recipes for...

DISASTER. I mean work...
1 loud, ominous, T-Rex approaching, constant, rumble.
3 sets of progressively increasing BANG BANG BANGS.
a pinch of clangs
a smidgen of clatters
stir in 1 chorus of Pork & Beans by Weezer
repeat every 2 FREAKING MINUTES.

and you have:
my work area in sound form
1 headache
0 joy.
1 heavy dose of sarcasm.



Relief after work disaster...
1 car ride home with mom singing Blister in the Sun at the top of my lungs
2 bright red mustang sightings
1 bottle of bubbles
several wierd looks as I proceed to blow the bubbles out the window. On State Street.
all culminating in 1 delicious Taco Amigo fresh strawberry shake (to be split with mother.)

All in all, a very good day.

maybe i'm crazy....

i think i say more messed up random things than any normal person ought to. (not that i believe in ought's and should's)

for example, these are a few things i said today;

"stop the barking! save the chickens!"

"i'm dancing with my arms. it's a form of expression."

"it sounds like a real baby is in our house."

"people shouldn't make out with other people. it's icky."

"now i have sympathy pains. my eye hurts."

yeah....

sorry...

i have a guilty music pleasure.

his name is eminem.

i'm sorry.

da BOMB

I can't even begin this post in a clever way cause I have so much I want to say on this subject.

The subject? da BOMB. My little brother Micah. He is only the coolest person I know, my best friend, and the only person I think I am 100% my crazy, hilarious (that was said with slight sarcasm and an eye twitch), self!

Micah is amazing. Honestly. Let me just tell you a few key points about him.

-Micah loves. The only people that he doesn't like or get along with are people who try too hard and aren't themselves. Everyone else is given an open-armed, non-judgemental chance.

-Micah is color blind. Not literally. I mean skin color. When he was in Kindergarten he didn't even notice that his best friend was black. If you see him with his group of friends today, you will see every shade of skin known to man.

-Micah has an awesome sense of humor. When we laugh and joke it ranges from sophisticated snipes to any sentence with the word poop in it. (haha poop)

-Micah is musical. He doesn't think he is, but Micah has the ability to appreciate and understand all genres of music. (He can also sing whether he believes it or not.)

-Micah is strong. I'm not talking his muscles-which he will show to you if you ask- I'm talking in everyway. Micah is strong enough to stand up for what he believes, stand up for others, and stand up to others. He will hold his ground. Always.

-Micah gives. He gives 100% in all he does. And he does it right. He works his but off to get where he wants to be and gives his all doing so.

I could go on forever about this kid. I love him after all. But for the sake of the rest of you, I'll stop.

He's a quiet kid (on occasion), and he doesn't like to show emotion, but he's my best friend. I know him pretty well, so take my word for it. He's da BOMB.

hordes.

People bug me. I say it at least three times a day. When they don't seem to notice that the rest of the world is trying to get around them in a grocery store, and instead insist on taking over the entire isle, or they think the road is just their's to own, or they take over the musem with their hordes of tiny people and respect absolutely nothing and no one, or seem to think that they are exempt to signs for some crazy reason or another. All these happenings cause me to yell, "I HATE PEOPLE!".

I don't hate persons. just people. As good old Bill Cosby once said, "A person is smart. People are dumb." I just can't handle the dumbness of people. It causes me to go to extremes.

Extremes like leaving a class in the middle of a lecture. That happened often when the people would be dumb and not listen. Or just annoy me. Dumbness causes me to have road rage. On and off the road. Is it possible to have sidewalk rage? Cause i have it. Extremes such as typing a whole blog post on people being dumb. See what they've done to me?

And the worst part? I'm a people too. Sometimes i think if i was driving next to me or saw me in a grocery store (as if that is at all possible. please begin to question my sanity.) that I would cause myself to cry, "I HATE PEOPLE!" it's very probable.

I know what you're all thinking, patience grasshopper.

yeah...patience...not my forte.

we're so glad when....

daddy comes home!!

yes it's true. my papa is home! and i am happy :) so is his dog. he wouldn't even fetch the stick because he wanted to be next to his daddy.

so now he is home, here is a small bit of his wisdom:

me: how is your throat feeling daddy?

daddy: like it's been cut open.

well that wasn't what i expected. wisdom haha.

it so happens

daddy had surgery today. in fact he is at this moment still in recovery.

going in they weren't sure if it WAS for real cancer. now they know.

it was.

so here are a few lists.

list numero uno: thoughts i had in the hospital at 6 this morning,

1. i got to take my daddy to the hospital and spend a few hours with him this morning. just the two of us. he really knows how to downplay a surgery. he was just his fun mumbly self. giving me a list of things to bring him that he forgot. (on top of the list were his sketch pad, a pencil, and his electronic sketch pad he plugs into the computer. yup, the man is an artist.) and i thought, this man makes the hospital not a scary place.

2. watching a blood transfusion is crazy poetic. you watch as this big machine reaches down with its long, clear, plastic tendrils and embeds its only fang into a person. but not to draw blood. to give it. and it's strange how willing a deprived body is to embrace that which it did not make, but all the same, needs.

3. the hospital CAN be cold. no skin on skin contact. gloves on gowns. and the patients CAN become faceless in the numbers of hospital gowns, but they DON'T. at least not in my experience. some people CAN still care. even in the face of a detached hospital world. and that made me think, i have so many people to care for. i can never become detached from my life, my loved ones, or this gospel.

list two: things currently not found in my daddy's body,

1. a thyroid. yup. bye bye.

2-7. lymph nodes. 6 of them. wow.

8. (hopefully) cancer!

list three: things i am extremely grateful for,

1. my daddy. even after all the things his been through he is still strong and hilarious and one of my very favorite people to be around.

2. modern medicine. can you imagine taking out a thyroid way back when? pretty sure it wasn't possible.

3. and most important, this beautiful, wonderful, amazing gospel that has blessed my life more than anyone, even myself, will ever know.

4. a Savior who can be there for me, but who can also be with my daddy when he's alone at night in the hospital. it gives me such comfort to know he is never alone there.

5. my siblings. i love them all. each of them in their own silly way.

6. my tessie. she's basically a sibling, and she is always there for me.

7. a great old room mate, McKenzie, that always makes me feel like a special and important person.

8. all those that love me. near and far. and that i have the opportunity and blessing to love back.

9. missionaries. some great boys are out there that are doing some great things for people no where near me and yet it blesses me too.

10. my mommy. cause i love her.

11. this whole stinking world!