rough... :)<br /><br />So that's it. Welcome November! You've come in with a bang!<br /><br />P.S. On the bright side I get an extra hour of sleep (oh <span style="color:#ffff66;">blessed</span> <span style="color:#000099;">daylight</span> <span style="color:#ffff66;">savings</span>)!!!The Ragehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706908.post-41978501869480340372008-10-23T02:42:00.000-07:002008-10-23T10:57:15.819-07:00Now that I'm back...So now that I have been reborn into the world of electronics and the internet - It is time for me to get caught up on all of the great music I have been missing. I now dedicate this update to Ludo. I've loved them for years and unfortunately because of the Great Computer Crisis of '07 - I kinda forgot about them for awhile. That is until I remembered and bought their latest album that came out in like February or something. I love it - They are original and quirky and catchy. Plus they sound great live - a quality I value highly... enjoy (Sorry for any profanity - but not really).<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f71MQSsLNMU&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f71MQSsLNMU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />And the one I currently can't drive around without blasting.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zMCUinpSJGE&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zMCUinpSJGE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Oh, how I wish I had remembered them earlier...other great songs include but are not limited to "Good Will Hunting By Myself", "Hum Along" and "Go Getter Greg" (a fantastic song about stalking). The first two are from an older album which is awesome and the newest album is great and shouldn't be lived without either.The Ragehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033noreply@blogger.com4