Explain self....
There's no explanation.
I love to walk around in the darkness of night without any lights, when my eyes have adjusted to the dimness and every minute lightsource and illumination seems vivid. When moonlilght is so bright everything glows. I love how when you're drivigin in mist, you can see everything just around you, and as you move along this idolated bubble of visibilty moves with you, so that when you look back, its all mist behind you. I love to sit down in the shower and turn the water on really hot, close my eyes, and breath in the steam. I love oil in puddles. I love lightning that comes out of nowhere, l ight s ghost, without any thunder. You either notice it or you don't. I love lightning that is small and quick, and followed but a bulging, rolling, kettledrum burst of thunder. I love it when the rain suddenly pounds down on the roof, like a waterfall. I love old pianos. With warm yellow keys, deep, reverberating low notes, and easy, well oiled petals. I love old wood. Warn in, with nicks and smoothed dips and dark, ageed stains. I love undied linen and yellowing brussels lace. I love delicate and old slps, with hints of lace and crimped silk around the bottom. I love high collars, the ones that flip up, adn are open at the nape of the neck. I love hot, flaky, buttery pasteries. I love dictionaries and thesauruses. I love black and white photographs, faces with wrinckles, and big ears. I love to watch dirt slide/tumble down a bank. I love music that feels like it has imbodied an emotion or feeling that casts a spell on you and makes you feel the way it wants you to, that completely takes over your moods or emotions. I love love stories that don't have a lot of physical loving going on, so that that one kiss seems so special, so spiritual, and sends shivers up your spine. I love delicate flowers, like morning glories or violets. I love laying down in the middle of a field of tall grass, so no one can see you, and to just stare at the sky. I love deep, reverberating low notes and percussions in music, from cannon fire to battle music. I love laying on my stomach, width-wise across a bed. I love metal that is molded and twisted into intricate or elaborate designs, whether on wrought iron fences or in jewelry. I love opals, garnets, topaz, and moon stones. I love the pearly, irridescence from inside of shells more than the pearls in them. I love hollow trees. I love old trees. I love finding the strength, weakness, and deep, almost secret, often unconcious, motivating factors in people. The things that make them unique from anyone else. That thing that seems outside of their face value, or shown character. Even the people that seem to have been cut out of a mold of a fashion or culture have these hidden, perfectly individual parts of them. I love sitting in silence and hearing all the "silence sounds", like wind, ticking clocks, breathing, and so forth. I love waking up in the morning and knowing it's sunny outside. I love eating while I cook, and usually eat my own share before it's put on the table, so by the time the meal's ready, i'm full. I love intrigue, pennames and aliases, secret missions, and odd and creative, spontaneous play acting that has nothing to do with anything of consiquence. I love to people watch. I love bizaar, spontaneous things. I love animals and their funny, innocent, and unchecked personalities. I love children who are inquisitive and unashamed to ask questions. I love to ask questions. I love to pretend I'm in battle, or sneaking around on enemy territory, or have been caught and must be careful with my words, just acting and pretending. I love pants for men that come up past their wastes, and are tied 'round with a thick scarf or belt, and are form fitting (not tight, but are tailored). I think that they are very attractive and make most men look better. Knee high boots are nice too. I love random humour. I love inky pens. I love deep, rich, odd, but saturated colors and dyes. I love eyes and eye brows. I don't like really broad shoulders, square jaws, or thick necks, I think that long knecks and defined but softly angles jaws are most attractive. I love all colors of hair, no one more than another (except for cheeply died or bleached colors. like macaroni blonde! ugh!). I love odd, vague, and intricate but really honest and simple philosphies. I love...
to be continued...
Monday, February 16, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Mermses
meet...
(the one singing is, of course, a siren. I didn't want to put the music notes on it, but my mother says she looks like she's in pain or something. Whatever. Still, I do like the first one better. The second one has a number of flaws in the artwork. Oh well.)
My Merms!
Monday, February 2, 2009
Ketchup
Things have been VERY busy in my world the last week or so.
First things first:
Friday evening I found out that my grandmother had passed away. (She'd been struggling for a while so it wasn't a particular surprise, but sad nonetheless.) My family immediately began making arrangements for a trip back to Utah. Of course, as it ALWAYS is with my family (or so it seems) the day we first choose to travel is also the first day a huge storm moves in. We don't plan it this way, but I think the weather does. (Humbugabug!) Finally, after delaying the trip a day, we head out. We ultimately decided to take 1-70 West, for the weather reports showed it to be safer. Well, it may be safer, but it's also a lot LONGER! We drove all the way there in one sprint, leaving at 3 a.m. (CST) from MO and getting to Springville, UT, (where my brother and sister-in-law reside (and where we generally crashed)) at about 12:30 a.m. (MST).
The next morning it was all hustle and bustle with showering and getting ready for the funeral. Mom and dad headed up to SLC earlier and then the rest of us (Tom, Margo, Am, Sam, and I) came up in the late morning. We attended the viewing, where there were a lot or relatives I haven't seen for a while, a lot of people I didn't know, and a few people so teary eyed I simply couldn't make heads or tails whether I knew them or not. I personally don't usually get all sad at funerals. I know it may sound terribly to some people, but I cry over kittens that die in the spring than I did over my grandmother's casket. In actuallity I didn't go to the casket until the end of the viewing when we did a walk by. I don't like dead bodies and I prefered to keep the image of my grandmother as living, smiling, happy person unblemished. I didn't want to have to see her once active frame as a lonely shell: cold and wax like. That wasn't my grandmother, it was her carcass. (If that hurts or offends anyone just take into acount that this IS my blog, and my feelings and you are reading them by choice. I'm not forcing them on you, and I'm not condeming you if you feel otherwise). When I did finally walk by the casket I felt awkward and like I was standing in a spot light-people watching me, looking for me to say something or start crying or something.
After the viewing we went into a little chapel-type room and had a service where people told stories and sang songs, etc. etc. It was kinda long, many stories were repeated, but it was more cheerful than the viewing and at times quite amusing. After that we all piled into vehicles and headed for the cemetery. Now HERE was something I felt more appropriate for a funeral. The whole cemetery was covered in snow and pine trees and little benches with lamps. It was like one had stepped into the ideal winter wonderland. In the distance were the rockie mountains, looming up with snow packed peeks and slopes, like sentinals, or witness of solomn age and wisdom. And the trees managed to nearly completely block out the sounds and sights of the bustling city beyond the edge of the park. I wish now that I could have take my camera and hiked all over the landscape, snapping away with my brain (for memories) and with my camera for experience. Actually my digital camera wound up being battery-dead, but my father handed me his "real" film camera and I ended up going through two rolls of film, capturing the casket and the people milling and talking, mourning and smiling. I really felt like it was a REAL funeral then. Family, friends, beautiful scenery, and whiteness all around. (I think white much more appopriate for funerals than black.)
Finally my brother urged us all that it was warmer somewhere else, and we all trapsed back to our cars and went to the ward building for a lunch-dinner-thing. (it was around 4 p.m. so I'll let you decide what it was). The food was good, but the company was better. It was like an impromptu family reunion. We kicked the boys out and had a table for just the girls. Cousins, aunts, sisters, and friends. The boys, in retaliation, held a "manly man" (Caleb, he he) convention at the other table. Uncles, brothers, cousins, and friends. Then, that evening, we all gathered at my grandmother's house and had another reunion. One full of talking, crowded couches, and a fantastically executed game or two of Mafia! Moo-ha-ha! It honestly was a BLAST! The house was FULL of flowers and people, and even Abby (our not-so-small dog who road all the way across the country on our laps, "MOAN!"), who was most successfully raking in a new and thoroughly enchanted fan club. Eventually we all split up again, off to our places of rest to find beds and sleep.
The next morning my two eldest sisters, Johanna and Charlotte, and I headed out on a mission of top importants. We were going out to get, GASP, our hair cut!!! :) I have never before had my hair cut professionally so I was really nervous. I'd been needing a hair cut for a long while and had quite firmly convinced myself that it was "now or never". (And I felt I trusted my sisters with my hair more than anyone else in the world, so here was a very opportune moment to go with them.) As I sat down in the chair, and the lady strapped on the bib, I took out the hair magazine my sister and I had picked from. I showed the lady my photos, asked a few un-answered questions, and sat back to be completely ignored and overwhelmed. She was the sort of lady that doesn't like spending time explaining, or getting unique requests. She took one look at my picture and said, "Ope, that's a basic a-line cut." Snip, snip, snip. Well, no, that was NOT what I'd asked for. I tried to explain it to her, but my "hair cutting lingo-illiteracy" was apparently too great for she mostly just stood there with her hands on her hips, chewing her gum, and telling me that she had no idea what I was talking about. At that time I REALLY wished my sisters were standing there with me to translate, but they were off at the other side of the room. Pretty much I ended up with a pudding bowl but, with a sweep bang, and about 3 inches shorter than I wanted! Personally, I felt I looke AWFUL! Frusterated at my failure at my first ever professional cut, I put my money down and we left. But my sister's were not happy with my frustration and insisted that they were either going to drag me into another salon and have it cut again, or they were going to do it themselves... or something of the sort. I honestly just wanted to go home and do something with it myself, for I was willing to live with it so long as I was allowed to style it how I liked, but they were insistant. In the end I got my hair re-trimmed (it was too short to really cut a ton more off) and highlighted and dyed a warmer shade of blonde). It did cheer me up, and I liked it a great bit better than the origional (for while the dying DID help, the trimming was enough in the right places to change it from a pudding bowl, mushroom head look. I still style it differently, more how I like it, but...)
ANYHOO... so the rest of the week flew by in a blur. We helped someone move, we got our toes painted, we went window shopping, we had a busy, hectic, blast while my dad worked out legal with my grandma's will and estate, etc. Then we drove home. Again with the dog on our laps. Again with severe crowding and uncomfortably long hours and situations.
My father had come down with some illness during the trip and wasn't feeling great, and by Friday evening I was feverish, covered in chills and those achings when you skin hurts when touched, a bit of nausea, and extreme uncomfortableness. Over the next few days I had ups and downs with my illness, enough to keep me home from church on Sunday, but receding enough to send me, weak, but alive to work on Monday. Blah! I should have waited a day.
Now it's the end of the next week. I'm tired. I'm very tired. But it was sunny and in the 60's today (which is nice even if I was stuck inside all day at work and unable to really enjoy it). I look forward to hot chocolate, a good book and/or movie, and sleeping in tomorrow. And since we have dial-up internet here (which will soon be changing, YIPEEEE!!!) It's taken me quite some time and a couple of days to write this, and I'm now posting it and letting you make whatever of it you will. Have fun. Don't be too critical. Don't make fun of my spelling. Honestly, it's all informalities and I really don't care.
Cheerio.
First things first:
Friday evening I found out that my grandmother had passed away. (She'd been struggling for a while so it wasn't a particular surprise, but sad nonetheless.) My family immediately began making arrangements for a trip back to Utah. Of course, as it ALWAYS is with my family (or so it seems) the day we first choose to travel is also the first day a huge storm moves in. We don't plan it this way, but I think the weather does. (Humbugabug!) Finally, after delaying the trip a day, we head out. We ultimately decided to take 1-70 West, for the weather reports showed it to be safer. Well, it may be safer, but it's also a lot LONGER! We drove all the way there in one sprint, leaving at 3 a.m. (CST) from MO and getting to Springville, UT, (where my brother and sister-in-law reside (and where we generally crashed)) at about 12:30 a.m. (MST).
The next morning it was all hustle and bustle with showering and getting ready for the funeral. Mom and dad headed up to SLC earlier and then the rest of us (Tom, Margo, Am, Sam, and I) came up in the late morning. We attended the viewing, where there were a lot or relatives I haven't seen for a while, a lot of people I didn't know, and a few people so teary eyed I simply couldn't make heads or tails whether I knew them or not. I personally don't usually get all sad at funerals. I know it may sound terribly to some people, but I cry over kittens that die in the spring than I did over my grandmother's casket. In actuallity I didn't go to the casket until the end of the viewing when we did a walk by. I don't like dead bodies and I prefered to keep the image of my grandmother as living, smiling, happy person unblemished. I didn't want to have to see her once active frame as a lonely shell: cold and wax like. That wasn't my grandmother, it was her carcass. (If that hurts or offends anyone just take into acount that this IS my blog, and my feelings and you are reading them by choice. I'm not forcing them on you, and I'm not condeming you if you feel otherwise). When I did finally walk by the casket I felt awkward and like I was standing in a spot light-people watching me, looking for me to say something or start crying or something.
After the viewing we went into a little chapel-type room and had a service where people told stories and sang songs, etc. etc. It was kinda long, many stories were repeated, but it was more cheerful than the viewing and at times quite amusing. After that we all piled into vehicles and headed for the cemetery. Now HERE was something I felt more appropriate for a funeral. The whole cemetery was covered in snow and pine trees and little benches with lamps. It was like one had stepped into the ideal winter wonderland. In the distance were the rockie mountains, looming up with snow packed peeks and slopes, like sentinals, or witness of solomn age and wisdom. And the trees managed to nearly completely block out the sounds and sights of the bustling city beyond the edge of the park. I wish now that I could have take my camera and hiked all over the landscape, snapping away with my brain (for memories) and with my camera for experience. Actually my digital camera wound up being battery-dead, but my father handed me his "real" film camera and I ended up going through two rolls of film, capturing the casket and the people milling and talking, mourning and smiling. I really felt like it was a REAL funeral then. Family, friends, beautiful scenery, and whiteness all around. (I think white much more appopriate for funerals than black.)
Finally my brother urged us all that it was warmer somewhere else, and we all trapsed back to our cars and went to the ward building for a lunch-dinner-thing. (it was around 4 p.m. so I'll let you decide what it was). The food was good, but the company was better. It was like an impromptu family reunion. We kicked the boys out and had a table for just the girls. Cousins, aunts, sisters, and friends. The boys, in retaliation, held a "manly man" (Caleb, he he) convention at the other table. Uncles, brothers, cousins, and friends. Then, that evening, we all gathered at my grandmother's house and had another reunion. One full of talking, crowded couches, and a fantastically executed game or two of Mafia! Moo-ha-ha! It honestly was a BLAST! The house was FULL of flowers and people, and even Abby (our not-so-small dog who road all the way across the country on our laps, "MOAN!"), who was most successfully raking in a new and thoroughly enchanted fan club. Eventually we all split up again, off to our places of rest to find beds and sleep.
The next morning my two eldest sisters, Johanna and Charlotte, and I headed out on a mission of top importants. We were going out to get, GASP, our hair cut!!! :) I have never before had my hair cut professionally so I was really nervous. I'd been needing a hair cut for a long while and had quite firmly convinced myself that it was "now or never". (And I felt I trusted my sisters with my hair more than anyone else in the world, so here was a very opportune moment to go with them.) As I sat down in the chair, and the lady strapped on the bib, I took out the hair magazine my sister and I had picked from. I showed the lady my photos, asked a few un-answered questions, and sat back to be completely ignored and overwhelmed. She was the sort of lady that doesn't like spending time explaining, or getting unique requests. She took one look at my picture and said, "Ope, that's a basic a-line cut." Snip, snip, snip. Well, no, that was NOT what I'd asked for. I tried to explain it to her, but my "hair cutting lingo-illiteracy" was apparently too great for she mostly just stood there with her hands on her hips, chewing her gum, and telling me that she had no idea what I was talking about. At that time I REALLY wished my sisters were standing there with me to translate, but they were off at the other side of the room. Pretty much I ended up with a pudding bowl but, with a sweep bang, and about 3 inches shorter than I wanted! Personally, I felt I looke AWFUL! Frusterated at my failure at my first ever professional cut, I put my money down and we left. But my sister's were not happy with my frustration and insisted that they were either going to drag me into another salon and have it cut again, or they were going to do it themselves... or something of the sort. I honestly just wanted to go home and do something with it myself, for I was willing to live with it so long as I was allowed to style it how I liked, but they were insistant. In the end I got my hair re-trimmed (it was too short to really cut a ton more off) and highlighted and dyed a warmer shade of blonde). It did cheer me up, and I liked it a great bit better than the origional (for while the dying DID help, the trimming was enough in the right places to change it from a pudding bowl, mushroom head look. I still style it differently, more how I like it, but...)
ANYHOO... so the rest of the week flew by in a blur. We helped someone move, we got our toes painted, we went window shopping, we had a busy, hectic, blast while my dad worked out legal with my grandma's will and estate, etc. Then we drove home. Again with the dog on our laps. Again with severe crowding and uncomfortably long hours and situations.
My father had come down with some illness during the trip and wasn't feeling great, and by Friday evening I was feverish, covered in chills and those achings when you skin hurts when touched, a bit of nausea, and extreme uncomfortableness. Over the next few days I had ups and downs with my illness, enough to keep me home from church on Sunday, but receding enough to send me, weak, but alive to work on Monday. Blah! I should have waited a day.
Now it's the end of the next week. I'm tired. I'm very tired. But it was sunny and in the 60's today (which is nice even if I was stuck inside all day at work and unable to really enjoy it). I look forward to hot chocolate, a good book and/or movie, and sleeping in tomorrow. And since we have dial-up internet here (which will soon be changing, YIPEEEE!!!) It's taken me quite some time and a couple of days to write this, and I'm now posting it and letting you make whatever of it you will. Have fun. Don't be too critical. Don't make fun of my spelling. Honestly, it's all informalities and I really don't care.
Cheerio.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Monday, January 5, 2009
Bon noir! (say it in a startled, exclamitory sort of voice! The effect is ten times more affective!)
Hail, fellow bloggers, friends, family, and familiar fiends!
Humbly I admit that is has indeed been quite some time since I have written here, and I do apologize. However it has been beyond me to do so. The internet at my secret, and unidentified remote location is saddly and exhaustibly weak. To check my e-mail is at least an half-hour chore. ANYHOO...
Christmas came and went. Family came. Food was made and eaten. Presents carefully wrapped and carelessly unwrapped. Hot chocolate. Chrismas lights. Family fights and games. Cozy beds and freezing toes. The beginning of the week got down to -10 F with and ice storm and snow. The day after Christmas it was suddenly 54 F and most of it melted.
Slowly family memebers departed, I got to move back into my own room, and things died down to "normal". On the 29th my little bro. turned 17. A few days later was New Years. And the SUDDENLY (he he he!) it was a New Year! GOOD MORNING 2009! The days kept creeping up and then WHAMO! Yesterday I turned 20! (which, according to people around me, either meant I was "Old", or "sparkling fresh and young!".) (OR according to me sister, it means that I'm no longer a teen, and am now a-"dolt" just like... other people older than me.(p.s. if you don't get the joke in that ask me. I MAY check my e-mail and reply)).
Today I got shepperded to the dentist (a place I hate worse than just about anything. I'd prefer to have shots than get my teeth worked on!). It wasn't too bad (aka: it could have been worse) but still uncomfortable. And tomorrow things REALLY become "normal". Public school starts up, and I begin my job again.
Well, I guess I will miss all the free time I've had lately. Sam and I (and Abby) have gone on a hike just about every other day, and we found that the pond is about 3 inches this in ice. If there's two things I've REALLY learned about ice this winter is the it is COLD and HARD. Falling on ice hurts, and sitting on it hurts too (after you get home and the blood has unfrozen in your rear). But it is something new and fun anyhow.
Yes, my private life is much more complicated/deep/intriguing/developed than all this, but I'm not going to write it all for you. Basically this entry is just to let y'all (snicker snicker) know that i'm still alive (and kicking).
I hope you had a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS, that the NEW YEAR is everthing it could possibly be, and that you are not under the impression that my new age now classifies me as a ultra-responsible/somber a-dolt. I intend to have imaginary friends and to color on things with perm.-marker well into my ninties!
So, bon noir et au revoir mes amies!
-KLS
Humbly I admit that is has indeed been quite some time since I have written here, and I do apologize. However it has been beyond me to do so. The internet at my secret, and unidentified remote location is saddly and exhaustibly weak. To check my e-mail is at least an half-hour chore. ANYHOO...
Christmas came and went. Family came. Food was made and eaten. Presents carefully wrapped and carelessly unwrapped. Hot chocolate. Chrismas lights. Family fights and games. Cozy beds and freezing toes. The beginning of the week got down to -10 F with and ice storm and snow. The day after Christmas it was suddenly 54 F and most of it melted.
Slowly family memebers departed, I got to move back into my own room, and things died down to "normal". On the 29th my little bro. turned 17. A few days later was New Years. And the SUDDENLY (he he he!) it was a New Year! GOOD MORNING 2009! The days kept creeping up and then WHAMO! Yesterday I turned 20! (which, according to people around me, either meant I was "Old", or "sparkling fresh and young!".) (OR according to me sister, it means that I'm no longer a teen, and am now a-"dolt" just like... other people older than me.(p.s. if you don't get the joke in that ask me. I MAY check my e-mail and reply)).
Today I got shepperded to the dentist (a place I hate worse than just about anything. I'd prefer to have shots than get my teeth worked on!). It wasn't too bad (aka: it could have been worse) but still uncomfortable. And tomorrow things REALLY become "normal". Public school starts up, and I begin my job again.
Well, I guess I will miss all the free time I've had lately. Sam and I (and Abby) have gone on a hike just about every other day, and we found that the pond is about 3 inches this in ice. If there's two things I've REALLY learned about ice this winter is the it is COLD and HARD. Falling on ice hurts, and sitting on it hurts too (after you get home and the blood has unfrozen in your rear). But it is something new and fun anyhow.
Yes, my private life is much more complicated/deep/intriguing/developed than all this, but I'm not going to write it all for you. Basically this entry is just to let y'all (snicker snicker) know that i'm still alive (and kicking).
I hope you had a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS, that the NEW YEAR is everthing it could possibly be, and that you are not under the impression that my new age now classifies me as a ultra-responsible/somber a-dolt. I intend to have imaginary friends and to color on things with perm.-marker well into my ninties!
So, bon noir et au revoir mes amies!
-KLS
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Dollars and Sense- how much are you worth?
Please, PLEASE! Please look at this and please think and ponder and share it. This is not a trivial or flighty, and is knowledge that many (nay, most) people lack; knowledge that when lacking can be painful and even destructive. So please, PLEASE pay attention.
Part 1- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H2Siol4JWKg
part 2- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5WrGPDUTD4I
part 3- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vMUeUwlkQh4
part 4- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HhMzxu-wBaw
part 5- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6u_VzDrnYoA
Part 1- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H2Siol4JWKg
part 2- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5WrGPDUTD4I
part 3- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vMUeUwlkQh4
part 4- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HhMzxu-wBaw
part 5- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6u_VzDrnYoA
Sunday, December 7, 2008
The wonderous and engenius methods of Kat de Sul
Right . . .
So, Thanksgiving was wonderful. Family. Food. And fun. The three fantastic F's! We had mashed potatoes, turkey, olives, shrimp a New Orleans, green beans (good, hand picked and frozen), homemade Italian creme sodas, stuffing, pumpkin pie, lemon creamcheese pie, blueberries and creme pie, whipped CREAM and whipped topping, and... other stuff. :) We played captions and had a laugh. We talked, digested, watched movies, baked, talked some more, and looked at photos. And we basked in the glorious Christmas deco (lights, snowflakes, more lights, a small tree, and random ornaments around the room that Jo and I had put up earlier the day before).
THEN... it came to pass that we got up at 3 am. YAWWWWWNNN! We went shopping for Black Friday and then we had breakfast at IHOP. With like 20 of my extended family members + Chloe. Then, still morning, 8/10 am we went over to me gran's. I sewed while everyone else slept. I sewed ALL day!!! (handstitching, embroidery) Then at about 6 pm I got up and made tortillas for dinner. I must say, homemade tortillas are the BOMB! (p.s. you have to double the water here in the west or else the dough dries out while it sets before rolling. Yick. (I learned this earlier this fall, so this time they turned out fantastico!) Am made a fillin (chicken and peppers and spices and... whatnot... and it was DELICIOUS!!! I put ranch dressing and cheese on it and it was probably the most delicious meal I've had in ever-so-long! Mmmmmmm! Soooo good!) We came back to Jo's, I sewed 'til 11 pm and then, finally at about 11:30 I broke down and had to go pass out. After all, I'd only had two hours of sleep in the passed 24 hours!
The next day I sewed and sewed and sewed like a mad man. Finally at about 5 pm Chloe and I got back into the car and drove back to Rexburg. (Just before we left we got a phone call, my grandma, the one I'd seen the day before, had broken her hip and was in the hostpital. :( :( :( :P )
Now it's been over a week since I've returned. Schools gone ok. I have turned in several of my projects already. Now I only have to finish my Art final drawing, take my Western Culture final quiz and Final, turn in my last paper for New Testament, do a presentation and then and 8 page take-home final for English. That's not too much, right? Well, TOMORROW night I have white glove check too! And my dad's coming up to see my sister graduate on the 12th, and then he and I are driving back down to SLC on the 13th. Not much time to ho hum hiddle diddle, eh?
Ok. Now HERE's the part that displays my acute sense of intelligence and genius. I keep realizing that I've left things at my sister's apt. in Utah. First thing I noticed was I could find my camera charge cord. My camera has and LED battery, so no replacements. Next I THOUGHT I had lost a sock, but I found it when I did the wash. Then, when I realized my phone battery was dying, I realized I couldn't locate the charge cord for it either! And last (so far), I left one of my textbooks there!!!! I'm going to have to borrow someone's or use the internet or find a copy in the library to study!!!! What a gaphooey!
Yep, that's me! Engenius Kat the first!
p.s. I LOVE the movies Miss Potter and Oscar!
So, Thanksgiving was wonderful. Family. Food. And fun. The three fantastic F's! We had mashed potatoes, turkey, olives, shrimp a New Orleans, green beans (good, hand picked and frozen), homemade Italian creme sodas, stuffing, pumpkin pie, lemon creamcheese pie, blueberries and creme pie, whipped CREAM and whipped topping, and... other stuff. :) We played captions and had a laugh. We talked, digested, watched movies, baked, talked some more, and looked at photos. And we basked in the glorious Christmas deco (lights, snowflakes, more lights, a small tree, and random ornaments around the room that Jo and I had put up earlier the day before).
THEN... it came to pass that we got up at 3 am. YAWWWWWNNN! We went shopping for Black Friday and then we had breakfast at IHOP. With like 20 of my extended family members + Chloe. Then, still morning, 8/10 am we went over to me gran's. I sewed while everyone else slept. I sewed ALL day!!! (handstitching, embroidery) Then at about 6 pm I got up and made tortillas for dinner. I must say, homemade tortillas are the BOMB! (p.s. you have to double the water here in the west or else the dough dries out while it sets before rolling. Yick. (I learned this earlier this fall, so this time they turned out fantastico!) Am made a fillin (chicken and peppers and spices and... whatnot... and it was DELICIOUS!!! I put ranch dressing and cheese on it and it was probably the most delicious meal I've had in ever-so-long! Mmmmmmm! Soooo good!) We came back to Jo's, I sewed 'til 11 pm and then, finally at about 11:30 I broke down and had to go pass out. After all, I'd only had two hours of sleep in the passed 24 hours!
The next day I sewed and sewed and sewed like a mad man. Finally at about 5 pm Chloe and I got back into the car and drove back to Rexburg. (Just before we left we got a phone call, my grandma, the one I'd seen the day before, had broken her hip and was in the hostpital. :( :( :( :P )
Now it's been over a week since I've returned. Schools gone ok. I have turned in several of my projects already. Now I only have to finish my Art final drawing, take my Western Culture final quiz and Final, turn in my last paper for New Testament, do a presentation and then and 8 page take-home final for English. That's not too much, right? Well, TOMORROW night I have white glove check too! And my dad's coming up to see my sister graduate on the 12th, and then he and I are driving back down to SLC on the 13th. Not much time to ho hum hiddle diddle, eh?
Ok. Now HERE's the part that displays my acute sense of intelligence and genius. I keep realizing that I've left things at my sister's apt. in Utah. First thing I noticed was I could find my camera charge cord. My camera has and LED battery, so no replacements. Next I THOUGHT I had lost a sock, but I found it when I did the wash. Then, when I realized my phone battery was dying, I realized I couldn't locate the charge cord for it either! And last (so far), I left one of my textbooks there!!!! I'm going to have to borrow someone's or use the internet or find a copy in the library to study!!!! What a gaphooey!
Yep, that's me! Engenius Kat the first!
p.s. I LOVE the movies Miss Potter and Oscar!
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