Friday, October 31, 2008

Oh crap, a Democrat.


I just thought this was pretty funny.




Monday, October 27, 2008

The original man in my life




Well, Saturday was my Daddy's birthday. The big 55. That's like Senior Citizen discount status. It's hard to believe that he's so old, and even harder to believe that he's still here. It's been four years since he was diagnosed with heart failure. Four years since he's been on the heart recipient list. Four years of touch and go. He's by no means the hearty, strong man from my childhood, but he's here. The statistics and doctors said that he would not make it this far, but he has and he's still chugging along. I love him for it.


I respect and love this man so much. He is truly a rock in my life. Sometimes we butt heads and view the world differently, but the bottom line is that he is a hard-working man with a solid head on his shoulders.


My daddy has a third grade education, but he is the most informed and smartest people I've ever encountered. He has a calming influence on people, and a way of deescalating situations. His sense of right and wrong is infallible. He taught me to respect authority and appreciate the many blessings I have, especially my citizenship in this great nation of ours. He taught me the value of family, and to respect and cherish my mother. He is the most giving and charitable men I've ever met.


Overall, and most importantly, he is my Daddy. I cannot count the blessings I have that spawn from him, but I know that I'm so very blessed to have him in my life.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Chicken, rice, and corn from a can

Disclaimer: this post is dedicated to my baby sister, Pene. It just might get cheesy or sad or personal. If you don't want to hear about it, I suggest you move along.


Usually, I say that I cannot remember life without my sister. I'm here to tell you it's a big, fat lie. But not a horrible one, I don't think. I have exactly one memory from before she was born.

My earliest memory is from when I was about 2 years old (plus some 5 or so months) It was the night my baby sister was born, and actually the only memory I have without her in it.

I have a vivid mental picture of our house in Salt Lake; it's night time, and we are eating dinner. You guessed what's for dinner; chicken, rice, and corn from a can. Nothing too fancy. Just fried chicken, sticky rice, and corn. I don't remember much beyond that, except that my older siblings were there, and I colored a picture. I also remember a man there, who I'm assuming was probably my cousin Tui, who I guess babysat us a lot.

After that, pretty much all my memories involve my sister. We were always the "little girls" and did pretty much everything together. Whether it was bullying the girl next door into letting us play (she had THE coolest toys) and then fervently denying it to our mom, or trying to convince a neighborhood kid that we could get him deported to Canada, we were quite the pair. We fought constantly with each other, but I knew she always had my back.

When I think of how a good sister should be, I usually think of a Jane Austen book. The sisters in her books were usually pretty close to perfect, and always totally devoted to each other. My sister has always been the Jane Austen sister, and I'm so grateful to have her in my life!

Saturday, October 18, 2008

A window to my soul

Well, today my sister decided to get her hair highlighted. While in line to check out at Sally's, I decided that I wanted a change also. Because highlights would be wasted on my hair (my hair has natural blonde highlights, and is pretty golden brown in the first place) I decided I would put black streaks in.

So, dye-in-hand, we headed back to my sister's house. At the last moment (which was kind of the trend today) I decided to just put in a window of black. I'm really glad I did, mostly because I think I would have had another Fiddle on my hands if I had put in the streaks. So, I now have the change I wanted, but it's subtle enough to not make me regret it. I guess it could be a window to my soul; it's cold and dark =)

Friday, October 17, 2008

I always hated being it...


Well, I've been tagged again. This time by my sister (it has actually been a few weeks since she tagged me. I've been busy; leave me alone!)


Rules: Get the book that's on your nightstand (or whatever you happen to be reading).Open it to page 56 and find the 5th sentence. Post the next couple of sentences on your blog, along with these instructions. Do not go and find your favorite book; it has to be the one you are reading now! Tag five other people to do the same.


The Book:

Well, I'm currently reading Brisingr. For those who don't know, it is the third and final installment in the Eragon series. It is a series I would recommend if you like fantasy, but you have to remember that the first draft of Eragon (the first book) was written when the author was 15. I'm not saying there is anything wrong with 15 year olds writing books. Just don't expect incredible writing. If you want motivation to write, this is the series for you (I'm absolutely certain I could write a fantasy book as good, if not better)

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The Quote:

"I don't want it to fall on her."

Eragon looked back at the wretched butcher. He had no more time for mindless wanderings. He had to choose. One way or another, he had to choose. . . .

"Eragon!"

I don't know what's right, realized Eragon. His own uncertainty told him that it would be wrong to kill Sloan or return him to the Varden. He had no idea what he should do instead, except find a third path,one thatwas less obvious and less violent.

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Well, because I haven't read this far yet, and I don't know what comes next, that's all you are getting. =)
I tag: No one. If you want to participate, join in! If not, I'll survive.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Thank you, Mr. Brown

Well, the A/C in my car was not working very well this spring, so finally my mom took my car in and got it filled up with freon (sp?) It was amazing how well it worked after that, and I was loving the frigid air inside my car...at least for about a week. Just about a week after it got fixed, the A/C started making a really weird noise any time it was on. The higher the fan was, the louder the noise got. It was really loud and obnoxious. I just avoided using the A/C for a while, but it finally got to be too much, so I took it into the shop. Well, $400 later, I found the source of the A/C's problems:







You got it. Mr. Brown's ID and this random hotel paper were stuck inside the intake valve of my air system, causing the noise. If the ID were not so old, I would contemplate sending Mr. Brown the bill for "fixing" my air conditioner.

Monday, October 6, 2008

TAG!

I am: sad it's getting so cold.
I think: I am always right
I know: I should be sleeping
I am: Tired
I want: To be content
I have: Pretty much all I could ask for
I dislike: not being in control
I miss: my grandma
I fear: strangers in the bushes
I feel: giddy
I hear: the fan on my laptop
I smell: my Scentsy
I crave: Cheesecake Factory
I cry: When I'm extremely angry
I search: craigslist obsessively
I wonder: Where my life is headed...
I regret: Taking my time for granted
I wish: I could go back to only having one job
I love: my "real" job
I care: too much about insignificant details
I always: hum
I worry: not enough, too much
I am not: very patient
I remember: my childhood as idyllic
I believe: I am destined for greatness
I sing: in the car
I don’t: care enough to be nice
I argue: for the sake of arguing
I write: with my Sharpie pen
I win: when I change the rules
I lose: focus a lot
I listen: to music with a good beat
I don’t understand: self harm
I can usually be found: at work. If I'm not at one, it's the other.
I need: lots of sleep
I forget: I can't always be in charge
I am happy: when I only work one shift per day