Saturday, December 31, 2005

Happy New Year!

Funny that, in an industry dependent on snow, the weather currently consists of one giant rain storm.

But in other thoughts, Happy New Year! Get drunk but don't do anything stupid!

Thursday, December 29, 2005

People are funny.

Tonight we had dinner with dear friends who are like a second set of parents to me. They have many endearing traits, including their bizarre cheapness.

For example: They bargain shop for groceries, yet shell out to get acupuncture.... for their horse.

Vacation Synopsis

Ah, Monticello. There's something to be said of a small town where life is slow.

I learned on this trip that there is only one stop light in the entire county (San Juan County), which county also happens to be larger than Rhode Island, possibly even Connecticut.

Here's the Brother report:

Brother 2 had to leave the day after we arrived. Sometimes work schedules SUCK. But I managed to have a talk with him where he not only told me how cool I am (!!), but also that he wasn't going to sit back and let his wife rob him of fun anymore. This made me happy. I also got a chance to talk to his wife, who said she hadn't realized that Brother 2 had been so unhappy (a conclusion she made on her own, as I wasn't about to tell her he wanted to drop-kick her ass) and that things were going to change once they got back home, and she was going to support him in his pursuit of leisure. This made me immensely happy.

I also re-learned on this trip that once Brother 2 leaves, life is boring. Brother 1, who is obsessed with gambling and playing games (and who also happens to be a fairly bad father to his childred) effectively nixed every plan to go outside and play that we presented him with. His reason? "I don't want to do that with kids." Hell. I wanted to say, "[Brother 2] always brings his kids along and they seem to do just fine!" but refrained, seeing as Brother 1 was really depressed because everyone was talking about how they all missed Brother 2 and wished he was still there.

Brother 1 was also depressed because his children are scrawny (his 8 year old daughter is smaller than Brother 2's 6 year old daughter, and his 5 year old son, who happens to still be in diapers, is much smaller than Brother 2's almost 4 year old son, who decided at the age of 2 to be potty-trained). It didn't help that Brother 2's children, who have no tact (along the lines of children everywhere), constantly pointed the size disparity out.

Oh, and the last reason Brother 1 was depressed? His oldest son (10), kept going around saying, "When are we going to gamble???" and everyone looked at him and then at Brother 1 with the expression "What the FUCK have you taught this child??" on their faces.

Brother 4 was supposed to come down, but as we all expected, he didn't because his wife didn't want to.

And Brother 3 lives in Texas. He came up for Thanksgiving instead of Christmas this year.

Other vacation activities? We went real estate hunting for my father. Found him a sweet 320 acre plot of land (one of the land boundaries is a 500 foot red rock cliff!) with a gorgeous cedar/pinion house that he seems interested in... I really hope he goes for it, it would be an awesome place to visit.

And now? Time to go back to work. Hell.

Sunday, December 25, 2005


So this afternoon we're heading to Monticello, UT for our Christmas vacation. Internet access will be limited if anything at all, but no worries. You'll hear all about it when we come back.

Dreaming of a white Christmas

Merry Christmas, everyone.

I hope that your lives are full of peace, joy, and love.

Saturday, December 24, 2005


Things that ROCK:

We're going on vacation! Starting tomorrow! YAY!

Grades aren't posted yet, and I don't give a shit!

I opened my presents early today since I have to work tomorrow and I got a really fancy pressure cooker from my dad! YAY!

I had glorious mexican food last night!

I told my asshat coworker yesterday that he was being an ass and my boss backed me up!

I get to be with friends and family for the rest of the week!

We get to have as much sex as we want the rest of the week!

I get to sleep in with my husband and lay in bed and just talk when we wake up!

We get to give presents to everyone else in our family!

To my brother-in-law

A long, bitter narrative dedicated to Brother 2.

On Tuesday, I went snowboarding with Husband, Brother 2, Brother 4 and Brother 4's wife. (There are five boys in Husband's family, with Husband being Brother 5. I'm sure this is all very confusing. Also, Brother 4's wife is the one who invariably does my dishes every time she comes over and reminds me that I'm going to Hell for not having children yet. Just so everyone knows who I'm talking about.)

It was very fun, except that the day before I'd fallen so hard that I spent five minutes retching, trying not to throw up into the snow. So I was a bit gun-shy, especially considering we were going to go to the back mountain, which I had never been to before. So anyways, I was the slow one. But that's ok.

Anyways, I'm really glad we got to go because Husband 2's wife, who is fat and selfish, never lets him go have fun by himself. It's a case of "Oh, I want you to have fun... but I don't want to do *that*.... and I don't want you to go do *that*.... so let's just sit at home and have NO fun instead, ok!"

I feel so bad for him. Husband and his brothers were so adventurous growing up, and now for Brother 2, who was the most adventurous of all, there's nothing. He's said privately that if it weren't for his children, especially his little genius six year old daughter, he would have divorced his wife a long time ago. How sad is that?

Also heartbreaking is that after a day of snowboarding and eating good food, Brother 2 said repeatedly that that was the most fun he had had in several years, and that had been the perfect day for him.

When he said that, my heart broke again and I wanted to fall over. I wanted to tell him that that perfect day happened several times a week for us- that it was routine. And that it could be that way for him, too.

He told his brother, my Husband, that he was jealous of our marriage, that we got to enjoy so many of the same things together. That I didn't hold him back.

I can't imagine being a wife so selfish. I can't imagine not knowing my husband's needs. I can't imagine being unwilling to work with my husband to find some middle ground. I can't imagine being trapped in that kind of a life.

Brother 2, I'm sorry. We love you.

Monday, December 19, 2005

DAMN that there's over a foot of new powder and that I'm too whiplashed from my big fall over the weekend to enjoy it!

Oh well, we're going tomorrow. I shouldn't whine.

Sunday, December 18, 2005

What an Irritating end to a Perfect weekend.

We just got home from a blissful weekend, full of snowboarding, fires and love. The condo was gorgeous, the food was perfect, and it snowed a foot last night so we spent this morning doing some pretty awesome runs... I even did my first black diamond!

And then we come home to my sister being all bitchy and acting like she owns the house. And now I'm pissed. Blah.

Friday, December 16, 2005

Merry Christmas, Husband!

Today was my last day of finals at BYU... and since they're trying to dick me around for next semester, it may be my last day of finals ever. Instead of going off about how the hypocrisy and ridiculousness of BYU made me so angry I actually considered not going to my last final, I'm going to go on vacation.

That's right. Vacation.

Tonight Husband and I depart for a weekend at a posh mountain resort. Two nights in one of their best suites, dinner at the finest restaurant in Utah, all the snowboarding we could want, plus 4 hours of snowmobiling on Saturday... holy shit, I can't wait.

But hang on, here's the best part-

Typical cost of the above stay: over $2000
The cost of this stay for us: $60

I love having connections.

Is vacuousity a word?

Random question: why is it that homeless people feel they can cross the road anywhere at any time, regardless of whether there is a light or not, not to mention the color the light happens to be if there is a light? Honestly, homeless guy. Someday the car you step in front of WON'T stop, so why push your luck?

In other randomness, I saw the most blatant trophy wife I've EVER SEEN today at BYU. Bleached hair, fake nails, anorexically thin, stiletto heels with jeans, big fat beaded trendy necklace, huge diamond, trying to operate a very nice laptop while very obviously having no clue what the hell she was doing. I wish the boys that go after these girls would stop and think, "Do I really want a Stepford raising my children? Hm... maybe not."

I reiterate:


Wednesday, December 14, 2005


Snowboarding tomorrow morning!! With other people who suck!! And with an instructor who is very good!! WOO!!

I have decided that since I don't care about school anymore, I'm going to study for my finals the morning I have to take them, instead of depriving myself of snowboarding to study for something I don't give a rat's ass about. Contrary to popular BYU belief, your grade in religion ISN'T the grade you're going to get from God when you die.


Driving home on a moonlit night so bright that you don't have to use your headlights even through a twisty canyon is enchanting.

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

But whoever thought finals at 7am were a good idea should be smacked...

I know I've told everyone how much I hate school and the like, but still...

It's ridiculous when I can attend a class only four times in a semester and get A's on every assignment plus the midterm and the final. BYU, there is a point where a class really is just too easy.

Sunday, December 11, 2005

One step closer to being canonized!

Another reason why my husband is a saint: he doesn't care if I use his razor to shave my legs.

Saturday, December 10, 2005


I guess some people believe their rights are greater than the rights of others.

In Utah, when a highway patrolman is killed in the line of duty, a very large cross is erected in the spot where he fell. His name is placed on it, and a memorial of what happened sits at the foot of the cross.

A group of Atheists are trying to have the crosses removed, claiming that it violates their rights and also violates the separation of church and state... and what the hell? In this instance, crosses are more symbolic of sacrifice than anything else. Not to mention that Mormons as a religion don't use crosses as religious symbolism. And from those troopers' families who have some form of religious connection with the cross comes a truly great question:

"As an atheist you believe in nothing. Why is it so offensive to see somebody else believe in something?"

Friday, December 09, 2005

It all started with gum...

People who spit gum out on sidewalks should be shot. Ok, not really, but they should be fined. I like the way Singapore did it- $2,000 fine for spitting out gum. And *gasp* they actually FINE you!

Now that I think of it, I like the way that Singapore does a bunch of things. Not all, but alot. Like the way they actually carry out their criminal sentencing. None of this "You ass-raped a child and then killed him and we sentence you to death... in 35 years." I like that they execute child molesters, rapists and drug dealers. I like that they tightly control littering. I like how safe their city is. I don't like their freedom of speech and religion issues. If they would fix that, they would possibly be the world's coolest country.


Got to snowboard today... I only took one run though cause I would've been late for work if I'd taken more, but I was determined! So I'm now the proud owner of a giant bruise on my knee (I love snowboarding but I really suck at it) and a board that I get to learn to wax (!) soon... ah, beautiful.

Those five year olds that zip past me when I'm sitting on my ass, having just fallen? Yeah, they piss me off.

Thursday, December 08, 2005

Something you didn't know...

This will probably make many of you hate me, but....

I don't like the Beatles. Or John Lennon.

Maybe it has something to do with me having never done drugs, but I just don't find their music appealing at all. Oh well. I just don't understand why people start freaking out the second the Beatles are mentioned, just like I don't understand why my grandfather's response every time they're mentioned is "Damned hippy long-haired kids!"


I get to go snowboarding tomorrow. It's about damn time. I've been too busy with school shit to go yet, woo!!

In other ramblings, it was -9 F this morning at DreamJob and my nose wanted to freeze shut.

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Recipe for Great Skin

Pond's Cleansing and Make-up Remover Towelettes (daily)
MD Alpha Beta Peel (daily)
Crème de la Mer Moisturizer (daily- if you can afford it)
Cetaphil Moisturizing Lotion (daily- if you can't afford La Mer... I can't afford La Mer)
MD Lift & Lighten Eye Cream (daily if you have nasty black circles like me)
Biore Ultra Deep Cleansing Pore Strips (weekly)
Origins Clear Improvement Active Charcoal Mask (weekly)

Costs a bunch, but gives great skin... I can say that since this list is a result of over a decade's worth of research.

And for those that think this is a giant waste of time/effort/money, let's talk when we're 50 and I look great and you look like a saddlebag.

On a more positive note, anyone else have great skin stuff they love?

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Now that Blogger has pulled its head out of its ass...

BIG snowstorm today. I saw 7 accidents in the canyon and almost became part of two of them as the assholes were turning *way* too fast on snow-covered roads and tried to involve me in their spin-outs.

Did I mention that I love my Bronco?

ALSO- snowboarding this weekend!!! AND I'm going to learn how to wax my own snowboard, kick ass!!!

Monday, December 05, 2005


FUCK! So I can't bring up my blog, but Blogger will let me post. What a shitty tease.


There's a story in the news about a Chicago business owner who recently put up a sign asking children to behave and use their indoor voices. Now he's getting all sorts of shit for being unwelcoming to children.

What the fuck? The parents who are mouthing off the loudest are obviously the ones with little shits for children. Where did their children learn to mouth off and misbehave, one wonders?

Those with unruly children say to me, "One day you'll understand."

Uh, yes. I understand that when we have children, I'll do the grocery shopping at night when my husband is at home to watch the children. I understand that I will not be taking my small children to restaurants or movies (to parents who do this, who the hell do you think you are?)... my first movie in a movie theatre was when I was twelve, and I sure wasn't any worse for the wear. When my husband and I go out on dates, we will hire a babysitter instead of dragging small children with us. On road trips, when we need to get food we'll go through the drive through and park in the parking lot to eat instead of inflicting our children on others. When my children misbehave, they will be punished and told that what they are doing is not appropriate behavior.

Ok. Done with my rant.

Sorry about that, I'm just tired of seeing irresponsible parents, ones who pop out babies faster than they can take care of them, ones who whine as loud as their children... I'm tired of seeing these parents get ANY media attention at all. We should just bitch slap them and send them on their ways, the asshats.

Sunday, December 04, 2005


So that classmate of mine? The one that stepped up to the job so I could go home early yesterday? I get an email from him today saying that he didn't really have time to do the whole thing, so could I please do the second half for him? Blah.

So here it is, 8:30pm on a Sunday night. I have at least another two hours of work in front of me, plus more homework from a different class, and what am I doing? Blogging, of course!

Nighttime snacking on guacamole and chips, peanut brittle, edamame and Red Bull has led to some interesting trips to the bathroom, but other than that, tonight is boring. I really REALLY wanted to watch Season 10 of Friends, which I bought two days ago and have yet to watch. But no.

So here's my thought. I've had a very hard time this semester, working full time and schooling full time. It's gotten me to the point where I don't give a shit about school but feel as though my head is on the chopping block of impending due dates at the same time.

I think.... I think next semester I might not go to school. Just work and snowboard and have fun. Then finish up my schooling by Independent Study and the like over summer, where I'd have a chance to spread things out and relax.

That sounds better every day.

Saturday, December 03, 2005

A Perfect Night

I came home from work this afternoon and snuggled in the arms of my love for fifteen minutes and then ran off to school for what promised to be an agonizing night of writing pages upon pages of statistical analysis..... only to have another member of my group step up to the job, allowing me to leave four hours early.

I ran outside to go to my car, being chased by the leading edge of a snow storm so thick that I couldn't see the mountains even though I was right next to them. It chased me all the way home, and as I walked up the walk to my house it hit- just in time for me to open the door and run into my Husband's arms.

We ventured out into the storm to get Redbox, and I spent the next half hour almost peeing myself with anxiety as other cars slipped and spun out and nearly broadsided us more times than I could count. We finally took refuge in a Taco Bell and spent time laughing and talking about our day while the traffic outside died down. I watched as his laugh lines showed again and again, and I kept thinking, I love this man.

He drove me home, safe and sound in 4-wheel drive, and snuggled me while we watched ridiculous movies together, but really we were just talking about why we loved each other. And as I sat and watched his profile, I wanted to cry because everything was just perfect.

Of all the things in the world, of all the places I could be or things I could be doing, there is nowhere on earth I would rather be than here, at home, in the life that we've built, sheltered from the storm, being held and loved by you, Husband.

I know I write stuff like this fairly often, and it's because after three years I can't find the words. I don't know how to tell you that every day you are comforting and familiar and new and exciting all at the same time. I don't know how to put into words how I look at you and see my best friend, and how that is a miracle to me. That you've seen me at my very very best, and my very very worst, and you love me more every single day- I can be more vulnerable than I've ever been and be the safest I've ever been at the same time. You've completed my life, brought me the puzzle piece of my heart that was missing.

I wish that I could find the words to tell you how much I love you, and how you are my miracle. But I can't, so until I do, I'm just going to keep trying.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

And another...

For those of you who know me and my family, how's this for trippy?

This is my little brother. He's been a Marine for about a year and a half now. Yes, those are medals, and yes, he's an NCO and as such, has his own sword. (Ignore the chintzy background, he's at a Marine Ball. Dances of all forms seem to require the chintzy picture background.)

I still remember when he was young enough that I could hold him back by his head and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hit me because his arms were too short.

I don't think I'll try that now, what with the sword and all. Posted by Picasa

Since I haven't added a picture in awhile...

One year ago, my parents got a puppy. I have yet to meet her, and I'm bitter about it because she's so sweet! (For a size reference, she weighs about 10 pounds.) Posted by Picasa


I finally have non-bastard internet, but I've been trying to stay away a bit because I've had so many things to do. I finally got the Bronco registered, and I love that my new plates are a combination (if you REALLY stretch it) of cunnilingus and 69. Heheh.

Other occurances of note:

-the Ex did not get hired at DreamJob, thank *heavens*.

-Husband and I went go-carting tonight. It was pretty funny when I tried to put on the racing helmet without taking my glasses off, which ended up with my glasses under my chin. Even funnier is that I fell for it *twice*.

-The end of school is coming... I'm thinking that next semester, even though I'm almost done with school, I might only go part time so that I can ski all semester. It's dumb but smart, all at the same time.

-We bought a Christmas tree! Our house smells so good. I was originally opposed to the whole tree concept because we don't have kids and we're never home and I've never really been into Christmas and blah blah blah. But you know what? Having a tree really makes a difference.


-Did I mention that it's ski time?

-Word of the day (again, but it bears a repeat): CRUNT