A-Attached or Single? Attatched
B- Best Friend: Brandon
C- Cake or Pie: Pie
D- Day: Saturday/Sunday
E- Essential Item: Clothing
F- Favorite Color: Purple
G- Gummy Bears or Worms: Worms
H-Home town: West Valley City, UT
I- Indulgences: Spinach Florentine bagel from Einsteins (mmmm)
J- January or July: July
K- Kids: Trajen
L- Life is incomplete without: family and friends
M- Marriage Date: May 15
N- Number of Siblings: 4 – 1 sister, 3 brothers
O- Oranges or Apples: Fuji Apples
P- Phobias or Fears: Spiders – talk about creepy
Q- Quote: If you love someone, let them go. If they return they are yours forever. If not, hunt them down!
R- Reason to Smile: Giggling Babies
S- Season: Fall
T- Tag Three: ha ha ha
U- Unknown Fact About Me: I love listening to horrible singers... I find it fascinating to pick out their vocal flaws.
V- Vegetarian or Oppressor of Animal: Animals are good
W- Worst Habit: I am never on time. I blame Brandon entirely for that.
X- Rays or Ultrasounds: both
Y- Your favorite food: dairy
Z- Zodiac Sign: Gemini
Friday, June 27, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
Heroism or Homocide
Sometimes it is hard to tell the intent of others. Take for example my experience on Wednesday. Brandon was getting an MRI at the New Cottonwood Hospital. We woke up early that day, so we just left Trajen in his PJ's hoping he would fall asleep in the car. Once we arrived, and it was determined that Trajen was up for awhile, I decided to change him into his clothes, and get him out of his newly soiled diaper. Not being familiar with the hospital, I found the closest bathroom. It was one of those one person bathrooms, not gender specific. Sadly, there was not a changing station in this restroom, so I had to change him on the floor. I laid Trajen atop his clothes so he wouldn't get dirty from the floor, and began my task. Trajen normally LOVES his diaper being changed, and is a perfect angel (sarcasm). He decided that this time he would be even more angelic than normal. His screams of torture were sadly unheard, as no one came to his rescue. I had his diaper and shirt on when a sensation of toe nail ripping from the flesh temporarily left me in agony. My big toe nail had been caught on the grate of the floor drain.
Distracted, I let go of Trajen just long enough for him to bound across the room, shove hand to elbow into the toilet water, and splash as much water as possible. Luckily, I was able to come to from the shock of blood pooling into my flip flop before the water left the toilet. I rushed him over the sink and scrubbed him up to his arm pits. Being a big fan of water, he decided he would splash the water about, soaking his nice clean shirt. I quickly finished dressing Trajen, then wrapped my toe in a wet wipe and found my way back to the waiting room. Brandon was still there waiting to get his MRI. I limped in scowling, handed over the soaked baby, then informed Brandon as the father of the child - he could have him.
Obviously Trajen was trying to make my life miserable in his attempt to kill me. However, if you think about it.. if he realized that my toe had been stuck in the grate of the drain.. perhaps he was trying to be heroic by lubricating my toe with the toilet water in an attempt to free it from the grips of the latching demon.
Distracted, I let go of Trajen just long enough for him to bound across the room, shove hand to elbow into the toilet water, and splash as much water as possible. Luckily, I was able to come to from the shock of blood pooling into my flip flop before the water left the toilet. I rushed him over the sink and scrubbed him up to his arm pits. Being a big fan of water, he decided he would splash the water about, soaking his nice clean shirt. I quickly finished dressing Trajen, then wrapped my toe in a wet wipe and found my way back to the waiting room. Brandon was still there waiting to get his MRI. I limped in scowling, handed over the soaked baby, then informed Brandon as the father of the child - he could have him.
Obviously Trajen was trying to make my life miserable in his attempt to kill me. However, if you think about it.. if he realized that my toe had been stuck in the grate of the drain.. perhaps he was trying to be heroic by lubricating my toe with the toilet water in an attempt to free it from the grips of the latching demon.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
More Mind Games
In my keyboard class several years ago my teacher got a little off subject, and we had a class discussion about visualization. Apparently some people see things in color. I'm not talking about The Wizard of Oz. I'm talking about days of the week, numbers, months being associated with a color. I realized that I don't think in color. I think in shapes. All of my days of the week are rectangular, but they are all different sizes. Monday is tall and wide. Tuesday is tall and very skinny. Wednesday is short and wide. Thursday is medium wide and tall. Friday is almost a square it's so short, and Saturday is so large the edges are nonexistent. Sunday is still a rectangle.. but it curves around to Monday.
Numbers aren't quite as exciting. 1-10 is a vertical line w/one at the bottom and 10 at the top. 11-20 veer off to the left in an upward curve, then it is diagonal switchbacks moving to the left every 10 numbers to 100. I could go on, but I fear confusing people.
I am sure there is a method to my madness. If you figure it out, please let me know!
Numbers aren't quite as exciting. 1-10 is a vertical line w/one at the bottom and 10 at the top. 11-20 veer off to the left in an upward curve, then it is diagonal switchbacks moving to the left every 10 numbers to 100. I could go on, but I fear confusing people.
I am sure there is a method to my madness. If you figure it out, please let me know!
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