11.23.2009

"hello trailer todd." "hello trash-li."


Sad to say it, but we will miss the closet. or at least the people outside of it. we've grown quite fond of all of them.




we are moving into a trailer. yes, that is fake brick with wood paneling underneath. and a cushioned counter and cushioned base boards. and soon chickens in the back yard. and there will soon be carpet on the porch. and there is a SPARE bedroom! we can't wait to have you come visit! i will make you breakfast if you make the best trailer trash joke.

11.05.2009

okay fine, i'll post.

just kidding. i know that no one really cares if i post or not. it's mostly for my own musings. but i have been thinking lately of the weird places i have lived since i moved out of my parents house. not the locations necessarily, but the actual living quarters. i lived in an unfinished cabin with annie for a while. it was about 6 weeks before we had water, a toilet, electricity. and it was on a gold dredge as part of the tour. another time i lived in a garage with sara. we fit some bunk beds in there. but i have been particularly been thinking about the places i have lived with todd in the last few years since we have been married. we've lived in both fun and annoying places. for instance: we've had 2 midget showers. but i will let the video illustrate.



i love that song. it reminds me of when me and todd first started dating. and i was wearing that double breasted corduroy jacket. and he was wearing that insulated levi jacket of his grandpa's.

6.30.2009

Wheel Funny

Somebody has stolen my bike. Or maybe they borrowed it. Because if they knew how much this bike means to me, I am sure they will be returning it shortly.







I have heard of people getting their bikes stolen.

I found this bike in a garage in Logan. The owner of the house said I could have it. A couple weeks later we found a clone of it at a used bike store that was todd's size. Yes, by some magic todd and i had twinner schwinns. We pimped our rides. And now someone has stolen my bike. I am speechless, "spoke"-less.

Going around town with out that bike is like going around with my shirt off. Or leg off. It is awkward and sad. I went everywhere on that little guy, commuting, shopping, errand running, recreating. It makes me want to do this:


I would have rather they stole my car. I hope the proceeds are feeding a family of seven living in a dingy cellar. I can see no other reason why someone would take it. Maybe if we all work together and shop at a lot of pawn shops, we can find it. Like Elizabeth Smart. (I am not comparing the losses.)

6.13.2009

If you buy a missionary a burrito...


The other day we were at Carlo's Kitchen in Rose park when two missionaries came in. I was feeling bad for them because, well pretty much just because they are missionaries and have to wear the same clothes everyday, have to be with weird companions sometimes, always have to get up early... so I gave them a five dollar bill to buy a cookie. Assuming that is how they would spend it because that's what I would do. It was consequently the last of my cash.
The next day was crazy and I stopped at the "supermercado" to get something to eat. I was having a really bad day, and thought this would be the ticket. I had to walk thru one of those rotating metal things that they have at Lagoon for line management to get in the store. After a long and painful process of me trying in spanish to order tacos, then switching to a burrito I miraculously got my food and was so happy. I reached to pay, but remembered my check card had expired. Then I looked for some cash, but the missionaries had it. So I wrote out a check. The girl looked at me weird for a while. Then she got her manager. There was quite a few bystanders watching us carefully. They examined the check and me for a while and then said 'sorry' and reached over and took my burrito out of my hands. I turned to leave shamefully and then I remembered the missionaries...I was sure she would say, "oh just take the burrito!"... because she would be inspired. Then in real life she said, "Miss!" and I joyfully turned around to go back and get my burrito. But instead she just handed me my invalid check.
And then I got stuck in the rotating metal thing. I could feel the pitiful looks and sighs people were giving me. Then I sat in my car and had a short cry... and who should I see ride by on their bikes a small moment later? The missionaries.
So I guess that's how it turns out sometimes, but in a way we still came full circle.

3.31.2009

mikey and trevis



We went to the tree hugger's ball. It was great. There was a raffle. I had twelve quarters and bought 3 tickets. There was a particular prize i wanted so much. For some reason, the last two raffles I have been to, someone has given me their tickets when they had to leave early. I was standing on the stairs when a couple came by
and handed me a stack of tickets and wished me good luck. I could feel the good karma radiating from the tickets, and I knew they would produce me my particular prize. Just before the raffle, the thought came to me that I should share the tickets with the people with me. It seemed the right thing to do. To pass along the generosity and good energy. But the very power that seized Smeagle's heart came over me. My hands began to sweat and clutched the tickets with a choking greed. But I wouldn't be had. I wouldn't be the weak link that broke this chain of the goodness of mankind. So I split up the tickets among us, and kept my good faith that if it was meant to be, I would still go home with my prize. The raffle proceeded. I sat anxiously coming to terms with the idea of watching my prize walk away with another person who I had given the golden ticket to. I stared down at the fateful numbers as one by one they read them off. They read my numbers! I ran down, tripping to see what I won. Then sheepishly walked back trying to go unnoticed when the announcer told me i was mistaken. Then again. They read my numbers. I got up to claim my reward, but sat back. I I was too embarrassed to be wrong again. But then I saw it. The particular prize. He held it up. Read the numbers again. I leapt from my seat. Ran down the stairs. Then I walked away, rocking my particular prize with amazement in my arms. So I would like to take this time to thank the two ladies that gave me their raffle tickets without hesitation. I hope the universe circles the good karma back around to you and that I always find the courage to pass it along!

As for the pictures, my brothers have both found new talents! Trev as a photographer, and Mike a model! I am so darn proud! These were my favorites.

3.08.2009

i have a few things to say



but it's pretty late. and mostly i just keep getting so sick of the pictures on our blog that i want to update. there is only so much "watch dog" you can take.

i think everyone should know just a couple things, then i will blog what i really have to say later.
first of all we met a girl who saved a butterfly by giving it mouth to mouth. just visualize that. use it as your meditation mantra. "in, out. in out." and picture it flying away with all your troubles...

i took the kids from school skiing. it was a dream. i can't wait to get pictures.

the tree hugger ball is coming up for todd's work. it is on the 27th if anyone wants to go. if you come, i'll talk todd into keeping the chops.

2.24.2009

Watch Dog

Todd told me his co-worker is starting a watch dog for the police to keep an eye on their inappropriate use of violence. Which is funny, isn't that what the police are supposed to do? Would you call this a paradox, ironic, or a simple oxymoron? Remember the guy who got beat up by the police for not 'watching' his 'dogs'? It was all because he left his dogs in the car. We all better watch it these days.

(a watching dog)
(a "watch" dog)
There is a "watch dog" at the library. Or maybe a library police? If you have chocolate milk on the side of your desk, he will stand up from his desk which is right next to yours and yell at you. He will worn you that it will only take a small momentary dash to knock it on the floor and cause "everyone in the library ALOT of TROUBLE!" Believe me, he's "been there before!" And he will continue to warn you as he sits down. And for a while after that. But don't worry, it won't be that awkward. Because he carefully talks as loud as he can so other people will look.


We like to "watch" the "dogs" at the dog park. Some people are normal, most are not. The dogs are usually normal. I see uncomfortable, forced chats among dog owners. Todd saw an old couple put their dog into a stroller after it played.



Now let us not forget to:

("Watch") (DAWG!)

Could we ask for a better "watch dog"? Thank you bounty hunter!

1.30.2009

i am so sick of those tree pictures


well heck. we haven't blogged in so darn long. it's hard when you see people and you wonder what on earth they could possibly care about you blogging when they see you all the time. or see you enough. but i will just give you a few quick updates:

-todd started a new job. it is an americore position at a non profit called tree utah. it is cool. he is helping to plant trees, coordinate volunteers, and work at the U in an environmental class.

-Christmas was fun.

-We went to Hawaii. It was great. i don't have pictures yet, but when i do, i'll post some. So here is one from when we went last time. Todd mostly surfed. I tried but I got cold and wasn't very good. Todd wore his Obama shirt the whole time in order to provoke my uncles, cousins, brother, dad, and grandpa. it was a great success. and i skydived. so did some of my family like aubri, jared, and trev. it was neat.

-Everyone is having a birthday! Happy birthday Aubs, Ty, Jared, Alina, Star, Faith and baby EV!!

-I went with sar to a meditation this week, and i loved it! everyone should come. my favorite part was when we had sharing time and someone would say their name..like "i am will." and everyone would say..."will" "will"

-Today I was in an assembly at East High modeling African clothes with the African kids I work with. If you are wondering if that is normal, it is not.

yeah, i found those pictures. but i got them off of facebook, so they are tiny. o well.