Cake?

Last night AJ fell asleep studying and when I found him sleeping with his laptop on his belly surrounded by books I started cleaning up. He's an active sleeper and at any moment the laptop could have been projected toward the wall.

When he felt movement around him he stirred and opened his eyes a sliver. So, I said, "Hi Boy," and he murmured groggily, "Hi Cake."

It wouldn't have been that funny except it was so out of the blue. I could only imagine he was dreaming and then saw me and thought I was a talking cake. I couldn't stop giggling I had to leave the room. When I came back in I still couldn't keep a straight face, so I had to leave again.

This morning AJ said he was upset last night because all he wanted to do was sleep, but I would not stop laughing. So, then I had to tell him the Cake Story and now it's my new nickname.

Serious Co-Op!

AJ and I got some new games for our WII. One of our particular favorites is Trauma Center: New Blood!

In this riveting simulation AJ acts as Dr. Vaugh and I am Dr. Blaylock. With Dr. Vaughn's "Healing Touch" no operation is too challenging even if the patient dies eight times in a row before we can finally complete the surgery to get a meager "C: Rookie Doctor" rating. Together we defeat unknown parasites and pathogens saving such characters as Sister Kathrine and Dr. Wilkens! We are climbing the ranks and ascending to membership within Caduceus, a US government agency devoted to curing everything. We are unravelling the mystery behind "Stigma", the unstoppable mutating virus/parasite/unknown.

From these O.R. experiences we have gleaned invaluable information:

1. Anti-bacterial gel is a cure all which can instantly heal small cuts , fuse bone fragments, and rid the body of hemorrhaging.

2. Healthy skin magically regenerates when grafting over burnt skin is required.

3. Shooting a syringe of mysterious blue formula into the patient can instantly raise his vitals.

These are all important lessons to learn! :) But all joking aside the game really is very fun and I love playing it with AJ. It's fun to be on his team!

Day of Firsts

Yesterday AJ had his first interview for an internship! It is with a company called Sebo Marketing here in Orem. AJ is heavily interested in a couple other companies, so I hope we'll have some opportunities with them too. These are exciting times for us! I feel like I am in a "Choose Your Own adventure" book! Which internship will lead us where? Can't I read ahead in my life story?

Awww! All dressed...down? Yes they recommended he not come in a suit and tie as their atmosphere is very casual. Strange. (He looks a little annoyed at me for taking a picture...hehe! Take that AJ!)

We had another first yesterday which was buying our first mattress. We slept on it for the first time last night and it is pretty comfy! AJ was sure good to let me shop for one. Our opinions differed but he was ok with us getting one even though he didn't feel that we needed a new. Oh it must be true love! ;)

Before (Well, close enough)

After

Pink Day

When I was a little girl the femenist movement was in full throttle and I felt the effects of it. One day I heard, "Can you believe that mommies have to stay home and work while daddies get to go do whatever they want?"

"Well that isn't fair that mommies have to work while daddies go play!" I thought in response. As a result I thought boys had it better, and I wanted to be a "Tough Guy" like them. I wasn't going to be a "Sissy" like girls are! [Side note: I was the biggest sissy you could imagine. For example, once I climbed up the short monkey bars and was afraid to come down. Erika had to go get my mom to help me down.] But because of this "Tough Guy" attitude I decided the color pink was for the "Sissies" to, so I hated the color. Man I was so cool I wore my hat backwards even, but I never wore pink!

Obviously my disdain of my own gender has since been disolved altogether. The last several years I've even found it within my heart to buy and wear pink clothing. But the real change happened when Olivia was born. You just can't help but become more girly when you around a little rose bud. (That is what I thought she looked like when she was born: a perfect representation of a young rose flower in human form, just so pretty).

So I have become so girly that I inwardly accept pink, but I outwardly proclaim to hate it and all it stands for. We're making progress. Maybe soon I will publish a statement of my public acceptance of pink.

Anyway, very short story long, on Valentines Day I (sort of) surprised AJ with a pink dinner! I made a chicken pasta and died it pink, sliced apples, pink juice mixed with bubbly Martinelli's, and pink cookies with pink frosting.

Perhaps that counts as my public statement of acceptance...Nah! I still hate pink!

Dream Home

This is my dream home. It is in Gilbert, AZ in a new neighborhood called the Garden Villas at Cooley Staion. But they are almost sold out and I don't even know if we'll end up in AZ. It all depends on with whom AJ gets employment. And he doesn't graduate until April of 2009. :(

I even emailed the people of Capital Pacific (the home builders) to see in what phase of the project they are. They are 85% done. They project to be completely sold out in 10-12 months. That is awful timing.

But if that dream flies out the window there is always another one flying in. Come on destiny, cook me up something good! You have one year of bake time!

http://www.capitalpacifichomes.com/model.aspx?modelid=4426

Winter Wonderland

Contradiction:
Nearly the only thing I detest about the winter is Snow (and the cold).

Nearly the only thing I enjoy about the winter is Snow.

I think I have seen more snow this winter than an any of my former Utah years or in my college years in Rexburg. What is going on? As soon as roads and sidewalks begin to reveal themselves from beneath the gray muck I know what the forecast holds: more snow. I strongly suspect it has snowed every other day since Christmas. I think I have seen every kind of snow imaginable: small ball, big ball, small fluffy, large fluffy, downy, sticky, wet, dry...

I've heard that Eskimo and Aleut cultures have multiple words for snow. This is what Wikipedia has to say about it, "It is reasonable to suppose that Eskimo languages would have several extra words to describe snow... This is because they deal with snow more than other cultures, just as artists have more words to describe the various details of their profession — what a non-artist calls "paint", the artist identifies as 'oil paint', 'acrylic paint', or 'watercolor'. "

I dislike snow because it means the outdoors are cold enough to freeze water. There is no disputing it: I have an emense distaste of cold temperatures. Why does it have to get cold at all? In nature and the animal kingdom the winter is marked as a time of death, pain, starvation, stagnation, and regression. Winter is "The Hard Times". Sometimes I wish I could just sleep through it all like bears and other animals do.

But amongst the ugly, there can also be beauty. Yesterday morning I noticed as I walked out to my car that again it was covered in snow. Not surprising. But as I brushed off the windows this fluffy down glided so gracefully I giggled. It was magic! The sun peeked out behind thin fog-like clouds and as I drove to work through a white wonderland, glitter and sparkles flashed all around me. This is what I love about snow.

Notwithstanding my love of the organic glitter, I thank my lucky stars I am not an Eskimo. I don't want to have the expertise to identify several different kinds of snow.