I'm sitting at work and overhear someone talking about chocolate sauerkraut. Is that even possible? Should those two things ever be spoken in the same sentence? Hmm, chocolate and fermented cabbage. Sick.
Then I remembered when we were on our cruise, Aaron and I saw chocolate sushi. Oh my gosh. Poor chocolate. Having to touch things it was never intended to touch. Now it has to be next to oozing fish juice and kelp. Smothered on top of it. With little chocolate sprinkles.
Top that.
2.23.2009
I don't think Gary is going to marry you
This weekend Aaron and I got to go down to Overton. We had talked about going down in February to visit and somehow Mitchell (my little brother) heard us talking about it and was so excited for Aaron to come so that he could play the Playstation with him. So we really didn't have a choice. It was a short visit but fun and exciting and complete with lots of cute sayings and funny stories.
We left at 10:00pm (UT time) and didn't get to Nevada until 2:00am (NV time) so 3:00am for us. We walked in the door and Kim bounced over to say hi along with my mom. I started noticing the Valentine's Day flowers on the table and went over to smell them and look at them. Kim seemed kind of antsy and finally stuck her left hand under my nose (right in the middle of my gerber daisy sniffing).
Me-"OH MY GOSH, YOU'RE ENGAGED"
Kim-I tried to call you twice, and then I tried Aaron's phone but his phone was rejecting my calls.
Kim then started to tell me about how it had all happened. Apparently Gary had talked to my dad the last weekend they were down and had gone with his mom to pick out the ring. Then on Friday night, he sent Stephanie outside with some rose petals to scatter on the sidewalk. When she got back, Gary told Kim that he was tired and asked her to walk him out to the car.
(On the sidewalk by Gary's car)
Gary-You know, it was 8 months exactly today that I asked you out for the first time. Best decision I ever made, and it was right here that I kissed you for the first time. What's that on the sidewalk?
Kim (looking down)-Oh it's just leaves (POOR GARY!)
Gary-Are you sure? I kind of think it's rose petals
Kim-No, they're leaves
Gary-Kim, I'm pretty sure they're rose petals. Feel them.
He then dropped on one knee and asked her to marry him. Now here's the kicker, just that day Emilie (my little sister, she's 5) told Kim "Kim, I don't think Gary is going to marry you. I think he's going to marry me. I think he likes me more because he's always talking to me and wanting to sit by me..." So it's finally official. They're thinking May 30th in the Las Vegas temple, which would mean that they get married exactly 5 months after me. My poor parents...my poor dad.
Mitchell invited Aaron and I to his Parks & Rec basketball game on Saturday morning, so even though we got home at 2 and didn't get to bed until 3 after the engagement excitement died down, we got up at 7 and made it to his 8 o'clock basketball game. He and Emilie are on the same team. It was cute to watch and Mitch made 3 baskets. It helps that he's the tallest kid on the team.
We left at 10:00pm (UT time) and didn't get to Nevada until 2:00am (NV time) so 3:00am for us. We walked in the door and Kim bounced over to say hi along with my mom. I started noticing the Valentine's Day flowers on the table and went over to smell them and look at them. Kim seemed kind of antsy and finally stuck her left hand under my nose (right in the middle of my gerber daisy sniffing).
Me-"OH MY GOSH, YOU'RE ENGAGED"
Kim-I tried to call you twice, and then I tried Aaron's phone but his phone was rejecting my calls.
Kim then started to tell me about how it had all happened. Apparently Gary had talked to my dad the last weekend they were down and had gone with his mom to pick out the ring. Then on Friday night, he sent Stephanie outside with some rose petals to scatter on the sidewalk. When she got back, Gary told Kim that he was tired and asked her to walk him out to the car.
(On the sidewalk by Gary's car)
Gary-You know, it was 8 months exactly today that I asked you out for the first time. Best decision I ever made, and it was right here that I kissed you for the first time. What's that on the sidewalk?
Kim (looking down)-Oh it's just leaves (POOR GARY!)
Gary-Are you sure? I kind of think it's rose petals
Kim-No, they're leaves
Gary-Kim, I'm pretty sure they're rose petals. Feel them.
He then dropped on one knee and asked her to marry him. Now here's the kicker, just that day Emilie (my little sister, she's 5) told Kim "Kim, I don't think Gary is going to marry you. I think he's going to marry me. I think he likes me more because he's always talking to me and wanting to sit by me..." So it's finally official. They're thinking May 30th in the Las Vegas temple, which would mean that they get married exactly 5 months after me. My poor parents...my poor dad.
Mitchell invited Aaron and I to his Parks & Rec basketball game on Saturday morning, so even though we got home at 2 and didn't get to bed until 3 after the engagement excitement died down, we got up at 7 and made it to his 8 o'clock basketball game. He and Emilie are on the same team. It was cute to watch and Mitch made 3 baskets. It helps that he's the tallest kid on the team.
2.16.2009
Feminine and Gay
I guess it's time for some updates. I'm really bad at blogging. I'm glad other people aren't though because it's interesting to read about their lives. Every conference when they talk about journal writing I feel really guilty because I know I should be doing it...but I don't.
Yesterday was so nice. Aaron and I went to church and then decided that all we ever do anymore is homework and work. So, we vegged. He worked on his car model (a Nissan Skyline) and I cross stitched. I'm excited to have it done so I can frame it and then start working on another. Aaron's also into flatland biking. His last bike was stolen last semester so we just got a new one. He broke it in yesterday. We drove down to a big parking lot and he practiced his tricks while I sat in the car and stayed warm and watched. I wish I wasn't such a big chicken. I'm too scared to get hurt to try stuff like that. But after I get hurt, I realize that it wasn't that bad. That's probably why I suck at ice skating. I'm too afraid of falling on my butt. So I instead cling to the wall and look like an idiot that way.
My anthropology professor has the coolest accent. I can't place it, but he sounds just like a professor and he wears argyle sweaters. One day we were talking about how different cultures interpret different things. Our professor scanned the audience and asked one of the boys to come up and sit on the piano in front of the class (a class of about 300) the way he was sitting in his seat. This guy got up and sat on the piano and then crossed his legs-the way a girl would. Aaron looked at me and pulled a face. I thought, "Wouldn't that be uncomfortable?" Then the professor, in his accent (which Aaron imitates very well, if you ever see him, ask him to do it for you) said
"You fellows, what would you think if you were a seventh grade lad and you saw one of your classmates sit like that?"
A long pause
"Exactly...feminine and gay."
It was so funny. Poor guy though, in front of everyone. Well, I guess he learned his lesson.
The cross stitch I'm working on. I'm way excited to finish it.
Yesterday was so nice. Aaron and I went to church and then decided that all we ever do anymore is homework and work. So, we vegged. He worked on his car model (a Nissan Skyline) and I cross stitched. I'm excited to have it done so I can frame it and then start working on another. Aaron's also into flatland biking. His last bike was stolen last semester so we just got a new one. He broke it in yesterday. We drove down to a big parking lot and he practiced his tricks while I sat in the car and stayed warm and watched. I wish I wasn't such a big chicken. I'm too scared to get hurt to try stuff like that. But after I get hurt, I realize that it wasn't that bad. That's probably why I suck at ice skating. I'm too afraid of falling on my butt. So I instead cling to the wall and look like an idiot that way.
My anthropology professor has the coolest accent. I can't place it, but he sounds just like a professor and he wears argyle sweaters. One day we were talking about how different cultures interpret different things. Our professor scanned the audience and asked one of the boys to come up and sit on the piano in front of the class (a class of about 300) the way he was sitting in his seat. This guy got up and sat on the piano and then crossed his legs-the way a girl would. Aaron looked at me and pulled a face. I thought, "Wouldn't that be uncomfortable?" Then the professor, in his accent (which Aaron imitates very well, if you ever see him, ask him to do it for you) said
"You fellows, what would you think if you were a seventh grade lad and you saw one of your classmates sit like that?"
A long pause
"Exactly...feminine and gay."
It was so funny. Poor guy though, in front of everyone. Well, I guess he learned his lesson.
The cross stitch I'm working on. I'm way excited to finish it.
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