Oh geez my longest hiatus ever. I have an excuse though and it will now be presented to you in graphic form. But I warn you! These pictures are extremely NSFQS (not safe for queasy stomachs). That's why I'm making you click on a totally different link to see them, if you so desire. Be advised: insides of bodies will be present and highly visible.
Enter at your own risk.
Yikes, I'm really sorry to those of you who just clicked through that slide show. I hope you weren't planning something delicious for dinner.
So now I'm pretty much great, feeling healthier than I have in months, and making tons of septuagenarian friends at IV Club. Every morning, seven days a week, I have to go at 8:00 to a clinic to have an IV treatment of antibiotics. I was dreading that fate when I learned of it, but it's actually quite fun. Everybody else is super old so I'm kind of a novelty in those parts. And do I like attention?? Yes, yes I do. So it's cool. Plus there are free juices and snacks, and this oldie Gary even brought me a chiminichanga this morning. No joke. Gary is awesome. Coupla things about him: started the BYU barber shop and cut hair there for 50 years. Was once the #2 ranked Birmingham Roller pigeoner in the world. Is missing half a pinky because he once stuck it up his nose and a booger bit it off. Oh, Gary.
Abrupt ending!
Monday, May 18, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
melby tuesdie
I feel like the whole world doesn't know how hilarious my mom is.
And it's a darn shame.
Because like today for example she sent me a text that said, "There is a flag coming out of your head."
And after minutes on end of trying to remember some inside joke or funny picture that happened once, I replied that I didn't know what she was talking about. And she replied back, "April fools. I bet you checked your head huh."
And I mean what kind of 51 year old woman thinks of stuff like that??
And what kind of woman doesn't care that you just told everyone she's 51??
The answer is my mom. She's so awesome.
And it's a darn shame.
Because like today for example she sent me a text that said, "There is a flag coming out of your head."
And after minutes on end of trying to remember some inside joke or funny picture that happened once, I replied that I didn't know what she was talking about. And she replied back, "April fools. I bet you checked your head huh."
And I mean what kind of 51 year old woman thinks of stuff like that??
And what kind of woman doesn't care that you just told everyone she's 51??
The answer is my mom. She's so awesome.
Friday, March 27, 2009
say something about support groups
I've been gone a while and no excuses for that besides the fact that I've been busy with
and obviously there is more to be told about that but it's not my current purpose in coming here. No no, I came here because it's about time that I formally announced that my eensy teensy tiny little baby brother is getting married. And I'm so very excited to have Kambelin in my family and married to my brother for so many reasons, not the least of which is because she brings out stuff like this in him
Because let's be honest if these sorts of things had to be arranged solely by my brother they probably would have turned out more like
Ha just kidding J-spot. But basically what I'm saying here is hooray for love. And don't worry her name is really Kimberly.
and obviously there is more to be told about that but it's not my current purpose in coming here. No no, I came here because it's about time that I formally announced that my eensy teensy tiny little baby brother is getting married. And I'm so very excited to have Kambelin in my family and married to my brother for so many reasons, not the least of which is because she brings out stuff like this in him
Because let's be honest if these sorts of things had to be arranged solely by my brother they probably would have turned out more like
Ha just kidding J-spot. But basically what I'm saying here is hooray for love. And don't worry her name is really Kimberly.
Friday, February 13, 2009
specificity fail
The good thing about initially naming my blog after the song that was in my head at that moment is that any time a certain Huey Lewis anthem comes on in Walgreens or something it's like a little love note from the universe to me. Thanks, universe, you've even got the right weekend for such things.
In other news, I went to Best Buy yesterday and they really need to make up their minds.
Needless to say there was nobody utilizing this parking space. It's probably not all that often that a preggo mama shows up to pick up her online order. When one actually does, though, boy do they have the spot for her!
Also, notice how the sky was so clear and blue and lovely yesterday? Today it is like this:
Okay I wasn't entirely sure how that webcam through the window picture taking was gonna go and obviously it was not stellar, but you can see what I'm talking about. It's a ding dong winter wonderland out there. And normally I am all for that sort of thing but not when it is preventing me from seeing some very important people. Mother Nature, you and I are through. Don't be holding your breath for any calls in early May because I assure you, they are not coming.
While we're having fun with the webcam, why not take this opportunity to simultaneously show you I love you and display my newest haircut?
See, I transported myself to a heart-infused parallel universe just to make this valentine for you! I love you! Most likely if you are reading this then the preceding is true, and I do love you, but not if you're just someone who came here because you googled "coodle doodle doo." I get a lot of you folks. Actually, though, if you're a big enough fan of the greatest comedy of our time to google some of its catchphrases in your spare time, I guess I probably love you too. Awesome.
I can't seem to stay on one topic for longer than a few sentences today so let's keep going with that. I recently acquired this:
A few key things to know: 1. It is a locket. 2. It is handmade. 3. The flower part is made from Czech glass. 4. The girl who made it lives just down the street (the street called I-15). Needless to say I love it. I am supporting local artists in an eensy-teensy way, and wearing it is a shout-out to my heritage, plus it is so darling if I do say so myself. This is where I need help though--what to put inside?! I had this romantic notion that I want to put something quite meaningful inside so that when I'm old and dying my posterity will consider my locket to be such a treasure. But I have no ideas yet what that significant something could be. So far the best I've come up with is a small print of this, folded up and tucked inside:
Ahhhahaha. Seriously though.
Finally, one last Valentine's treat. I just dare you to listen to this song and still try to have a bad attitude about love and the world around you. I assure you, you cannot do it friend. It will melt even the most frozen of cold February hearts. You're welcome.
In other news, I went to Best Buy yesterday and they really need to make up their minds.
Needless to say there was nobody utilizing this parking space. It's probably not all that often that a preggo mama shows up to pick up her online order. When one actually does, though, boy do they have the spot for her!
Also, notice how the sky was so clear and blue and lovely yesterday? Today it is like this:
Okay I wasn't entirely sure how that webcam through the window picture taking was gonna go and obviously it was not stellar, but you can see what I'm talking about. It's a ding dong winter wonderland out there. And normally I am all for that sort of thing but not when it is preventing me from seeing some very important people. Mother Nature, you and I are through. Don't be holding your breath for any calls in early May because I assure you, they are not coming.
While we're having fun with the webcam, why not take this opportunity to simultaneously show you I love you and display my newest haircut?
See, I transported myself to a heart-infused parallel universe just to make this valentine for you! I love you! Most likely if you are reading this then the preceding is true, and I do love you, but not if you're just someone who came here because you googled "coodle doodle doo." I get a lot of you folks. Actually, though, if you're a big enough fan of the greatest comedy of our time to google some of its catchphrases in your spare time, I guess I probably love you too. Awesome.
I can't seem to stay on one topic for longer than a few sentences today so let's keep going with that. I recently acquired this:
A few key things to know: 1. It is a locket. 2. It is handmade. 3. The flower part is made from Czech glass. 4. The girl who made it lives just down the street (the street called I-15). Needless to say I love it. I am supporting local artists in an eensy-teensy way, and wearing it is a shout-out to my heritage, plus it is so darling if I do say so myself. This is where I need help though--what to put inside?! I had this romantic notion that I want to put something quite meaningful inside so that when I'm old and dying my posterity will consider my locket to be such a treasure. But I have no ideas yet what that significant something could be. So far the best I've come up with is a small print of this, folded up and tucked inside:
Ahhhahaha. Seriously though.
Finally, one last Valentine's treat. I just dare you to listen to this song and still try to have a bad attitude about love and the world around you. I assure you, you cannot do it friend. It will melt even the most frozen of cold February hearts. You're welcome.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
super
Listen up. I think iceberg lettuce is the best base for a salad. I find it superior in both taste and texture. You heard me, romainians. And don't even think about bringing up spinach.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
a question rather droll
I've found that for me the best way to avoid any icy winter slip-ups is lift foot straight up, place foot straight down in short, firm steps. And really this tactic is just a precautionary measure of self-preservation but I hope that sometimes people notice me and admire my strict military marching discipline.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
42 inches
You know how at baby showers nowadays usually when you show up, they have you write your name and address on an envelope to be used for your thank you card? Male readers, heads up: they do this. Well it is a really good idea for a number of reasons. It is certainly much more efficient than having everyone write their addresses in a notebook, only to have to transcribe all these addresses over again onto envelopes. And it helps to ensure that the person being showered really does send out thank you cards, since that big annoying part of the task is already taken care of. What I'm saying is I fully endorse the write-your-address-on-an-envelope part of a baby shower, it is a great thing.
Still, there is something so trippy and shocking about opening your mailbox to find a letter addressed to yourself in your own handwriting. I fall for it every time--what's this?! A message from the future! What piece of knowledge did I need to receive on this very Thursday, future-Tracy? Some sort of warning? All the upcoming professional sports scores so I can finally quit my job and get rich without doing any work?!
Oh, wait, no--Sara liked the hangers. Also good to know.
Still, there is something so trippy and shocking about opening your mailbox to find a letter addressed to yourself in your own handwriting. I fall for it every time--what's this?! A message from the future! What piece of knowledge did I need to receive on this very Thursday, future-Tracy? Some sort of warning? All the upcoming professional sports scores so I can finally quit my job and get rich without doing any work?!
Oh, wait, no--Sara liked the hangers. Also good to know.
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