Thursday, November 26, 2009

Happy Thanksgiving!!!

Well, I wasn't expecting anything spectacular out of this Thanksgiving. Since I work Thursday nights, I really didn't have much to look forward to other than a slow day at work.

Here's the part where I get to tell you a little about how wonderful my wife is.

Well, Amy decided to cook her first turkey this year. This of course would have been more fun if we were both at home sitting down to a wonderful meal, but she decided to cook one anyway. She's been looking up ways to cook it and preparing for today for a few days now actually.

So, today I've been thinking about how good its going to be to eat all the food tomorrow and over the next few days. Well, I'm down in the Engineering Shop at work and I get a call from the front desk saying I had someone there who needed to talk with me and I head up there... to see my wonderful wife with a plate of food. My wonderful Amy cooked turkey, made mashed potatoes, cooked stuffing and peas and brought them to me at work. She told me the turkey was a little dry, but it was actually fantastic. I would have been impressed anyway, but kudos to her for doing it on her first try.

Even though I'll be working late tonight, I have a wonderful wife that made my Thanksgiving great.

Thanks babe (and good job on the food) and Happy Thanksgiving to all of you reading this!

Monday, November 23, 2009

many THANKS&GIVING for turkey day


In the spirit of Thanksgiving...and to actually contribute something positive and uplifting to my blog, I have many things to give thanks for!

1. I am thankful for Chase. I won't get all sappy and cheesy. I'm thankful for my husband, his influence in my life, and the wonderful person that he is.

2. I am thankful for my friends and family. I am so lucky to have people that love and care for me. Not only love me, but accept me, faults and all!

3. My nieces (Brin, Hadley, Cambrie, and Rosalee-who's on the way) and nephew (Brigham) who happen to be the CUTEST kids ever.

4. My car Sterling, who so far has been one of the most reliable men in my life. C'mon Ster, don't let me down now!

5. Epinephrine, for saving my life when the Wal-marts of the world try to kill me (refer to 'Death by Bra' post).

6. Target, for making non-latex bra's. (Although, I'm still against wearing bras..just for the record).

7. My job. Who gave out free turkeys to everyone for Thanksgiving! ..... now that means I actually have to figure out how to cook a turkey. Pray for me.

8. Socks. I get cold feet a lot.

9. My kitty Snickers, who even though we are having a long distance relationship right now between Utah and San Diego, still loves me and is willing to work at it.

10. My parents for making me ; )

11. My aunts and grandma for raising me.... which I'm sure was/is not an easy task .

12. My wonderful mother-in-law, who despite my descriptive blog posts with pictures of evil bras and "out- there" comments still loves me...I hope. : )

13. Diet Coke. Without you the world would seem a dry, meaningless, withdrawal-free place. (By the way I've cut back to two a day...except for today. Don't judge me.)

14. My siblings (Scott & Shell) and siblings-in-laws (Aubrie, Cayse, Jackie, and Lincoln)

15. Post-it notes. How else would I stay organized?

16. Our washer and dryer. You may be small, you may be loud, but having you in our new apt now is awesome. My clothes have never been happier. No quarters, no worrying about people stealing your underwear at the laundry mat. By the way, whoever took my underwear at the laundry mat a few months ago before Chase and I got married can keep them. I hope Polka Dots make your butt look big.

17. My dad. I miss you everyday. You always were thankful for everything you had, however small or meager.

18. Clorox wipes. The best and only way to clean. Easy, yet disinfecting, with a surprisingly nice Lemon-ee scent.

19. Natural Ice Cherry chapstick, SPF 15. If I were going to be stranded on a deserted island and could only take one thing with me it would be my Natural Ice Cherry Chapstick. Seriously, I'm obsessed. Plus, it could double as sunscreen for my face, and food for when I get hungry (vitamin E, hello!)

20. Eternal marriage and the temple. How sad and bleak would life be not knowing there is something after death, something more- that you can and will see your loved ones who have passed on after this life, and be with them forever.

20 1/2. ION Medium Brown 4.0 Neutral hair color. Do you know how hard it is to find THEE perfect hair color? Once you do, it's like finding your soul mate. How could you ever go back to just brown 3.0 now that you have ION Medium Brown 4.0 Neutral?


I hope everyone has a wonderful Turkey day! Remember to give thanks : ) (and if you don't hear from either Chase or I for awhile it's probably because I burned down our apt trying to cook the turkey...)

P.S. How awesome is this turkey? Talent. Pure talent.

Friday, November 6, 2009

Girl Pass

Sometimes girls should have a get out of jail free; girl pass. An excuse for unexplained behavior...emotion...crying...moodiness... Like maybe five...six....seven a month. Almost like a little green card that you can pull out and hand to your husband and he has to take it and let you off the hook for whatever tantrum you are throwing or PMS claim you are making. Sorry, I'm moody honey, but you can't be annoyed because I am going to use my girl pass. Sorry, I am emotional- girl pass. Sorry, I am overreacting...girl pass.

The other day I needed a girl pass.

I fell asleep on the couch. I woke up to the sound of animated guns and muffled yelling. Chase was playing an Xbox game. He had the volume turned down but I could still hear it. I tried to sleep through it but couldn't. I sat up and sarcastically "thanked" him for waking me up. He tried to apologize for waking me up but I was already irritated. Since I was now awake and irritated I started to tidy the house (cleaning for some reason calms me...). Occasionally I would (accidentally of course :) ) walk in front of the TV screen while Chase continued his Xbox game. Everything of Chase's I found I asked him where it went or if he would come put it away. I was trying to irritate him, without really knowing it but meaning to still... He stopped his game and tried to pick up the things I was going through/organizing. I think I crossed the line when I started going through/organizing his Xbox games and our tv cabinet.

It was a little too much for him because he quickly asked for our mail key to go get the mail. Which he had never done before. I always get the mail. It probably was the quickest way for him to get out of the apartment and away from me!(Which I don't blame him for because I really was being a brat!) He took the mail key and left for the mailbox.

Our apartment complex has about 250 mailboxes, all of which have random numbers which don't correspond with the apartment numbers.

10 minutes...15 minutes....... 20 mins.......jeez he must be really upset with me because it doesn't take 20 min to get the mail... and then I realized something: I never told Chase what mailbox was ours...

Pride is a funny thing. Especially when it's testosterone inspired pride.

I finally called him. He answered sounding a little defeated when asking what mailbox # ours was. I told him #160. When he got back to the apartment, mail in hand I apologized for being a brat. I asked him why he had been gone so long (knowing he didn't want to have to call me and ask what mailbox number was ours). He said because he tried our mail key in every mailbox up to #100 before I called and told him ours was #160....

I kinda felt bad after that for being such a brat but laughed picturing him trying our mail key in 100 different mail slots to see if it opened, rather than just asking me.

Chase, I'm sorry for being irritated with you and not telling you which mailbox was ours : ) Can I use a girl pass for that one? I think that's my last one for this month...until next month : )

Thursday, November 5, 2009

CHASE FINALLY WROTE SOMETHING!!!!!

My wife has been hinting for a while that I should write in the blog. While I secretly agreed with her, I was taking my time. I kept telling myself I would, I was just too busy at the moment, but to be completely honest you could probably chalk most of it up to laziness and mostly because I have moments where I don't really feel liking sitting down to write out an entire post....

Well I finally broke down. I would like to publicly apologize to Amy that it took so long :) She does a good job writing posts though. (Shes really an amazing wife).

So, let me bring you up to speed on my life so far here in San Diego. Or at least a part of it, but even if its just a part of it its probably one of the biggest parts of it because its one of the things I spend most of my time doing. Let me explain a little bit about my job.

My official job title is "Engineer", but I also accept "Maintenance". True, sometimes this may not be the most glamorous of jobs (especially when it comes down to plunging toilets or snaking drains) but I am learning a lot and working for a hotel actually gives me lots of cool perks. Also, you can call it a job, but I also call it an internship depending on who I'm talking to. It's not a goal of mine to become a maintenance man but as I said earlier, I'm learning a lot and it's a good way to make money down here in San Diego while Amy is going through her training program.

So, back to what I actually do. I work at Embassy Suites. Here's a picture of it:

Its the small one in the front of the other buildings (a little to the left).

When you step inside, you'll notice it's a little different than most hotels (in case you've never been inside an Embassy Suites. If you have, then it looks like all the other ones). The center of the hotel is open all the way to the roof with an atrium in the middle where there are plants and a koi pond. The four walls of the building are lined with the suites (theres around 370 suites or so). Heres another picture of what the atrium looks like (I took this one off Google because I didn't actually take a picture of anything).

So this begs the question, "what does a maintenance man at embassy suites do all day?"
(Ill go ahead and pretend that you asked that)

First, let me say that this hotel is about 20 years old. And it's really not that big of a hotel. (The Hilton Amy works at has over a thousand rooms if I'm not mistaken...). Since the hotel is as small as it is, there aren't different departments for things. We don't have a carpenters shop. We don't have a plumbing department or HVAC or painters. We have about seven guys (including me) who have to fix whatever happens. This means sometimes I paint, sometimes I work on A/C's. And yes, sometimes I plunge toilets and snake drains. Sometimes I do basic electrical, and sometimes I work on the pool. Since I've been here the hotel has paid for me to become a certified pool operator as well as certified to handle refrigerant (the stuff in A/C's).

I'd be lying if I said some days weren't slow. But some days I get to learn a lot of cool stuff (I finally talked one of the guys into showing me how to weld. Kind of neat). Mostly, its a lot of good information. I figure it will help out a lot when I (finally) finish my degree in Construction Management. Make me a little more "well-rounded" if you will. :)

(and though my wife likes to make jokes about me not reading our blog, I'm going to just say for the record that I do read it. It just took me a while to get on here and finally write something)

So there's a quick overview of what I do during the day. But I'll keep updating with other stuff and fun little thoughts. (It's a start :) )

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Spook-tacular-ish

Chase and I carved pumpkin's for Halloween. Chase's pumpkin is the scary grim reaper one. I aways like to carve nice, cute looking pumpkins. Who made the rule that Halloween is suppose to be all scary?? No one did? Ok I'm good then.




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Wow, I'm not sure why this picture turned out so gritty. Ha ha. It looks like I'm hitting Chase upside the head while he grabs my butt with his eyes closed. Oh well, I kinda like it : )

These our are fun friends. Lyssa, Stan, Tim (aka McNipples), and Charlotte. We got a little carried away playing a game of Loaded Questions over Halloween weekend. For some reason everyone always guessed which answers were mine!? Why is that?! Huh? I guess it's easy to pin the most outrageous, weird, random answer to me. .... I'll have to learn to be more normal..or boring.... A lot of good came from it though.... I think. Tim, now Mr. Tiny Tim McNipples (don't ask) now has a new nickname, and an exciting new prospect for an online business. Good luck with that Tim!! We are all very excited for him.


Lyssa and Stan are married and McNippl...I mean Tim and Charlotte are married. Lyssa and Stan are cool surfer's. They are going to teach Chase and I how to surf : ) I'm excited for that! Tim is.... well Tim. Unique I suppose is a good word. And his wife Charlotte is so patient and sweet (I say that because she would have to be being married to Tim...) J/K Tim we love you...and your "uniqueness"!!

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Magic Carpet Ride

For Halloween Chase begged me to find him an Aladdin costume. Of course I couldn't find an adult Aladdin costume so I had to make him one. Man he is sooo happy to have his Aladdin costume! He's been wearing it everyday after work and it's not even Halloween!!! Silly Chase! Look how happy he is!! He stands on top of our living room rug and pretends he is on a "magic carpet" ride. I think for Halloween I should dress up as Jasmine and surprise him...or maybe as Abu the monkey....
"I can show you the world....la la laaaa...

I can open your eyes......

Take you wonder by wonder...... Over, sideways, and under.....

On a magic carpet ride.....la la laa

la la la la lal la la la lal lalal lalal lal laaaaa"




I don't know but I think I did an ok job on the costume!! I sewed some of it myself, by HAND! I think my aunt Dani and Chase's mom would be proud of my domestic, wifely, sewing endeavor!

Ok ok so Chase didn't really BEG me to make him the costume... technically I guilted him into it.... since we both work for Hilton, our hotels were doing a special trick-or-treat event for some of the children from local children's hospitals. The theme was Aladdin. Since it was the HR department that was hosting the event most of the employees that were going to dress up were female. So they had a lot of Jasmine's but no Aladdin. The director of HR asked me if I thought Chase would be interested in helping out with such a good cause. I said yes of course! It was for the kids right?! (and my own sick enjoyment of posting the pics of him on our blog....) Ah, but he made such a cute Aladdin and he was such a good sport when I told him he had to... I mean when he willingly agreed to do it... for the kids....

I only had a few hours after work to go get all of the things for the costume and then to make whatever I needed for the next morning. I went to a thrift store and found everything I needed! I had to cut the hair on the wig a little to make it work. I used an upside down empty sour cream container for the hat and a red shirt from the thrift store for the fabric. The vest was actually a women's purple shirt, but I cut and sewed it into a vest. The white pants where like granny pants with an elastic band waste that I tied at the bottom. I used a brown scarf for the waste wrap. I wanted to find a little monkey (Abu) and sew it on the shoulder of the vest but I didn't have time.

I think it was well worth it.. Chase made a VERY CUTE Aladdin.... it was for the kids of course.... ; )

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Death by Bra: I'm not alone

In light of my last post I decided to research this consumer capitalized monopolistic social standard of bra wearing. What I found was shocking. Many people have lost or almost lost their lives due to bra injuries. I am not alone. (If you are not sure what I'm referring to please read my last blog entry)

Here is what I found........

* Four hundred underwear-related injuries are recorded every year.

* In 1999, two women were killed in London when a massive bolt of lightning hit the metal underwiring in one of their bras and acted as a conductor.

* Scientists have also discovered a link between bra-wearing and breast cancer. A 1991 study of pre-menopausal women who never wore bras showed they had half the risk of breast cancer of those who did. Researchers found those who wore ill-fitting ones or who wore bras for unusually long periods were most at risk.

* Another study revealed that a 27-year-old man had sustained a fracture and ligament damage when he twisted his left middle finger while trying to unclasp the bra strap of a female companion. (See guys you are at risk for harmful injuries as well!)

http://www.thisislondon.co.uk/news/article-12904732-death-by-bra.do

Yet another "bra" incident:

* An aspiring model sued Victoria's Secret after she claimed she was injured by a bra. Ms.Lang's lawsuit claimed that early one morning while wearing the bra, she felt discomfort in her breast. When she removed the bra to alleviate the discomfort, she said it "malfunctioned," leaving a 3-inch long, ¼-inch deep laceration on her left breast. Lang claimed she would no longer be able to model with the scar.

http://www.wyff4.com/news/18776920/detail.html


This is a serious issue people!!! I think I should start a support group. I could call it... MBAKM (My Bra Almost Killed Me)......IWABMBA (I Was Attacked By My Bra Anonymous),.... BBI (Bad Bra Incidents) .......WAB (Women Against Bra's).... BAB (Boobs Against Bras)....SOWABW (The Sisterhood of Women Against Bra Wearing)....

I think I like WAB the best. It's simple. If anyone would like to join my WAB group please let me know. We will be protesting outside of Victoria's Secret Thursday at 1:00pm. If I still have time on my lunch break we will then walk over to the women's underwear section at Macy's and protest there as well.

I realize this movement was attempted in the 70's as well. Dang hippies have to steal my thunder. But this is actually for a cause. To make women's lives all over the world better. Breezier. Free-er. Isn't that what this country is about? Freedom.