My cool camera

Look at what my camera can do! It's so cool! This is five pictures sewn together!

Happy Halloween!

Here's my photos from the party. I'm glad everyone came. It was really fun.

Dusty, Kim, and Skylar of course win the award for most awkward...

Maggie wins the award for most comfortable.

And Kass and Leisha are just plain sexy.

This group wins the award for the most stacked.

Nick gets the white trash award.

Jeff gets the __________ award. Fill it in yourself.

After the party Cole became a "Harry Lobster",

And he also tried for SOOO long to retrieve Kyle's cane from the rafters. I have never seen a kid try so hard to do anything for so long. He utterly failed, in case you're wondering...

(Toe) Tagged

I think Jeff (and all who agreed with him) is absolutely right. It isn’t the normal stuff that makes people interesting, and life worthwhile. Not to me. “I put socks on most days” is pretty normal. And also, therefore, pretty dull. “I have a birthmark shaped like Rupaul” is not normal. But much more worthwhile to hear about. Sadly, I don’t have ANY birthmark, let alone one shaped like a fabulous drag-queen… which I’ll always regret.

For this very love of the hidden and strange I bring to you my meager offering of Seven Oddities.

1. When I was going to college I’d skip class fairly often… to go to the library. Seven out of ten times it was to read the Oxford English Dictionary because I could then look up the historical travels a word has taken to become what it is today. The “OED” lists dates the word was used for the first time in a certain context and will give you the reference for them. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a word snob. I don’t care what words people use. I just love words, and the fact they have and can change meaning, and that you can SEE them change meaning through time. They’re much more resilient than people. They can last a long, long time. If they’re useful.



2. I often confuse being tired with being hungry. Which also often leads me to waking up with the regret of having consumed family sized boxes of Cheezits. I wake up and find wrappers to candy bars and fruit snakes strewn about the living room like a racoon had got into our garbage.



3. My normal mannerisms and tone of voice are constantly confused for either; A. Sarcasm. or B. Flirtation.



4. I can watch the same episodes of the same show practically on loop without getting irritated. I think that's part of the reason why I can get along fairly well with autistic people and little kids.
   


5. I have made more songs about it being-time-to-go and waking-up-Kelli than anything else in my life. In fact, I maintain that the fact that none of my songs have made it into the mainstream is due to their absolute unmarketability. Some of the titles of songs I've written throughout time include: "Monkey face fever", (co-written with Kevin Murray) "Primordial Emergence of Patrick Ewing", and "Big Ole Undies."



6. I love spreadsheets. Not even remotely ironically, either.



7. Even when under the pressure of impending mockery I can't see a picture of a kitten without smiling. Like this one:

Look Down Below

So I don't know how to fix the fact that I did these posts out of order so scroll down below the tag to see our hike.

I guess I'm it.

4 jobs that I’ve had:
1. Training Table
2. Boys and Girls Club 1st grade teacher
3. Picasso's Commissary Accountant
4. Reading tutor

4 Movies I have watched more than once:
1. Newsies
2. Mean Girls
3. Walk the Line
4. Drop Dead Fred

4 TV Shows I Watch:
1. Gossip Girl
2. 90210
3. Privileged
4. House

4 People who email me regularly:
1. Amazon.com
2. Springville Library
3. My book club
4. Mom

4 Favorite Foods:
1. Wendy's chicken sandwiches
2. Pasta
3. Thai
4. Pudding

4 Things I'm looking forward to in the next year:
1. Graduating!
2. Not moving
3. Parties
4. Summer Vacations

4 Places I want to visit:
1. Africa
2. South America
3. Mount Rushmore
4. Keri's House

4 Things I love about my husband:
1. He's great with kids
2. He makes me laugh my ass off
3. The smell of his hair
4. His feet

As for tagging others...I tag Erinn and Kyle

Annual Hike

So I haven't put together the Halloween post of all the horridly awkward pictures we got of everyone, but don't worry, it'll come. Instead I have this post about our "annual" hike. Last time Kyle took me on a hike I puked my brains out at the top and I don't think Jenny ever ate mandarin oranges again, and I have tried to chew more before swallowing since then. That was sometime last year. So Kyle and I went on a walk Saturday in the most wonderful weather ever, and I decided to call it a hike because there were occasional slight inclines and we were in the middle of trees.

Old News

The purpose of this blog is to share the pictures I couldn't share during the absence of my camera. Here is dinner with some of my sisters.
Here's when Kyle and I took Matthew and Andy to Kyle's Mom's dog show. Where we ran into so many people that I had no idea were in the dog show scene, such as Kory's neighbor Amy and my niece Jeannette. Here's Janet (Kyle's mom) and her show dogs:

Here's Andy longing for a moustache:

Finally the boys could play with the dogs after the shows:

Another shot of Janet and the dogs:

Here's (Left to Right) Matthew, Andy, Jeannette, and Chuck (Kyle's step-dad).

Janet showing the dog to a judge (I'm sure you've gathered by now that these pictures are not in chronological order):

Kyle, Matthew, and Andy:

Andy was obsessed with this dog. He yelled so much about 101 Dalmations that the owner finally came over and let him pet it:

Here's Grammy Cloe blowing her birthday candles out. There's two candles for her 82nd birthday:

But she could only blow one candle out! We all thought it was funny, luckily she did too:

mIni GoLfiNg

I've been wanting to go to Trafalga's black light mini golf course, so since I couldn't get Kyle to go with me I took my next best friend(s): Shauna's kids.Matthew

Maggie

Andy

Maggie was copping quite the attitude in this picture.Andy started dancing and we all joined him.

Care-A-Lot

We babysat Shauna's kids Friday and the thing they wanted to play with the most was the batting mom gave me to stuff toys with. They were "clouds" for the care bears to be on. When they finished playing Andy set all the Care Bears up on the piano on top of a cloud. It was great. Those kids are so fun. We had a great night with them. And Matthew loves Canasta more than me so it's great to have someone to play with.

To Forgive Is...

I just finished the last 4 pages of my journal and then I turned the page to where I had copied the following poem. And it made me feel really good.

To Forgive Is...
To begin
and there is so much to forgive:
for one, your parents, one and two,
out of whose dim haphazard coupling
you sprang forth roaring, indignantly alive.
For this, whatever else followed,
innocent and guilty, forgive them.
If it is day, forgive the sun
its white radiance blinding the eye;
forgive also the moon for dragging the tides,
for her secrets, her half heart of darkness;
whatever the season, forgive it its various
assaults--floods, gales, storms
of ice--and forgive its changing;
for its vanishing act, stealing what you love
and what you hate, indifferent,
forgive time; and likewise forgive its fickle
consort, memory, which fades
the photographs of all you can't remember;
forgive forgetting, which is chaste
and kinder than you know;
forgive your age and the age you were
when happiness was afire in your blood
and joy sang hymns in the trees;
forgive, too, those trees, which have died;
and forgive death for taking them,
inexorable as God, then forgive God
His terrible grandeur, His unspeakable
Name; forgvive, too, the poor devil
for a celestial fall no worse than your own.
When you have forgiven whatever is of earth,
of sky, of water, whatever is named,
whatever remains nameless,
forgive, finally, your own sorry self,
clothed in temporary flesh
the breath and blood of you
already dying.
Dying, forgiven, now you begin.

Pamela Spiro Wagner, "Divided Minds"

The book I found this in is this amazing account written by Pamela and her twin sister about the struggle they both experienced because of Pamela's diagnosis of schizophrenia. It's a beautifully written and incredibly interesting book and this is one of my favorite poems.

I know I'm totally mooching here

But does anyone have a VCR they don't want. I still watch a lot of videos and our VCR is SO loud. It makes a weird noise when it runs and so if anyone has one they don't want I'd love to take it off their hands.

Things I've Realized

I've been wanting to post, but unable to post anything with pictures because I LOST MY CAMERA!!!! I'm quite upset. So in lieu of pictures I'll let you all in on a few things I've learned this year:

1. Indian Hills in named such because all the streets have indian names.

2. University of Utah has indian stuff on their logo because they are the Utes, which is an indian tribe.

3. I learned what 69 means, but refuse to explain it.

4. The Delta Center was named such because it was owned by Delta.

5. Bridal Veil falls is named such because it looks like a veil a bride would wear.

Hee hee. I'm retarded. But at least I'm honest about it.