Wit of the Staircase

I'm thinking about changing the title of my blog to THE WIT OF THE STAIRCASE. Its this French phrase that basically descibes how you always think of the perfect thing to say ect, after the moment is gone. Sort of like you were at this party and everyone is talking, there comes this awkard moment and later on your way down the stairs you think of the wittiest thing to say. Get it?
I've been pretty busy and keep putting off updating b/c I don't really feel like I've got time for it. But today is the 27th of February and I haven't blogged since January 20th. Seems like its time for a change.
Last weekend Ty and I went to Lopez Island in the San Juans with his entire family and the incomprable Steve and Jackie. I HAD A BLAST! We went kayaking out in the ocean, built ginormous bonfires, combed the beach after a storm, and boy did we ever eat! (nothing quite like shakes and malts at the pharmacy) Alas there was no crabing or shrimping (wrong time of year) but I've still got hope that it could happen someday. The cabin on Lopez is AMazing. Steve's got three huge elk heads hanging from above the fireplace, which can help you imagine just how big this fireplace is. I got to wear my galoshes the whole time we were there-- anybody who really knows me, knows I love my galoshes. I can't wait to go back!
Currently, Ty and I are on yet another adventure. This time in Encinitas, visiting my parents. Yesterday we took the boat out to try and find some California Grey Whales, but driving nearly the whold way to the dock in San Diego, ol' pops realized he'd forgotten the boat key. So...we drove all the say back to our house, got the key, and then drove to Oceanside and set out to sea. No whales, but we did see some strange bouys with lots of sea lions on them.
Last night my parents took us out to eat at this fancy fish place for Tyler's birthday (this wednesday). I got the salmon and my dad ordered Tyler the ALASKAN KING CRAB! He loved it!
Well I never know how to end these things, but I'm done. I don't feel like writing much more, I'm sneezing and coughing all over the place.


Keepin' it Vogue

I forgot to mention that while we were in Seattle, Tyler's dad gave me bangs. I asked him to copy this picture that I found in a french Vogue magazine, so the whole time he was cutting my hair I kept thinking about how vogue I was going to look and all of these dumb saying I twisted to have the word vogue in them:
When Vogue Flies
Vogue to the Max
When in Vogue...
What can I say about my life? It's good. Last Friday Ty and I flew up to Idaho Falls (for free) to go to a Valentine's dance with Jo and Sam. Ty and I didn't have time to get all schmazied up before we left so I curled my hair at the Salt Lake Airport and assembled the rest of my ensemble at the Idaho Falls Airport. It was fun to walk into a public restroom looking like poop and walk out looking ultra fabulouso, as if I was an international spy flying across the nation (for free) for ultra undercover work. Jo and Sam were a tinsy bit late picking us up at the airport but it all turned out okay. We headed over to an Italian place and ate our fill, then ever so fantastically noticing the time, rushed back to the dance in Rexburg (ookalaka, I wanta shock ya... at the DANCE!). Afterwards we hit up the new hot spot in town, Jack 'n' the Box. All in all the evening turned out to be amazing.
Wow! Folks, ladies and gentlemen, I have just made an amazing discovery, apparently if I type specific letters in uppercase in the webdings font, I can make a little town for you all. Amazing!

Sorry for that small distraction. Back to business. Yesterday as I'm sure everyone is aware, was St. Valentine's Day. It didn't start out so nice, I woke up, went to work, and had my worst day there thus far. After work I walked home, and got to have a nice long talk with Jo for about half the way, but after that it rained the rest of the way. My walk took me right past the MTC where I (drenched in rain) mournfully stared though the gates searching for my dear beloved Angela, wondering what she could be doing at this very same moment. ahhh. Once I got home my day did a full 180. Ty had been sweet enough to leave me what we fondly now refer to as a quarter of a dozen roses(3), some chocolate, and a card. I ask you, ladies and gentlemen of the Jury, does anybody have a better husband that mine?
Last night I finished Madame Bovary. OH MY GOODNESS! This is a Great book! Gustave (may I call you Gustave?) has the most amazing way with words. In the introduction (which honestly I found a bit lengthy) it describes how he used to pour over a single page for days. revising and reconsidering every single word in a sentence. While describing Emma's death he actually vomited! Dedication I say! In Reading Lolita in Tehran some of the students wonder why Gustave didn't just end Madame Bovary after Emma's death. To me the answer is clear. By following the consequences of Emma's suicide on Charles and Berthe, I was able to really 'feel for them'. Gustave seems to argue that while death is sad, it is the way in which it effects those who are left behind that is truly tragic. I do (of course) have one complaint about the book, I would really like to know how Emma's second lover, Leon Dupuis, took the news of her death.


I'm just a Blog Machine...

And I don't Blog for nobody but you! wow, that was cheesy. I can hardly believe myself posting all the live long day. Work was same old same old today, even a little slow. Tyler picked me up and I took a lunch (which I don't really do that often). Ty had hit up Arby's before he came to get me and picked me up some mozzarella sticks. That man really knows how to spoil me. I've been in a bit of a cheesy mood lately, no pun intended.
Seattle was a blast this weekend. I wish I knew how to say 'this weekend' in French. Let me try that again...Seattle was a blast ce week-end. I don't think I stopped eating from the moment we walked in the door to the moment we left. Week-end after next we're flying up there to check out the izzle for a couple days, should be great.

Awww! I miss her already! (as I join the ranks of the plagiarists of the world...Thanks Jo!)


Back by Popular Demand

So, here I am in Seattle (Bellevue to be more exact)and I have recently discovered my concentrated but devoted following here in the northwest, namely Tyler's Family. So here's a shout out to all my in-laws...SHOUT OUT! Thanks for reading my mind, but hey it wouldn't hurt you to comment every once and a while. Thanks!
Last week was pretty crazy. I spent most of it "In a glass cage of emotion." We did get alot of the 'girl things' we're sure to miss while Angela is gone. ie: read cosmo together, eat too much food/chocolate, ask each other truly deep questions that don't acutally mean anything. Angela went into the MTC on Wednesday and that was probably the hardest thing I've had to deal with so far this year. Tuesday night Angela, Jo and I were sitting around when it hit us, we all teared up and immediately stopped talking. I think if any of us had sputtered one more word it would have ended up sounding like this " AGGGHHHHHH DOOOOONNNN'TT SNIFF SNIFF GOOOOOHHH! AAAAAAMMMMMMM GUUUUURRRRING TO MISSSSSSSS YOOOOOOOOOUGH!" Pretty much just alot of screaming and snot. The MTC went alot better than I expected. We sat there and watched alot of "Family...Isn't it about Time?" commercials and then a short film about some missionaries getting their calls. Then we all just sort of stood up and felt very empty inside. yadda yadda yadda. We hugged and watched Angelina leave. Jo and I are very sure that while Ang will make a great missionary, she will no doubt feel extremely lost and lonely without us. No, I'm sure she's fine, but for my own sanity I have to say that other stuff. I MISS YOU ANGELA!
Earlier, on Monday, Jo's 'GUY' Sam flew in. Picking him up at 2 in the morning was a little interesting...the conversation reminded me of the ones I used to have at slumber parties when everyone is WAY too tired to form cognitive sentances. I won't go into too many details, but tampons did come up in the conversation TWICE before we had made it back to Provo. Sam's a nice guy, but he's only been back from his mission for a month so I think he's still deprograming a little.
Sorry to work backwards like this but I'm writting this as it pops into my head.
Last weekend my family was in town. They came up to do the annual ski trip. I actually got to hit the slopes once, which was a blast, although, I did turn out to be a somewhat tired and sloppy skier. Kyle really tears it up out there and as I watch him I can't help but wonder why I'm not better than him. Is it fear? Is it my age? I don't know, but next year I at least hope to be able to keep up. Not that I can't hold my own of course.
I know this isn't the most informational post but I'll give more of a play by play of this weekend once its all over. Got to leave you wanting more, right?