Ramblings of a Kira

Sketchy Tattoo Shop Situation

2010-09-25T21:17:00.000-07:00

So I thought I would write a little post about the Sketchy Tattoo Shop Situation I was in yesterday (in case you didn't get that from the title I thought I would re-write that for good measure). I bought a new phone off of eBay probably about a month ago and it was supposed to be unlocked. It wasn't and I have been battling it out with the turd who sold it to me ever since. Since I already paid for an unlocked phone I really didn't want to pay again but my phone was on its last leg (maybe even its last baby toe, that's the weird one with the somewhat strange little toenail) So I looked on KSL.com and found someone who would do it for 15 dollars. I called him when I got off work and he said he was at work and gave me the address. It was close to the salon I work at so I headed down, all excited to finally be able to use the phone. I got there and it was a very shady tattoo shop with bars on the windows and was in the Utah version of Spanish Harlem. Close to the Salon, yet worlds away. This probably should have deterred me but again I was on the baby toe of my last phone. I walked in and 3 strapping Spanish dudes and an older one who looks like he hasn't weathered the storm very well were all just staring at me. This went on for seriously 20 seconds without a word said. Now I don't get freaked out very easy but this was very intimidating. I finally asked if Anthony was there and he popped his head around the corner and said hi. So I gave him my phone and he said it would take about 35 minutes to unlock. I definitely didn't want to leave my phone there for that long, and yet I didn't want to stay either. I sat down on the bench and started texting people about the situation I was in now and was hoping if my dead body showed up on the side of the freeway they would know where to look. Then the weathered dude started talking to me. Any time he wanted my attention he said "Girl" and I was to answer. We talked about tattoo politics and he was actually very chatty and friendly. He was giving these 2 young dudes their first tattoos. Finally Anthony came back and asked for my sim card. I now was thinking the text messages were a mistake because now he would be making it all work and if someone replies back about my text they would all know I was talking crap. Again I heard "Girl" and talked to the leather looking one. Finally after about 40 minutes Anthony came back and showed me all of the features he installed and how to use them and was very helpful. Long story short....Don't judge a book by its cover, and when answering internet ads, take a friend well versed in Kung Fu Karate Chops and kicks with a keeeyyyyah kahhhh!

Most amazing chat.

2010-08-11T10:07:00.000-07:00

annwigham@gmail.com: i have a great white shark tattoo
annwigham@gmail.com: did you know that?
kiralouwho@gmail.com/6A5D17E9: no
kiralouwho@gmail.com/6A5D17E9: where
annwigham@gmail.com: my thigh
annwigham@gmail.com: goes from above my knee to right below my bum
annwigham@gmail.com: haha
kiralouwho@gmail.com/6A5D17E9: woah
kiralouwho@gmail.com/6A5D17E9: thats serious business
annwigham@gmail.com: it's almost finished... and then i will get a buddy to keep him company on the other side of the same leg
annwigham@gmail.com: yeah
annwigham@gmail.com: it rules
kiralouwho@gmail.com/6A5D17E9: hammerhead?
annwigham@gmail.com: it will be omazing

kiralouwho@gmail.com/6A5D17E9: get a hammerhead

annwigham@gmail.com: haha nope
kiralouwho@gmail.com/6A5D17E9: eff
annwigham@gmail.com: another great white probably
annwigham@gmail.com: and maybe with some surfer legs sticking out of its mouth
kiralouwho@gmail.com/6A5D17E9: well my vote would be a hammerhead
annwigham@gmail.com: ha
annwigham@gmail.com: hammerhead = least favorite shark
kiralouwho@gmail.com/6A5D17E9: pssh
kiralouwho@gmail.com/6A5D17E9: electric eel?
annwigham@gmail.com: nope
annwigham@gmail.com: another bad ass great white
annwigham@gmail.com: haha kira
annwigham@gmail.com: it's already been decided
annwigham@gmail.com: lol
kiralouwho@gmail.com/6A5D17E9: get the crocodile hunter and a sting ray and electric bolts
kiralouwho@gmail.com/6A5D17E9: hahaha
annwigham@gmail.com: LMAO
annwigham@gmail.com: hahaha
annwigham@gmail.com: see isn't this cheering you up even slightly?
kiralouwho@gmail.com/6A5D17E9: yes actually
annwigham@gmail.com: hehehehe

Oooooh McSteamy!

2010-07-28T18:35:00.000-07:00

I have a new love of my life. His name is McSteamy and he keeps it hot. I know this may come as a surprise to most because I have been single for so long but we just started our love affair today. He is a steam cleaner and I have been using him all around the house. Toilets are sparkling, nooks and cranny's have been steamed and I will never clean the same again. Toast to my new boyfriend McSteamy......you have steamed your way into the nooks and cranny's of my heart.

One of those moments

2010-05-19T22:23:00.000-07:00

Ever had one of those moments where your mouth keeps moving and your brain screams shut up, shut up, you sound lame. My life is a collection of these moments strung together with some other boring crap in between. Tonight at Scrapbook Club we were talking about our favorite TV shows (that whole sentence is on the lame side) and I brought up the Good Wife. I have been very into this show since the beginning. Brandie (scrapbook hostess extraordinaire!) said that she thought it was weird Pee Wee Herman was playing Eli Gould. I get all into this conversation because I am a Pee Wee Fan. I have discovered that should be something I probably shouldn't share with everyone. I was getting a little feisty about how Gould was not played by Pee Wee. Brandie said that it looks just like him. I was again a bit feisty about this and said they look nothing alike. Then I have to offer up the fact that I would have known if he was doing that show because I am a fan on Facebook and I get updates on his goings ons. (again brain screaming SHUT UP, SHUT UP) I never listen to my brain because it takes too long to process anything that my mouth is saying and it just comes out.

This is where I say "I embrace me for the amazing things that pop out of my mouth and will continue doing this, whether I want to or not.
To see the funny man himself click here

Theme Music

2010-02-19T08:23:00.001-08:00

Have you ever wondered if guest's on Ellen get to pick the music they walk out to? I always wonder that and if they do - what is the thought process that goes behind it?
I must have a lot of time on my hands because these are the things I think about on a regular basis. Having put much thought into this, I have finally come up with an answer I am proud to claim. I think you cant have a song that is too trendy at the time, because you always end up sick of it at one time or another and it needs to be something that makes you happy ANY time you listen to it. Last but not least it needs to say something about you and your personality.

With all factors taken into account, my theme song is Groove is in the Heart by Deee-Lite. It makes me smile every time I hear it and makes me wanna dance. Also slide whistles should always be included in any theme music because they make me laugh. Bring the slide whistle back into all forms of music. I like a musical instrument I can play with no skill or musical ability.

Old Lady Dancin'

2010-01-07T08:23:00.001-08:00

So I did something unheard of last night. I went dancing, and on a weeknight as well....breaking all kinds of old lady rules!
It was my brother Jeremy's 25th birthday and he was having a dinner and a night dedicated to him at Skybar. This was my first encounter with the Skybar and I will have to say, the food is totally over rated and over priced but the view was cool. My friend Erin and her boyfriend Kris came as well as a bunch of Jeremy's friends and Whit. One of my brother's friends Danielle came in and was like "Oh Hey Allee." I was like "Hi Danielle, its Kira." I think she felt a little embarrassed but sadly that was the least awkward mistaking for Allee of the night. Once dinner was over we went into the club part and I was standing with my friend Erin and this dude came up to me and said "Heyyy!" and went for a hug. I had NO idea who this person was so I kinda stepped back and said "Do I know you? " and he got a look on his face like....DUHHHH! and said "Are you joking?"...and kinda chuckled. I am not a super touchy person so I really didn't want to give this random dude a hug. He then said in a mocking tone, "Is your name Allee Fleming?" and I came back with a serious tone "No its not." Then he looked totally embarrassed and I said "That is my little sister."
Part of me see's how Allee and I look alike, but part of me doesn't. She is a lot shorter than I am and has a very petite build. (Not that I mind being mistaken for someone who is almost 8 years younger than myself, and a lot smaller....Its like every girls dream. haha ) I just don't see how we get mistaken for each other to that extent. There was another one of Jeremy's friends who I have met before and I can almost guarantee Allee has too.....and it just dawned on him last night that there were two of us.

I have a few highlights from the night as well. I find people absolutely fascinating in clubs. Its such a weird display of human behavior. No where else can you be and have some random dude try and rub up on you and call it "dancing". No you are not fooling anyone and ladies why has this become acceptable? If I was standing at the grocery store and a random dude rubbed up on me and called it grocery shopping would I find that acceptable behavior? No I would not.

One of my favorite moments were the dude's. My first hit on of the night (for some reason I was on fire that night or something because man, had to beat them off with a stick.....hehehe) was this guy who I have lovingly nicknamed Hot Dog Neck. I can give him a semi-mean nickname because he had no game. I was hanging with Erin and a waitress came up to me and said a guy at the table over there wants to buy you a drink, but there is a catch. You have to go over there and talk to him. I didnt even look in the direction she was pointing for two reasons 1) If someone is having the guts to hit on you, but then undoing all they have done by having a waitress make the first move, Guys grow a set and talk to a girl yourself! and b) I will never pick up a guy at a club ever. Gross. I did later sneak a peek and the spineless dude hitting on me and all I could see was a shaved head and what looked like a package of hot dogs on the back of his neck and head. So when she said "he is over there at the table" I said "well I dont drink so he cant buy me a drink." Crisis averted right? Not quite....

There was also this dude who kept asking me to dance even after being rejected multiple times. I, in no way, would like to dance with you dude....stop asking. I'm not drinking so I wont forget you asked me ten minutes ago.

Erin and I had some amazing moves and tried to do some butt poppin (yeah I am white.....it doesn't happen) and then we did any old dance moves or dorky moves we could think of (think the twist and what you automatically think of when you dance to Jitterbug by Wham. Oh and on a few rap songs I got a little thuggy. All of this I would try and pretend I could pull it off...but by the end I would start giggling.

So back to Hot Dog Neck. He kept lurking around and even went and danced with some chick but he was looking over at me. Seriously there is no way you are making me jealous so don't think that is gonna work. Finally at the very end of the night he came up to me and Whitney and was dancing by us. This is where the other guy, the one who wouldn't get a hint that I didnt want to talk to him actually kind of saved me. He came up while Hot Dog Neck was still trying to get the balls to talk to me and again asked me to dance with him. I had to reject again and get a little more firm and mean like a badger so maybe this would be the last time.

So what this boils down to: I had super fun, got hit on (always a good little boost) and I got to be sassy to lame guys. Excellent birthday for my Jeremy!

My Grandmother Is amazing.

2009-10-28T21:29:00.000-07:00

Something that will make anyone completely happy is my sassy Grandma. You always know she will give it to you straight and that's what makes everybody love her. Last week I was doing her perm and I told her I went out with Whitney to see Jeremy play and his club was having a Halloween costume contest. I had an amazing thrown-together-in-15-minutes costume from last year so I decided to go. I ended up winning the contest and was telling my Grandma about it. The award winning costume (haha) was the Bride of Frankenstein and I was telling her how I made it and did my makeup. Then I mentioned I used black liquid eyeliner for the stitches around my neck and I laughed how, by the end of the night, my double chin had smeared it. She simply stated "Oh yes, you have always had that double chin." Funny thing is, she is right but I still won 50 dollars so I win.
P.S. I was taking pictures, so this is the only one I have of me....but Whit and I are ADORABLE if I must say so.

Elevators are awkward

2009-10-28T21:08:00.000-07:00

When you get on an elevator and someone else is on there, its always sort of a panic situation. You are trapped with a complete stranger and do you acknowledge them or pretend they aren't there? Do you make forced conversation or remain in the still and quiet as the floors pass?

The reason I bring this up is my friend had an emergency surgery and I went to the hospital to visit her. I went to get on the elevator and there was a guy in there (who I would estimate to be in his 60's) and he asked me what floor I needed. This isn't uncommon behavior but after I told him 10 he said "Oh this will be a short date?" I have to admit this threw me off.....I laughed and said "Yeah we are only together for 5 floors" Then his floor came up and he got out and as the doors were shutting he said "I will miss you". That actually made me laugh pretty hard. I say bravo to this kind fellow for making the awkward elevator situation a funny joke but if this dude had been younger I would have been totally creeped out.

A blog about a song.

2009-10-08T19:21:00.000-07:00

So I was minding my own business driving home with the iPod on shuffle and a song came on I totally forgot about and Im pretty sure it is my favorite song of all time. I can distinctly remember the first time I heard it, and the weekend following it. The song was New Noise by Refused. (the whole cd is amazing.)

Rewind to 10 years ago, I had just moved out with my friends and we were going to visit my other friend Erin at the salon she worked at in Sugarhouse. In the car it was me, Heather, Bekah and this dude Jake. (I cant recall his last name but can recall the nickname we gave him.) He put in a cd and instantly I was struck with how amazing it was, and seriously got the chills. He was doing his boy dancing/air drum playing in the front seat. I don't remember any other details of that night but I remember that song.

The next memory was the following weekend. I had Saturday's off and so did Heather. She had parked behind Bekah but wasn't at home, and Bekah needed to get to work. She gave me the keys to her car and she took mine. At the time I had a lame Nissan Sentra...basic soccer mom-mobile and she had a cute VW convertible. So after I woke up and got ready I went to drive around in the way cooler car. (No big deal) I went to Graywhale and bought the cd with THE song. It was a nice day and I got to rock out with the wind in my hair. Aaah to be young and silly again.

Now I know this definitely isnt everyone's cup of tea, but it is totally mine! I dislike (with the firey passion of the sun) slow music and there is something enchanting about a dude who can scream like that.

I thought I would write that down before I forget due to old age (hello last year of my 20's!) or just all round forgetting everything.

Top Story

2009-08-22T19:00:00.001-07:00

So I was watching the news last night (yes this in itself is unique and blog post worthy because it doesn't happen very often) but their lead story was how a lifeguard saved a life. ** Is it me or is this strange. I am pretty sure I don't get on the news because I did hair today (amazingly I might add - not to ring my own bell) I was under the impression that is the function of a lifeguards. Its even in the name of the job. Maybe this was impressive because the teen who saved the kid was actually paying attention to what he should be doing (saving lives) and not what most lifeguards do.....working on a fast track to skin cancer and checking out babes in bikinis.

On Monday I expect to be on the news because I went to work and did payroll. This may be what I get paid to do, but I want news coverage.

** I am in now way mocking the awesomeness of a kid being saved.....that is fantastic. Nobody wants to lose a loved one.

TWICE IN ONE DAY!!!!!

2009-07-27T21:11:00.000-07:00

So I have a confession. I may have a serious addiction........to reality TV. I am not sure if this is an added perk to the Kira package or if its something that happens to come with Kira that you just have to deal with. Either way, saying out loud I have an addiction to said TV shows makes it all ok. So twice today I have had the results of reality dating shows revealed to me in the middle of watching the finale. Yes its called DVR people, not everyone watches in real time.
The first show ruined by others was Daisy of Love. Yes this may be more trash than TV but either way I watch. Signed into Facebook mid-watch and it was a status update on someones page. Yes I could finish out the day with this knowledge, because really it didn't matter all that much to me. (Yes she made a choice of someone on her reading level.)
So I have had the Bachelorette ruined for me a couple of times by people talking about it before I watched it so tonight I let it record ahead so I wouldnt have to watch commercials. This was even mentioned to my mom today, saying I have to watch it before I can sign into facebook or watch other TV because it keeps getting ruined. I was mid way through and my lovely friend Jana sent me a text message asking if I was watching it. I replied back Yes I was, but dont tell me because I was behind. She mis-read this and texted back, She chose Ed. BAHHHHHHHH! Then I called her an A-hole (may not be my proudest moment but maybe a bit justified- haha) Then she responded that Reid came back and proposed as well and she said no.

Why!!!!! I dont have much in the dating or reality worlds going on in my life, so I watch silly TV shows and they get ruined. I may not be ok the rest of the summer.
Or I may be over it in 10 minutes. I hope for the 2nd but there are no guarentees.

Just Sayin'

2009-06-25T18:26:00.001-07:00

At what point in life does this seem like a good swimsuit option? The bright tropical pattern/colors, the weird ruffle skirt. Bad Idea all around.

Say it isnt So!

2009-06-24T19:16:00.000-07:00

Can a girl dream? Is it too good to be true?
Word on the street is, after 8 weeks, the parents have the go ahead to move from my house, back into there house. If you need me I will be walking around my house in my underwear (something I have not done for 8 weeks)
Maybe I will recreate an 80's movie dance sequence (think Footloose meets Flashdance, meets Girls Just Want to Have Fun.) around the house in my underwear in celebration.

Living Alone

2009-06-17T10:17:00.000-07:00

One thing I cant seem to get used to, when living with others is the shower temperature. I have been spoiled living alone. I usually have the water temperature right below blistering my skin in the shower and I wake up while standing there for a long time. (always amazing on the hair color) I am not what we call a "morning person". I hate morning and wish I never had to do anything. I just need my alone time in the morning and this fine morning after not sleeping most of the early morning hours. I fell asleep right before I needed to get up for work so I was especially not feeling it. So I drag my lazy carcass to the shower and get it to the perfect conditions and stand there. Then I get the shock of my life. Ice water streaming all over. My mom got in the other shower and had a load of laundry going. Sometimes if you get out of the stream of water it will flip back to normal but not today. I stood there for what felt like eternity and it stayed in the polar ice cap range. Finally I change the temp and had to turn it almost to all the way hot before it even changed. There was no waiting for the conditioner today because I didn't know what the water would bring.

Towels

2009-06-03T11:23:00.001-07:00

Lately I have been working quite a bit at the salon and there is one thing in common every time. I come in, and there is a couple of clean, dry towels, and there is a stack of used towels in the bin. It takes nano seconds of time to put a load of towels in, or switch them to the dryer but it would seem the full time girls at the salon cant pick this concept up. Nobody is perfect and everyone forgets things once and a while but come on!
Since I am on the salon rant, another thing that drives me nuts is having to do ugly hair. Now I try and give advice on what people should and shouldn't do and they having their own personal choices can choose not to follow it. I just hate when its so far off base that I hate it and want to put a bag over their head and tell them to forget who did their hair.
Example: I used to do this lady at Finnish Touch Day Spa that was from a different country and wanted me to braid her hair in little braids and perm it. After trying to talk her out of this idea for quite a long time and explaining that it would look like straight hair at the roots, then frizzy, then straight at the ends I finally gave in and did it. It was even uglier than I had pictured in my head and after she left that night I was sure she was going to call and complain. I told my manager about it to give a heads up and I was surprised that I never got a complaint. I was even more surprised when she came back to me for the 3 years I worked there.

Magazines in the bathroom

2009-06-03T11:13:00.000-07:00

So I was at work today and it just dawned on me that there are magazines in the bathroom. This may sound exciting......stressful day, locking yourself in the bathroom and sneaking articles about your favorite celebrity, but no, the magazines in the work bathroom are Electrical Contractor. I'm pretty sure even electricians find the June issue of Electrical Contractor to be boring and put them right to sleep. Another thing I was wondering is why would you want to spend that kind of time in your work bathroom? Its not what I would think of as appealing and want to pull a foot rest and a magazine out to spend some time. Its where all of everybody gets to go, to go.

So my question is now: Where is my US Weekly, People or Tiger Beat?

Kathy is Krazy!

2009-05-22T19:39:00.001-07:00

So I am spending the weekend up with my family at the cabin, and my funny aunt Kathy has been talking about Farm Town on Facebook. I had never heard about this but this is serious business. She was desperate to get her computer out to harvest her crops she planted last night. She has been talking about this computer game like its life and death. I guess she even has her daughter harvest her crops if she cant get to them in time. Then she tells me that she actually said how she has talked to childhood friends on her farm for 20 minutes. Im so glad Im not into video games so I dont have to re-arrange my life to harvest my crops.

My dog hates my guts and I am 28 and living with my parents.

2009-05-21T21:49:00.000-07:00

So two weeks ago yesterday my parents were awakened by the smell of electrical fire in their house....long story short, their house was on fire and has been deemed unlivable by the powers that be. (I know this because of the two giant signs on the front door.) I went over there the morning the fire was put out to help my parents gather clothing and dogs and whatever else they would need to live for a while. They were insisting on staying at a extended stay hotel. I loaded the car up with my moms clothes, and we drove in a caravan over there. My mom went in and got the key to the room and we started taking a load up. We enter this fine establishment and it stuck of dirty and smokers. It was just like a Motel 6 I once stayed in except it had a fridge, and I again offered to have them come live with me. My mom went down to my dad who was getting another load and said "Kira offered again to come stay with her" and my dad said "In about a week that's gonna sound pretty good." Then my mom said "Wanna go now?" and there it was decided, this 28 year old was living with her parents....again.

It was actually nice when Heather was here to have them help us and have them here. Heather is like a sister from another mister so she is one of the family. Now she has been gone a few days and its just us. I don't think this would be as bad but I work for my dad. This is actually the hardest job I have ever had. I know some people go work for their parents for a free ride, but that is not the case in my family. My Dad knows he can be his true self and actually expects more because you are related. This is ok, when I can go home and get away, but the last few days we have been a little snippy with each other. I think because I am part Office Manager part slave at work, he thinks this is going to spill into our now living situation. I have definately let it be known, this is not the case. Please know I love my parents and would never want them anywhere else, and one day we will laugh about how silly we are with each other, but it might be a little while before that happens. (Or I could go to jail for murder)

Funny thing happened at dinner tonight. I did my Grandma's perm and I knew the Salt Lake Dine Around is ending soon so I said we should all go out. It ended up being Jeremy, Whitney, and Grunter, My Mom, Dad and Grandma and of course me! We went to Bambara and had a great time. Since its downtown we all had our cars valet-ed? (is that a word) Anyway, so we were going to leave and my parents got their car before I did, so they were getting in and my Mom says "Bye Kira, see you tomorrow." I kind of paused and said......"Ummm.. you not going home tonight?" We both had a good laugh and I said I will see you after I drop Grandma off. (On a side note I did a new perm on my grandma's hair and it has a Green tint to make sure you get it everywhere you need to, see attached photo. She did point out that green is her favorite color and I offered to make it a permanent thing but sadly she didnt want to stand out in church - really that was the reason she gave me. Not the fact that her little bushy fluffy hair, if turned green, would look like someone's hedges)

Another thing about having my parents live with me, my dog absolutely adores my dad. I would like to believe its because he feeds him human food and he isnt supposed to but I know Toby just loves my dad. So at night I have to force my dog to come sleep with me. Kira is a sad dog mom. He has been my best cuddler for 3 years, my dad moves in for a few days and he tries to hide from me so he can stay with Grandpa. I will make him love me, weather he wants to or not! haha.

Help send Toby to college

2009-05-17T18:18:00.000-07:00

I have started a new business making cute headbands. Check out my blog for it or my etsy store.
Also buy some!

http://theurbantrends.blogspot.com/

theurbantrends.etsy.com

Rants of Pants!

2009-05-05T08:11:00.000-07:00

Why is it that they don't make jeans for the ladies that don't show off major butt crack? This is not a good look on ANYONE. Skinny, fat, old, young plumbers crack is never acceptable. I have bought a few pairs of jeans the last few months (due to not fitting into any of the "goal" jeans I own) and they all have one thing in common.....a few sits and BAM there is my bum. I know everyone in my life is used to this by now but I will not accept butt! There are not enough long shirts in the world for me to cover where my jeans should be. I think I will bring back the mom/school teacher jeans that look like they are engulfing the bottom half of your body. Jeans that can touch your bra are probably not gonna show butt crack right? (PS that is not my bum)

Electric Scissors

2009-04-29T22:03:00.000-07:00

What kind of lazy ass purchases electric scissors? Tha'd be me. I have been making so many headbands lately that my right arm is going to fall off from the use of scissors. My mom actually suggested the electric scissors and I didn't know such thing existed. It does and they are amazing. They cut through leather like a hot knife through butter. I feel like its sped up my leather cutting quite a bit. Toby is terrified of them, because they make a noise. (as he is afraid of most anything) so his new nap room is the extra room. He prefers the extra room more than being with me I think. If you get a dog for company and he prefers to be in the extra room due to your constant use of electric scissors......its time to get outside and take him on a walk. One day I might get around to it.

Tattoo

2009-04-23T20:50:00.000-07:00

Just thought I would write down a weird little something inspired by my dad. At 18 I got a tattoo. At 18 my dad saw my tattoo and freaked out. He has never liked the whole idea of it.......ever.
Skip forward ten years. I have one adorable dog, and he is almost as weird as my dad. One day a few months after I got Toby I had to take him into the vet so I took him to work with me. The next day my dad was almost put out that I didn't bring the dog. So ever since Toby goes to work with me. He owns that shop and its where he goes to play and get tattoos.
Get tattoos you ask? Yes, every few days my strange father gets his sharpie and writes things on the underside of Toby's ears. At first I tried to strongly discourage this practice because I hate it. That always seems to ad fuel to the fire. He has had some interesting tattoos.....when the Olympics were on his ears said Team USA. I really had to draw the line when my dad was watching some Holocaust show on the History Channel and he drew a swastica in there. It was kindof embarassing to try and explain to the UPS guy why my dog is racist.
I have no idea why I made a post about this, but there it is....good memories.

"Yard" work.

2009-04-23T20:38:00.000-07:00

I have been doing what I like to call Yard Work. I live in a townhouse so the word yard is a huge stretch. I planted 40 bulbs on Sunday and got one wicked sunburn on the back of one arm. It looks pretty amazing and I cant believe this look hasn't caught on yet.
I planted them in the one Sun spot in my back yard, and all along the front of my place for all the neighbors to enjoy. Today I went to Walmart and bought a bunch of flowers to put in the flower pots I bought last year. (Due to budgetary restrictions I do things like this in years. One year buy the pots, next year, take them out of the garage and put flowers in them. I am actually really excited to have pots by the front door I never use.

Then I moved on to the back yard. While at Walmart I bought my first shovel. Not one of those cute trowel type shovels, but a real shovel. Im becoming so domesticated. So I wanted to plant some shade bulbs and I have discovered one thing about my yard. Im pretty sure they got my flower bed soil at the rock quarry. You wouldnt believe the rocks I was pulling out. They were the size of Toby. Made for hard soil and my back is killing. I will be taking free back massages from anyone who is good at them, and not creepy.

I dont know what my deal is but,

2009-04-18T00:22:00.000-07:00

I am CONSTANTLY misplacing things, mostly my keys. You would think I would learn my lesson and get a janitor key chain and hook it to my belt but I just cant do that. So I just went and hung with Erin and went to our friend Ann's party. We had lots of fun and she went to drop me off, and I searched through my bag and panicked - no keys. This is a normal 50x a day occurrence so I searched all the usual pockets and nooks and cranny's in my purse and no keys. So I spilled the contents of the messiest purse in America, and still no keys. I decided they must have fallen out at Ann's house. I called her and she didn't see them. Now at 1 in the morning the owners of my spare key (the parents) are way in bed and my mom is running the marathon in the morning. I was super panicking. I checked the floor of the car and still no keys. Then I thought maybe they were in my pocket and fell out, so I opened the car door and got out and I had been sitting on them. Crisis averted!
I do this with most everything but the other major culprit is the remote to the TV. I got a new TV this time last year so my DVR remote wont work on the TV so I have to keep track of two remotes. Can I get up, walk across the room, and change the channel, or turn it off or on? Not a chance. I would rather spend 20 mintues looking through blankets to find the two remotes.

But Kira, where will you get clean clothes?

2009-04-12T20:09:00.000-07:00

Today I broke down and did the unthinkable....I put the giant stack of clean clothes sitting in the basket in my laundry room away. I know what you are thinking, if you put your clothes away, when you go to get dressed in the morning and how will you find anything? This is the very question I posed to myself. I had an ingenious solution to this problem. I put a sign in my laundry room that says: "Go to your closet you slob". Its not that I'm a slob, its that I HATE putting laundry away. Its all clean but its on the laundry room floor getting wrinkled by the minute. If I just took the two seconds its takes to hang clothing up, I wouldn't have use for my morning squirt bottle session. Lazy laundry-putter-away-ers all know what I'm talking about. Who needs an iron when you have 10 minutes and a squirt bottle. I actually have a ceiling fan in my room that speeds this process up quite a bit.

The other day my sister-in-law Whitney said "You have tons of clothes!" I heard this but wondered why I feel like I wear the same 6 things over and over and I realized my closet is full..... The problem with this is, its full of "goal" clothes. I have a whole wardrobe of them, ranging in about 5 different sizes. If I got that whole weight thing under control, I could give away most of the non-goal clothes and be one happy camper.

If you need me I will be in my laundry room marveling at the floor, which I havent seen since Heather moved out.

April Fools

2009-04-01T22:24:00.000-07:00

I woke up to the sound of Toby throwing up in my bedding. What a sweetie. The only problem that was, the throw up was no joke. It was red, stinky and stained my sheets. He is officially grounded.

Nuff Said

2009-03-29T21:41:00.001-07:00

A letter to mister Garbage man

2009-03-23T23:19:00.001-07:00

Dear Sweet Garbage Man-

I appreciate what you do to remove stinky things from my place. I am glad someone out there will deal with other peoples trash. I have a hard enough time dealing with peoples emotional garbage, and that doesn't have dirty diapers or rotten food.

I would like to talk to you about the way you treat my beautiful army green garbage can, issued by the city. I love it when you let it spew garbage all over the street. You may try and say that it must have been over filled and that's why it was acceptable to litter my neighborhood with unwanted items. The truth of the matter is I live alone. I'm lucky if I have more than one garbage sack in there. You leave my garbage can tilted over so strange mouse like animals can find a new home while it is chilly. I love the animals, but i don't love them in my garage. Finally, to this morning, it was snowing and I put my garbage out as usual. I left and went to work and when I returned my garbage was standing up, but the lid was flipped open. Nothing like a rainy/snowy day to really get the smells and goo's in the garbage re-activated. Thank you again for this because when I went to dump the water out, it splashed on me and some toxic avenger juice almost ate through my pants.

Picky is my name, Picky is my game.

2009-03-17T22:43:00.000-07:00

In trying to have an open mind about internet dating I signed up for eharmony two weeks ago. They are always bragging that they have some special way to find a date that matches you. At this point I thought maybe they know something I don't.

Turns out they don't. After two weeks of being "matched" they say at this time the site has no more matches for me. Not suprising to me because all of these dudes looked like the typical mid thirties, goatee wearing, jazz fan. Their profiles didnt help them look any better. Im happy being single and un-matchable. You can keep your coffee shop clerk and your face-only-a-mother-can-love dudes. I have a pretty awesome dog to hang out with.

Someone needs to have an internet shopper intervention

2009-03-16T22:39:00.001-07:00

With ME!

I have to be a braggy aunt for a minute.

2009-03-16T22:15:00.000-07:00

Look at one Aubree, my weekend warrior

Who's Dad is a DJ?

Nakie Baby!

This one is a doosy.....New York trip finally. Yes I said doosy.

2009-03-03T21:46:00.000-08:00

Thursday February 19, 2009

Today started off really early. I had scrapbook club last night and then had to pack and try and get everything together, because a I'm a procrastinator. Nikki came over and of course I was half ready and scrambling. One day I will be an organized individual but for the time being I am who I am. I finished getting ready and my mom came and picked us up. She brought us two cream filled doughnuts and dropped us off at the airport. We checked our bags and had to eat said doughnut in the line for security. It was over-filled with cream so it was actually really hard because it was exploding with every bite. We got to the front of the line and got through without a hitch. We got to our gate and while we were waiting for the plane I left a message with my health insurance company for the billionth time. (We have been in a battle) We boarded the plane and got stuck next to a lady that we called Angela (from The Office) Lets just say she was a bit prickly. (and by bit I mean she was cold as ice) We played our Nintendo DS's and tried to take a nap. Angela kept elbowing me (which I cant decide was her being uncomfortable or trying to be mean.) We got here and kind of followed the crowd to the baggage claim. We weren't even sure it was the right one, and we had to wait for Angela and Phil Collins (another character from the plane, some Indy Rock looking girl who was rocking out to Phil) and there was a dude I called Dave, because he looked like a haggard version of Nikki's ex husband. Then we got our bags and walked out to the door. We were approached by a weaselly looking dude asking us if we needed a cab, to which we replied yes to. He started leading us over away from the cab line and who knows where......We wised up and went into the cab line. You never know my body could have ended up in a trash bag on the New Jersey Turnpike.

We got a cab and had him drop us off at Rockafeller Center at the NBC studios. I called Heather when we got there, and she lead us into the building and over to security so we could get visitor passes. He took our pictures and gave us a visitor pass that we hung on our coats. Then we passed all the tour groups and went into the secure area. We got into the elevator and Heather told us we didn't have to wear our badges and when we looked around nobody was wearing their badge. I think that was her subtle way of telling us we A) screamed tourist B) looked silly C) all of the above.

Then she had us put our bags in a little office on the floor she works on (the 4th) and she was almost done at work so she said we could get a snack at the cafeteria. Sounded good to me so we went to the 7th floor and she left us to eat. She sent me a text message about a half an hour later telling us to meet her on the 4th floor. We got in the elevator and the doors shut and we realized there were no buttons for floors in there. We were totally confused and then we hit the first floor. We went to change elevators in hopes of finding better luck in one of the 8 other elevators, but we realized it was full of tourists and security and felt a little silly so we rode it back up to the 7th floor. We got out totally perplexed and stood there totally confused. Finally we saw what looked like a telephone keypad and I thought I would give it a try so I hit the 4 on the keypad. It started beeping and we thought we had messed something up. Then it stopped beeping and said "E" We looked around and found that all the elevators were labeled with a number so we got on E and rode it down. Luckily this time it stopped and Heather was standing there saying "What took you guys so long?" We teased her about leaving us in uncharted territories with no instructions.

Then we got our bags and went down to the subway. It was a maze underneath the Rockafeller Center and lugging around a suitcase at quitting time was more fun then I could have imagined. We had to go through the doors that beeped and the subway worker was yelling that we needed to scan our metro card at the turn style, which I had already done, so when she yelled girl in the purple coat muotuljkjsdwoi....(the subway speakers are worse than the Arby's drive up) we just kept walking. ) We got on the right train and headed to Brooklyn. We got out and it was bitter cold. My hands were numb from the hauling of suitcase and the gloves packed somewhere inside. Finally after walking for what felt like eternity Heather said we had two blocks. I felt like she was holding out on me so I said "Long blocks or short blocks?" She said long blocks. I was counting down now! When we hit the next street I said so one more block? and she said "No, now its two blocks" I knew it! She was holding out on me. We

got to her building and then got inside the locked door and just for an extra burst of fun there were tons of stairs that were super narrow. Fun, Fun. I love heavy suitcases. We got into her apartment and I was super excited to drop that suitcase off and not have to worry about it for a while. I got my gloves out and we headed out to seek some dinner, like hunters in the wilderness.
We walked and walked and walked and got distracted along the way and went into a toy store. It was toys as far as the eye could see, packed up to the ceiling in every row. We were in there for a while and Nikki bought some stuff for her kids and we headed to our final destination. It wasn't as far as I made it out to be, but it was bitter cold outside. You would open the door and it would take your breath away. We went to a place called Pacifico. It was a cute little Mexican place, that had killer patio areas for the summertime. We got a table right next to the fire place. We ate dinner and got a picture in. Then it was time to go back, with a quick stop to Rite Aid for some things for Joe's birthday the next day. (that's Heather's boyfriend) At this point I realized a hat is absolutely necessary in New York in the winter. My ears were burning.

We walked back and just hung out at Heather's place. At about this time I discovered the only bra I took to New York (the one I was wearing) the underwire broke on one side and it was causing much discomfort. I was trying to conserve space in the suitcase for purses. Now I know whats at the top of the list for tomorrow. Get me a bra. We met her roomie Sarah, who was super nice and just hung out. I also had to do some puppet show offs. I made Joe a sock puppet of himself and one of Heather. He is the type of guy who will do super creative things with it. Like pictures and videos.

Friday, February 20, 2009

Friday morning Heather went to work and we got ready for the day. There was a bakery on the corner Heather had told us about so we were planning on going there. Right as we were about to leave there was a knock on the door and a dude with a strong Brooklyn accent was yelling Sarah. That is Heathers roommate so I answered the door. It was her building super and he was saying that he was there to fix the thermostat. There was never a mention of this so I was like well she isn't home, but she will be back later tonight. He said "Well I'm here now so I will get it fixed. There is an electrician on the way." Thinking about our almost "trip" in black trash bags to the New Jersey Turnpike... I sent a text to Heather and she confirmed he was there to install a new thermostat. So the dude left for a minute and we walked down the the bakery. I really couldn't decide what I wanted....their muffins, turnovers and bagels looked so good. I got a bagel and then at the last minute I thought I would get a turnover for later. I saw them put the turnover in my bag and then Nikki ordered and they gave her her order. The lady behind the counter said something about a bagel but she had a heavy accent so I thought she said they were working on the bagel. We stood there and stood there and I probably made some snotty comment about how they were making the bagel from scratch because it was taking so long. Finally after about 10 minutes Nikki said "Let me see your turnover." I looked in the bag and low and behold the bagel magically appeared in there. Feeling a little silly we walked out of there and back to Heather's place. Soon after the building super and the electrician were there. It was quite entertaining. The electrician came in and looked at the thermostat and said "Woah Ben Franklin himself installed this thing." Then made a comment on how it belonged in the Smithsonian. Then hearing these two guys talk was totally cute. They sounded like they were from the Soprano's. I wont get to hear that on a daily basis so it was fascinating. The electrician kept saying "but whatcha gonna do" I loved it. I need to get out more.

After breakfast we got our things together and hauled the suitcases back to Manhattan and checked into the hotel. It was called The Time and it was pretty nice for a priceline.com booking. I was afraid to get some crap hole. Nikki and I had great intentions for going to The Met but we ended up taking the yellow train to go shopping. We got off on 34th street and went to H&M because I was desperate for a hat and luckily a Victoria Secret was right there. The only hat I found they had was in the children's department and it would have fit down to my shoulders. I didn't want freezing/burning ears again so I bought it. It is just like one of those burglar beanies that I would never be caught dead in but as a last resort it kept me warm. I looked absolutely ridiculous. We went back to the hotel and Joe's roommate Tony came and met us in the hotel lobby to show us how to get to the restaurant for Joe's surprise party. We were impressed that this guy would go out of his way to come get us. We got about a block away and I realized I left the present (the puppets) I made for Joe in the hotel room. I jogged back and grabbed them and then we were off once again.

Me, Nikki and Tony on the subway--->
(check out my burgler beanie)

Disclaimer: The next part is where my inner catty-ness comes out. If you would like to think I would never stoop to this low skip the next two paragraphs. hehe

We got to the restaurant (Lil Frankies) and I walked in right behind this cute girl but she was wearing some dead rodent around her head like a halo of fur. I thought it looked totally silly and then I got introduced to her. She was part of the party. Whoops. There was a ton of introductions and I don't really remember any of the names. About 14 of them were named Tony (that might be a slight exaggeration) and the only Tony I could remember had to leave. Now Nikki and I were left with rodent halo and friends. We were waiting for our table forever and Heather and Joe walked in before we ever got sat. SURPRISE! Nothing like a 40th birthday surprise of your friends awkwardly standing in the restaurant waiting to be seated. While we were standing there we realized Elijah Wood was in the restaurant as well. To me, never having watched any lord of the rings, this wasn't a big deal. To others it was. He had bulgier eyes in person than in the movies and was not very attractive at all. It was my one star sighting so I thought I would mention it.

So we finally got sat and our table was inches from the surrounding tables. I felt bad for the waiters there because there was no room for them to walk by at all. They still needed to so it was bumping and squeezing through the isle. When I ordered my pizza I got to yell it to the other end of the table because the waiter didn't want to squeeze past everyone. I wanted a plain cheese pizza but there was no such thing on the menu or no mention of a build your own type pizza so I ordered the margarita pizza no tomatoes. The waiter said so you just want crust and cheese? no sauce? and I said I wanted sauce but not tomatoes on top. He explained that the tomatoes were in the sauce. I made this way more complicated than it needed to be so then I said I want a cheese pizza. At the other end of the table was blonde dude. He was one of the friends and he said "who is the cute girl at the end? (being me) and then fabio and hair dude looked all shocked and weird and said something and blonde dude said "oh" looking kind of put off. Yes boys I heard the first part and judging from the second part Im guessing whatever was said in response was not good. Strange. Anyway from the surrounding conversations I realized I am so glad I live in Utah. Rodent halo was from Provo and seemed like she wanted to be totally disconnected from where she grew up. She was nice enough just seemed to really be caught up in things that dont really matter to me like 280 dollar shoes and the fact that her babysitter has no teeth and wears a wig. That was mentioned on several occasions and I kept wondering if this is so unacceptable to you, why are you leaving your kid with her. There were several jabs at Utah and how much better New York is and blah blah blah. Then she told us that Fabio (he is either trying to grow his hair out, or just got a bad longer haircut) is married to a sweedish model and I was supposed to be impressed by this I think. I looked at him and saw him flip his hair on a few occasions and thats why I named him Fabio. There was also hair dude. He was married to Rodent Halo and they had a kid named Baxter Baxter. She was from Utah and he had lived here, they long distance dated and now they both live there. Rodent Halo had to point out that she didn't take his last name and many women in Brooklyn don't. She named her kid her maiden last name so she will call the doctor and say "Hi my name is Rodent Halo Baxter and my son Baxter needs an appointment." Then the doctors office will say your sons name is Baxter Baxter? Then she will have to explain everything I just said. Sounds like alot of work to me. Why not call and just say "Hi my son Baxter hair dude needs an appointment.

Anyways, it was a long dinner to say the least. I had fun though, its interesting to see the social parts of other peoples lives. I also gave Joe the sock puppets I made which was kinda funny. They are of him and Heather. There is a whole story about this, but I will edit it due to this long entry.

Then after dinner was done we got on the subway to Brooklyn so Heather could get her things, cause she was going to stay with us in the hotel. Rodent Halo and Hair Dude also live in Brooklyn so I got to talk to them some more. They asked what I did and I said I worked for an electrical contractor and did hair. Then I made a joke about how they go hand in hand. No Laughs......geesh. Then hair dude started asking if I used Aveda and I said no...its too earthy for this girl. Then he asked if I used Bumble and Bumble....I said I used to but don't at the current salon but I would love to.....Why? He works for both companies doing their website and advertising. Oh sweet. Hook me up! hahah There was more chatter about expensive shoes and other things I don't care about. Finally we were to Heathers house and we got her things and went back on the subway back to The Time. By now we were all pretty wiped. We pretty much went to bed.

Saturday February 21, 2009
started off really good, we all woke up and got ready and went to a restaurant called The Corner Cafe....I think it was in the Village. I had the most amazing french toast of my life......are you ready for this? It was creme brulee soaked french toast with a blackberry syrup. Its worth the trip to New York just for it. Who loves food? I Do I Do!
OK off that rant.....After breakfast we went to New York Tenement Museum. I had no idea what this was, but its a building restored to original living conditions of the tenement's between 1863 to 1935. Think gangs of New York or movies like it. Completely fascinating. I would recommend it to anyone. Then, since we were in the area, I needed to get some purse shopping in. Usually this is the highlight of the trip but I discovered one needs to be into knock off purses to like it. Heather and Nikki do not appreciate it like me and the ladies in my family do. It was less than fun because you could feel the tension in the air that they were not happy about hunting around like I was. I got some for the people in my life who gave me an order before I left and that was it. Poor purses, next time I will hang with you longer. Ha. Then before my friends killed me we took the purses back to the hotel room and went to dinner at a little restaurant just a few doors down. It was close and we were hungry. We ate there and I had an amazing lemon chicken and then we went back to the room and watched TV for a minute, then Heather wanted to go to a comedy show. She called around and found the recommended one and while we were arranging it with ourselves the show sold out. Boo. I suggested we go to Times Square so we could get some night pictures. We did that for a while and then they wanted to go hang at a coffee shop. Surprisingly hard to find in Times Square, unless you want to go to a Starbucks with no seating. We ended up wandering around and giving up and going to Applebee's because it was close and we were tired. Nothing like traveling across the country and going to a restaurant that you can attend at home. We had one snotty waitress that was not at all amused that we were just getting drinks and desert. It was one step down from yelling "NOOOOOOOO!" and running away from the table. This seemed to bother the other two and it made me want to stay there extra long to show her who's boss. haha. After that we were pretty much exhausted from walking all day so we went and crashed.

Sunday Morning started off with Heather thinking it would be awesome to wake up at 6 again. I didn't sleep much of the night so I didn't even hear her get up. She got up and got ready and went and got tea and then came back and woke us up. Boo again. I got ready and then had to stitch my suitcase back up so it would make it home without spilling its glorious contents for all the bag throwers to see. (this has happened to me before...stupid old suitcases) Then we went to a restaurant that was right by the MoMa that was supposed to be really good and it was super busy. The only thing I noticed was it was super overpriced. I got french toast once again because it came with bacon and everything else was separate. Heather didn't realize this and ordered a 17 dollar egg, 17 dollar plate of fruit, and 17 dollar toast. She realized when the bill came. The food wasn't even that good and our bill for 3 breakfasts was 75 dollars.

After that we went to the MoMa gift shop and looked around for a while and I got some presents for my family and then Joe met up with us and we walked back to the subway and on the way I had to get one last H&M visit in. Then we went to the hotel, got our bags and had one sad farewell with the Dragon. I miss her. Then we got to the airport and had some time to kill so we thought we would get some airport food before the long flight back. (OK not that long) There was a selection of super expensive Chili's, Burger King or Sabarro. We picked Sabarro and it was like melted cheese on cardboard. Still not sure if the other options would have been better. So after our delicious cardboard we went to our gate and you will never believe who was there! Dave look alike from our flight there! I have never laughed so hard. I'm glad nicknames are given at every chance possible because I was like "Nikki! Its Dave!
So we wait and board the plane and are stuck waiting in the isle for people to load their overhead baggage. We got stuck right next to Dave and being the friendly girl Nikki is started chatting him up. She asked if he had a good trip and he answered yes but it was work and then she asked where he worked and he said he was in a band that played somewhere in NYC and Atlantic City. Then she asked what band and he said "Air Supply" Both of us were like "oh!" Then he asked what we were there for and she said we were visiting a friend and he said good for you. THen there was this akward silence and then she blurts out "Yeah......we have friends." Luckily the line started moving so this amazing exchange could stop. Then the whole flight we tried to remember what Air Supply sang. It was driving us nuts and still didnt know until tonight when I decided to look it up on You Tube. (Im All Out Of Love....Im so lost without you, I know you were wrong...etc) I know you were all just trying to think of it...and didnt know. haha

Then the 5-ish hour flight followed and I felt like after 1 hour it was supposed to be done. By the time we landed I was crawling the walls with that "I cant sit here one more second" feeling. Then we got our bags, got stuck seeing Air Supply Dave at baggage claim and then my sweet mom and Toby picked us up.

That trip was too short, but if it was any longer think how much more blog you would have to read. I did you a favor by having such a short trip. Crap now I cant get that stupid Air Supply song out of my head.

Distraction Squared

2009-02-24T21:20:00.000-08:00

Today I got my final parting gift from New York, a nice head cold. I worked today, and then went and did hair and all I wanted to do was eat dinner and crawl into bed. I ate dinner and made my way upstairs for 4 minutes and my doorbell rings. Nobody comes to my door unexpectedly so I was slightly on guard. I called through my intercom to the front door and nobody answered the two times I asked who it was. Toby of course, was all anxious and wouldn't keep up appearances that I wasn't home, so I headed for the door. Then the doorbell rings 3 times in a row and there is knocking. I knew exactly who it was. My Allee. I was right. My mom needed me to scan some pictures for her (since I borrowed her scanner eon's ago and haven't returned it) so Allee brought it over to my house and was going to just drop them off. Skip to 3.5 hours later, Allee leaves....or so I think. I don't know how the two of us together hold a conversation but it will fill three and a half hours of babble. She finally leaves and I thought I would let Toby go to the bathroom out in the "front" yard. She was still in the driveway so I knocked on the window and she couldn't find her iPod. She was digging through her ginormous purse with 3 million things you don't need to carry around with you, and I had flashbacks of myself in New York digging through my purse and losing everything in there. I compare both of us to when someone jingles their keys in front of you so they can do something else or says "Look over there" and steals something. We are the poor distracted ones who fall for this nonsense. Anyway, Allee leaves and I call her and say I have a new nickname for us, its distraction squared. She started laughing and we both know its totally fitting.

Peas in a pod.

I appreciate the space I have here.

2009-02-23T20:25:00.000-08:00

So I got back from New York last night and today I went to Walmart for groceries. This is usually my aggravation high point in my week (due to idiots roaming the isles) but today I felt like I could cartwheel through the isles. Yay for space. We went shopping on 34th street right off the yellow train while Heather was at work, and it sucked my passion for shopping right out of me. There were people everywhere and I was constantly in somebody's way.
I will post about the trip tonight, just havent had the time or the internet connection yet.

Alarm Clock

2009-02-16T21:47:00.000-08:00

This morning I was busy disarming a bomb, which was incredibly important because I was an international spy. Every time I was about to cut the wrong wire, a beeping would occur (almost like that game Operation) and I would choose a different wire. Apparently this went on for 35 minutes because my alarm clock was sent to go off at 7 and I didn't wake up until 7:35. I was highly annoyed at this persistent beeping, but not enough to actually wake me. This is pretty amazing for the following reasons: I have major sleeping problems and b) I, in no way, resemble a spy in any area of my life. It could be attributed to the 4 hours I was awake from about 2 am to 6 am. So in a fashion I hate (being rushed in the morning) I took a lightening speed shower, got dressed, and made some toast for the road. I actually was on time to work and I was wearing no makeup. Scaring the local talent basically. Tonight I would like to be an acrobat or a serial killer.

Because I put some hard work into 25 random things

2009-02-12T20:49:00.000-08:00

I got a request from many on facebook about 25 random things about yourself. I actually had a hard time thinking of 25 things that would be interesting enough to post on there. Since this was such hard work, I thought I would add it to the blog as well. Two for the price of one.

1. In high school my friends and I would do "RaceTrack". This consisted of a Ford Taurus full of girls Starting in back of what was, at the time, Frontier Pies flooring it while we passed Gart Sports and adjoining shops and behind Shopco there was a huge drop (so it was like a hill). The feeling of being airborne is quite exhilarating. This happened over and over until Erin's mom realized she no longer owned a muffler that was attached to said Taurus. All good things must come to an end.

2. In the same Taurus we would also go "Four wheeling". It consisted of speeding through open fields. This ended when Erin's dad asked why there were weeds stuck to the under carriage of the car.

3. I have two adorable neices....The Grunter and Terradactyl. They were born a week apart.

4. I make sock puppets resembling people I know.

5. I joined Scrapbook club. The first rule about Scrapbook Club is you don't talk about Scrapbook Club. The second rule about Scrapbook Club is you don't talk about Scrapbook club.
I have already said too much.

6. I think the Access of Evil has some different components. Some of them include: anyone else's toenail or fingernail clippings or bodily fluids, paying too much for anything, sleeping problems, putting away laundry, grocery shopping, the landscape of Southern Utah, doughnuts (only because I love them and dont want to) and Im sure there is many more, just cant recall right now.

7. I am currently obsessed with the Tetris application on here.

8. I am going to New York to visit the dragon a week from today. I am so excited I can barely function.

9. My dog joins me almost everywhere. We do take breaks from each other when I am doing hair, and when I am going somewhere that doesn't allow dogs such as 7-11 and Costco.

10. I have had 28 jobs. One for every year I have been alive.

11. I grew up in a pack of boys.

12. My sister just realized I am funny.

13. I try and grow my hair out on a regular basis, start to look like a soccer mom, and cut it. In my world there is a certain level of sass that comes with short hair.

14. I worked on a cruise ship for a short stint of time, hated every second of it and came home early.

15. I have to fight the Shy in me everyday, until I become nervous or comfortable, then say too much, like my edit button breaks. I do tend to be blunt, which I embrace in myself.

16. I love TV but cant just sit and watch it. I have to be doing something else.

17. I give everybody nicknames.

18. I lived in Long Beach for 2 years as a child, and the only thing I can remember about this was the stairs at our apartment were hard, and I dropped my piggy bank on them, and it broke and I was upset. I also remember coming home, I was with my Grandpa in a little red Datsun truck, and I remember seeing the dessert case in some restaurant we stopped in, and it was round and would rotate all these pies and cakes. I also remember seeing mountains and being fascinated.

19. My Grandma used to take me and my cousins to swim in Utah Lake. It was such a thrill at the time and now I wonder why I haven't grown an extra limb or something. I did like that I could walk as far as I could see and never have it get too deep. The gross slimy sludge at the bottom was not a like.

20. I have seen a cow get slaughtered, hung upside down to be drained and a chicken get its neck broken, which was actually pretty traumatic cause then the headless chicken chased me around the yard, which I did not like at all.

21. I have had a criminal arrested mid haircut. Cops came in, asked me to step away from him, and arrested him. They were hauling him out, and I had to run and ask for my cape back.

22. I have an amazing family.

23. I have discovered I don't like musicals. Give me a play any day but just don't sing.

24. The Dragon and I have lived in 4 different places together.

25. I have a hard time thinking of 25 things about myself.

two quotes

2009-02-09T22:11:00.000-08:00

So I was being a little bit silly at dinner on friday and there was a guy who looked like a modern day Hitler. Like he had some nice adidas sweats on but then there is a little hitler mustache he is trying to pass off as normal and no big deal. I had to point it out to the ladies I was out to dinner we were dining with and it just so happens they thought I was right.

After the movie we went to (which was specitacular by the way) Teri and I walked out to her car and i was putting my gloves on and i noticed they had a hole in them. I was qutie upset about this because they were new. then I said well they were on sale. THen i said who buys fingerless gloves for 20 dollars........
Then there was a slight quitet lul in the conversation.
Then we both realized I would buy a pair of fingerless gloves for 20

Taggin

2009-02-02T19:56:00.000-08:00

Miss Stacie Peterson tagged me, so I thought I would pass it along.

8 Favorite T.V. shows:
-Any Crime Show (CSI, Law and Order, Forensic Files, 48 hours, Snapped)
-Project Runway

-The Office

-The Soup

-Chelsea Lately

-John and Kate Plus 8
-Rock of Love, Whore Bus
-America's Next Top Model
-Burn Notice

8 favorite Restaurants:
-Sages
-Luganos

-Trio

-Cafe Rio

-Village Baker

-Noodles and Co

-Cheescake Factory
-Paradise Bakery

8 things that happened yesterday:

The Grunter's Baby blessing
Made Sock Puppets
Made Baby Bows
Wrestled a wild boar
Watched TV
Saw the family
Did laundry
Put off putting laundry away (I hate it with the firey passion of the sun)

8 things I look forward to:
-NYC in 17 Days....but who is counting

-Summer

-retiring

-paying off my car

-dropping some LBS

-babysitting the Grunter

-scrapbooking club

-wrestling a wild boar

8 Favorite ways to spend my free time:

-Watching TV

-tetris

-crafting

-teasing Toby

-Shopping

-Eating

-Sleeping

-Going out with friends
-wrestling a wild boar

8 things I love about Spring:
-flowers

-Trees with leaves

-Sunshine
-Toby hanging with the hood dogs

-loving having it in my step

-my car stays clean longer

-cleaning out the garage so I can go out there barefoot and it isnt ick

-wrestling wild boars

8 things on my wish list:

-Lottery Winnings

-The Dragon to move back

-To have some rug rats

-to have someone put away my laundry

-lose some lbs
-that Bret Micheals never finds love, so I can have good trash TV

-my love for sushi to come back (threw it up once, its never been the same)

- never ending shoes

8 people I am tagging:

-Mom

-Whitney

-Whitney S

-Jana

-Dragon

-the wild boar.....I have a bone to pick with you

-carnies

-Kathy

Clubbing

2009-01-28T22:10:00.000-08:00

So Jana invited me tonight to her scrapbook club. I knew like-minded nerdy crafters were out there gathering together, but I had no idea I would like it. I have scrapbooked in the past but don't have the creative edge to come up with my own creations, that look different enough from the page before, so I kinda gave up. I love doing crafty things so this is really up my alley. So I signed up. Now a great meeting of minds will join once a month and I will have my crafty ideas inspired by copying others. (its the best form of flattery so I'm told)

On another note I went to Walmart after to get some grocery shopping done that I have been putting off, until the point where I was out of cereal and milk (those are a must) Anyways I just got home from this adventure (grocery shopping at Walmart always is) and realized my zipper has been down all night....I guess I fit in with all the other sweet people I saw at the walmart at 10:30 at night, but I still feel a little silly. Now my scrapbook club has seen the goods and some icky menz at the walmart have also seen the goods. Jana is in trouble for not noticing and informing. It was like wide open.
Also why does the milk area in any Walmart always smell like milk that has gone bad? That doesn't make me feel very interested in what they are trying to sell me. Clean it!!!!!!!

Steel

2009-01-19T20:03:00.001-08:00

So I got sent to a place called Wasatch Steel today to pick some sort of steel products up for hanging some cabinets up in the shop. There was a stage 4 freak out by one mister Larry Clubb about Jeremy tripping over said cabinets that were in the hall and dinging up the wall. (Sorry ladies, he is graceful and already taken). Anyway, Kevin had called and put what I needed in will call and had it cut down so it would fit in my car. I walked into the door that had big bold letters saying "WILL CALL" over it. It was like a scene from a movie where some nerdy kid walks into the party and the needle on the record scratches and the music dies and the whole party is staring. Apparently I was like the only girl to ever have walked in the back of this steel place. One guy was bold enough to ask me if I needed something and I told him I had something in will call. Then he sent me to the front office to do paperwork. Why is there a giant sign over the door that says will call, if I have to go in the front door still? I got my pieces of metal and the guy helping me even carried them over to my car. I am pretty sure he doesn't do this for other customers, but I will play the helpless female when needed to keep from having to get metal dirt on me.

Babysitting Miss Aubree

2009-01-17T12:05:00.001-08:00

So last week I got to do my first babysitting as an Aunt. I get to do it all over again tonight, and I am pretty excited.
Here are some pictures I took with the new computer, and the new niece.

She almost looks like she is smiling in the right one.

Tired of winter, and love my dog.

2009-01-17T11:58:00.000-08:00

So I haven't been doing much of anything lately, which I am really ok with. I have been working and doing hair as normal and after that, I have been pretty useless. I blame January. Its my most hated month. I do not care for snow, cold, and dark. I do like the clothes in the winter. Anything to cover up a little extra lbs here and there.
I love sunshine, mostly because I am in fact the definition of sunshine. haha
I gotta write about my nerdy dog for a minute. I just got his hair cut the other day, and he is a wimp in the cold weather anyways, so we got in the car and there was this little blanket I wrap him up in sometimes usually at night when I am too lazy to put a coat on him. This was in the middle of the day and he jumped over on it and did a half bark at me. So I picked up the blanket and asked if he wanted the blanket. Then he jumped back into my lap and kind of looked back at me like, Ok I am ready. I wrapped my darling child up in his wubbie and he laid in my lap and took a nap on the way home from work. Is my dog more than pampered or what? If he wasn't so adorable I would try and resist more, but I just cant do it. haha

I have discovered one thing about lasers

2009-01-12T22:18:00.001-08:00

If it isnt hurting while you are getting it done, oh boy will you pay later. I am in the process of getting my tattoo removed and everytime I go in there, I weep a little inside. It sucks so bad. I have mini blood blisters all over my back. Lets talk to the 18 year old Kira and have a chat. Kira, you may not want your tattoo, however cool you think it is at this time.
When I went in to get numbed the lady said oh your back is really coming out. Man I bet you wish you got the whole thing black. Now if I am in there getting it removed and i could wish anything about the tattoo I would have probably wished that I didnt get it at all. Makes sense to me. People are dumb.
Also I was in one super bitch mode today. I dont have those days often but everything anyone said or did, made my blood boil. I even knew it was completely me being stupid but I would get irritated.
Oh for better days

Boston Baked Beans and Power Tools

2009-01-06T20:15:00.000-08:00

So I have never done the whole blog thing, but have recently discovered I love hearing about others so I thought I would give it a shot. I don't have kids or actual interesting things going on so it will be ramblings about whatever I feel like. I thought I would use it as an updated journal since you can back a blog up.

Today I went to 7-11 on my way home from work and as I was checking out and they had a basket of impulse buys at the register. I noticed there were Boston Baked Beans sitting there. I (embarrassingly enough) was pretty excited about this. I grabbed one and asked the cashier "Oh man, when was the last time you had Boston Baked Beans?" She looked at me as if I tried to eat her firstborn and said "I have never tried them." What???? Did she not go trick or treating as a kid? Also...In my family if we got to go into the gas station for a treat, we would ask my mom what row we could have. It was usually the bottom but on special occasions we got to creep up a row or two. That's when the Boston Baked Beans or Lemon heads were a total delight. Needless to say, I have decided that I shouldn't talk to strangers in line at the gas station but I tend to blurt things out so this might be a challenge.

As for the Power Tools portion, I asked my brother Kevin what screw I should use to put up some shelving in my office. Now anyone else would probably just pick one of the many screws we have at the shop and send me on my merry way. Kevin told me I should use this really long screw with this duck like anchor thing (interestingly enough, called a toggle wall anchor) on the back so a 400 pound person can hang from this shelf. Why would a person want to hang off a shelf, I am still not sure. So I had to drill a 3/4" hole in the wall in 4 places for each shelf. So my measuring was just a little off, so the brackets were not completely covering these holes. Then I was trying to use the power screwdriver to get the long screw into the wall. I have discovered I am really bad with the screwdriver. I don't push hard enough and it strips it out a little bit or I push really hard and the screwdriver head goes into the wall and makes a really cool hole I get to patch. In my future will be some putty, sanding, and painting but I have my shelves all hung.