Wednesday, August 31, 2005

famous last words

On a fairly regular basis, I nearly get in accidents while driving. I'm either a bad driver who's lucky, or a good driver who avoids getting in accidents even though opportunites arise all the time! (You can guess which one I wish were true...)

Well anyway, tonight was a close call. I was in the left-hand turning lane in the middle of the intersection when the light turned yellow. I looked at the cars coming toward me, and they were slowing down. So I turned left. However, a truck decided last minute to speed up through the intersection, which meant he was speeding toward me. We barely missed colliding, my heart nearly exploded out of my chest, and then I thanked God that one more time I was spared.

The whole experience taught me to watch my language. If we had collided and I had died, my last words on this earth would have been, "Holy hell!"

Tuesday, August 30, 2005


1. To Anonymous, who sometimes comments on my blog: Who are you? Is there more than one of you ? Do I know you? Just curious.

2. To Christie and others who wondered why I cried for four hours straight:

It's a long story. I had the flu at the time, which for some reason exaggerated my emotions. I was dealing with some personal issues (and still am) that caused me significant distress at the time.

My mistake was that I should have talked to my husband about several things, but I didn't. For several weeks I kept my feelings to myself until one fateful day they ALL spilled out and wouldn't stop coming for four hours. I have since realized my mistake and have taken to dealing with issues as they arise, rather than keeping them to myself. I guess it's a part of being married that I'm just learning about. A part of the human experience that I'm just learning about!

Thanks for your concern, though. I'm doing much better these days.

3. To TK: I miss you and your blog!

4. To my husband, who is my proven soul mate: To have your love and honesty is everything to me. xoxoxo.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

toilet humor

I have been spoiled by the bathrooms at my office--they flush all by themselves. So when I finish my business in our bathroom at home, I get up and look back at the toilet, expecting it to do its job. But it doesn't; it just sits there. Instead, I have to hold down on the handle for four full seconds or else it won't flush right. Give me a self-flushing toilet any day. My husband (who lived in Europe for a while) says it's all about the bidet...but I don't know that I can believe him.

Monday, August 22, 2005


Yesterday my husband looked at my stomach and then asked me if I was pregnant. Ummmm... Good thing I am not overly sensitive about that. (Sensitive, yes. But I got over it in a day.)

Meanwhile, it's time to up the exercise and cut down on the fried and sugary foods, stat! I guess it's going to be a slow recovery if I look pregnant. Yikes!

In other news, JJ and I finally have friends! Couple friends! I'll post soon with the details.

Friday, August 12, 2005

sick of it

A week later, I am still sick. So I went to the Dr., sat in the waiting room for a long time, paid $10 to find out NOTHING. My Dr. looked at my throat, in my ears, and listened to me breathe. After 10 seconds of looking at me she pronounces that my illness is viral and there is no medicine to help me. :(

But I think I'm getting better anyway. My poor husband has just started with the worst of it. He slept almost all day yesterday. But, lovely husband that he is, he stayed awake long enough to clean the kitchen. You would have had to see the kitchen to understand how wonderful my husband is for doing that. Especially while sick. We were both sick all week and let dishes and trash pile up. Our rice cooker sat with rice in it all week until mold started growing in it. Eww! The rest of the kitchen wasn't much better. But JJ cleaned it, bless his heart. I got home from work yesterday and decided it was time to face the nastiness of the kitchen. But when I went in, all I saw were sparkling countertops! Bless you, JJ. Bless you.

In other news, I am on a campaign to get JJ healthy. He doesn't yet know what I have planned, but basically we are going to start exercising daily, eating many more fruits and vegetables and NOT eating out anymore, losing weight, and learning some relaxation techniques. If we're diligent about it, I feel certain we'll both become healthier. I just stepped on a scale at the Dr.'s office, and I'm about 10 pounds overweight, which isn't much, but it's enough for me to know I need to make some changes. I'm very motivated to make these changes, and I hope JJ will be too. He's been too sick; otherwise I would have talked to him about the new plan. Hopefully this weekend.

You know, I should be a researcher. Somebody should pay me to research. I'm good at it, that's all I'm saying.

Okay, have a fabulous weekend, and I will too.


Wednesday, August 10, 2005

out sick

I've been out sick for the past four days, so I haven't been posting. Had a major emotional breakdown in the midst of all that. Doing better now. But you would not believe how crying for four hours straight makes your eyes look like they've been punched really hard.

But I'm back and posting.

Monday, August 01, 2005

stayin' alive

I am finally feeling a little better. The weekend was both good and bad.

J's mom is also feeling a little better and was able to go home on Saturday. I'm still very worried about her. We still just aren't sure what, if anything, is wrong...which is scary.

Basically I (and I think John too) was wiped out this weekend from stress and everything else. We slept in until 10:30 on Saturday, which felt marvelous. Mostly I did what I said I was going to do--sit around and watch movies and gorge myself on food. However, I'm not sure how good that was for my depression. It felt good at the time, but yet...didn't really help the situation any.

It wasn't until John suggested shopping for books at my favorite thrift store (Deseret Industries) on Saturday night that I started feeling a little better. Firstly, because we got out of the house--I'd been in there since Friday afternoon, and it was time to shower and get out! Secondly, because D.I. always makes me feel better. I can't really explain why. And THIRDLY, because I knew my husband suggested it in part to cheer me up. Which it did! He rocks. I found some good books, too.

Sunday I was still down and had to leave Church after Sacrament meeting. Just couldn't do the rest. And for the rest of the day John and I cuddled and watched TV movies galore--Rookie of the Year, Dumb and Dumber, Speed, The Truman Show. How can you not feel better after that?

Anyway, life is still really hard, but I feel like we can make it. It feels like the worst is over.