It has begun! *cue ominous music*

This afternoon saw the creation of the Christmas Treats Table. Which is the table in the kitchen covered in edible gifts from neighbors. By Christmas Eve it is covered with these goodies. You are drawn to it. You can not escape its goodness; even if it's only one bite.


Oh my heck!

You're Next!

My sister and her husband celebrated their 2nd anniversary this week. Two years ago, on Deborah's wedding day, my parents turned to me and with a weird look in their eyes, said "You're next!" Gag. I think I'm taking too long for their tastes. I used to be able to say, "Hey, I'm just a teenager, leave me alone!" But, unfortunately, I will be 21 in July. All of my available excuses are flying out the window.

So I am left with people questioning me at all times. The question I hate most of all is "Why don't you have a boyfriend?" "I think the news of my rash got around." What the crap am I supposed to say? "Well, because I repel all members of the opposite sex my age."
I got asked this question again recently and replied, rather honestly, "Because I avoid guys if at all possible." They didn't find this quite as hilarious as I did, but few ever do.
But what is more annoying than that is people who jump to random conclusions. Me- "I avoid them right now." Them- "You don't want to be bothered by all that sort of thing." Me- "Something like that."


So, I Googled it. Instead of finding fun comebacks to the question I found a quiz, why the heck not...

You Don't Have a Boyfriend Because You are Too Shy When a guy gets to know you, he finds a great catch Problem is... you're too shy for most guys to get to know. From meeting someone to dating, you usually have your guard up. And while you're just holding back, it makes you seem like you've got something to hide. Why Don't You Have a Boyfriend?

Sarah on her roommates: "They couldn't hold an intelligent conversation if I wrote out a script."

Delights

If you haven't yet noticed- I'm really random. And random little things will make me happy.
So, for my own personal enjoyment I'm going to recount some of my pet delights:

* Glancing at a mirror while in passing and noticing I look better that day than I had thought.

* The fact that I have my own bedroom.

* When friends refer to the VW Beetle by his name, George.

* Finding out my opinion matters a lot to some people.

* Slowdancing in unconventional places (like the middle of Dennys at 1 a.m.)

* Good hair days.

* Knowing the answer to a Jeopardy question.

* People who call me Suse. Ryan spells it Suze and Sean spells it Sus; but regardless of how it's spelled I like it.

* When someone who normally calls me Sue says Susannah.

* Falling asleep right off when I get in bed.

* Sometimes it's annoying, but most times it just makes me laugh: The audible gasp, the look at my shoe height, or the confusion that comes over peoples faces when I stand up and they realize I am much taller than they expected. (Up to 6'3" with a good pair of heels!)

* The sudden feminity and daintiness I feel when I have french tipped acrylic fingernails.

* When I am watching TV by myself and realize I am laughing aloud.

* When everyone in my car is singing along to the radio.

* Singing to my car radio when I am alone in the car.

* Getting emails from friends for no real reason.

* Answering every question right while watching The Weakest Link

* Waking up on Sunday and realizing I don't have to be anywhere 'til 1:00.

* Falling back to sleep on Sunday mornings.

* When Alexa refers to me as "Nanna"

and another reason I wouldn't make it long on a reality show

Do you ever feel just completely beat up emotionally? That's how I've felt all day. Like no matter what you do or say you will rub someone the wrong way. (Ooo, I rhymed.) But that is probably just what happens when you bring a lot of people together.

"Those are for the fes-tiv-i-ties" - Clarke

On Saturday my back left molar broke. Yep, today was another trip to the dentist. I got numbed up, shot up, drilled up, & filled up.

I spent the rest of the day with my sister and her baby. Dar-ling! We went on errands and had fun.
Then tonight, while watching NCIS, I cut Meridith's hair. It looks great, if I do say so myself.

OH MY HECK, I can't believe it is almost the end of November. It was just barely January! I am excited for the holidays coming up though. It is always a fun time of year.
The next few months will be crazy for me:
11/24 - Liz & fam come up
11/25 - Thanksgiving with the whole family and a few of my dad's ward members
11/26 - 6 a.m. shopping with some of my sisters
11/26 - 6 p.m. family pictures
11/26 - Side Dish concert
11/28 - Liz & fam leave
12/4? - Leave for Las Vegas to see Liz & fam
12/5? - Luke's day
12/6? - Home from Vegas
12/7to12/23 - SHOPPING and other festivities
12/21 - Family Christmas party
12/23 - Friend gathering
12/24 - More family Christmas party stuff
12/25 - CHRISTMAS
12/26 - Liz & fam come up
12/28? - Hyrum's day
12/31 - New Years Eve parties
1/01/05 - New Years Day festivities
1/02? - Liz & fam leave


How fun! yay

L.i.a.B. #5 - Zack

L.i.a.B. #5; ZackyZack; Preference Dance; January 12th 2002



About two weeks before Preference- Zack, Manda, and I were hanging out at Manda's house watching Pearl Harbor. Every time Zack wasn't in the room Manda and I discussed whether I should ask him or not, and how.
Finally, as Manda was dropping us off at our respective houses, I nonchalantly said, "Hey, Zack, are you going to Preference?" He said no. So I said, "Do you want to?" He said, "Sure, yeah. ...So, like, are you asking me?" I told him that yes I was asking him and he said he'd like to go. So, yeah.

So, in typical us fashion, we didn't talk about it at all the next two weeks. A day or two before the dance our mutual friend, Jason, came up to me in the hall at school and asked if I was going with Zack. I told him yes and asked why he asked. He said that Zack wasn't really sure because of how casual we had been when I asked him. Hahahaha.

Manda's date was our friend, Phil, and Reba's was a blinddate with Manda's cousin. We picked up the guys (Zack's family had me come in and sit down in the family room and talk to them for a while before Zack came out!!!) and went over to Classic Skating. We put our stuff in one of the back party rooms then skated for a few hours. It was a lot of fun. We ordered pizza from Papa Johns -across the street- and I believe Reba picked it up and brought it over. So, we had lunch and then skated for about an hour more. I was doing so well! But then a kid fell in front of me and I tripped over his little body.

We dropped the guys off and got fancied up in our dresses. We picked the guys up a few hours later and brought them to my house, where my mother had made dinner. Meridith was our little waitress. Awwww.
After we took a few pictures (Hey, Reba, can I scan a few of those pictures you have?) we left for the dance, which was being held at the Provo Town Centre Mall. The dance was a lot of fun!

It was about 12:30 when we dropped the guys off.

L.i.a.B. #4 - James

I really don't think I like my Love is a Battlefield series. It just shows me how much of a dork I am (as if I didn't know that well already.)

I think I will just finish up with mini stories of the highlights and ...other stuff:

L.i.a.B. #4; James; Sadie Hawkins; November 10th 2001

Reba asked him out for me. She told me she didn't talk to him, though. He showed up on my door with a plate of cookies rambling off some poem he'd written and memorized. I stood there with the door open fighting urges to slam it closed. I hate surprises, a lot.

Reba and I picked up the guys (her date was Scott), then went to her house. We decorated our shirts (Reba had bought her and Scott tiedyed shirts, I'd bought James and me DARE shirts-all from D.I.), including cutting and ripping. I made my DARE to resist drugs and violence into: "DARE to resist Lance", James made his into: "DATE to resist bugs". Then we were supposed to paint our dates faces, but I wasn't into that. I couldn't handle the fact that I was on a date with the guy letalone touch his face. Scott and Reba looked frightening, I had purple on my lips and near my eyes, and Reba put random green stripes on James' face. We walked around the mall, frightening small children.

We dropped the guys off, washed the paint off our faces then picked them back up (wearing our decorated shirts.) We went to Reba's house and watched Star Trek: Wrath of Khan, which was both James and Scott's favorite movie and one I happed to have been watching a few days before (Ah, nerds dating nerds) and had pizza & soda.

We went to the dance around 9:30. I was a jerk to James in every single way possible. Not necessarily on purpose, mind you. I was just freaked out. I randomly ditched him many times, sometimes to just get a drink, sometimes merely to get away from him, and sometimes accidentally. Heck, I even danced with ZackyZack to the theme song. Oops. I told his date, Amanda Jones, she could go find James if she wanted. Hahaha. What a jerk!

I walked with him to his door and shook his hand. (hmmmm) Things were never really normal between us after that night (nor before that, for that matter.)

Reba & Scott that night:

The setup to L.i.a.B. #4

December 2001; After an out-of-town Debate Tournament:

Late at night, while in the hotel, I was bored because there were only five or so girls, and they were “talking about relationships” in my room, so I went into the guys’ room where they (about seventeen or so guys) were watching Universal Soldier on TV. The whole floor and one of the beds were taken, so I walked over to the other end of the room. I was going to sit on the lil table in the corner, but some random guy, I later knew to be James, said, "Come sit down" and motioned to the bed he was sitting on by himself. So I did.

On the bus ride home from the debate tournament I was sitting on one of the first few rows across from my friend, Jen. She had the hugest crush on my friend, Phil, who was also on the debate team. So, of course, we were talking about him. Every so often I’d look toward the back of the bus where Phil was sitting. But everytime I looked back the random guy named James (who was sitting in front of Phil) would look at me. I considered James to be just one of those blah nerdy guys on the team - they all blended together to me, I never paid attention to them. So it bugged me that he kept looking at me. I even mentioned to Jen “Ok, that’s enough now.”

After about a half hour, the two people who had been sitting behind Jen and me decided to move closer to the back of the bus. After they’d left, James came and sat behind Jen. He and I started to talk, and make fun of Jen (because of being so obsessed with Phil)

At one point Jen whinely (i think i made up a word) yelled to the back, "Phil, they're saying I want you." (apparently she was in denial) I was in a silly mood so I said, "No, no, I said I want Phil."
Jen thought this was hilarious. She laughed really loud and said, "No, you want James". I, being in no mood to pretend argue with her said, "Oh, that's right, you got me" to Jen. Then James said, "Wait, Susannah, doesn't that mean I got you?” Which slightly freaked me out. I mumbled, "Yeah, I guess you're right"

About an hour later James pulled a little piece of paper out of his jacket pocket and wrote something on it, and then put it back into his jacket. About three minutes later he pulled the paper back out, looked at it, then replaced it in his pocket. About five minutes later he did it again. Then another five minutes later it happened again. I kept thinking, “What the heck is he doing?” Finally, he handed the paper to me. (by this time it was incredibly dark outside) I couldn't read what it said, so I held it up to my Discman (because the screen lights up when you push the buttons), all I could read was "call me", but I could tell there was more written on it, including a phone number.
***Disclaimer: I have know idea what I was thinking from here on out***
I wasn’t sure what to make of it. Was he joking? Surely he couldn’t be serious! No one liked me! ...So I handed the paper back to James. With a perplexed look on his face, he asked, “Ummm, why’d you give it back?” I made up something about not being able to read it because of the darkness. He put it back in his pocket.

Senior Ball was that night (it’s a guy’s choice dance) so I said I was going to go stag to it. James said, “How about we get some people together and go?” I was (for some insane reason) bugged that he attempt to change my plans. (I was such a dork, I know!) So I re-stated that I was going STAG. (Can we say "hello brat???")

Later, when we got to the school, we were walking down the hall together and I mentioned that it’s depressing to be at school on a Saturday night. To which he replied, "Only when don't have a date, well.....umm...nevermind."

A few minutes after that we were in our coach’s classroom waiting to use the phone. James emptied all the contents of his pockets, looking for a paper with his parents cell phone number on it. A guy named Chris (who I had a mad crush on) started looking at the papers James had put on the desk. He picked up the one James had handed to me and said, “Call me? What the heck?” James glanced at me, I quickly looked down.

After I had used the phone I went into the hall to get a drink. James was out there with some of his friends. He walked a few feet away from them. When I walked by he quietly said, "Susannah, do you want to go on a date sometime?" A million things rushed through my mind. “Is he for real? Is he kidding? Is this some kind of mean joke? Am I supposed to get excited and say yes merely for his friends to start laughing? What do I say that would say yes, but I-can-take-it-or-leave-it also?” I started to do some sort of thumbs up thing, only then realized how dumb I would look if he was serious. Then he’d be standing there, putting his dignity on a line, asking a girl out in front of his friends only to have her do a non-chalant thumbs up I-could-take-it-or-leave-it thing?
So I quickly started chuckling at myself and continued walking. (What? What?!) By the time I realized I hadn’t answered him I was already at the drinking fountain! And I didn’t want to yell back down the hall to him.


So that’s where we stood. He asked me out, I started to put up my thumbs, but instead started laughing and walked away. WHAT THE CRAP?!

That next Monday we had class together. I tried to smile and be nice, but he completely ignored and avoided me. I thought for sure I had screwed up royally any friendship we may have had. But by that Friday he was talking to me again.

L.i.a.B. #3 - The Honeyman

Ryan (aka: The Honeyman) and I had an odd friendship in junior high and high school. In seventh grade we had Typing and English together. We were seated near each other in Typing (with another kid named Ryan between us.) We talked a lot, and one day I got in trouble because Ryan [The Honeyman, not the other kid] was talking to me. I got sent to the solitary computer in the front of the room next to the teachers desk. Dang kid!
In ninth grade Ryan started introducing me to people as his wife. Random, I know, but that's Ryan for ya. And we had World Studies 9 together, from the teacher who would become our Debate Coach the next year. So from then on all through my high school career I was known as Ryan's wife. He referred to me as "Susannah [fake middle name] [last name] Honeyman!"
Then in 10th grade I was talking to Ryan during our U.S. History class and he got in trouble, then backmouthed to the teacher, and got kicked out. That basically got him back for getting me in trouble in Typing.
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So, basically all that was supposed to mean was we've always been friendly, but contrary to popular belief we had never hung out outside of school. We saw eachother in class and occasionally in the halls. That was it. And yet girls were asking my permission to ask him to dances and stuff. It was an odd, yet fun, relationship. To everyone else we were like best friends, but to us it was very different- we hardly knew eachother.

SENIOR YEAR; 17-YEARS-OLD; SEPTEMBER 2001; HOMECOMING DANCE


While walking into seminary I saw Ryan. He and I started chatting and he playfully said, "Hey, Susannah, I think you should go to Homecoming with me." I chuckled and said, "Then I think you should ask me." He said, "Would you go if I asked you?" I smiled and said, "Well, we'll see." And with that we parted ways to go to our separate classrooms.

A few days later, during my DJing shift at KOHS 91.7 FM, I got a call from Ryan. He was in our debate coach's classroom. We talked for a few minutes, he requested a song (B52's Love Shack, his typical request), then he asked if I would put him on-air for a few minutes. I didn't want to, I knew what was coming. Our coach, in the distance, yelled "put the guy on the air, Susannah!" So finally I agreed and hit the button. He said something like, "You're listening to KOHS Orem, and I'd like to know: Susannah, will you go with me to Homecoming?"
Although I knew he was going to say it, it still slightly freaked me out. I mumbled something like "O.....k then", hit the next song, and hung up the call.
So two days after that I went into his seminary class early and wrote some random cryptic thing on the board about verses in the scriptures he had to look up to get an answer. Once looked up it said: "Susanna said yea" {Misspelled was the closest I was gonna get}

He ended up on the ballot for Homecoming royalty. Not shocking. (He also ended up on our Senior Superlatives. Everyone loves the guy.) But what was shocking was that four student council members (friends of mine) came up to me on separate occasions and told me how close I was to getting on the ballot. I WAS ONLY 3 VOTES AWAY. What the crapola?!? I though most people didn't know me, letalone like me. But I guess I was wrong.

FRIDAY- So... Ryan didn't win anything, but my friend, Brittany, got first attendant-which was cool.

SATURDAY- I wore a white Tshirt, a purple track jacket, jeans, and black sunglasses with purple lenses. Ryan picked me up in the afternoon. Our group included us, Ryan's friend Jeff, and Jeff's pregnant fiance. We headed up to the Hogle Zoo. I hadn't been there since fifth grade, so it was a lot of fun. At one point Ryan got DippinDots and introduced me to the vendor as his wife and said, "Isn't she hot? You can't have her though." Kinda freaked out the poor kid. We went to Subway for lunch. Ryan said I "had better get a lot of food" because he hates it "when girls only want like a salad or water or something". I went with turkey on a 6 inch, thinking that was good enough. Oh boy, wow. He got meatball with added bacon on a foot-long. Then he dropped me off at home.

I was excited that my hair was long enough to go behind my shoulders (because I had stupidly cut it really really short my sophomore year), so I didn't even really do my hair. I think I might have curled the ends, slightly. I put in a black headband and that was about it.
We went to the school gym to get pictures taken. Our couple picture was of us sitting on a white metal bench. They had me put one hand on his ("Aaaaaah, I'm touching him, aaaaaah!"), and the other in my lap. No wonder people find me intimidating, one look at that picture and you'd think I could've beaten that poor skinny kid up with one hit.

After we got the pictures done we went over to Jeff's house, where his parents had dinner waiting. His little brother was our waiter and served us hors d'oeuvres, salads, and steaks. It was pretty fun. I was silent A LOT of the date, as usual, dang S.A.D., I was freaked out by a guy I'd known for years.

The dance was fun, nothing traumatic. My friend, Phil, greeted me with, "Why, Susannah, you look more beautiful than ever...if that's possible." and kissed my hand. Which was cheezy yet great.

After the dance we staked out Reba's house, waiting for her blind date to bring her home. After a while everyone got tired and Reba still hadn't shown up, so we left. Ryan had said about fifty gajillion times, "You know, you're not gettin' any lovin' tonight." Ok, ok, got it. Enough, already!
When we got to my house I reached for the doorknob, to check if it was unlocked. (I couldn't imagine many things worse than saying goodby to a guy at my doorstep then being locked out.) It was unlocked so Ryan, being only halfway up the walkway, said "Ok, goodnight. See you on Monday."

So allinall, it was fun.



COMING UP NEXT: THE MOST AWKWARD DATE I HAVE EVER BEEN ON (and that's saying something!)

L.i.a.B. #2 - Christian

Disclaimers- 1) I was in the height of my S.A.D. and I was just in a constant state of freaking out. 2) It was only my second date, and my first dance... I was a jerk, but I didn't know what I was doing. 3) If Christian ever stumbles upon this: I'm sorry for so many reasons. 4) I'll probably get some details wrong, but Reba can correct me.


16-years-old; May 5th 2001; Spring Fling


THE WEEK BEFORE- This was my first "girl's choice" dance. I immediately left it up to my friends to pick me a date. (Because, of course, I couldn't handle these decisions on my own.) It came down to either Christian or The Honeyman. I emailed Christian and asked if he would be willing to be a contender. He agreed so my friends chose him. I again emailed him to let him know. I never said what we were doing nor what time we'd pick him up, 'cause I'm dumb like that.

SATURDAY- Reba and I got in her huge 13? 15? passenger van (The Beast). It was time to pick up Christian. I was nervous out of my head and asked Reba to just drop me off back home. She refused. I insisted she accompany me to the door. She finally gave in and came with me. After getting Christian I jumped in the front seat (avoiding the glares Reba was shooting in my direction.) I could barely handle walking to the door, how was I supposed to handle sitting next to him??? Then we picked up her date, Dustin. He got the front seat...I was shoved (mentally, by Reba) in the back next to Christian. We had to have then picked up Nikki & Skylar and Sarah (not Sarah-my-best-friend) & Jason, but I don't remember it at all.

We got to my house and went into the basement. There were two couches and a chair. Reba & Dustin sat on one couch, Sarah & Jason on another, Skylar sat by Sarah-with Nikki sitting at his feet. I immediately sat on the chair, Christian sat on the floor on the other side of the room.
We watched UHF and ate pizza (I guess one of the other girls was on top of that, because I don't remember who ordered nor when.)
About five minutes til the end of the movie, I ran upstairs to change into a skirt. My friend, Nicky, was getting baptized that afternoon and had invited me to come. The other girls already knew about this, and were OK with me leaving. So I came back downstairs and explained to the group that I was leaving and I'd see them later that night. They dropped me off at Nicky's church.

Afterward I was getting a ride back to my house from my friend, Suzannah (Suzy), when we saw The Beast drive past. She asked me if I wanted her to follow it, I said yes, I might as well catch up with them so I can talk and de-stress with Reba. So we tried to follow The Beast. It got away from us at one point, so I suggested we head over to Nikki's house, because that's where they seemed to have been heading. We turned into Nikki's cul de sac and there was The Beast in her driveway. Yay! So Suzy dropped me off right there. I ran up to Reba's driverside window and excitedly told her all about Nicky's baptism and who was there. She told me to get in the car, so I did. DUSTIN AND CHRISTIAN WERE STILL THERE. Huh? Ok, I thought (because that is what was mentioned during the planning of the day) that the other girls would just drop off the guys right after they dropped me off! I had absolutely no idea they were going to traipse around the city for two more hours!!! It turned out they had gone to a city park and hung around there. I felt really bad because I had ditched Christian far longer than I had meant to. I intended only the ride back to his house!

We dropped the guys off at their houses, promising to return at 6:00 p.m.
At 6:15 Reba and I were standing on my front lawn, annoyed at The Beast. It wouldn’t start, we were stuck.
About twenty minutes later the engine finally turned over. We picked up Christian first, and Reba demanded I go by myself. All I said when he came to the door was, “Hi, we’re late, I know. It wasn’t my fault.” In fact, that’s practically all I said the entire day.

When we got to my house Sarah was there with Jason, but Nikki and Skylar still needed to be picked up. Reba and Sarah left with their dates to pick them up. ...Leaving me alone with Christian, on purpose, jerks.
I set out all the ingredients for tacos that my mother had cut up for me earlier in the day. Nikki, Reba, and Sarah got back with their dates and we had dinner outside on my deck. Then we took pictures of eachother and left for the dance at about 9:30.
The dance was fun and no traumatic experiences happened. The last song was SClub7’s “Never Had a Dream Come True” (not sure why I remember that, but I do, obviously.) While we were dancing Christian said twice, “I’ve had a lot of fun. Thank you for inviting me.” I felt bad. He’s sweet, and I’ve been a jerk. Lovely.

After the dance Christian and I got in Reba’s car, waiting for her and Dustin to get there. I was wearing purple metallic jeans. Christian said, “I like these.” and briefly put his hand on my leg. (“Aaaaaah! He’s touched me! Aaaaaah!!!”) Reba and Dustin finally got there and we left to drop Christian off. When we got to his house I very reluctantly walked with him to his door. Reba starting trying to turn the car so the headlights were on us, but she was having difficulties (‘cause it’s such a freakin’ huge car!) I only went up two of the three steps, and was watching Reba’s attempt to turn the car. Christian said, “Can I have a hug?” and took my hand and guided me up the last step then hugged me. (“Aaaaah, he’s touching me! Aaaaaah!”) While saying goodbye I attempted to be funny and said something dumb, so I felt like an idiot and quickly retreated to the emotional comfort of the backseat of The Beast.

don't switch the blade on a guy in shades, oh no

Sometimes I'm a little bit nerdier than I like to admit. Well, I don't know if you'd call it nerdiness - more like 13-year-oldness, or something like that.

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Like the fact that I can name my favorite boyband members' full names, birthdays, etc. by memory:

*NSYNC- James Lance Bass: May 4th 1979 (from Clinton, Mississippi. father [as well as grandfather] is James Bass, mother is Diane Bass, sister is Stacy, bro-in-law is Ford Lofton, pet ferret is Dirk, etc); Justin Randall Timberlake: January 31st 1981 (from Memphis, Tennessee. mother is Lynn Harless); Joseph Anthony Fatone Jr.: January 28th 1977 (from Brooklyn. father is Joseph Anthony Sr., mother is Phyllis, brother is Steven, sister is Janine. Has a daughter named Briahna); Christopher Alan Kirkpatrick: October 17, 1971 (from Clarion, Pennsylvania. has 3 sisters- one is Emily); Joshua Scott Chasez: August 8th 1976 (from Maryland, near DC. father is Roy, mother is Karen, sister is Heather and bro is Tyler.)

Backstreet Boys- Nickolas Gene Carter: january 28th 1980; Brian Thomas Littrell: february 20th 1975; Alexander James McLean: january 9th 19878; Kevin Scott Richardson: october 3rd 1971; and Howard Dwaine Dorough: august 22nd 1973.

98 Degrees- Nicholas Scott Lachey: nov 9th 1973; Andrew John Lachey: Aug 8 1976 (exact same as JC from NSYNC); Justin Paul Jeffre: feb 25th 1973 (all three guys are from Cincinnati, Ohio); Jeffrey Brandon Timmons: april 30th 1973.

The original guys were Nick, Jeff, and a guy named Jonathon Lippman. Then they got Justin to join. After Jonathon left the group (to create a Christian group [That later became TrueVibe], because on his grandmother's deathbed she made him promise to read the Bible, and he did and completely changed his life. **I met, hugged, and got an autograph from Jonathon about two years ago.**) they asked Nick's brother, Drew, to join.
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Hahaha, other random things like my fawning over Corbin Allred {who was most recently on CSI: Miami). Or the fact that I created and run a Sean Murray fanclub (Agent McGee on NCIS.) Or that I still have the 300+ posters that used to cover my bedroom walls

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Now these things aren't bad for me to know/do. Not exactly a 20 1/2-year-old type of thing to do, but fun nonetheless. Plus! I could one day win a gameshow with my extensive knowledge of trivial things, and that'd rock!!!
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I learned two things about myself today.
1) Today while shopping with Annie I got excited over some new fancy Barbies. I told Ann that fancy Barbies are my new favorite things. She told me as long as we've been friends (7 years) I have always loved fancy schmancy Barbies. Hmmm, I hadn't realized it, but she's right.

2) Apparently I say "I love that man" a LOT. I had absolutely NO idea! The Honeyman told me today that in the past year "I love that man" is the phrase I've said the most. Hmmmm.
I found myself saying it three times while listening to Josh Groban on the radio. And I guess I had said it many times (about John Stamos, one of the Moffatt brothers, Dweezil Zappa, and many others) while watching a video of things I taped off TV a few years ago. And apparently I say it everytime I bring up the pictures of Ed Helms I have stored on my computer.
I asked Annie if she noticed that I say it. She was very adamant that I say it a TON.



(My father just said I should say something on here "that is nice about your daddy". Ummmm... How about: my daddy said "goodnight" rather than "It's 12:45 in the morning! Go to sleep already!!!" And that was nice of him.)

She's a Brick House

So...

I'm doing this workout regimen (because, apparently, people don't like chunky girls. Who knew?) and instead of basing success on lbs lost/gained, I'm going to go by inches. So, I got all my measurements today- neck, arms, bust, waist, hips, thighs, calfs, as well as ankles and wrists (they can slim down also, can't they? Hahaha, I hope so, otherwise cute ankle-wrap high heels need to be scratched off my list for good.)

The results were nothing frightening, so that's good. I found that I have a pleasantly proportionate hourglass figure. (I used to say I had a ballpark figure...but most people didn't find the hilarity in it.) I also found that I am nowhere near Brick House's "winning hand". On a more depressing note (for which party is undecided) I found that my Lara Flynn Boyle-esque friend, Annie's hips are only slightly larger than my left thigh. Hmmmm.

Those crazy Mormons!

Subject: An Editorial on Mormons-Santa Clarita, CA newspaper
Editor:

I have worked around them. They have worked for me and I for them. When I
was young, I dated their daughters. When I got married they came to my
wedding. Now that I have daughters of my own, some of their boys have dated
my daughters. I would be privileged if one of them were to be my
son-in-law. I'm talking about the Mormons. They are some of the most honest, hard-working people I have ever known.
They are spiritual, probably more than most other so-called religious people
I have encountered. They study the Bible and teach from it as much as any
Christian church ever has. They serve their religion without pay in
every conceivable capacity. None of their leaders, teachers, counselors,
Bishops or music directors receive one dime for the hours of labor they put
The Mormons have a non-paid ministry - a fact not generally known.
I have heard many times from the pulpits of others how evil and
non-Christian they are and that they will not go to heaven. I decided
recently to attend one of their services near my home to see for
myself. What a surprise! What I heard and saw was just the opposite from
what the religious ministers of the day were telling me. I found a very
simple service with no fanfare. I found a people with a great sense of
humor and a well-balanced spiritual side. There was no loud music. Just a
simple service, with the members themselves giving the several short
sermons. They urge their youth to be morally clean and live a good life. They
teach the gospel of Christ, as they understand it. The name of their church
is "The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints." Does that sound
like a non-Christian church to you? I asked them many questions about what
they teach and why. I got answers that in most cases were from the New
Testament. Their ideas and doctrines did not seem too far fetched for my
understanding. When I read their "Book of Mormon" I was also very
surprised to find just the opposite from what I had been told I would find.
Then I went to another church's pastor to ask him some of the same
questions about doctrine. To my surprise, when he found out that I was in
some way investigating the Mormons, he became hostile. He referred to them
as a non-Christian cult. I received what sounded to me like evil
propaganda against those people. He stated bluntly that they were not
Christian and that they did not fit into the Christian mold. He also told me
that they don't really believe the Bible. He gave me a pile of anti-Mormon
literature. He began to rant that the Mormons were not telling me the truth
about what they stand for. He didn't want to hear anything good about them. At
first I was surprised and then again, I wasn't. I began to wonder.
I have never known of a cult that supports the Boy Scouts of America.
According to the Boy Scouts, over a third of all the Boy Scout
troops in the United States are Mormon. What cult do you know of that has a
welfare system second to none in this country? They have farms, canneries and
cattle ranches to help take care of the unfortunate ones who might be down
and out and in need of a little help. The Mormon Church has donated
millions to welfare causes around the world without a word of credit. They have
donated thousands to help re-build Baptist churches that were burned a few
years ago. They have donated tons of medical supplies to countries
ravaged by earthquakes. You never see them on TV begging for money. What cult
do you know of that instills in its members to obey the law, pay their
taxes, serve in the military if asked and be a good Christian by living high
moral standards? Did you know that hundreds of thous ands Mormon youth
get up before high school starts in the morning to attend a religious
training class? They have basketball and softball leagues and supervised
youth dances every month. They are recruited by the FBI, the State Department
and every police department in the country because they are trustworthy. They
are taught not to drink nor take drugs They are in the Secret Service
who protect the president. They serve in high leadership position from
both parties in Congress and in the U.S. Senate, and have been governors
of several states other than Utah. They serve with distinction and
honor. If you have Mormons living near, you will probably find them to
be your best friends and neighbors. They are Christians who try to live
what they preach. They are not perfect and they are the first to admit this.
I have known some of them who could not live their religion, just like
many of us. The rhetoric which is spread around against them is nothing more
than evil propaganda founded in untruths. (Others) had successfully demonized
them to the point that the general public has no idea what they actually
believe and teach. If you really want to know the truth, go see for yourself.
You, also, will be surprised. When I first moved here some 25 years ago there
were five Mormon wards in Santa Clarita. Now there are 15. They must be doing
something right.

Paul Allen
Santa Clarita, California

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My new Wish List additions:


Green Tunic
Gray Tweed Tulip Skirt
Grey Bookcut Jeans
Mauve Lace Cami
Black Ribbon-tie Top
Red Leather Coat

He doesn't call.

"We're dating. He doesn't call. I call him a lot ...and when he finally answers it will be a magical day." -- Some chick on CMT's 20 Sexiest Men.
Oh heavens, I love that, it's my new quote. I will take credit for it, you can be sure of that. It refers to so many of my boyfriends who are in denial.


Ok, so- while playing with Alexa tonight I discovered some new loves: TiVo, Kirstie Alley, and mail order catalogs.

1) TiVo:
As I watched CSI:NY, CMT's 20 Sexiest Men, and Oprah WITHOUT COMMERCIALS I fell in love. (Plus first and last shows were recorded! How lovely is that?) I want, no, need this invention. Plus I got to PAUSE live TV when Lexi wanted something. Dang, Gina.

2) Kirstie Alley:
I used to think she was annoying. I had never seen any interviews with her, I think it was just because she played annoying characters. Ok, so I just watched her on Oprah and she is like my new best friend. She is hilarious. I loved how she kept saying to Nick, "So, you wanna make out now?" She is absolutely a hoot, love her! Plus, she's chunkier than me, and that's something everyone needs in a best friend.

3) Mail order catalogs:
Last week I was looking for Christmas gift ideas. I ended up googling "request a catalog", finding interesting companies, and doing just that. So... this week I've gotten a stack of catalogs. Wow. I love 'em. I sit for hours just staring at page after page!
Shopping on a website just isn't as fun. I wait forever for a page to load, find the cute things, put a mental Sharpie star next to them, and rarely return.
My new favorite catalog is Femail Creations I like their catalog a whole ton more than their website, and I strongly urge girls who like quirky things to request their catalog.
I mean, those who don't love THIS shoe-bowl & platter and This "Bubbles" towelrack needn't shop with me anywhere in the near future.

The Femail Creations stuff is a tad expensive for my budget, though, so don't be expecting any gifts from that company from me this Christmas.


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I'm excited for the new Bridget Jones movie. Is that bad? What I mean, of course, is I'm excited for it to come out...hit dollar theaters...come out on video...then hit TV edited. Hahaha.

I think Bridget is a hilarious character. Full of quirks, faux pas, and full fledged screw ups. Absolutely no Nora Ephron-driven Meg Ryan perfection in her. And yet, that is what is most charming about her; you can feel her pain. Mark Darcy is a jerk most of the time, yet Daniel Cleaver is a slimeball. She wants a boyfriend to shut up her parents, her parents friends, and her married friends; and to not be a 30-something singleton.

Hilarious, really. Now if only the book were as edited for language as the movie on TV.

Where in the heck are you coming from?

So, because I want to get some lurkers in the light ;) and because I am truly curious:

How did you originally get here? EDS? CGB? Soft Answer? Me telling you?
How do you get here now? Bookmarked? Type it in? A Link?


EVERYONE. Come on, at least 20 of you are repeater offenders, I know that. ;)



And just for you constantly random Googlers:
Aliesha Keyes
Stacy London pregnant
Paris Hilton skinny pouf
Trimspa
Stacy London baby
Clinton Kelly gay
my hot Vegas weekend
Paul Marcarelli
the Can You Hear Me Now? Guy
Anna Nicole

I feel like a midget is jumping on my chest

What is it with me and getting sick or hurt? Really, what is it? It seems like nothings ever quite right.

Today I am sick. My lungs feel as if I've just run three non-stop hours on an uphill treadmill. I keep coughing. Which hurts. My head is pounding like an over-excited drummer. I never even changed out of my pajamas (which, frankly, I welcome on any day.) I stayed wrapped in an aphgan and did homework, watched Oprah and The Daily Show, and worked on my scrapbook.

I started working on Christmas cards. I have absolutely no freaking idea why. I don't send Christmas cards. I think I was just sick of scrapbooking, but not sick of playing with stencils. Hahaha.
I watched Bridget Jones' Diary (edited, on TV) and flipped to the OC during the naughty parts. Then I flipped between Bridget and CSI. (Had I known Bridget would replay right when it ended, I would have stayed on CSI.)

Actually not a bad day for feeling like my lungs are staging a mutiny.

Though- three of my acrylic nails have broken off, and a fourth one is threatening. That can put a damper on anyone's week.

so much fun whipped cream shoots out your nose

I finally got THE FIRST DAY of my San Francicso trip written. Dang, I'm slow.


Wednesday night Meridith was given a challenge by Clarke: To have so much fun that whipped cream shoots out her nose. Hahaha. He also started a bet: Be the first person to get a gay man to compliment your clothing - especially saying the word “fabuluous”.

Thursday- We left Orem at around 5:15 a.m. After checking in our bags, getting our boarding passes we went through security. Clarke had to throw away a swiss army knife-style manicure set because of the file on it, Meridith had scissors in her backpack, but was allowed to keep them because the ends were dull, and Dad later found he had his Leatherman (? Giant swissarmy style thingy with a big knife, pliers, etc on it) in his carry-on, and they hadn’t found it.
We hung around the SLC airport for quite a while because our plane was delayed. after walking down a huge freezing corrider we boarded the tiny plane. We sat there for quite a while (I hear) while the plane was de-iced. I quickly fell asleep. I woke up long enough to get an orange juice from the flight attendant, then fell right back to sleep.
After landing in Oakland we got our baggage and piled in a bus. We transfered from the bus to the BART train that took us into San Francisco.
We walked (me in platforms) for quite a while then found out we were going the wrong way entirely. We finally got to the hotel (The Marriott) a bit later, after having gotten two blisters in the top of my foot from my shoes rubbing as we walked that freaking long way.

After we had lunch in one of the restaurants in the hotel, my dad, Meridith, and I walked over to the giant Lowes Theather next door. We checked out movie times and decided there was nothing good to see right then. We wandered through the stores, including the Jelly Belly store where Dad bought Mom a bag of black licorice flavored beans...typical.
We each got an ice cream cone (Dad- Rum Raisin, Mer- I can’t remember, Me- Pumpkin Pie) and watched an insane pigeon with a hurt toe waddle around a tabletop outside. Then we went back to the hotel.

We all walked down to the streetcar turn-around spot thingy by the giant GAP. We rode the streetcar up to the top of Nob Hill (which Clarke called “snob hill”, bright) where the Fairmont Hotel is. My dad played bass with The Lettermen on tour in the '60s, including a two week (?) stint at the Fairmont. He wanted to show us the room where he played.
We then went up to the Tonga Room for an early dinner. It was Happy Hour, so they had a buffet rather than a dinner menu. It was fun. I had a virgin Pina Colada. :)
After dinner our waiter was giving suggestions of what to see. He told us that Lion King was in town.
We went down to the concierge. He said they release extra tickets right before the show starts, then he suggested we grab a cab. So we did.

That was my first Taxi ride in the U.S. (Though I don’t think it differs much from the taxi drivers in Germany. Neither speak much English, hahaha!) Our taxi driver was this 20-something dude who came from China 7 years ago.

We got to the Orpheum Theatre, got tickets and got in our seats (balcony, nearly the back row, middle. Could see everything perfectly.)

Ok, so I saw the Lion King at the Pantages Theater in L.A., when I was on Orchestra Tour in 2001. But we had driven from UT to CA all the night before, went straight to Disneyland (no stopping at the hotel or anything, drove from the high school to Disneyland) then stopped by the hotel for five minutes to change into nice clothing and went to the theater. We were exhausted. We all kept falling asleep through the play.
So, watching Lion King this time was practically like seeing it for the first time. I had missed so many little things, as well as entire scenes. (Including the bare-chested male dancers during “Be Prepared”...Wow, Disney meets Chippendales!)

We walked to the hotel from the theater, which was slightly freaky. I’m definitely sheltered here in my little Happy Valley bubble.

Times are achangin'

I'm getting sick of the all-pinkishpurple blog. I'm done with it.

Obviously I have changed my lil topper picture. It got freaky having my eyes staring back at me, regardless of how hot they are. Plus, that other picture was taken way back when I had nearly black hair... January til April? This one was taken less than a month ago and shows my brown hair as well as my gold tipped bangs. Hahaha!

Umm, the pinkishpurple & tan-ish combo was a mistake... I'll fix it sooner or later.

So...

Opinions? Suggestions?

I love you, too!

I was watching the hour & a half special Tidal Wave episode of CSI: Miami last night. One of the storylines was of cemetary being washed up because of the tidal wave. The M.E. and the new CSI dude found out there was an extra body, who had been murdered, buried in the cemetary. Well, they used a new computer program that measured how weighed down cars are (as seen on The Italian Job, to find out which armored car was carrying the gold bars... I need a social life), they found that a black car was heavy when entering, but light when leaving the cemetary. Well, they ran the plates and the owner's picture and info came up on the screen. It was none other than CORBIN ALLRED!!! Scruffy-faced and long-haired Corbin. I immediately freaked out and yelled for Meridith to come watch.

Corbin's character had murdered his stepfather and buried him in the cemetary. Dang it. He WAS the bad guy. Unlike his character in CSI (Vegas)'s 2nd season, entitled "Altar Boys", sometime mid-season, probably epi 5 or 6. He played the younger not-all-there brother of the guy who killed 3 people. He buried the bodies for his brother, and that is when CSI caught him. (again... I need a social life.)

Corbin is way awesome. Oh, and need I remind you of my strange encounter with him?

On July 24th (Pioneer Day in Utah, the day before my birthday in all states) we went to the Days of '47 Parade in Salt Lake City
At one point Honeyman nudged me and said "um, the guy, him!" while pointing to the upcoming truck/float/thingy. Corbin Allred was standing on it with a Saints and Soldiers movie poster. Forgetting that A) No one around me knew who the heck he was, B) He was ten feet in front of me, and C) I am dang loud... When I saw him I yelled "CORBIN!!!" He looked right at me and smiled then cupped his hands to his ears as to say "what?" I had a sudden anxiety attack. I didn't mean for him to notice me, I was just excited to see HIM.

I couldn't yell "I loved your sitcom on TGIF! I loved your movie with Dan Akroyd, Kirk Douglas, and Jenny McCarthy! I loved your scene in Robin Hood: Men in Tights! I loved your episodes of Dharma & Greg, Sabrina the Teenage Witch, JAG, CSI, Boston Public, (possibly NCIS?, though it said Corbin Allread in the credits --I only caught the end--), ER, and Monk!!!" So I yelled "Ummm, I love you!?" He chuckled and yelled, "I love you, too!"
During the day whenever I started giggling Honeyman would chuckle and say "Corbin loves you, too", hahaha.

Its beginning to look a lot like Christmas

...well, not really. It has been sunny and dry all week. But that hasn't stopped me from blasting Bing Crosby singing "Silent Night" and starting my shopping lists!

I have 25 people to shop for this year. (That's not including friends and acquaintances. That is only my 2 parents, 11 siblings, 7 nieces, and 5 nephews.) It will probably cost me about $300.

But the more gifts I get for others the more things I find to put on my wish list. Oh heavens, will the madness never end?

Newest addition:

(*WARNING* I forbid all my siblings to follow this link, as a lot of my gifts will be from this same website this year.)

The "Just-Rite Citrus Juicer"


Wow, that's great.


I love to get gifts for people, but I rarely know what they want. So guys, here is your opportunity to get something you actually like:
I'd like my siblings (come on, I know at least 4 of you read this) and my friends to COMMENT (heaven forbid, I know!) and let me know what you like. Generals, if that's all you can handle.
I want: Favorite candy, shoe size (girls), favorite restaurant, favorite movie you do not own, favorite CD, and anything else you wish to add.

PLEASE???

*THRILLED!*

I know it is the complete opposite of most of my online aquaintances and random blogs I read, but I've just got to mention it:

I am a Republican. I'm totally right wing. I am an anti-gay marraige, anti-abortion, pro-proactivity against terrorism gal. I voted for George W. Bush, and I am thrilled beyond belief he was re-elected.

John Kerry as president? Things like that are what my nightmares are made of. Even more frightening is the thought of Theresa Heinz Kerry as First Lady. Ick.

I do not find John Edwards attractive, as so many others do. In fact, I find him slightly creepy. Plus The Honeyman finds him attractive...which is just wrong.

Me, Myself, & I

*ring* *ring* Hello? Hey Meridith. This is Susannah. Oh. You sound just like Meridith. Heh, yeah, I know.


I'd say this happens 6 out of 10 times the phone rings. Everyone from Meridith's friends, my grandmother, my parents, my siblings, to neighbors.

It doesn't bother me. I'm very much used to it.
Deborah, Meridith, and I all sound alike. It's not my fault, nor theirs. ...I blame my parents.
Deb called a few days ago and Mer answered. Later in the day Mer and I went over to Deborah's house. Meridith said, "I wasn't sure who it was when you called. It was either you, me, or Susannah. I knew it wasn't me [bright, isn't she?], and Susannah was upstairs, so I figured it had to be you."

Why does it have to be "You sound like Meridith"? Why can't it be "Meridith sounds just like you"? Heck, I'm two years, 9 months, 1 week, and a day older than her!!!

The oddest one is when people say "Hey Deborah." Ummmm, Deb moved out a long time ago. She is married. Has a baby. It is most likely me, not her.
Heck, Meridith is at school most of the time I get calls assuming I'm her. High school, people. You remember how long that was? All flippin' day. Meridith is not home at 10:30 a.m. It is me. Only me.

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The other person people confuse me with is my sister-in-law, Suzanne. Ok, guys. Let's say this together: I'm Susannah, she is Suzanne. I'm Susannah, she is Suzanne.

Yes, I know, they sound alike. But we are very different people. She is married to my bro, has three darling little kids, is arty and creative. I am very, very single, living with my parents, not a drop of that kind of artiness (artyness? skill pertaining to art?) in me.

Aunt, who has known me for over a decade: "I heard Susannah had her baby!"
Mom: "No, Suzanne did."
Aunt: "Susannah?"
Mom: "No, Suzanne."
Aunt, looking thorouhly confused and embarassed: "Oh. Hmmm."
Ummmm...I'm sitting right here.

Other times the confusion comes merely from the close sound of our names.

(When I was 14-years-old)
Deborah: "Hey Liz, did you hear Suzanne is pregnant?"
Elizabeth: "Susannah's pregnant? Everyone's OK with this?"
Deborah: "Hahaha, No... Suzanne."
Susannah: "Yeah, right. I can't even get guys to talk to me."


So, ummmmm, yeah... In this family I'm never me. I'm Deborah, Meridith, or Suzanne.

You say / I only hear what I want to / I don't listen hard / don't pay attention

The real question is how many times do I have to find that The Honeyman was right before I start listening to him in the first place?

I'm not social. I'm not! Nope, nope, nope! I avoid people, if at all possible. Not even just strangers, nope; Everyone!
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I went out to dinner with my parents, aunts, uncles and cousins for my uncles birthday last night. Do I start conversations? Heavens no. Do I reply when spoken to? Sure, one-word answers if I can help it. How am I doing? Great. Do you need to know more? Heck no.
When I can feel people looking in my direction, my straw suddenly becomes very interesting. I cling tightly to my mothers side and try not to think about the stupid statements my uncle is saying about the election. (I admit one outburst, but it was deserved. He was talking about how hard of a decision it was to pick a Governor for Utah. Oh heavens. I said, "Eww, not for me!" ...In the future I will attempt to keep these outbursts in my head.)

Did it matter that I was seated near an aunt and two cousins I hadn't seen since Sept of 2002? Of course not. The cousins didn't speak to me anyway, and my aunt kept asking how I was (that was covered in my longest conversation of the night: "Great, except I threw my back out this morning.") and asking about school ("I don't yet have the $15,000 tuition.")
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I find I do this with my siblings, also. (Deborah and Meridith not as much, because I grew up with them. Deb is 3 years older than me and Mer is 3 years younger.) It is probably because I was never close to my older siblings. They are 6, 8, 10, & 13 years older than me. I was in elementary school/junior high when they were getting married and having kids. My little monotonous life wasn't interesting to them. Instead of being a normal person and talking to them I guess I tried to be funny. I came off extremely annoying instead. Constantly getting in trouble with my parents for saying innapropriate or insensitive things. So I basically stopped trying. I didn't really hold conversations with them much. I still don't very much...I'm not sure why. It happens mostly with in-laws. But I am getting better. I used to be the annoying little sister, but I am becoming more of a sibling that people call just to talk to.
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One reason I am not wanting to join a ward is that I don't want to have Home Teachers. I don't! It wasn't so bad while I was living in my apartment because one was the younger brother of my roommate and the other was his attractive roommate. And because my two roommates would talk to the guys while I could sit by and listen, avoiding eye contact because then they might ask me to comment.
When I was at the stake singles ward my HTs came over once. Technically it was only one of them because the other had to suddenly cancel. I was terrified out of my head. ME? Sit alone in my living room with some incredibly attractive 24-year-old I didn't know, holding a forced conversation? No thanks. The guy was surprisingly cool. He told me about his girlfriend from Salt Lake, who he got engaged to 3 months later. I told him all about the different debate events (he asked...I didn't just spew off my nerdiness) because I was still coaching the debate team at that time. It was pretty fun. I rambled and didn't even think about what I was doing.

That was a one-time deal, basically. I get freaked at the thought of two of the guys from this new ward coming over. Heck, I can hardly handle it when I'm at FHEs and stuff. Sure, I will smile and say my name while shaking their hand when they randomly introduce themselves to me, but I'm sure as heck not instigating it.
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That, and the the fact that my self-confidence is .002%, is the reason I don't date. Heck, I couldn't even get through a night of having The Honeyman and Matt (-my-former-boyfriend aka a random guy from the ward I've met twice) over to watch a movie without the feeling of a giant anxiety attack waiting to happen while being in the constant state of sucking-in. Oh heavens! It's just Honeyman and Matt!! How in the world could I get through an evening with some guy who isn't my platonic-best-friend and a random annoying ward member???

But that's OK because there are no tall, not gangly, tall-&-chubby-girl loving guys in Utah County. I don't know if they exist, actually.
(Except of course for Honeyman's plan: "in the far far away future I will probably want to have a NCMO with you." Oh gee, let me find a container for my joy.)
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Oh heavens, I have to write Elder ZackyZack tonight. Not excited. I have absolutely no idea what to write to the guy. I am a horrible letter writer. I haven't even written him since the end of August. Oops. What a friend I am! :) I don't even know who else is writing the kid. He says he hates it when "all my friends write me on the same day, then I spend my entire PDay replying". How the heck many is "all my friends"? It must be a bunch of the guys. Nikki is suddenly good friends with ZackyZacks older bro, would she be writing him? I can't imagine any of the other girls in our little group from high school writing him. Sarah is married and living in Idaho, she definitely wouldn't be. Reba? Are you? Hahaha. I mean, sure, the guy could have a harem of girls waiting for him that I am completely unaware of, but for some reason I doubt it. We were pretty tight right before he left, he would've told me about them. Maybe that girl who "broke up" with him, who he didn't know he was supposedly dating, is writing him. That'd be hilarious.
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...Hmmmmm

Blech!

Thing #5271 not to say to your daughter first thing in the morning: "There was a man who was over 1,000 lbs. but was undernourished. His food was all starches and fats. ...You should work on eating more vegetables. I challenge you to eat 4 to 6 different vegetables a day."

Good morning to you, too, Mom. I was going to go with "Bite Me" but I think I chose "Yeah. When you do that."

Nothing quite like being makeup-less, unshowered, while in a tunic and too-tight stretchy pants, slumped because of a thrown-out back, being compared to an undernourished thousand-pound man to make me feel as fat and ugly as humanly possible. A checkmark for today!

:( -copyright Despair.com

I hurt my back. I don't know how. Sleeping weird, perhaps? But it hurts a lot. My entire lower back is seized up. I can't stand straight and I can forget about walking without looking like an idiot.

Well, Mom, I guess my room isn't getting cleaned today. Mwa ha ha.


"But my lips hurt REAL BAD" -Napoleon

All because I'm the lead singer of my band, my band, my band

When I first started my blog I rambled and I ranted even more than now. I thought "Who in the heck is ever going to read this and care anyway?" so I wrote about anyone and everyone. I got the first backlash of that when The Honeyman first saw it. That was some thick tension between us. Oops.
I omitted parts of stories in hopes to not offend anyone. That only made half-truths and not full records of the goings on. Annoying.

In the color code personality test I am a white: a non-confrontational push-over. So true. I have tiptoed around everything as to not offend someone. Not even offend, just to not even mention someone. People get codenames, alterations, or deleted alltogether.


ENOUGH!

Honeyman and I were talking about it and he basically said I should say what I want, and it doesn't matter if the person sees it. Especially if its a positive thing. He's right ...as usual...though I don't admit that to him often.

So I may be more blunt than ever. In fact, I know I will be:

Matt- you're incredibly nice and very attractive and it's awesome that you can remember my name but, dude, YOU ARE ANNOYING. If you wait FIVE SECONDS the movie will be explained to you. You do not need to ask questions like "who is that?" and "what are they going to do?" all the time. Five seconds, I promise! It will all be clear!!!

Sue- "He's just dumb. That's all I can say. He said he wanted to watch 'a thinking movie' [like The Net, The Client, etc] I thought, 'how about Finding Nemo?'"
Mer- "Ha! Ha! You are horrible!"

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I'm still in the middle of writing up my San Francisco trip, but will get the details up here when I finish. :)