Some favorite song lines (or songs)

"Some days I surrender, some days I resolve. Every day I conquer, with your love."
-Collective Soul
This one has spiritual meaning. Even if it's not something I feel I attain to at this time, it's still something I hope to attain to. One thing that always amazes me is that even though I am so lazy, when I do something as simple as try, I can feel the Lord's love in my life. That He would be so quick to show his tender mercies to someone who doesn't deserve them.
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That I would be good even if I did not think.
That I would be good even if I got a thumbs down.
That I would be good if I got and stayed sick
That I would be good even if I gained ten pounds

That I would be fine even if I went bankrupt
That I would be good if I lost my hair and my youth
That I would be great if I was no longer queen
That I would be grand if I was not unaware

That I would be loved even if when I numb myself
That I would be good even when I am overwhelmed
That I would be loved even when I was fuming
That I would be good even if I was clingy

That I would be good even if I lost sanity
That I would be good whether with or without you
-Alanis Morriessette
This one means so much because I think it represents people from so many different walks of life - all different people with different crippling worries or concerns, yet all have the same basic, simple desire, and that's to be accepted and loved for who and what we are, no matter what.
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Oh, perilous place walk backwards toward you
Blink disbelieving eyes, chilled to the bone
Most visibly brave, no apprehended bloom
First to take this foot to virgin snow

I am magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment
I am a wunderkind
And I live the envelope pushed far enough to believe this
I am a princess on the way to my throne
Destined to serve, destined to roam

Oh, ominous place spellbound and un-child-proofed
My least favorite shelter bear alone
Compatriots in face they’d cringe if I told you
Our best back pocket secret our bond full blown

And I am a magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment
I am a wunderkind
And I am pioneer naïve enough to believe this
I am a princess on the way to my throne
Destined to seek, destined to know
Most beautiful place reborn and blown off roof
My view about face whether great will be done

And I am a magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment
I am a wunderkind
I am a groundbreaker naïve enough to believe this
I am a princess on the way to my throne
And I am a magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment
I am a wunderkind
I am a Joan of Arc and smart enough to believe this
I am a princess on the way to my throne

Destined to reign, destined to roam
Destined to reign, destined to roam

I just like this one because of the sort of mystical feeling it gives about believing in yourself and exploring the unknown. I myself am working toward such a thing - although I am a little scared, it is also exhilarating.
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Is this all that you have in store?
Should you forget those dreams of something more?
Will you always believe in the year that could be
When you close your eyes you see
But you push your whole life and hope to achieve
And it's the uphill climb that makes you question your dreams

So when will you make up your mind
When things in life don't go to light
You have to try

You just turn, you turn and decide
that if it's meant to be it comes naturally
But if you want it enough, you gotta learn to be tough
Cuz the best things in life, they don't come free

You may say it's not meant to be
And if it makes you feel better, you can choose to believe
But the only one you'll deceive is the only one who can change anything
Nothing comes to someone who waits a lot
Waiting for something that won't come with time

So when will you make up your mind
When things in life to go right, you have to decide
You turn, you turn and decide
that if it's meant to be it comes naturally

But if you want it enough, you gotta learn to be tough
Cuz the best things in life... they don't come free
-Kathryn Moss

This one to me is about taking responsibility for your own life, your own decisions. It's easy to let the days pass, thinking that someday what you want will come, and before you know it the years have gone. But each day will only be like the last, until you get off your butt and go for it. I agree with it 100%, it's the stuff of life, man.
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There's so much that you don't know about me
But let's not rush, cuz we have eternity
And for a world of pure insanity
Life makes an awful lot of sense to me

With all the things I thought I knew aside
I am speechless for the first time
And I'll turn in my search where beauty hides
When the most beautiful life entered mine

Can you feel it, it's different this time
Can you feel it, cuz I've heard this difference only mine
And I know what they mean, but it's so much more
than any different I could've dreamed

There's a calm hush in all the air
I can feel it everywhere
My heart's strength is about to fold
I never thought there existed such a soul

Can you feel it, it's different this time
Can you feel it, cuz I've heard this difference only mine
And I know what they mean

But it's so much more, so much more,
Than any difference I could've dreamed.
-Kathryn Moss
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I will be the answer
At the end of the line
I will be there for you
While you take the time
In the burning of uncertainty
I will be your solid ground
I will hold the balance
If you can't look down

If it takes my whole life
I won't break, I won't bend
It will all be worth it
Worth it in the end
Cause I can only tell you what I know
That I need you in my life
When the stars have all gone out
You'll still be burning so bright

Cast me gently
Into morning
For the night has been unkind
Take me to a
Place so holy
That I can wash this from my mind
The memory of choosing not to fight

If it takes my whole life
I won't break, I won't bend
It will all be worth it
Worth it in the end
'Cause I can only tell you what I know
That I need you in my life
When the stars have all burned out
You'll still be burning so bright

Cast me gently
Into morning
For the night has been unkind
-Sarah McLachlan

Shmurfy

I feel I've been neglecting my blog a little bit. But that's because, in your predictable college-student-procrastination fashion, I have much to do. I am taking a brief break here though, to tell you that I have bought me a real-life little black dress. It's for the work Christmas Party. My sis came over and helped me decide on a few things tonight, and now I just need to buy nylons, very high black heels, jewelry and a hair-clip and maybe a hand-clutch to go with it. I'm very excited. (Sis also helped me clean our house, which for some bizarre reason, she enjoys doing. Of course it is very much appreciated.) There is much I wish to write, even things of an other-worldly nature, but it will have to wait until there's more time. I hope ya'll have a great week!

Vacation

Well Park City turned out really great, for the most part. Our room was beautiful - two big beds with soft, thick, beautiful comforters and tons of pillows. We had a computer desk, a TV set, mini-fridge, and the bathroom was so cute, too. Next time we get a hotel, I say we do the Marriott. Right after we checked in we went over to Tanger to shop around a little bit. Geoff actually said he likes to go shopping with me, "it's fun," he said. (It was cute.) It was so crowded because it was the day after Thanksgiving, even though it was evening at that time, we could hardly find a place to park. I got a pair of shorts for the swimming pool and Geoff got some tennis shoes for the gym. We also split a Mrs. Field's cookie and went in to see the pet adoption center. Wow there were some gorgeous cats there. We talk a little about getting a cat now and then - a short-hair - but the only setback we really have is my allergies, although they don't seem to be as bad as they once were. I have my yearly dr's appt. next month, so I'm going to ask her what she thinks about the allergies. We miss having pets, as soon as we can have another dog we will. This brings to mind a joke Geoff told me the other day - "what does a dyslexic agnostic insomniac do?" I said, "he lies awake at night wondering if there's a dog." He was surprised I knew the answer. Anyway, when we got home from the outlet mall, we went down to the hotel gym, which had a couple treadmills, a couple ellipticals, and a weight-center thingy. We worked out for about 30 minutes, then went back to the room and changed into swimsuits and checked out the pool. First we went into the sauna. I didn't like the sauna much, the minute Geoff opened the door to go in, I was hit in the face with a wave of steam. It didn't change much once we got in, I draped my towel over my head and tried to breathe. Then we jumped in the pool for a few minutes, then the jacuzzi. Once we tired of that, we went back to the room and showered and went to dinner. Yes, we were those people who go on vacation and eat at the hotel restaurant (c.g.g.chef) - I didn't really feel like going out, and the restaurant had a soup and salad bar, which we thought would be appropriate since we had just worked out. The restaurant was fairly nice except for the pounding that was going on overhead. We think we were below some kind of ballroom, which had to have been hosting a swing-dancing competition.

By the time we got back to the room, I was pooped. It felt so good to just lay there and watch TV (and cuddle!) :) I got up only once, to use the ATM and buy a couple of sodas from down the hall. We watched a couple hours of the To Catch a Predator marathon then went to sleep around 11 or so, I think. We put out the leaflet for room-service breakfast, which came promptly on time the next morning. (and was very good!) We checked out, and had had plans to walk mainstreet and see the museums, but at the time it didn't sound very appealing I guess (we couldn't make a decision about what to do), so we just came home.

I was glad we came home though because turns out, it was grandma's birthday, and she had invited everyone down for chili and to watch the BYU-Utah game. So then we did that, and enjoyed it. I told everyone we'd been to Park City, and Aunt and Uncle said "hey! If you ever want to go to Park City again tell us and go use our condo, it's just sitting there." It was nice of them to offer. They have been nothing but generous to us ever, but I just hate to feel - or to have them feel - like we're taking advantage of them. Anyway, then today was a normal lazy Sunday, but it felt good. Geoff taught the lesson again in Priesthood, and it sounded like it went well. He seems to be a talented teacher, a skill I admire him for. I will never have that talent, so I'm glad at least somebody in the family does. :) I love spending time with him, it's so nice to have somebody to spend not just lazy Sundays with, but the whole of life. I did manage to get some homework done this weekend, and we watched The Ultimate Gift - a Christian movie starring Abigail Breslin (the little girl from Little Miss Sunshine), it was really good. And it had a song on it that I loved the first time I heard it on the radio probably over a year ago - Breathe Me by Sia Furler. It's not exactly an uplifting song, but I just love the piano-echo thing, and the percussion.

*Sigh*. It was such a great weekend and I enjoyed it so much that I just hate to start a new week. I'm sad it's over. But it was good. It's time for bed now.

Judge Judy

Today hubby got an autographed 8x12 of Judge Judy in the mail... of all random things?? I about died laughing when i saw it on the table, he's so funny. He collected lots of autographs when he was a kid, but I don't think he's actually sent away for one since then. Court TV seems to be the latest craze at our house - when I come home for lunch we sit and watch Judge Alex together. (It's the time between classes and work for him). It's so fun to laugh at the people on it - yeah - that sounds like a really fun way that people with lives pass the time huh? :) I just found out she has her own star on hollywood blvd or whatever it is. It's scary when she smiles.


It feels so nice to be starting the weekend and it's only Wednesday. Niiiccccceeeee.


I feel a little bit like this right now. Oh yeah? Whatever dude. Kiss it.

Holy... war?

So tomorrow at work is the eve of the holy war. It's mostly for the enjoyment of management, but everyone is encouraged to participate. There is an on-going fued between the BYU fans and the UofU fans - everytime there's a new person there, they have to stand up in staff meeting, introduce themselves, and confess whether they bleed red or blue. In mine I said, "Um.... green?" Not that school fanaticism is a bad thing, I just don't understand it is all. School is merely a means to an end... a necessary evil. Fun but time consuming and expensive.

Had a quiz for economics tonight. I got an 83. :( I was bummed because I actually studied - and on all the other quizzes I got 90's. Except for that last test I didn't study for at all. I guess it's one thing to do poorly because you didn't make an effort, but to do poorly when you actually made an effort is a bit of a helpless feeling. It would really help to be able to go back over the test afterward, maybe with the class, and work through the problems in question so we could see why we got it wrong, but tests taken at the testing center don't work that way.

I'm so excited for this weekend. Thanksgiving din-din wit da fam, then Park City for a night! It's supposed to be really cold though, but that will be fun. It's cold here, now. You know I actually drove home from work in dark fog today. It's a sad day when you no longer need sunglasses outside after 5:00. BUT I do love Sarah McLachlan, so that makes it all better.

My friend from high school (one of the very few I have been somewhat in touch with) has found out she has a pituitary tumor. She has to have a neurosurgeon remove it. I just can't believe it, it's so crazy! We always think this kind of thing happens to other people. From what she says to me, they don't seem to be worried about her immediate safety, but it does need to come out pronto. I hope she is able to find a good surgeon and soon. I'll be praying for her.

Am I a brat or what...

While standing in line at WalMart, I felt someone sneeze on me from behind. Disgusting. I turned around to see a girl with rather poor hygeine, or maybe she was just sick, standing way too close to me. Every time I tried to move up to control her violation of my personal space, she just inched closer. Hello, boundaries?? We are going on our last hoo-rah this weekend for a long time and I don't want to be sick with a cold. I washed my hands as soon as I got home. I'm a jerk. A highly annoyed jerk.

On the cool side of things, our boss gave us a Christmas bonus this year - plus a gift card for Thanksgiving groceries. They are so awesome. Last year, for our Christmas party we played Deal or No Deal at the Grand America hotel (they really went all out for it - it was really cool), with the chance to win from 5 cents to 1,000 dollars, and that was meant to be our Christmas bonus. The highest anyone got was 300, and I think they felt kind of bad when some of the people went home with only 5 cents. So this year they did it differently. We are still having our Christmas party at the Grand America this year, but this time they hired entertainment (a comedian). They are so awesome, they treat us so well.

Speaking of work - it was sooo busy today. I admit it could be worse, but still we ran like headless chickens, came early, skipped lunch, and stayed late, and will be doing so tomorrow and the next day. It's for the Thanksgiving break - if we want it off, we have to smoosh everything into three days, but it's so worth it.

Dad offered us tickets to the Jazz game against the Lakers on the 30th, great seats, only eight rows up. Had to turn them down because Geoff has work, and it's the last night of class for me that night and I better not miss it. :( Oh well, it was very nice of Dad to offer them to us. Someday we'll be able to just do stuff in the evenings. :)

Starting tomorrow my work is starting another wellness program. I did the first one, but did so horribly that I chose not to participate in the second one. But this next one, is just to maintain, not gain, from tomorrow to the end of the year. I think I can do that, since my weight seems to be dead-set no matter what I do. I am going to try and lose though - if you actually lose weight then you get a bigger prize. But it'll feel good just to lose.

This is the end of "gratitude week" too. I didn't do so hot at making a list at the end of every day, but I did make an effort to just think to myself some of the things I was grateful for that day. The most common recurring thing was my husband. But not just him, I mean I've been blessed with so much, even the little things. We watched a movie last night, Blood Diamond. It was very good. But I just kept thinking, "what would it be like to live in a place of such insecurity?" How does life just go on with the constant fear that you could be attacked at any minute, having your home and family, your way of life, taken from you. And here in the states we get all riled up when someone spanks their kid, in fact it's illegal in California I hear, but in some places the children are being taught how to use machine guns, how to kill and ravage, how to use heroine and other such things. Sure our country has it's own problems, but how many places in the world just don't have the security we have here? It's very humbling to think about. I am immensly grateful to live hear, to be able to work and earn sufficient $ to take care of our needs, to be able to go to school and secure the possibility of a better future? And to do it all knowing that I'll be home at the end of the day and my home and family will still be there. It just amazes me. And it makes me want to be able to do something about it - about all the horror that happens in other places, especially to the children. I have an old highschool friend who's majoring in some economics thing, who plans to take on world poverty. Not that he'll be able to cure it, but he'll do great things. I wish/wonder if I could ever do something like that.

Did anyone else see this?

I just read on Yahoo news that Santa Clause's in Australia are being told to say "ha ha ha" instead of "ho ho ho", because "ho ho ho" may be offensive to women. HA HA. Maybe they're just trying not to get sued (because people will sue for anything). Sad but hilarious.

DeAnna's portfolio

BTW- if you have time check out my friend's website: http://deannaleeshaw.blogspot.com/

She is amazingly talented and I love her work. I'm actually buying a copy of Lilies for our front room.

Surveys

I'm sick of thinking seriously about anything for today. I'm listening to the new Finger Eleven song, Paralyzer. I say while Finger Eleven is a perfectly horrid name for a band, as are most of the lyrics to this song, there is one line I love: "And if your body matches what your eyes can do, you'll probably move right through me on my way to you." ---HOT--- .

Speaking of HOT, I have two newbies to add to my list - Christian Bale and Billy Zane. (Don't worry my hubby is still in first place - he has his own list anyway).

I've been tagged by McKenna, So here goes:

This is a different tag, so here are the rules:
A. The rules of the game are posted at the beginning.
B. Each player lists 6 little-known facts/habits about themselves.
C. At the end of the post, the player then tags 6 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged.

1. I think like a bi-otch but keep my voice as sweet as sugar. (That was a chapter heading in a book I looked at once and agreed with it.) (I'm not really a bi-otch, but you get what I mean - the word "bitch" is edited here for any who may feel uncomfortable reading it.)

2. Anytime I work out or wear stilettos, the middle toe on my left foot goes numb.

3. I secretly wish to be a yuppy.

I'm quitting at three. I don't care if that's lame, but this is not a homework assignment. Posting surveys is lame to begin with anyway. Here's a different one. (My parents see these once in while when an email forward goes around)

Four places I've lived: A house, a basement apartment, a duplex, a condo.

Four jobs I've had: Office Cleaner, Video-store person, bookkeeper, payroll person

Four things I'd like to do before I die: Get a degree, have children, travel, live in the city

Four favorite desserts: Chocolate cookies, chocolate milkshakes w/whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles, sorbet, better than sex cake

Four interesting facts about me: See above

Four favorite movies: 28 Days, Eternal Sunshine, Emporer's New Groove, and still looking for the fourth

Okay, I tag... Sarah, Kenna, and Natalie.

Shmatitude

Our Monday morning meeting today was actually a good one. First we talked about some of the characteristics of successful, happy, and unhappy people. Then they said that studies show that the single best combatant of unhappiness in people is.......... duh duh duh... GRATITUDE. (Sort of old news to most of us but I guess to science it's a major breakthrough). So, my "action item" for the week is to make a gratitude list at the end of every day. Although I am a little skeptical I figure it can't really hurt, right? We'll just have to see what happens.

I love Geoff.

I had an economics exam tonight, after work and class. I had about a week to study for it and never did. I reviewed beforehand, but this test covered 4 chapters, more than the usual end-of-chapter quiz. I just decided to count on my half-absent memory (I've gotten in the mid-high 90's on all other tests and quizzes, but the stuff always drains from my brain like a cullender upon completion of the quiz.) It was 100 questions, and I ended up with a 78.1%, almost a B and pretty good considering I fully expected to fail. I know I should care more, but the whole time I sat there I kept thinking, "eh, I don't care if that's wrong just get me the h-ll out of here." I feel a little guilty now because I still want a good grade in the class. We'll have to see. I wonder if it's a sign of pending burn-out - or maybe I'm just overwhelmed with all the work coming up at end of semester time.

Anyway they say the only difference between an F student and an A student is that the F student forgets everything before the test, and an A student forgets everything after the test. That puts me in the right category, doesn't it?

I have gratitude that this day is OVER and now I can shower and go to bed.

Eric Clapton - Blue eyes blue

A Very Near-Miss

We very nearly missed a wreck on the freeway last night. We had been at Sears buying a new vacuum cleaner and had just come off the northbound University Ave. exit in Provo. We were right about up to freeway speed, and I looked ahead and notice a trailer off to the right of the road, and the cars in front of us were slowing down. Suddeny, the cars in front of us skidded around, and I heard the crashing sound and saw a fender go flying. One of the cars veered around and smacked into the guard rail on the right. I think I yelled at Geoff to slow down, and we came to a screeching halt right in-between the two wrecked cars, about three feet away from the fender that was now lying in the middle of the road. There was glass everywhere. We sat there in shock for a minute, then decided we better get off the road and pulled over. Luckily nobody was hurt. There was another girl there who had been a witness, so the three of us sat there and waited for the cops to come so we could give a statement.

I guess what had happened is that the trailer that had been sitting on the right side of the road had needed a tire change. So, the owner of the trailer had set the spare tire down on the road, at an angle that made it roll into the middle of the freeway. He chased it into the middle of the road - and I think the cars in front of us were probably trying not to hit him when they skidded around and crashed.

When we left I thought, "well, that's over now, let's go to the video store and get some movies." It didn't occur to me until later how close we were to being smashed. If we had been going just a little bit faster or had left Sears just a few seconds earlier, that would have been us in that wreck. Of course, if we had been in that spot, we might've been able to maneuver so that there was no wreck, OR it could've been much worse than it was. (On the way TO Sears, we were talking about how nice it was to have the cars paid off finally, and I had mentioned that we better not speak too soon, or we'd probably wreck. Ha. Strike one for Murphy's law.)

Today in church, someone was speaking about how they had lost a son a long time ago in a car accident, and she stressed, "Now is the time to prepare to meet God." I'm glad nothing happened to us because I am NOT ready to die. I also want to appreciate my family more while I have them with me and especially my sweet husband, because I love him so much. I can't imagine if I had to continue life without him.

The Light of Doom

So, after I got home from class tonight I grabbed a bowl of cereal and flipped on the TV, and caught the tail end of The Next Great American Band or something like that. A couple of mediocre bands played, then it cut to the pre-interview with the Light of Doom, a group of young boys. And the first thing I noticed was their long, shimmering, lustrous hair. (Even Hansen didn't use curling irons). I want hair like that! Because of the connotation I expected them to sound like Hansen, except worse. Then they played. And they kicked-A. They rocked harder than any of the other bands - and they were showmen too. (Or show-boys? But that doesn't sound very good).

I feel a little snowed with homework tonight. That's okay cuz I set this whole weekend aside for homework... starting tomorrow. :)

"Never-out" is a crappy name for toilet paper dispensers when there's never toilet paper in them.

There's a cute song by Jackie Green, called Falling Back. If you can look it up then do.

Big Hairy Scary

So, word is out that one of my co-workers actually went to the boss and made a complaint that some of us dress too nice. ??? I could MAYbe see a complaint about some people not dressing nice enOUGH, but too nice?? *sigh* This is exactly the kind of thing I'm talking about when I say WORK DRAMA. It's all about tripping the prom queen. You work in an office full of women, there's always going to be the one or two who'll do anything to spread their misery. It's ridiculous.


On a better note, the woman I work with on "big hairy scary" (that's my name for our nastiest client - I'm her helper with this one), there's been more drama going on with her and this client.
I'll avoid going into all the gory detail, but she takes a lot of abuse from them, and the other day something happened that was just the last straw. As we talked about it, I think I went off about how if it were me, I'd be livid, and I'd be doing this and this, and she just kind of listened to me and nodded. The next day, she went in and had a talk with the boss, and came out with extremely positive results. She was so happy. She told me that if I hadn't encouraged her, she would've never stood up for herself. It was kind of cool for me to hear. We talk a lot about self-validation in my philosophy class, so when she said that it sort of made my day. :)

My friend came over last night and watched the Office with me too, that was fun.

And I love my husband more than anything. :)

I just watched an old episode of Who's the Boss. Tony Danza was pretty hot then, no?

Wow this is amazing

The left is an x-ray of the 2-year old girl they operated on. She was born with eight limbs. The most amazing part is that they were able to successfully remove the extra limbs and organs and re-build her pelvis. They said the people in her village regard her as a re-incarnation of the hindu goddess on the right - in fact she is even named after her. It's all just bizzare, but I'm glad they were able to operate successfully.

Backstreet bird.

This is hilarious. Turn up the volume and have a good laugh. I love birds.

Crack bust

So, you can tell I have nothing else to do tonight. I'm kind of trapped in the back room here cuz the carpet is wet out front and the kitchen is jammed with furniture. So, I am just perusing through the news and here's a couple things I found:

Mexican authorities have made the world's largest cocain bust - 26 tons - that's 52,000 lbs. of coke! They think it came from Columbia and belongs to the Pacific Cartel. The U.S., with their oh-so-good intentions, is talking about giving Mexico 1.4 BILLION dollars to help them in their fight against drugs. Meanwhile... Mexico is salivating. Don't you think if you give a country that much $$ to help with their drug problem, they're going to keep having a drug problem? hint hint? Maybe they should spend the dough on keeping the drugs out of OUR borders, at least then the demand for coke would decrease, and maybe by snuffing out a bunch of the customers the suppliers would also decrease their production, thereby decreasing the amount of drugs in circulation. With the decreased availability of drugs inside the U.S., their price would skyrocket, also decreasing the amount of users in our own system. Viola! It works for us and for them. Unless of course... unless the underground drug market is actually a facet to our economy, (just like it probably is for their economy - in Columbia), in that case this whole thing is just a big show for the people who think our government should be doing good things, and what a waste of money. (And perhaps I'm actually learning something in my economics class) :)

Here's another: "DANBURY, Conn. - A man is facing drug charges after he allegedly walked into the Danbury police station puffing on a marijuana-filled cigar.... Officers came out and smelled the distinctive odor of marijuana and arrested Snow." Duh? 'Nough said there.

I am so sick of hearing about referendum 1

I just talked to someone on the phone to invite them to hang out with me at Target (I gotta get out of the house while the carpet dries), and they replied that they were out on the street corner by the mall campaigning with signs for Referendum 1, for 30 bucks an hour.

Well, I always wondered how those political campaigners (the ones that picket) didn't have better things to do with their time, but I guess at 30 bucks an hour, they probably really don't. Personally, I don't think either campaign accurately or fully reflected all the facts, and that's kind of shady to pay a bunch of college kids $30/hr to picket for them as if they really believed in it, even if it is good for the college kids. (I guess for people without children the main thing we would care about is how either vote affects our taxes). Oh well, it sounded like a blast and an easy, much-needed buck, so sweet. It's gotta be better than hanging out at Target.

I bring home the bacon now

Well, I decided not to get a ticket to the Tori Amos concert for Christmas. I told Geoff thanks, but I would rather save the money. I am enjoying her CD that I bought, however. One of my favorites on there goes like this:

I wasn't thinking, my head was in the book
His hands were on her uh-e-uh-va-uh-re-uh-where
I saw his face, I dropped my coffee
He's cheating on me with a hoochie woman

Ooo hoo hoo, you keep your hoochie
ooo hoo hoo, and keep the house
ooo hoo hoo, I have the bank accounts
cuz' boys I bring home the bacon
I said boy I bring home the bacon now

It's so angry-girl, I love it. For the most part this album is a lot more laid back (The Beekeeper) - like vacation music. This one is kind of reggae-funk, keeping the piano at the forefront. It's not so dark and heavy, I really like it. I also like Cornflake Girl, which is older.

We had the front room carpet cleaned today. When I came home for lunch Geoff had moved all the furniture into the kitchen for the carpet guys to come, and we sat on the bare front-room floor and ate lunch. It had a real primitive feel, like before you move into a house and it's empty and your stuff is still packed up. Or when we got our first apt. right before we got married. It was fun. My baby's so cute.

Brilliant, simply brilliant

Monday morning meeting. Heeeyyyyyyyyy, that's brILLiaaaaaaaant!!! That's how our meeting-guy talks. This morning's meeting was about.... umm.... it was about..... shoot. I can't remember. However, I CAN remember the poem we were supposedly supposed to memorize and then never talked about again.

WILL

There is no chance, no destiny, no fate
Can circumvent or hinder or control
The firm resolve of a determined soul

Gifts count for nothing, will alone is great
All things give way before it soon or late
What obstacle can stay the mighty force
Of the sea-seeking river in it's course
Or cause the ascending orb of day to wait

Each well-born soul must win what it deserves
Let the fool prate of luck. The fortunate is he
whose earnest purpose never swerves, whose
slightest action or inaction serves the
one great aim. Why, even death stands still
and waits an hour sometimes for such a will.
--Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Living apart, together?

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21369007/GT1=10547

Well I think this one may be the most interesting one yet - a married couple who loves each other and swears they are faithful and they have a "normal," happy relationship, with kids, yet they live in two different places on two different sides of town. That just doesn't make any sense to me. She does bring up some good points, but altogether I disagree. See what you think.

Tori Amos

Yesterday Geoff asked me what I wanted for Christmas. I said a vacuum cleaner. He said he had something else in mind - a ticket for the Tori Amos concert at the end of November. Hey, we could really use a good vacuum cleaner but I'll go for the ticket. ;) He won't actually come with me of course, so I guess I'll just go by myself. I don't know of anyone else that really likes her. (Maybe they do but they've never said anything to me - I don't mind going alone).

I really like Tori Amos because she's 100% GIRL, with just a touch of psycho. Her music is totally something only a girl would write. It's a little weird and unconventional sometimes, but that's what sets her apart, I guess. So now I am catching up on all the stuff I don't know of hers. Someone told me that he saw her in concert once, and she sang and played two instruments simultaneously. It'll be cool if she really does that.

We'll probably get a vacuum cleaner sometime next week.

From the night of the concert

At First Glance...

What do these look like?


They are actually candy. Every Halloween at my work, everyone brings in their kids, grandkids, neighbors kids, whoever - and they trick or treat to all of our cubicles. I wasn't exactly looking forward to this as it was a busy afternoon and I'm not very good at doing the "Ohhhh so cuuuuuute!" thing, especially if I have to do it several times in a row. So, it being Halloween and me having no candy for the little trick-or-treaters, I ran to the nearest Wal-Mart and grabbed the nearest, cheapest back of candy I could find... a bunch of "Candy Sticks" in boxes with Spiderman on the front. Well, come to find out, when you open the boxes, the candy looks like that. (They aren't even flavored, they're just pure sugar). Oh well I gave them away anyway, what else could I do? I just hope none of the parents saw them and wondered what moron at work gave all the kids fake cigarettes.


After work, I went to class, and after class, I went to register for next semester's classes. Geoff and I both have Saturday classes beginning January. We REALLY aren't going anywhere once it starts. We are celebrating our quickly-terminating "freedom" by getting away to Park City over Thanksgiving break. Yay!


Anyway, after registering I was going to go to a party in Spanish Fork, and stopped home only to shower real fast. My mind was so engrossed with classes that I totally forgot it was Halloween (again). The second I got in the house and turned all lights on, there was a knock at the door. I peeked out the hole and saw about ten kids and three moms outside, all dressed up holding their treat bags. I didn't have any candy at home. I slunk away quietly, hoping they would go away, but a few minutes later the doorbell rang again. They knew I was home - they weren't going anywhere until they got some candy.


I opened the door and was bombarded with little hands holding open bags up to me. I told them to hold on a second and ran to the kitchen to see what was there. Could I give them chocolate weight loss shakes? Probably not. Eggs? No. Aha! A box of dried fruit packages would work. I handed them their packages of dried fruit, and they took them with disappointed looks and walked away. "Hey," I wanted to say, "I just spend 15 bucks on you, you're welcome!" (Those boxes of dried fruit are not cheap). After they left I locked the door and turned off all the lights in the house and went to shower. Amazingly enough, I could still hear the doorbell ringing while showering. Whatever...

Sweet as Candy

I went to Grandma's a couple nights ago to have her help me with my coat, and stayed to watch the Jazz game. While there, I learned a few things about grandma's new husband, Donald.

-He likes to watch Dancing with the Stars
-He LOVES candy and sweets
-He makes amazing fudge - better than professional stuff and I'm not kidding
-He grew up on a farm, and when he was a little kid their pig had babies. Well, the babies disappeared and he overheard his parents speculating as to whether she ate them. Well, as a young boy, he was so mortified that the mom pig would eat her babies, that when she gave birth again sometime later, he stood by and then took all the baby pigs and put them on the other side of the fence away from the mom. (And then ran for his life as the mom wasn't very happy with him.)
-He takes wonderful care of my grandma and treats her like a princess

I have to admit, it was a little strange to have grandma get married again at first, but I'm so glad she has him.