Scoot over guys

Is there room for one more? Doesn't have to be too big of a space really....

That's right, expect a new addition to our family!!! Let me clarify for all of you who are thinking scandal, Ben and Kwona are expecting in May!!! YEA!!! If I were fully able to express my mood right this minute there would be a whole lot more !'s involved mixed with this strange desire to cry and laugh and pack my bags and move to Korea to wait for the little person to get here.

We have all been on them to have more babies because they have the stinkin cutest kids I've ever seen but they assured us that they were so done. Done in fact enough to give me all the baby stuff! I'll pack it up and bring it all to you guys.

I love surprises!!!!

back track

Since I couldn't post pictures while I was in St. George with out fighting the urge to rip my hair out I thought I'd live in the past a little bit and share some pictures. Especially since life here is going really good, but no stories for today since I'm feeling a little under the weather.

My favorite thing to do in St. George is being outside and so I really took advantage of my great schedule at the studio (12 - 5).
Another favorite thing about St. George is that everyone likes to come visit since it's close and fun.

Jackie and Jeff came down Labor Day weekend and we had a ball! I went hiking saturday morning for a few hours while they took it easy at my parents place (thanx mom n dad!) then we met up at the condo and spent the afternoon at the pool. We watched the BYU game, well they did. I tried. I can't explain it, but as soon as the commentators start up, the whistles, the crowd...a mix of all things sports and next thing I know I'm in lala land completely checked out. (I do like live games tho, way more exciting, but even then I'm watching people more than the game.) I do perk up for the commercials though and since we were all very susceptible to the advertising during the game, we headed off to Red Lobster for a fantastic meal.

They came over again on Sunday and we had fun hanging out and cooking together. Jackie is a regular chef and came up with a really fantastic meal using all the crazy stuff I had in the kitchen. I was way impressed.

I'm happy to be living closer to there two, I have missed Jackie over the years like a missing limb and Jeff is the bomb. Yeah, I just said bomb. I like the guy. I couldn't help myself!

thoughtful litter

This is a classic example of why I love Grandma.

We were hanging out today and our conversation turned to the mail. Today was a late delivery day. Instead of an early delivery, it all depends on the mail carrier, and believe me this is a daily topic of interest.

She told me about the heaps of mail Grandpa gets and recently he received a letter from The Pope. Of course Grandpa gets letters from The Pope, why wouldn't he? Included in this particular letter there was also a rosary in a cute little white bag.

Grandma didn't want it to go to waste so today when they went to Hill Field she deliberately took the leather bag with her to drop outside the commissary where she hoped some lucky Catholic person would find it and use it.

Grandpa even pointed out a garbage can to her and told her she could just as easily toss it in there (you can probably imagine him saying this right?) But Grandma being her sweet giving self, dropped the bag as planned outside the commissary and I can only imagine the delight someone felt when they found her thoughtful litter.

Bonus question for the day: Name the movie I quote in my label for this post.

crazy lady

For all of you following, on the edge of your seats I'm sure, the status of my lost records.....

They are still lost.

Seriously.

Two weeks before I left for St. George (and the first week in my new ward) I met with the first counselor and filled him in on the search thus far. Which goes as follows: When I went back to the singles ward post married bliss (haha) I presumed my records had made it there and I had missed being read in since I was constantly out of town. One such weekend while I was out traveling my bishop and long time buddy was released and in this event the new bishop realized that I wasn't even in the ward. Records weren't there, and I wasn't really supposed to be in the ward anyway. My friend in the ward (also the ward clerk) tried finding them and couldn't, so I dropped it since I was moving anyway.

I tried to find them again when I was attending the LDSBC ward. The Bishop there swiftly kicked me out (in a really nice, loving way) and told me to go to the U ward (more my age bracket) and thus the hunt continued once again. I returned the following sunday hoping the counselor had worked wonders and found me. No such luck. My request form had been lost. I filled out a new one with the ward clerk supervising.

I told him, and the Bishop as well, that it was really important to me to find my records as soon as possible because my temple rec. expired first of August and so it's not just the membership I'm after since with out it, I can't renew. This need to have them be found has been hanging over my head and I feel a very large void.

You can imagine that I was pretty excited to talk to the clerk today, he would tell me he found them in the 'black hole'. It would be this amazing rescue story and we'd have a good laugh at it and I would be on my merry way.

Not even close. My request form had been lost. Again. Seriously. WHY? There has to a be a lesson here for me to learn but I'm not seeing it yet. Patience has got to be part of it but I ALREADY AM PATIENT! LOOK AT ME BEING PATIENT RIGHT NOW!!!

The clerk told me 'maybe next week, these things take time' and at this point I was starting to get a little desperate. And hot. I took off my sweater and as I did I started in on this speech. "I will be your worst nightmare. I will start to stalk you, I will call you daily. What do I need to do to get this to happen?"

I'm thinking to myself as what I'm saying is registering on his face (I think he thought I was joking, losing my mind, or possibly the worst thing a girl could do: gearing up for a good cry.) I wasn't, but how do I get my point across? Obviously I haven't stressed the importance enough yet. Do I offer blood? Cookies? Do I promise my first born child? Instead, I finish off with the grand, "Do you know what is in the balance here? I am recommend-less. I am after eternal salvation here, and you are standing in my way!!!!"

I didn't mean to be scary (ok, maybe I did just a little) I think my desperation was apparent. It surprised even me. It has been a nag in the back of my mind and I've wanted it taken care of but to hear it in my voice was kind of a shock to me. He sat down and we filled out my request form yet again and I sincerely hope this week yields results.

As he does too I'm so sure! I left the office cracking up because the guys in there all seemed to take a collective big breath as the crazy lady took her show somewhere else. We were laughing about all of this of course (when am I not joking?) but under the jokes they knew I was not in the mood to be disappointed and I like that I made a stand. I am so often too easy going and never show how much anything means to me. If I'm going to make a stand on anything, this is definatly one thing that is important enough to me to show a little emotion and get things going.

Quiz Time

HGTV has a fun quiz to figure out what your style is and since I never have an exact answer for that question (it changes with my mood) I thought I'd give it a whirl.

My style is HIP.
If it's new, it's you. No overstuffed chairs or anything that could be described as froufrou! You are drawn to clean lines and a minimalist palette (think black, white, neutrals and a few bold colors that 'pop' against that background - like orange, red and turquoise). You like your patterns graphic and your buildings industrial. The older furnishings you enjoy are mid-century modern or stark Asian or African pieces with out any embellishments.

I can almost agree completely except I really like all things cozy so the idea of industrial and mid-century modern makes me think cold/impersonal (tho I do love both) when what I love to come home to is more of a crazy transitional/eclectic mix of just about everything. The quiz generated three styles I could call my own and I could add at least four more I don't want to ignore. Um... I think I failed the quiz.

Try it out, I'm curious what you guys come up with. Play here.

Escape From Ithuria

My cousin Quinn is the bomb.

the usual

"Where are we going for dinner?" The Usual. (Pasta Factory)
"What are you eating?" "The Usual." (Guys, I honestly don't know what your usual is, something to do with alfredo and angel hair?)
My two friends are so predictable and I love it. Me on the other hand? I'm all over the place. "What are you having?" "Surprise me." (And I was. I now know of an off the menu dish that I will ask for again.)
I have known these girls since I was at least eleven. Sarah (left) and I didn't become close friends until I moved to St. George at the end of 2000. Over the years we have made so many memories, some that live on in infamy, and some we don't talk about anymore..
I can think of a hundred thousand times when these girls made my day, saved the day when they helped me find a job, a place to live, or my sanity. We've been together for celebrating or holding each other through heartbreak. Sarah gave us both cards (to go with a book we are going to read together, can you guess which one? We're behind the rest of the world on this one.) The inside says (and I couldn't agree more):

I'm glad we're still the kind of friends we always promised to be.

Sarah is having a birthday on monday (are we to the age where we politely leave out a number?) 26!!! and quite possibly getting engaged as well. (YEA YEA YEA!!!) Amy is also having a big day too monday, she will be having Kylee, or starting to at least! I'm so excited for them both. It is so great to see the different paths we've taken to lead us to this point in our lives and see my two friends so happy. And me? Monday is just a monday in my planner but I could not be more excited about it. C'est la vie.