Life Highlights

Upon sharing those happy quotes from the game, which had been saved in my phone, I found other amusing quotes and antidotes, and thought I would share them. Hopefully they can convey the great joy they once brought to me.

My dad

"It's never appropriate to join someone at the urinal. And you don't ever get in the urinal. That's just the guy rule number three." Jan 10

This is in reference to my little brother's previous habit (years and years ago) of sniffing ...ha ha, I can't even type this without giggling. After someone farted, he'd sniff to try to find out who did it. We were discussing this particular peculiarity of my brother's and my dad said he had always wanted to tell Chris-
"you may be able to prove who did it, but the cost is not worth it" Dec 09

Discussing the beauty (or not) of Stevie Nicks

"If it weren't for her unfortunate nostrils..." Nov 09

Camping with the gilchrists, my dad and john attempted to high five-

"that was a horrible high five" ~my dad
"that was almost holding hands" ~John
"How gay is that?" ~ Marcia

"My socks are all twisted and it made me confused" may 09

At a restaurant, my dad was talking about what he thought my mom wanted to eat-

"I don't know where they sell crap salad with rat poop sprinkles..and cheese that smells like death" ~dad
"tempting as that is..." ~mom

"What was that noise that just came out of me? Or was it you? It must have been you cause I didn't feel it." nov 09

"Whoring and cocaine. These are a few of my favorite things. Seriously." jan 09

Oh, after we cleaned the turtles tank out with bleach to get rid of the nasty buildup, my dad came running in all panicked and said-

"we should never have done it! I let my hatred of mold cloud my judgement." Dec 08

My dad is gay on rob thomas. Then he found another star he was gay on. Chris, after discovering this, said-

"you're not only gay, but you're hoe gay"
my dad's response-
"you calling me a sandwich?"

After my Ford was giving me problems, bucking all over the place, my dad told me to come home to switch it out. said he, with relish-

"then you can bring it up here and we'll get rid of the bucker." Aug 08

The whole family had been together for something, but when it was almost time to leave, my dad threatened us with his knife-

"I was talking to shawn. He can't leave if I gut him" June 08

I have so many more, but this is getting long so I think I will have to break it up. Smalls has a hefty section all to herself, and plenty of others have contributed to the quote journal. So, more to be continued...

Hockey Highlights

"We're coming to a fight and a hockey game is breaking out"
Probably the most overdone joke in the book, but it tickles me right. My ridiculous second counselor said this, along with many other cliches, at the hockey game tonight that my ward went to. Boise State vs. BYU. A bunch of guys from my ward decided we were for Boise, so I went for it with all my might. We were the only Boise fans in the whole packed place, so everytime we stood up and cheered them on, everyone looked at us. But that made it fun. Plus the fact that Boise turned out to be the ultimate, underfunded underdog made it more exciting to root for them.

Less fun, going with the bishopric and guys that feel the need to bring church into hockey. A couple guys sat right behind the byu penalty box so they could harass the players when the got sent in there. But they didn't harass. And I had to listen to such comments as "if the bishopric wasn't sitting two rows up..." yeah right. if they weren't there you'd have another excuse. and then people yelling "are you going to pass the sacrament tomorrow?"

what? no. don't bring church to a hockey game. I guess then, don't go to a hockey game for church. I guess these are some low lights. I did really enjoy the comment by one guy, yelled roughly at a byu penalty player
"Is that what Jesus would do?"
While it still had the stigma of pansy priesthood, it was done with balls and I appreciated it. whoa, that's coarser than it should be on the eve of the sabbath but there it is.

I love the cheap food at hockey games. I loved the slams, the fights, the Boise guys facial hair. BYU just doesn't look right, with the
guys all clean shaven and neat haircutted.

I love that certain people are no longer employed at the Peaks so I can enjoy a hockey game in peace. I love that I check out every guy in that arena, yet never seem to find someone to even be interested in.

Are you done with hockey? good, me too. for now.

it is my favorite sport though. i think that needs to be said.

Small Town Delights

I went home this last weekend. It was fun. There was drama, frustration, relaxing, love from the animals(a lot of love from pookie), rock band, walks, delicious chocolate-covered raspberries, bashing in walls and tearing off lathe and plaster (a very dirty, gruesome job, but also satisfying as you slam the mallet into the wall as hard as you can), pie eating, pizza eating, Olympic watching, and book reading. And then, this little jewel. As we watched the olympics Saturday night and Chris tried to stick with us despite absolutely no interest in the games, he opened up the local newspaper and began to read. Boy howdy, that thing is amazing. I shall be giving you weekly installments, so you can appreciate the wonder of small town writing.

The first exposure-a very witty and timely look at the emergency response capacities of Bear Lake's search and rescue team. Enjoy.

"Trainers hone emergency skills"

Some things were very similar-it was foggy, it was cold, and victims had to be found with safety the number one priority. Other things, however, were better than ever before.

This was the situation during the seventh annual Winter Search and Rescue Training Exercise organized by the Bear Lake County Sheriff's Office, Emergency Medical Services (EMS) and ambulance teams, Search and Rescue (SAR), Portneuf Life Flight, and Department of Homeland Security.

Also at the training were several members of the American Search Dogs, BEARS Radio, and "victims" that would be found before the day was over....

Lance...has been one of the driving forces behind organizing this and other training exercises like it for several years. Its purpose, he explains, is to get the area Emergency Medical Services working together to accomplish things they could never accomplish alone, such as successfully rescuing injured persons in the back country in winter conditions. Because the Bear Lake region has so many miles of back country recreational areas, [Lance] believes it is vital to train in the same types of situations in which emergencies can occur, to work together and coordinate resources."

To be continued...

(If you find the story boring, stop reading. But for those who, like me, can't help but mock such delightful attempts at English grammar, this story will be continued shortly. I do have to say, I have been having an exceptionally hard time stringing two sentences together. I'm blaming it on my mom's dropping a piece of wood on my head from her perch on the ladder when we were demolishing the house. I got a huge bump, and things just haven't been coming together quite right. At least, I'm hoping I can use that excuse for the pathetic paper I turned in today for school. "

Spring Fever

AGHGHAGHGHGH! Spring does crazy things to me. Good things, I mean, I love it. I feel inspired, giddy, excited, hopeful, adventurous, crazy, all sorts of things and I'm revelling in it now, but also wondering what impulsive thing might take control of me. I've been envisioning all sorts of trips. My trip to Chicago, to Nebraska for the Switzer Family reunion, just wishing I could get all the way east to see Lindsey and Lizi.

Then I have all these plans-gotta get out of provo. I thought I did, but not really. I don't like my roommate really. I mean, she's great, but after the four months I have to live with her, I think I'll be done. And my apartment sucks me in. Third floor is too high; I can't just run outside when I want a sniff of fresh air, and that bothers me. So I'm envisioning what I can only describe as Calamity Jane's cabin, some well-lit home of cozy simplicity, where I can jaunt outside in the woods whenever I want. It's always light and warm because-its spring of course!!

And then I looked at places all around Utah I can move, and decided I needed to go south. Explore that territory. Hopefully meet up with the outdoor crowd, get into mountain biking, canyoneering, all sorts of things. good times. And surely i'll meet the man of my dreams down there, right? :)

This is the normal round of ideas for me in spring. Get out, see the world, do something new. I'm back into yoga and envisioning me as an instructor, outside of course, on some beautiful grassy hill. I want to sleep outside, and have seriously thought of quitting my program so I can work in the wilderness again. So, slightly troubling. But the new craze that came over me last night has me worried.

I was thinking of cutting my hair! what?!?!? I love it long. I've been admiring it in my shadow when I walk-the wind flowing through it. I love shadow hair. I love long hair. It was like coming back into myself to have long hair again. But, its so unhealthy due to my ...recent obsession. If i cut it, I could start new, letting it grow nice and healthy. the problem is, I want short. Like "Six Days Seven Nights" short, where its just all wild and all over the place. Then I want long. I don't want any of the in between, cause that's when I look like a goob. now, I don't think I will get crazy enough to actually go through with this plan, but I need help. Need support. guys, stop me in my madness before i do something too drastic to fix!

Ah spring, what will you do to me next?

Sharing

Okay, I got this crazy idea, a while ago. I had a moment in time when I really wanted to share the songs I had written with people, wanted to get them out there just because. So I wanted to record me playing songs, and post them on here. Problem was, didn't know how to just record music. So I thought, fine, I guess video myself and post that on here. But for those of you who know my video posting drama, that is not an option for me. Somehow I'm incapable. All of this led me to my present insanity. So listen. If you are a real musician, and/or if you are going to be mean, I ask you to turn away now because I can't handle it. I know what I've done is absurd. I wonder what I could possibly be thinking, and I don't know. Maybe just one of those impulsive-got the idea and "now I gotta see it through" things. Whatever happened,I recorded some of my songs. At first I tried just recording my fingers cause I don't like the camera on me, but that was totally ridiculous. So I moved on to the whole me shot, and over the last year and a half have taped four of my songs, and now have posted them on youtube. Ha! No one has seen them; I think they remain blissfully hidden from anyone's eyes. But I am opening myself to you, if you want. This is a link to my latest song, written for Smalls when she left me. On the screen is my user name and a link that goes to my other songs, if interested. Just one more step on this journey, especially the path to overcome fears. Enjoy!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rzC0a3CxHww