A Cold Ride To Work...

Some people would call my car a an old piece of junk.  I however call it awesome.  Yes it is half my age but it runs really well still.  I have very few problems with it considering its age.  I am really the only one ever in it so it actually looks pretty good.  It might be for this reason I get so upset when something does need to be repaired.  I am not used to it.  I also don't have a lot of free days to just drop my car off and not have a mode of transportation.

Yesterday I left work and got in my car.  It was a little warm in the car so I hit the power window button to crack it and let in some cold air.  I barely hit the button and "thump" ... The glass was gone. My car door had eaten my window.  I panicked just a little and regretted my decision to open the window.  I called my mom to ask if I could borrow her car to go to work the next day because obviously I could not leave it in the mall parking lot for 9 hours with the window completely gone.  Besides theft being an issue we have really unpredictable weather here.  I could come back to a soaking wet car.

Unfortunately my mom reminded me that she and my dad had to work the early morning shift at the temple.  They leave an hour apart and would need both their cars.  She did tell me that if I wanted to wake up and drive her to the temple at 4am I could use her car as back up.  I reluctantly agreed.  What other choice did I have?  I needed to go to work and I needed a car to do it.

Naturally I didn't really fall asleep all night.  I was too afraid I would over sleep.  I got up, dropped my mom off, and went home to sleep a little longer.  And then when my alarm went off at 7 am I had a terrible time getting up.  Suddenly, even though I got in bed at 9:30pm, my body was ready to sleep.   I lectured myself out of bed and got ready for work.  I called the service shop to see if they could fit me in and miraculously the said they could.  Good news: my car was getting fixed.  Bad news: I got up at 4 for no reason.

I jumped in my car and onto the freeway with my drivers side window ALL the way down.  People probably thought I was crazy.  It was for sure the coldest ride to work I have ever made.  My hair was wet which made it so much worse.  I dropped it off and walked 20 minutes to work.  My co-workers had a good laugh at my expense. Which I deserved...it is kind of funny.  Long story short and $600 later-my car is fixed.

Ice Cream Anyone??

This morning as I was eating my ice cream I was struck by an interesting thought.  Yes...it was sparked by ice cream.  My friend Morgan introduced me to a new flavor created by my true loves Ben & Jerry.  It's called peanut butter world.  As I was scarfing on my new love I questioned why I was enjoying it so much.  Most people are probably thinking, "duh it's ice cream! who wouldn't enjoy it?"  well...me.  I don't actually love ice cream. I don't hate it but I am really picky about which ice cream I like and don't like.  And one thing I don't like is chocolate ice cream.  I actually hate chocolate ice cream.  This new flavor I love is...Chocolate.  go figure.  What is the moral of this story?  Try new things because you never know what you might be missing out on. 

just so we are clear I still prefer frozen yogurt and I still don't like chocolate ice cream.  But I do love peanut butter world.  The End.

I Can't Get No...Satisfaction.

Do you ever get cravings for things? And no, I am not talking about food.  Like for example, the other day I was leaving work and as I walked through the parking lot a jet flew over my head.  I suddenly had a very strong craving to get on a plane and go somewhere.  This morning I got a craving to be in school.  Law school to be exact.  Other things I crave, rodeos, shooting, Disneyland, dancing....sometimes I just have insuperable cravings for big expensive, impractical, or impulsive things.  I suppose that these unfulfilled cravings make me a better person...right?  Please say yes. 

Impromptu Parking Lot

It takes about 9ish hours to drive from my house to Anaheim California.  Not a bad trip really.  As some of you know I recently went to Disneyland...yes, again.  Anyway, we were right on schedule to arrive in Anaheim at about 3pm.  Which is perfect because if you hit L.A. any later than that you will be enjoying a lengthy interaction with rush hour traffic.  For those of you who don't know, there is pretty much one way into LA county.  We were on that road, when we hit bumper to bumper traffic.  After about 30 minutes of driving at 2mph we finally pulled off to the side of the road.  yes my friends- we parked our car on the freeway.  We joined what looked like 20 or so other cars on the shoulder and got out for a little stroll.  About five minutes after we stopped, the entire freeway shut down.  Everyone was forced to turn their cars off and just wait.  Hundreds of cars were parked on the road.  Awesome.  The interesting part of the whole experience for me was watching the reactions of other people.  There were a few choice words thrown around by one or two men in their shirt and ties but for the most part, everyone was super calm about it.  People pulled out footballs and were playing games.  The guy in front of me pulled out a bag of chips and a mountain dew and just sat on his car.  Everyone just accepted it and made the most of the situation.  I really was stunned by the whole thing and couldn't help asking myself, "if this happened at the point of the mountain in Utah, would my fellow motorists be this calm?"  Sadly I had to answer myself that no, I don't believe they would be.  I could be wrong...but honestly I hope I never get to find out.  The freeway, after 3 hours, finally opened up just in time for us to his rush hour traffic.  So after adding on about 5 hours to my trip we did eventually make it into Anaheim...where all my dreams came true!... okay they didn't.  But I did have an amazing two days in my favorite place ever!

A Good Man Is Hard To Find...

You know how they tell you that if you want to achieve something you should visualize it.  Picture yourself doing/being something.  Well I totally support that theory and I realized that I don't do it very often anymore.  Especially with dating...I can tell you what I DON'T want in a guy but I might have a hard time telling you what I do want.  I mean, besides the obvious- good hygiene, a job, active in the church.  Those are the three basics but beyond that....who knows. 
That being said I decided to start putting some thought into this particular subject and what better model for the ideal man than to turn to the ultimate source... Jane Austin.  Girl knows her stuff. 

For most people the first Austin character who comes to mind is none other than Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice.   Mr. Darcy is not really my ideal man.  I do admire that he says what he thinks and is super observant.  He is also very rich...not a bad incentive.  However he lacks a sense of humor and he is a bit on the arrogant side.  He also has a horrible family. I would like to get along with my in-laws if possible. 

Col. Brandon, from Sense and Sensibility- not really my type either he is a little old.  He does have his good points as well- He knows what he wants and he is patient in getting it.  Really level headed guy and a gracious loser.  His qualities are to be admired but I need a man who doesn't let go so easily.  His confidence is a lacking and he almost loses the girl because of it.

Okay I cheated- I know this one is not an Austin man but he's still a good one.  Mr. Thornton from North and South.  He is a little hard. He works hard and doesn't really play.  He's educated and takes the time to better himself.  He supports his family and treats his momma well.  He speaks his thoughts with blunt honesty.  He has a bit of a temper but can be reigned in by a good persuasive woman.  This one is a pretty good one- I mean, he's got an awesome accent and Also, he is probably one of the best kissers I've ever seen ;) (maybe because he's NOT an Austin man)

Another good one from Sense and Sensibility- I do love me some Edward Farris.  He is easy going- doesn't take himself too seriously. He is loyal and honest.  He is kind and super thoughtful.  But he is almost too loyal- he almost misses out on his woman because he follows his conscience more strictly than his heart.  Which is great- unless I'm the one being given up.  But he is getting closer to the ideal man.  If we could put him and Mr. Thornton together we might be almost there. 

Mr. Knightly.  The hero from Emma.  Yep I think this is the one closest to my ideal. He is smart, successful, patient, thoughtful, kind, and honest.  He says what he thinks but he does it with tact.  He knows what he wants and he never takes his eye off the target.  But the thing I love the most, the very most, is that he gives Emma her way most of the time, he plays along with her ridiculous ideas but when she crosses the line, he calls her out on it and brings her back in line. My favorite line from the movie is, "Badly done Emma.  Badly done."  Maybe that sounds weird that I love that about him.  It's not though.  Like most women I like to get my own way 99% of the time- but I don't want a man that lets me walk all over him.  I need a man who isn't afraid of me and who respects me enough to stop me from doing something I'll regret later. But he needs to, like Mr. Knightly, understand exactly where that line is.  yep, If only I could find one of those....

On one condition

Dreams are awesome.  And random.  Last night I had a dream I was driving and a giant seagull landed on the roof of my car.  It could talk of course, because that's totally a normal thing for a bird to do.  For some reason I decided to let the bird ride in my car.  On one condition of course...can you guess what it was?   "I will let you ride right here if you promise not to poop on the seats".  What else would I have asked a seagull.  The best part about this is I hate seagulls.  I have been pooped by two different seagulls in my life and I'm pretty sure they have it out for me.  So basically what I'm saying is I have no idea where a dream like that comes from. 

Never again..

I hate to drink water.  In order for me to drink water one of three conditions has to occur:

1. Exercising
2. just brushed my teeth
3. eating

If one of those three is not happening and I try to drink water I will literally gag.  Not even joking.  I spend most of my life being dehydrated.  Well, this week my brother suggested this stuff called MIO.  Its a sugar free flavoring and it is awesome.  Since I got this stuff I have been drinking about 70 oz of water a day.  Awesome right?  No, not awesome.  With the increase of water I have also increased my restroom visits.  SO annoying!! I hate being bothered with things like that.  I definitely don't enjoy being woken up every morning super early.  I don't like having to stop what I'm doing every two hours...I am still deciding if this drinking water is worth all the changes to my lifestyle.  I'll give it a week- maybe my body will adjust.  If not, I may have to go back to being dehydrated.  I also promise not to make fun of any of my friends who are forever and always in the bathroom. 

Less Water Works Please

A fact about me: I often feel pain for other people's loss.  Sometimes I hate it.  I'm not saying I want to change that fact but I guess I just wish I could control it a little more. 

Every Sunday on my way to church I have to pass a cemetery.  I don't usually think about it too much or pay attention to it I just know I have to turn there.  Except for yesterday.  As I was approaching the cemetery I noticed a white truck waiting to exit the driveway of the cemetery.  But as I got closer I realized he was not trying to exit at all.  He had missed several clear opportunities to turn onto the street and still just stayed in the driveway.  I noticed that he was an old man- white hair and in a suit.  He was sitting in his car with his hand up covering his eyes.  He was crying.  I assume he was mourning the loss of his wife.  I don't know either of these people but guess what happened to me.  I started crying.  I cried the whole rest of the way to church and had to stay in the parking lot for a minute before I walked in.  can you imagine walking in to church, "Lori, what is wrong?"  "oh nothing.  I just saw someone I don't know crying I started crying as well."  yep that would go over well in a singles ward. 

Then today I was watching "who do you think you are" (because I love genealogy) and as I'm listening to a historian tell Rashida Jones that her Jewish family in Latvia were all exterminated in 1941 I was a mess.  you'd think someone had just told me that MY family had been killed.  Even right now I can hardly see the dumb computer screen because I'm thinking about it.  Why? why can I not just keep it in.  I don't want to change how I feel I just want to be a little less demonstrative.  That's all I really want. 

This is The Voice

This is my frivolous post. Do you watch "The Voice"?  I just started this season and I think I like it.  I don't know if I like it enough to watch it again next season...but for now it's entertaining.  Anyway- my point: Every show I keep hearing the judges say, "oh your voice is so unique"  I disagree.  I think there are only a few women on the show this season with unique voices.  The rest of them just have one of two sounds.  The belt voice with lots of soul and runs or the bubble in the throat forced vibrato, don't open my mouth, indie sound that belts a few notes.  I hate the indie sound- maybe because I can hear the technical mis-steps...also, that can't feel good plus it's ugly.  I hope none of these girls make it very far.  I think I want a man to win.  Girls are annoying. 
one major pet peeve with shows like this...everyone tries to play the sympathy card.  They all have an epic tale of woe. My jaw was broken, I play on the streets, my mom is sick, I am homeless...blah blah. Yep that sucks.  Life is hard but this isn't about who has the saddest story- it's about who can sing the best right? whatever.

My Boys

I just have to say how much I love Psych.  Shawn and Gus make me laugh so much.  The writers are amazing oh and also they have cool guest stars like molly Ringwald (sixteen candles), William Shatner (star trek), and Cary Elwes (princess bride).  How can a TV show get cooler.  I think the only show that can compete with Psych is Castle.  Because I love Richard castle as well.  Two shows that bring a smile to my face and make me laugh right out loud! LOVE

Procrastination

Yesterday's lazy cures today's crazy.  Normally I don't agree with this sort of thing because it usually works the other way in my life.  But today- it is gospel truth.  I have been meaning to clean out my car FOREVER!  I have gotten as far as putting all the trash into a bag but that's about it.  Well today I had a dentist appointment that I made last minute and sort of forgot about.  I woke up with plenty of time to spare but for some reason I was running late and had a million things going on in my head and I ran out the door and drove to alpine.  I got there a few minutes early and realized I forgot to floss and brush my teeth. SICK!! Even worse- she's going to pick at my teeth, it's not like I can just munch on a breath mint and call it good.  I panicked for a second and then remembered I had a toothbrush in my car.  I searched for a second and then to my delight found my toothbrush, toothpaste, and a pack of dental floss.  Even better was I didn't bring my water bottle in from zumba so I even had water to rinse with.  For the first time in weeks I was so happy my car is NOT clean. 

It's V day

well it is almost Valentines Day.  Or as some like to call it- Singles Awareness Day.  Here is the thing, I really don't care for Valentine's day.  And no it's not because I'm single.  Truth is, even if I had been dating someone I would have found a way for us to break up before this day.  I always do.  I have never in my entire life dated someone over a holiday.  At least not a gifting holiday. (Halloween and the 4th of July don't count) So you see, I would have found a way to be single on Valentine's day anyway.  So, as I was saying, I don't think people should show affection and appreciation out of obligation.  People spend all kinds of money and energy just so they can have a gift to give someone because the calendar says they should.  Because if they don't, it could ruin someone else's entire day and possibly lead to an exchange of angry words.  As if anyone needs another excuse for contention- which is why this day causes so much anxiety for some people.  I think a Gerber daisy on a random Tuesday is much more meaningful than a dozen roses on Feb. 14th.  Tomorrow is one of my least favorite holidays.  But for those who disagree with me- Happy Valentine's Day! 

NEVER: get engaged or married on valentine's day.  It is just too cheesy to be acceptable.  sorry to anyone reading this who did either.

In Your Dreams

I hate spiders.  The last two nights I have had a spider in my dreams.  But not just any spider.  The biggest spider in the world.  Seriously it was the size of a small dog.  And no I have not been watching Harry Potter recently.  This spider was light brown, it's body was at least 7 inches long and about 5 inches wide.  And the LEGS- The legs were probably two feet long and hairy.  This thing could move too.  In my first dream it was in my apartment, and my roommate and I were trying to kill it.  But it's pretty hard to kill a spider that big...it has hard bones that crunch.  I hate crunching.  I can kill spiders, as long as they are smaller than a quarter.  Anything bigger makes noise upon death.  I killed a cricket once- made me sick to my stomach all night.  Okay I'm getting off topic now.  So anyway, this monster is running at me and I catch it between my knees.  I wanted to just hit its head and knock it out but I couldn't get a good angle.  Plus I was terrified of being bitten.  A bite from a spider that size could kill me.  I got so freaked out I woke up.  Never killed it.  Then last night I was in a house and the spider was outside sitting on a bush.  Same spider.  But this time the window was open.  He was only a foot away- so I quickly shut the window.  So what the heck does that mean???  I have no idea...I looked it up online but I'm not having an "ah ha" moment.  This is what the Internet said:
To see a spider in your dream indicates that you are feeling like an outsider in some situation. Or perhaps you want to keep your distance and stay away from an alluring and tempting situation. The spider is also symbolic of feminine power or an overbearing mother figure in your life. Alternatively, a spider refers to a powerful force protecting you against your self-destructive behavior. If you kill a spider in your dream, then it symbolizes misfortune and bad luck.


On a negative note, spiders may indicate a feeling of being entangled or trapped in a sticky or clingy relationship. It represents some ensnaring and controlling force. You feel that someone or some situation is sucking the life right out of you.
To dream that you are bitten by a spider represents a conflict with your mother or some dominant female figure in your life. The dream may be a metaphor for a devouring mother or the feminine power to possess and entrap. Perhaps you are feeling trapped by some relationship.
actually, now that I've read it again...I can think of a few things in my life this could be a result of...here is to hoping I never see this spider again.  I don't think I could actually kill that spider, not even in my dreams.

Restriction Lifted

I got back on facebook.  Actually I went an extra day.  My restriction was from Sunday night to Sunday night.  But Sunday night rolled around and I felt like I didn't really care to check facebook.  I didn't feel the NEED to get on.  So I re-activated Monday night...just because.  I think I have come up with a solution to help me from getting too attached again.  I deleted the facebook app from my phone.  Trashed.  That was my bad habit.  Everytime I took my phone out I checked facebook or updated this or that.  If facebook is only accessible on my laptop I won't get on it very often.  Problem solved.  For now.  I'm sure I'll have to put myself in a time out again but hopefully not for awhile. 

So Many Options

If I didn't have a slight phobia of nudity I would seriously consider joining a nudist colony.  Okay maybe not that seriously.  Where is this coming from? well every stinking time I eat anything I end up wearing it.  I was eating dinner tonight and I was standing up talking to my mom and guess where my dinner ended up.  On my leg!!  This happens so frequently in my life that instead of changing I simply walked into the laundry room and sprayed my leg with shout.  But think how much easier and cheaper it would be to be naked and just wash it off.  I suppose the other viable option would be to learn to eat like an adult and NOT a toddler. 

Break Time

I did it again.  I took a break from Facebook.  I know that might cripple me socially for awhile, and I will miss out on important events but that is a chance I have to take.  I know I will go back, and I'm fine with that.  But I'm feeling a 'need' to check facebook and update my status and this and that and the other and I hate that.  So it's break time again.  The crazy thing is...I'm more concerned with my stats dropping on my blog than I am with actually deactivating the dumb account.  Most of my referrals to this blog are from facebook.  oh well...guess that's the chance I'll have to take.

In A Slump

I've decided that this weekend I need to head out into the greater Orem area...find a nice cliche dating spot and just sit back and enjoy the show.  I LOVE to watch people on dates... I need some new material for this blog.  I mean, it has been quite some time since I've written a good post about dates.  mostly because I haven't been on any 'good' ones.  Or because I felt bad about it...although, it has been long enough that I probably could get away with it now.  I will think about that.  But I'm still going to get myself a good dose of people watching this weekend.  Blog posts to follow. 

Just Suck it Up

I officially think I have a vitamin deficiency of some kind...vitamin d maybe?  I have no idea really.  And since my doctor keeps testing me for anemia and coming up with nothing- I think it's time to find a new doctor.  Normally I would just hang the whole process- I NEVER go to the doctor.  For one very good reason. They always tell me I'm fine.  So for the majority of my life I simply go on as if I am.  My motto: Suck it up!  And that's what I've been doing for the last 2 years.  And to be honest- I think I'm doing pretty well.  I go to work, I go to zumba, I socialize.  Yes I'm still every bit as tired as I have been but I'm learning to deal.  I mean really in the grand scheme of things it could be much worse. 
However, I think I am going to find a new doctor and take one more stab at it before my fantastic health insurance goes away.  why? well because this week I've started getting dizzy at random times and sometimes I also feel slightly sick to my stomach and have to sit down...(NO I am NOT Pregnant. ha..ha.) it really only lasts for a few minutes...but what if I happen to be driving during those few minutes?  I can deal with it myself but I sure do not want to kill someone in my attempts to just deal.  I'm sure it will still be nothing...maybe it's just part of getting old. :) also if anyone knows of any actually good doctors in Utah county let me know ( my insurance probably covers them- it covers most everyone.)  But until then...I will continue to suck it up. 

Small but Studly

On Sunday I was driving home from church and I noticed a small child walking down the sidewalk toward me. Let me paint you a picture-He was probably about 6 years old. Curly blondish hair, glasses, a sucker sticking sideways out of his mouth, and a slightly over sized suit. His shirt was untucked and sticking out of his jacket at the bottom. His hands were in his pockets and he definitely walked with a swagger. So in short...he was a STUD. He made me smile and secretly wish that my boys, should I have any, look just like that!!

The Deadline Approaches

I guess you don't realize how much stuff you really have until you have to move it. Blah. I've been moving, organizing, and cleaning since Thursday. (also I've still been working full time at my job) So pretty much from sun up to sun down I'm busy. Here is the lame part...I'm only about HALF way. I've moved everything out of my mom's room but now I have to tackle my own. Let me tell you how frightening that is....I've tucked things in every corner imaginable. And under my bed- well it's a couple feet off the ground so you can only imagine how much stuff I can fit under there....okay. Time to stop procrastinating. I've given myself until Thursday night to be done with everything. So here goes nothing. Wish me luck.