Well, ARUP caught on that people were spending time on Blogger, so now it is blocked from work. There go my most creative moments!

Update? Yes, let's.

Other ankle, whamo, ouch. Only had a brace for a week, but it was one of those monsterous boot things.

My brother Eric and his wife came to a family function. *jaw drops* and she managed to stay civial and not blame any of the problems of their children on me. I spent the first couple of seconds they showed up saying "what the hell?" over and over without realizing it. Hopefully they didn't notice.

I'm on the hunt for a car, so I can spend less time injuring myself, and more time: doing what I want, not asking for rides, going to SL Cemetary for lunch like I used to, driving to Antelope Island or Saltair, going camping, going to the gym, going to a movie by myself, grocery shopping, going to appointments without having to schedule around when I might be able to get a lift, DOING WHAT I WANT!

Ahem.

Let's see, with no television (by choice) I've become the voracious reader I used to be. I'm almost back up to my old speed, I can read approximately 400 pages in two days. When I'm back up to one day, that'll be a good thing.

I've been out doing more walking, well since I got the monster boot off, but I really want to be back up to hiking like I was before I hurt my ankle. I held my own, for the most part, in Goblin... but I was despondent about not being able to climb and be crazy like everyone else. Must. Get. Weight. Off.

Sadly, there is nothing else to report. So I'll give you another video. Remember Oasis, Wonderwall? Well, this is how the song should have sounded....

I just love Feist. And this is the most adorable video, to the most adorable song.

Talkin' bout our generation!



Dude, this is the coolest thing I have read in a LONG time. I want a Rock'N'Roll granny on the Dole in my family!

Coolest Grannies ever

Oh I am so excited! I am going to Goblin Valley from the 20th-22nd! It's my first real vacation in nearly four years! I can barely contain myself. Three days of camping and hiking and being with good friends. How exciting! We're going for Becca's birthday and it's going to be a reall occasion. My only sadness is that there is no way I can take Mr. Burns with me. He'd just cook in the heat and I wouldn't be able to keep up with anyone. My brother and sister-in-law normally look after him, but they are going out of town for spring break with their kids. Gah, I wish I could afford a house sitting. I've got someone to look after the kitties, but Burns needs some real attention. *sigh* I'm sure I'll figure something out. It's the one down side to pets, it's hard to just pack up and go on a trip without thinking too much.

Ah, but vacation! Yay!!

All I need is one week off work, someone to watch the babies, a hammock, 40-50 comic books (or 10-20 graphic novels) especially of the Hernandez brothers persuasion, my iPod, lots of Hansens soda, my craft supplies and not a soul for miles around.

To help the offleash areas in Utah

To all people who enjoy walking with their dogs off-leash in Parley's Gully--

It's crunch time. Those who want Parley's inaccessible to dogs are working hard to make it so, and we need to work just as hard for our rights. We're asking all of you to email your City Council Representative, and to forward this to anybody you know who also feels that dogs should be allowed off-leash in Parley's Gully.

THE ISSUE SO FAR
The City Council has put together a small group to discuss a compromise between those who want no dogs in Parley's Gully, those who want dogs off-leash throughout the park, and those who fall somewhere in the middle. While we are hopeful of a positive outcome, it's difficult to envision a positive scenario that makes all sides happy.
This could result in a standoff between sides, and a decision by the City Council to ban dogs from Parley's.

Read below to find out a few ways you can help.

1. EMAIL YOUR CITY COUNCIL MEMBER (SLC RESIDENTS) OR THE COUNCIL AT LARGE (NON-CITY RESIDENTS) Even if you've already written your City Council Representative and the council at large, please write another simple note letting them know how you feel about having your dogs off-leash in Parley's--and how it may or may not affect your vote. We want to work with the City Council, but we need to make sure they know where we stand--and how many of us there are.

Click (or copy and paste) this link to find the name of your City Council Representative: http://slcimap2.ci.slc.ut.us/website/council_districts/viewer.htm

Carlton Christensen (District 1): carlton.christensen@slcgov.com

Van Turner (District 2): van.turner@slcgov.com

Eric Jergensen (District 3): eric.jergensen@slcgov.com

Nancy Saxton (District 4): nancy.saxton@slcgov.com

Jill Remington Love (District 5): jill.love@slcgov.com

Dave Buhler (District 6): dave.buhler@slcgov.com

Soren Simonsen (District 7): soren.simonsen@slcgov.com

General Council email (For anyone outside the city limits): council.comments@slcgov.com

24 HOUR HOTLINE NUMBER 801 535-7654


2. EMAIL THE MAYORAL CANDIDATES ON THE CITY COUNCIL
There are several people running for Mayor on the City Council. Please let them know that the outcome of Parley's will influence your vote, even if you're not you're in their Council district:

Nancy Saxton: nancy.saxton@slcgov.com

Dave Buhler: dave.buhler@slcgov.com

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Charlie The Unicorn

Shuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnn the nonbeliever!

Ankle beautification, for cheap!

Ah, the beauty of torn ligaments. Look at the color, the shading, the videos in the background. Life is good.

Paxilback - Gray Kid parody of Justin Timberlake's Sexyback

I can not make my phone ring by looking at it...

Everyone needs to be reminded once in a while about how cool Jon Spencer Blues Explosion is.

P.S. Things are dandy in the land of Mindy.

Brenna, will you please get your ass out here again?

This is bullshit. Helicopters are flying over my house. I've been spotlighted while sitting on my back porch. Trolley Square is three blocks west from my house. Directly. If the apartment complex behind me wasn't there, I would be able to see the police on the street.

I am completely shaken up.

Possibly five dead. The gunman is dead.

This is bullshit.

Well, the birthday went by with hardly a ripple of recognition. Which was just how I wanted it... I think.

Welcome to the 28th anniversary of my birth. In honor of this auspicious day, grown men battered each other mercilessly on a field while struggling to run around with something that looks like a leather covered yam. This is a repetition of the theatrics observed on the day I was born.

So in honor of me being a whack job around my birthday, I wanted to bring ya'll the story of yet another whack job.

Meet Lisa, she is a mother, wife and astronaut. Her field is aeronautical engineering and she is a Navy captain. She enjoys dressing in costumes and hunting down women who get in the way of her and her crush.

So, way to go Lisa, way to hunt that women down, that'll teach her for getting a crush on a single man that you are not having a relationship with.

Say what? I just found a bundle'o'presents attached to my front door. Inside are all sorts of tiny goodies that are making me all giggly. Icy Hot? Mini crayons? A 50% adorable picture of my dear dear darling and I at her wedding (which is negative points for me trying to not look like a drowned ferrett in the humidity)? And let me just say, BEAUTIFUL necklace. I am the luckiest gal in the world.

And Bumblebee, you are not an asshole, not in any way. You are a little muffin that is full of tasty morsels. You are in reading overload, and if osmosis really worked, I'd say sleep on the books you need for the exam, but it doesn't really work that way. You need to do this, because in a couple of months, we will be free to enjoy the sunshine with our fat dogs and your silly hubby. That is, if I can find time in my busy schedule of becoming anorexic and work out addicted, oh and avoiding finishing gallery submissions at all costs.

Chai?

Let me tell you a little story that just popped in my head this weekend.

It was my 11th birthday, I was not very excited for it. My mom had made me invite a bunch of girls that I was not friends with. I think it was a slightly misguided attempt at making me become more popular. Well, all that did was make me throw a truly phenomenal hissy fit at my party. This is especially embarrassing, since all these girls had really and truly tried to make a go at having fun at my party. I'd gotten nice presents, and instead of being grateful I ran off to the upstairs to cry my eyes out. It's my party, I can cry if I want to.

I was sitting on the edge of the tub in the bathroom when someone knocked on the door and came in. One of the girls came in and sat down next to me. I don't really remember what she said to me, but I know that she was being incredibly kind. Someone had given me a magic 8 ball as a gift, and she had brought it with her and we played at making predictions. She made me laugh, made me stop crying and got me to come back to the party and start having fun. Sadly, the rest of the evening was slightly ruined by the weather... as it has pretty much always snowed on my birthday it was no surprise... but it was a particularly heinous snow storm which stopped us from completing the festivities at Round Table Pizza.

I've remembered that kindness all through the years, even though I never made any overtures towards friendship with that girl after that. She had really tried to reach out to me, and I was too self conscious to allow it to happen. But I always appreciated it.

I have been lucky enough to reconnect with this girl in the past year. She now works with me and we've been slowly getting to know each other. I think she is a real treasure and would be very proud and honored to be her friend. I think she is kind, and funny. And in my new founded spirit of gratitude, I wanted to thank her for this kindness as I come up on another birthday (17 years later).

Thank you Katie.