I love playing Wii Fit Plus on Sunday nights. That's my avatar and Paul's is marching behind me on the left.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Saturday, February 6, 2010
February 6, 2010
Today was a good day. We woke up early and went to the temple. I took a two hour nap. I did some stuff for work. We drove up to Castle Rock State Park and did a little hike up to Castle Rock. It's not much, but it was still interesting. Because it was raining off and on and we forgot to take an umbrella (since it was nice and dry in the valley) we had to duck into caves or under trees periodically to stay (mostly) dry. When we got home I went for a quick run. I still need to plan next week's meals, go grocery shopping, and bake cookies.
February 5, 2010
I'm kind of a floor person. You know, I sit on the floor to watch TV even though we have a perfectly good couch, I like to take naps on the floor even though we have a perfectly good bed, and I like to lay on my stomach and read on the floor even though we have a perfectly good desk or table.
Although sometimes at night I will sit in bed and read before I go to sleep. Right now I am reading "The Graveyard Book" by Neil Gaiman and Paul is re-reading "The City of Ember" by Jeanne DuPrau.
Although sometimes at night I will sit in bed and read before I go to sleep. Right now I am reading "The Graveyard Book" by Neil Gaiman and Paul is re-reading "The City of Ember" by Jeanne DuPrau.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
February 4, 2010
This is me and Amy watching TV before our apartment complex fire alarm went off. Lucky for us, everyone has a fire alarm siren installed INSIDE the apartment, so we can lose our hearing. I'm sitting here writing this while wearing earplugs. The stupid alarm has been going off for about 45 minutes now. It is super annoying. Apparently all the buildings in our complex have the alarms going. I'm just hoping the sprinklers don't go off next. That would suck.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
February 3, 2010
I may be a grown woman, but I act like a 4-year old once I am in the dentist's chair with that blue papery bib collared around my neck.
The cycloptic eye.
So when I got to the dentist this morning before work I was all tense because I was nervous about the pain and discomfort I was anticipating. I told the hygienist this and explained that I was a total baby when it came to getting my teeth cleaned or filled and that I have passed out from getting shots in the past. I also explained that I was just going to turn up the music on my ipod and go to a happy place while they did their thing.
My mouth was already numb at this point. Thus the general lack of facial expression and lips tightly closed to keep from drooling.
That worked pretty well in spite of that high-pitched squeal of the drill that I could never quite get past by upping the volume of the Glee soundtrack. But right when the dentist was finishing up, the assistant (who was really nice) was using the suctiony thingy to suction the spit out of my mouth and I was thinking that I was home free, when all of a sudden the top of the suction thing popped off and fell back into my mouth. It was super startling - I thought it was a drill piece or something that was going beserk and was going to cut up the inside of my mouth and pierce my cheeks and stuff and I totally jumped - as did they - and started hyperventilating and freaking out. The hygienist snatched it out as fast as she could, but then I was all traumatized and I started crying, big crocodile tears leaking out of my eyes, just out of sheer nerves. It was way, way embarassing.
The instruments of torture.
After I calmed down I explained to the dentist that I have this huge fear that the drill bit is going to slip in my mouth and slice through my cheek. He, I think in an attempt to sympathize, said that he has the same fear. I'm not sure he meant whether he fears the same thing when he is in the chair, or that, as my dentist, he worries that he might do this to someone. The latter is not very reassuring, is it?
The cycloptic eye.
So when I got to the dentist this morning before work I was all tense because I was nervous about the pain and discomfort I was anticipating. I told the hygienist this and explained that I was a total baby when it came to getting my teeth cleaned or filled and that I have passed out from getting shots in the past. I also explained that I was just going to turn up the music on my ipod and go to a happy place while they did their thing.
My mouth was already numb at this point. Thus the general lack of facial expression and lips tightly closed to keep from drooling.
That worked pretty well in spite of that high-pitched squeal of the drill that I could never quite get past by upping the volume of the Glee soundtrack. But right when the dentist was finishing up, the assistant (who was really nice) was using the suctiony thingy to suction the spit out of my mouth and I was thinking that I was home free, when all of a sudden the top of the suction thing popped off and fell back into my mouth. It was super startling - I thought it was a drill piece or something that was going beserk and was going to cut up the inside of my mouth and pierce my cheeks and stuff and I totally jumped - as did they - and started hyperventilating and freaking out. The hygienist snatched it out as fast as she could, but then I was all traumatized and I started crying, big crocodile tears leaking out of my eyes, just out of sheer nerves. It was way, way embarassing.
The instruments of torture.
After I calmed down I explained to the dentist that I have this huge fear that the drill bit is going to slip in my mouth and slice through my cheek. He, I think in an attempt to sympathize, said that he has the same fear. I'm not sure he meant whether he fears the same thing when he is in the chair, or that, as my dentist, he worries that he might do this to someone. The latter is not very reassuring, is it?
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
February 2, 2010
Since I had a coupon for buy one 6" sub and a drink, get a 6" sub free, we decided to eat Subway for dinner. I'm not a huge fan, but it was actually pretty tasty. Paul always gets the Italian Meatball sub. I rotate through different meats and breads but I always get all of the veggies except green peppers and olives. Tonight I had turkey and ham.
This was another one of those situations where Paul doesn't want to bring the camera in because he is embarrassed taking photos of our everyday life in public settings. So although I was able to coax and cajole him into taking a real photo with the good camera outside Subway, I had to use my phone camera inside.
Our local Subway.
This is what I look like while eating a sandwich.
The photos the past couple of days have been kind of weird, huh?
This was another one of those situations where Paul doesn't want to bring the camera in because he is embarrassed taking photos of our everyday life in public settings. So although I was able to coax and cajole him into taking a real photo with the good camera outside Subway, I had to use my phone camera inside.
Our local Subway.
This is what I look like while eating a sandwich.
The photos the past couple of days have been kind of weird, huh?
Monday, February 1, 2010
February 1, 2010
I prefer to shower and dry my hair at night before bed. I just sleep better that way. Plus, since I prefer to work out after work rather than in the morning, it just works best for me to shower at night.
And now it's bedtime.
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