tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59831138375473519062011-07-08T04:16:08.706-06:00BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.comBlogger1101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-4786178961531074322011-03-25T00:27:00.000-06:002011-03-25T00:27:48.879-06:00

"I've lived too long with pain. I won't know who I am without it." Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card Everyone experiences pain. It's a part of life. At times it may feel as if it is life. There are many possible responses to pain. Some find comfort in belief that "everything happens for a reason", some work to avoid people or situations that may cause similar hurt, while some become cold and

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-25752366615191741572010-10-07T22:10:00.000-06:002010-10-07T22:10:36.190-06:00

No, not really a poll or even a soapbox. But I did get my influenza ("flu") vaccine this afternoon. Now my left arm is sore and it's not because of my coworker's ability. It's because I didn't follow the advice that I give patients. I didn't use my arm or massage the muscle. I sat in front of the computer and used my right hand to click the mouse as I browsed online. Really though, I'm more

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-17388806294889389292010-09-04T12:07:00.000-06:002010-09-04T12:07:06.106-06:00

Bad n-ght fo- me computah hestahdae.One, bent USB connectah on flash d--ve. Can't use at all. Next, spclled watah on keeboa-d. Thwee lettahs don't wo-k. Oh, and no numbahs except '2'. Good luck makeng sense of thes. We'll talk agaen aftev shoppcng at Best Bun/Offcce Depot /Offcce Max  ugh ... STAPLES

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-88011686121199202472010-08-01T18:07:00.000-06:002010-08-01T18:07:48.548-06:00

Our current apartment/condo unit, while far less ghetto than our last apartment, is really irritating right now because it has a swamp "cooler" instead of an air conditioner. (And that reminds me that the radiant heating used here is dumb too - but that's a topic for a colder day.) More than once I have told Nathan that the person who thought up swamp coolers was stupid (and should be shot/erased

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-78421418560809836682010-02-06T23:54:00.005-07:002010-02-07T00:01:03.099-07:00

Laura is one of my coworkers and I completely agree with her post today. I really wish there was a way I could tactfully have the kid's parent clean up that mess. Of course, the medical field is also a type of customer service so I imagine that a person who would stand/sit by and watch another clean up your kid's puke is the same person who would complain to my boss if I didn't do it. At work

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-21830219886022807032010-02-05T21:27:00.001-07:002010-02-06T23:37:45.055-07:00

Three young siblings were being rather teary and dramatic after my coworker had just given them some immunizations. I overheard the father saying things to try to get the children to quiet down and leave the office. The one that really did the trick (and made me chuckle) was "hurry up before she comes back and gives you more shots". This was said in a kind and teasing tone but must have seemed

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-25820293019592037902009-12-21T19:05:00.001-07:002009-12-21T19:12:07.370-07:00

Let just say lots of quality bathroom time. And I blame K. Who can refuse the affections of a two and a half year old full of hugs and kisses, even if she is harboring gastroenteritis (stomach bug) germs? Of course, I really should have known better, what with answering tons of questions at work the day before about kids having vomiting and diarrhea. Thank goodness for the first word of "24-hour

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-62582925065800427392009-10-27T18:21:00.000-06:002009-10-27T18:21:43.736-06:00

I think it's rather silly that the pharmacy cashier asked how I was doing as she rang up my purchase of NyQuil, DayQuil, Benedryl, and Immodium. Yes, it's just something people say to be polite but honestly. I prefer 'did you find everything you were looking for?' That's a good customer service greeting.

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-27518847682898806742009-09-16T00:17:00.000-06:002009-09-16T00:17:31.130-06:00

I just took one of those Facebook quizzes and it said my Japanese name is Aiko, which means 'love child'. How appropriate. This made me laugh.

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-9178559782789611422009-09-15T22:00:00.000-06:002009-10-17T14:15:04.680-06:00

I'm not on a diet, never am. However some things make me feel fat and want to be one of 'those people' who can go on diets. Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, South Beach, Atkins, etc. But this isn't about dieting. This is about fat situations. You've heard of fat clothes? Well, there are certain activities that make nearly everyone look chubby. Got my hair cut today and I don't think anyone can look

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-91171387045738621082009-09-13T17:13:00.000-06:002009-09-13T17:13:00.182-06:00

After another week of exhaustion, I told Nathan that I'm staying home from church today for 'a day of rest'. If Monday through Friday are for working and Saturday has to be used for errands and social activities, then I think I should occasionally get one day where I don't have any demands on my time. (I don't have kids so I can choose to do that)

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-57376965140341456182009-09-12T21:00:00.015-06:002009-10-17T14:41:11.439-06:00

Today I was putting on a sticker name tag when I again was reminded that I don't like wearing them. No problems with people knowing my name. It's more that the most logical placement - and where most men wear these - is in the chest area over a breast. Not very discreet. This is also why I started to dislike the Pledge Of Allegiance when puberty came along. I realize this is a little...dumb? but

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-425440329893049852009-08-18T11:30:00.003-06:002009-08-18T11:32:39.270-06:00

Is there something in your life that you wish you had never done; that you had done? There are a lot of things I wish hadn’t happened, or had happened differently. Looking back, I see that - given my knowledge, skills, and emotional state of mind at that time – many of those choices I had control over couldn’t have happened with a better outcome. I also did many things because I felt like I didn’

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-40741106371798976622009-07-24T00:40:00.000-06:002009-08-18T11:53:27.554-06:00

Enjoy your parades and fireworks Utah. 

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-5021248474736491042009-07-24T00:35:00.002-06:002009-07-24T00:35:00.262-06:00

And what kind of patriotic state has parades televised when celebrating the anniversary of the state's, er, statehood and nothing on TV when commemorating the founding of our nation? As for me, I put my country before my state. But hey, to each their own. Just don't come crying to me when people question your loyalty. Of course, it doesn't hurt to have a paid day off work for the state holiday.

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-49342200758821861262009-07-21T20:37:00.002-06:002009-07-21T20:46:40.292-06:00

I go on vacation and have two days of extremely miserable allergy symptoms which largely resolve only to be followed by two days of increasingly worse sinus pressure and ear pain. The plus side is working at a doctor's office with someone who is kind enough to call in an antibiotic so that I don't have to be sick for the rest of my stay (cross your fingers).  Have you ever tried flying with (

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-3489402376392973842009-07-16T01:13:00.002-06:002009-07-16T01:16:39.278-06:00

parents give their sons middle names and not their daughters. What's with that?? Yes, yes, when they get married they can take their maiden name as a middle name. O-kay, so we're hinging a young woman's identity (well, just name) on her future as a wife? Lame. Very lame. And if she never marries? Or is a revolutionary and decides to keep her own last name? Oh, and until then, all those forms that

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-90626869714117338302009-07-15T00:14:00.000-06:002009-07-15T00:14:57.586-06:00

I've decided that I don't travel well. Kind of like a neurotic dog or a bottle of soda. I always get anxious that I'm going to forget something, often over pack, and usually drive Nathan nuts in the process. Speaking of Nathan, I thought about it and this will be the first trip I've taken without him since we've been married. I guess I'll find out that he really can get by without me telling him

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-61487935914620624642009-07-11T16:54:00.000-06:002009-07-11T16:54:16.647-06:00

Only thing I hate more than moving is cleaning the old apartment. Nathan sent me home for a break, sweet man. He said that since I was cleaning without him for three and a half hours then he could do the same. Of course, that'll bring us to 8 PM and I'm hoping maybe he'll have it finished by then because I can't handle any more. I just really hate the idea of the less than stellar landlady having

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-47009864546399476262009-07-03T23:14:00.003-06:002009-07-15T00:19:13.352-06:00

Anyone know how to pick a lock? My filing cabinet got locked when I was moving it and we don't have a key for the thing. Grr.

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-50918249297040672082009-07-01T21:14:00.000-06:002009-07-01T21:14:10.721-06:00

I really am a glass half empty sort a gal. I'm already annoyed with certain aspects of the new apartment (yes we moved, more about that adventure in another post when I have the internet again). For instance, the swamp cooler squeaks; the hardware in the bathroom is gold colored not the usual silver; the bathroom sink has odd dimensions so that when I wash my hands they have to touch the sink

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-76836407772093252682009-06-23T15:50:00.002-06:002009-06-23T15:50:38.098-06:00

Who says I can't spend my afternoon off listening to Pandora and eating chocolate chips?

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-58144308715199914742009-05-11T21:42:00.001-06:002009-05-21T00:03:44.493-06:00

Whether you're at school, at work, or on Facebook, on Mondays you're likely to be asked (or asking) "How was your weekend?" This morning, when a coworker asked me that question, I said 'okay.' But then I started telling her about what I did and I realized that I had a pretty darn good time.On Friday I babysat for my friend. Actually, I got to play with my favorite toddler (does that still apply

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-11510018645595042012009-03-25T22:38:00.000-06:002009-03-25T22:38:00.237-06:00

I've been stiffer and sorer today than I was yesterday. My chest feels tight because of the gas they put in me (so that organs could be visualized easier). My throat is sore from the intubation (apparently standard procedure). And my abdomen hurts because that's where the doc was mucking about. I have two small incision marks - one at my belly button and the other about an inch over the pubic

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-5779451416801379202009-03-24T16:41:00.000-06:002009-03-24T16:41:02.336-06:00

Okay. I had a longer note written and then I erased it by accident. So now I'm just going to say that I got home around 3:30 and am doing well. Probably going back to sleep after typing this. Pretty drowsy from the anesthesia and pain meds.

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-43518102010559981952009-03-24T00:24:00.000-06:002009-03-24T00:24:56.549-06:00

I'm supposed to arrive at the surgery center at 7:30 AM and the operation is scheduled for 8:45 AM. Of course, it is a hospital and these things can change if the docs say so. I hope to be home by 2 PM. In the meantime, I'm not supposed to have anything to eat or drink and I'm thirsty. So I can look forward to having a good glass of water after the surgery.

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-5408725835095125282009-03-22T23:48:00.000-06:002009-03-22T23:48:04.880-06:00

Seems like I forgot to tell Nathan what hospital I'm getting the slice and dice done at. As I said to him on Saturday, Orem Community is a great place for having babies but if there's any chance of complications (like with a surgery...) then I'm going to Utah Valley. And I also arranged for a friend to give me a ride to the hospital when Nathan was fully expecting to take me there. Not sure what

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-44573064508017598102009-03-22T23:35:00.000-06:002009-03-22T23:35:22.789-06:00

I'm tired and it's late, but I just realized that, apart from my coworkers, I've only told about five people this... Sometime Tuesday morning I'm having laparoscopic surgery for endometriosis. Apparently it's routine for the patient to not know until the night before what time the surgery is going to be. Lame. The surgical center is supposed to call me after 3 PM on Monday (tomorrow) to tell me

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-8453715520242150532009-03-16T23:48:00.000-06:002009-03-16T23:48:14.439-06:00

Just kidding friends. Looks like I'm not moving into that place I excitedly posted about yesterday. Turns out the previous tenants were a little misleading about the deposit and pet policy. Instead of a $250 deposit, it's really that much plus first and last month's rent except you have to pay last month's rent when the time comes, so it's really just $850 deposit. And $100 is non refundable for

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-26508117406102153402009-03-15T13:50:00.000-06:002009-03-16T23:36:24.250-06:00

Well, Nathan and I have an appointment tomorrow to sign papers for a new apartment. Man I hate moving, but my now apartment is really bugging me and has been for a while. The new place is $600 a month and very close to my work. No more waiting for Nathan to pick me up! And I'm still being responsible with my money and not splurging for a much more expensive place that would leave us financially

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-31571754044432234742009-02-11T20:28:00.007-07:002009-03-02T01:03:43.306-07:00

Several people have asked to see pictures of my new pets. The trick has been getting the picture taken fast enough. Turns out that rodents move quickly and my camera isn't as quick as I would like it to be.Also, I can't figure out how to get the pics to post how I want them to. But here they are: Pearl (white and light gray) and Missy (dark gray with white belly). I'll post more later when I have

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-52266954200739833062009-01-27T19:53:00.023-07:002009-01-27T20:21:21.603-07:00

So. I was blog stalking this evening (my own personal phrase which today means that I was visiting friends' blogs and browsing their links to see if they had links to anybody that I knew too) when on a friend of a friend's site I found a blog that belongs to my cousin. Technically they're my second cousin and we've never met and they wouldn't know who I was unless I introduced myself and said, "

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-57516201633317778392009-01-09T20:31:00.001-07:002009-01-09T21:17:40.022-07:00

1. What is your occupation right now? Medical Assistant at a pediatrician's office 2. What color are your socks right now? Blue, Silver and White Stripes 3. What are you listening to right now? Pandora Radio 4. What was the last thing that you ate? Chocolate chip cookie dough (thanks Jessica) 5. Can you drive a stick shift? No. Have you seen me drive? Do you really want to divide my attention

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-43343670289599528972009-01-08T22:47:00.000-07:002009-01-08T23:23:04.301-07:00

Sayings such as "it takes a village to raise a child" and "no man is an island"... the continued popularity of Little House on the Prairie and Anne of Green Gables... reunion sites like MySpace and Facebook... seem to reinforce a theory of mine. I believe there is a common need within humans to have a close knit network of loved ones. The traditional community where neighbors stopped by to visit

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-71243751130920241312008-11-17T21:34:00.002-07:002008-11-17T21:41:34.266-07:00

Wiki that.Doppelganger: (noun) 1: a ghostly counterpart of a living person2 a: double 2a b: alter ego b c: a person who has the same name as anotherJust when I though you wouldn't hear from me for a long time... I linked to a friend's blog through facebook and found the link to an eerily familiar sounding website - beth.bethandnathan.com Yes, hubby and I seem to have a doppelganger. Now that must

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-42588011301559997762008-11-17T20:24:00.002-07:002008-11-17T20:33:21.675-07:00

Postings for the near future will be sparser than usual. See, my next door neighbor moved on November 1st. She was letting me mooch off her wireless internet service and I haven't signed up for my own plan yet. I'm trying to hold off until a local provider has a good promotion. In the meantime, it's www withdrawals for me.

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-72937566406934665932008-10-23T22:33:00.001-06:002008-10-23T22:40:06.588-06:00

Okay, so I've started Facebooking. (like how almost anything can be turned into a verb?) and I just want to point out how sad it is when you select someone and the screen reads: Loozah MacSmith HAS NO FRIENDS. And now they (you know, the sadistic ones who run Facebook) feel the need to broadcast your pathetic aloneness to all of internetdom. I'm sorry my non-friend. I'm sorry.

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-90433929655726996272008-10-19T15:12:00.001-06:002008-10-25T11:53:35.813-06:00

(taken from a greeting card) We have a blessing surplus.We still haven't applied what we learned last month.I've been classified as an overactive member.The bishop said to never come to church without your scriptures, and I lost mine.I'm waiting for all the stubborn people to die off.I decided to endure to the middle.If my home is the most sacred next to the temple, why should I ever leave?I know

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-19651199483413433822008-10-18T22:09:00.000-06:002008-10-18T22:10:10.107-06:00

Wisdom from my coworker Margie (not for the faint of heart)The Three Worst Smells Of Children:Bloody StoolE ColiStyrofoam that's been a kid's nose for a while

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-79843506272550438712008-10-15T21:30:00.002-06:002008-10-15T21:43:16.049-06:00

Nathan surprised me with flowers after his class yesterday (for the first time in a long time) and what do I do? I dreamed last night that he was sleeping with my sister. Not nice.

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-8267074796205609602008-10-12T20:00:00.000-06:002008-10-25T11:58:02.382-06:00

After a week visiting family, it's nice to be home.Home... where I can eat my Frosted Mini Wheats for breakfast...where I don't have to climb stairs to use the bathroom if I wake up in the middle of the night...where I don't have to be self-conscious when I walk around in a bathrobe...where my grocery store is open around the clock ...where I know how to get from point A to point B without asking

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-85436814832776729702008-10-12T19:00:00.000-06:002008-10-25T11:55:49.448-06:00

So, yeah. We took the "scenic" route home. Between Manchester, New Hampshire and Salt Lake City we landed in no less than 4 cities. Why this madness? you might wonder.Well, it began with a car accident. (Not mine. Not this time anyway) What should have been a leasurely hour-long drive to the airport took nearly twice as long because of a bottleneck at the site of a pileup that involved 4+ cars.

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-66839734340621886132008-10-05T11:57:00.004-06:002008-10-14T15:47:53.326-06:00

My trip got off to a good start. Nathan and I got to the airport early, didn't have any problems with security, and were able to sit next to each other on the plane. After a short layover in Baltimore, we landed safely in Providence, RI (Southwest doesn't have flights to Boston). And just FYI, that airport smelled funky. I hope the odor was temporary or else I'm never going there again. Then I

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-83375613753607773162008-09-04T20:24:00.002-06:002008-09-04T20:44:02.954-06:00

1. Any nickname? never really had one. a cousin used to call me Bethie...2. Mother's name? Lisa3. Tattoo? right, as if I'd volunteer for pain.4. Body Piercing? one in each ear lobe5. How much do you love your job? I'm pretty statisfied.6. Birthplace? Massachusetts7. Favorite vacation Spot? not sure, haven't been too many places8. Ever been to Africa? nope, not planning on it either!

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-1259543424101493832008-09-03T20:01:00.000-06:002008-09-04T20:24:10.760-06:00

I'm tired of not posting anything but I'm also not feeling creative. So, courtesy of coworker Ruth, here are my answers to a questionaire I received in my email today."Hit forward and place an X by all the things you've done and remove the X from the ones you have not. Send it to your friends (including me). This is for your entire life!"( ) Gone on a blind date(x) Skipped school - do college

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-88152752228924195862008-08-04T23:29:00.000-06:002008-08-06T00:04:30.502-06:00

Tonight we went to the Provo Library's grand prize drawing for their summer reading program. After a rousing game of Jeopardy, staffed by three volunteer contestants from the crowd and a glued-on-mustached 'Alex Trebek', it was time for the door prizes. The announcer was a petite, four and a half foot woman with a voice as slight as her stature who didn't ennunciate clearly into the microphone

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-38551853507727679802008-06-15T22:50:00.002-06:002008-06-15T22:54:28.483-06:00

I was at a department store and had to use 'the facilities'. While sitting down, I noticed the door handle. It said Hiney Hiders. Not much is funny in a public restroom, but that was. Maybe you had to be there.

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-53371373845420389542008-05-31T22:02:00.000-06:002008-06-15T22:54:52.960-06:00

Got my ads today with the Sunday paper. Browsing through the store sales like I usually do and . . . Shopko is having an 'end of the season' sale. For summer things. In June. Which is funny, because when I went there last week I saw a clearance rack full of coats - winter coats. I guess I better shop ahead so I'll have short sleeve shirts in August and can't find any in the stores because

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-63786785382741948802008-05-15T22:00:00.003-06:002008-05-15T22:10:38.492-06:00

had a dream last night that I was fired because I was sick and had to miss 3 days of work. thankfully that didn't happen. but today at work the office manager - my boss - asked my if I'm always sick or if it's just working there that was making me sick. yikes! i emphatically said that it was just coincidence and I rarely got so sick for so long.

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-48983996180839366042008-05-13T22:06:00.000-06:002008-05-15T22:09:11.258-06:00

Yeah, no. Saw the doc for a 2 week check up on the pneumonia. Good news is the lungs sound clear. Bad news is I have a double ear infection topped off by a sinus infection. He sent me home with more drugs and I'm staying home from work tomorrow. Send healthy vibes my way.

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-42151130428102680972008-05-07T21:50:00.002-06:002008-05-07T21:58:42.284-06:00

This is what happens when you make a habit of reading an old friend's blog without telling them. One day they decide to go private and then you have to explain that, even though you haven't visited or called or emailed in months and months and months, you want to be 'invited' to read their blog. Because, yes, you're a blog stalker and like to keep tabs on your friends in a rather one-sided,

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-20163587637151624722008-05-06T15:38:00.002-06:002008-05-06T16:05:49.629-06:00

I recently bought a box of hanging folders - you know, for filing papers. Well, the package said that there were 20 folders inside but when I counted (and recounted) there were only 19. I wrote a short email to let the company know about this descrepancy. They replied with an apology and said that a replacement product would be sent. While not the response I was expecting, I wasn't going to

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-6641029019289916162008-05-01T18:51:00.002-06:002008-05-01T19:22:28.222-06:00

What did we do for our 7th wedding anniversary last weekend?Saturday:Tulip Festival at Thanksgiving Pointromantic dinner at the Old Spaghetti Factory Sunday:made breakfast together and had muffins, fresh fruit, scrambled eggs, and sausageskipped churchstayed overnight at a cute Bed & Breakfastate curry at an Indian restaurantMonday: stayed home from work and enjoyed a 3 day weekend

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I haven't written about our anniversary because I've been SICK and haven't done much of anything since last Thursday, which is when I got Really Sick. So, I've been sick with some degree of cold nastiness for this entire month and all of last month too. I tried to do something about it at the beginning of March, but (after 2 doctor's visits and 2 courses of antibiotics) I thought I'd just have to

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While I was making phone calls at work today, reminding parents of their kids appointments tomorrow, I came across a name that made me pause. Stiletto Heaven Smith*. Honestly, what was she thinking? That little girl better love high heels. Or change her name at age 18. I've seen some unusual names while working at a pediatrician's office - names I would never use for a child of mine - but this

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-77088411397983398722008-04-13T00:15:00.000-06:002008-04-14T00:20:40.678-06:00

* disclaimer - my reviews are highly biased and does not mean that you will not like the show* I just finished watching Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End and I am not happy. I don't find it the least bit satisfying that Will and Elizabeth get to have a long term relationship in which they only get to see each other once every 10 years. For me, this is a sad ending. Honestly, how lonely

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-90312422241503649162008-04-08T14:24:00.002-06:002008-04-08T14:31:18.256-06:00

Toilet paper is supposed to be a simple purchase. Not much thinking needed, right? Well, we were running low last weekend so I went to the store and bought the cheapest one that wasn't generic. (I've had bad luck with generic TP in the past) I used the first roll today only to discover that I'd gotten 1-ply. It feels like tissue paper, but not as thick. Ick. Why do they make this stuff?So I

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-2952766378059808822008-04-06T23:43:00.000-06:002008-04-14T00:09:28.709-06:00

Crock-pot RoastIngredients:1 beef roast1 envelope Italian dressing mix1 envelope brown gravy dressing1 envelope ranch dressing1 envelope Lipton's onion soup mix1/2 cup waterVeggies as desired (carrots, celery, and potatoes)Directions:Place roast in crock-pot, sprinkle seasonings on top of roast. Place the water around the roast. Add carrots and celery. Cook on low for 8-10 hours, adding potatoes

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Rules of the Game (courtesy of The Sassy Lime):1. Go to http://www.photobucket.com/2. Type in your answer to the question in the “search” box3. Select a picture using only the first page4. Copy the html (from the lower left side of the page) and paste for the answer. What is your first name? Relationship status? Favourite candy? Favourite color? Celebrity

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-77779794173558327142008-04-02T21:58:00.005-06:002008-04-02T23:26:28.293-06:00

I found the following list in "The Laconia Daily Sun" that my mom used as padding for a package she sent me. It made me laugh, maybe you'll like it too.The No-Excuse SundayCots will be placed in the vestibule for those who say, "Sunday is my only day for sleeping in."Eye drops will be available for those whose eyesare tired from watching TV too late on Saturday night.We will have steel helmets

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-82788527453747392692008-03-26T17:53:00.003-06:002008-03-26T18:51:45.006-06:00

What I Want To Do With My Tax Rebate:buy a newer, faster computer - so it's easier to play with my digital camerabuy a washing machine - so I don't have to hang out with the creepy people at the laundromatbuy a mattress that doesn't scratch mevisit relatives in TexasWhat I Will Actually Do:refund my savings account for the amount I owed the IRSuse the rest to pay Maaco to make my car look

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-5968667877884362542008-03-22T12:44:00.002-06:002008-03-22T12:51:02.714-06:00

I was a little scared to try something with leeks in it, but I thought this soup turned out really yummy:Cock-a-Leekie SoupIngredients2.5 to 3 lb chicken, cut up4 C water1/2 C chopped carrot1/2 C chopped celery2 tsp salt1 bay leaf2 medium leeks, thinly sliced1 small potato, peeled and diced1/3 C quick-cooking barley2 C milk* We used more carrots, celery, and potatoes and only 1 leek.

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-47076111592732036802008-03-22T12:38:00.002-06:002008-03-22T12:43:35.153-06:00

I didn't write any updates this week because I was distracted by looking at blogger backgrounds. I thought that I would change my template but - after spending too much time looking around online - decided that it was too much work and that my current blogspot design is good enough. But hey! I loaded a picture of myself :)

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-72230908197749181152008-03-16T23:04:00.002-06:002008-03-16T23:09:21.018-06:00

Working days has given me less time and energy to write. Earlier this week I thought up a plan that I would write on my day off (I only work 4 days a week at my new job). I still think that's a good idea, but it didn't happen this time around because of a Plumbing Problem. And because it's already 11 o'clock at night and I always read in bed a bit before actually sleeping, that is a story that

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-87168404370121241552008-03-04T21:24:00.002-07:002008-03-04T22:53:28.351-07:00

I went in to work Monday morning. I didn't feel healthy, but I went. I stayed until noon and then threw in the towel for the day. It was slow for a Monday so I didn't feel that badly about it. Today I called in sick and spent quality time with Mr Couch and Mrs Kleenex. Stupid germs.

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-49665993884595615302008-03-02T19:38:00.002-07:002008-03-02T19:43:30.439-07:00

I figured out why I'm sick. You know how when you were a kid and home sick then your mom said you had to stay in bed all day. Kind of as a way to make sure that you didn't stay home from school just to play? Well, maybe this is God's way of saying "if you aren't going to church this weekend then you sure aren't going to have fun about it." Just a thought. I'm going back to bed now.

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-42640795896153035232008-03-01T09:58:00.002-07:002008-03-01T10:07:43.791-07:00

Yep, I'm sick again. Sniffles, cough, sinus pressure, aches... Nyquil is my new best friend. And Kleenex. And sleep. And my brand new thermometer is broken, what's up with that? I so do not have a temperature of 96.2 degrees.I don't know what I'm going to do if Monday rolls around and I'm still this sick. No way do I want to call in sick to work after I've only been there for 2 weeks. And Mondays

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-15642854563893536182008-02-26T14:39:00.002-07:002008-02-26T15:18:46.635-07:00

On February 1st I gave 2 weeks notice at work because...I got a job offer!The story goes like this - January 4 I interview with a local pediatrician's office. I'm told that they'll make their choice in the next 2 weeks. Time passes and no contact. I'm thinking, I should have written a cover letter, I should have sent a thank you letter, I should have presented myself better in the interview,

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-70908824980849188262008-01-16T10:06:00.000-07:002008-01-16T10:10:53.505-07:00

If I could, those letters would be trailing icicles - wunderground.com says that the temperature outside is 8.5 degrees Farenheit and weather.com says it's 14 degrees! Hmmm, I'll believe that the second option is more correct. I love winter but I don't like being a human popsicle.

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-64662498232778721822008-01-12T14:51:00.001-07:002008-01-12T14:55:02.180-07:00

This month when I blow out my candles, I am going to wish for a day job. I love the people I work with but I really need to work during the daylight hours. There are several reasons for this, the most important to me is that I want to see more of my husband.Last Friday I had a job interview at a local pediatrician's office. (I won't hear back for another week.) I hate the question "how did it go?

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-33860901976701228652008-01-03T12:00:00.000-07:002008-01-03T12:23:53.265-07:00

As I've been thinking about the past year and the changes it brought, 2 things stand out:1) Nathan changed jobs. Last August, his temp job with Nature's Sunshine ended abruptly. We were very fortunate because he found a new position in less than two weeks. He now works at a company called MBi Neutraceuticals. It's closer to home, has nice coworkers, offers paid time off and health insurance, and

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-68948677697053767072007-12-29T23:00:00.000-07:002007-12-29T23:10:10.480-07:00

I've suspected for a while now that I should get my hearing checked. But maybe Nathan just mumbles a lot. Neither one explains why I am so good at misunderstanding song lyrics.For months I sang along to the song that plays at the end of a TV show Nathan and I watch every week. I said, "I want to lie shipwrecked and comatose, sipping red mango juice." After a while, Nathan pointed out that mango

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-38306610282927309062007-12-25T21:56:00.000-07:002007-12-29T22:06:34.062-07:00

Merry Christmas Everyone!What are your favorite Christmas movies? Mine are Miracle on 34th Street and A Charlie Brown Christmas. I just found out that my mom really likes A Christmas story. Which is funny because I really don't like it. But now it makes sense that when I was growing up I saw it on TV every year.

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-41579285354062603592007-12-23T22:43:00.000-07:002007-12-29T22:58:10.509-07:00

1. Go to Macey's (or your local grocery store) at 7 PM on the Saturday before Christmas.2. Explain to the friendly bakery worker that you saw a sign earlier in the week that they were selling already made gingerbread dough and are they still doing that? Feel rather dumb as she says that yes, they were selling some, but she doesn't know if there is any left. (Of course lots of people will want to

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-14623133946855315462007-12-22T10:16:00.000-07:002007-12-29T22:43:06.053-07:00

This week a movie called Hogfather has been showing on TV. It's based off of a book written by Terry Pratchett. A short summary would be that an assassin is hired to kill Santa Clause. In a world where Santa Clause's face resembles a hog and boars pull the sleigh instead of reindeer.I am going to share a quote. Because I think it's neat:"All right," said Susan, "I'm not stupid. You're saying

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-46630613683468407052007-12-03T11:52:00.000-07:002007-12-04T11:58:54.196-07:00

It really, truly annoys me that Utah does not plow their roads. Saturday was a very snowy day and we had to rearrange our plans because Orem roads are not safe to drive on when it snows. It stopped snowing Saturday evening and the roads were still bad when we went to church Sunday. Not the slightest indication that the roads had been iced or sanded or anything to help with traction. No wonder

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-38629936808335779342007-12-01T10:23:00.000-07:002007-12-04T11:20:12.966-07:00

Yesterday I had a day on the town in preparation for my first party of the season. First I had to drop Nathan off at work so that I could use the car. Then I was on my own - with a debit card. After spending way too much time in the mall, I bought a cute red dress at JC Penney and some comfortable dress shoes at Sears. (Did you know Sears has cute clothes?). A haircut at Fantastic Sam's made me

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-44975607177724146052007-11-24T15:45:00.000-07:002007-12-04T11:49:27.703-07:00

We got the plates for our car today! Nathan likes to make words out the letters on license plates. Our last car was called Nelly after he saw NLY on the license plates. Our new car doesn't have a name yet, but I was the first to notice that she's a polite auto - doesn't PLZ look like please?

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-54189729193978347312007-11-18T18:35:00.000-07:002007-11-18T18:43:51.234-07:00

You Belong in 1951You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in!What Year Do You Belong In? I enjoy silly personality quizzes. I found this one through a link on The Sassy Lime. Although, I do wonder how they peg the year so exactly - why not just say the 1950's?

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-82267946416350020572007-11-09T12:08:00.000-07:002007-11-09T12:16:26.987-07:00

Nathan did me a great service this week. He programmed our VCR clock to adjust for Daylight Savings. Thanks to him, I didn't miss this week's episode of House.Boy, have I had some bad luck taping House this season. I caught the first episode but the next week I forgot to rewind the tape. Apparently the VCR needs something to record on. The next time I was disappointed because instead of House I

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-27158501712068445192007-11-08T10:43:00.000-07:002007-11-08T10:47:12.403-07:00

It really bugs me that my favourite radio station is playing Christmas music around the clock. I really love holiday songs, but only after Thanksgiving. Cozy 106.5 started the day after Halloween. For me, the music begins to lose some of the specialness if it's around for 2 months instead of one. What happened to our month of thanks?

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-43052518869791094552007-11-06T09:39:00.000-07:002007-11-06T10:39:23.184-07:00

Newspapers: Nathan goes to BYU campus 3 times a week for yoga and always brings home 2 copies of the "Daily Universe"s (so that there is a crossword puzzle for each of us to do). That's 6 papers a week. Then there's the UVSC paper that he picks up when he goes to his weekly class there. (he only brings home one because it doesn't have a crossword puzzle) And sometimes he'll stop by a building on

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-49806584072423184752007-10-23T16:50:00.000-06:002007-11-06T10:40:49.383-07:00

Yesterday, I was excited when I opened my monthly letter from the electric company. September's bill was less than $30! This is the lowest it's been since we moved in last December. Am I totally boring that this made me happy?PS. Everything in our apartment is electric - heating, cooling, stove, etc.

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-90490570134018022712007-10-12T13:04:00.001-06:002007-10-12T13:17:11.671-06:00

Jello that is 2 weeks old is gross. If you try to throw it away by turning the bowl upside down over the trash can, it will not budge. If you shake the bowl, it will make slurping noises but it will not fall out. A spoon will not remove the parts in direct contact with the bowl.Chopped hard boiled eggs on top of a pile of red and green Jello looks icky.Taking out the trash does not always make

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-61379541041953100572007-10-09T15:07:00.000-06:002007-10-10T23:41:06.926-06:00

The other night I told Nathan that he is my best friend - even more than my girlfriends. For me this was very meaningful, kind of saying you're still important to me even though we're disagreeing on a lot of stuff lately and I love you most. It was significant because I'm closer to several of my old college roomates than any of my family members. What does the man say? "That's good." Grrr.

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-45509102889639575142007-10-02T13:49:00.000-06:002007-10-02T14:01:00.577-06:00

We almost had moderate weather. Almost. One week of 70's after 2 months of 90's. Then there was Saturday. High of 50-something and slush on the windshield. Now we are up to the 60's. (sorry for the weather report)In the 8 years that I have lived in Utah (ugh), September and October have been mild months. Last year my flowers bloomed until mid-October. Which brings me to the reason I feel cheated.

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-55332161285212047932007-09-27T15:44:00.000-06:002007-09-27T16:07:29.677-06:00

I just finished my visiting teaching for September. I've always enjoyed these monthly visits. Okay, I get anxious every other month when it's my turn to share the lesson. But this time I was the one to schedule the apointments. It also helps that my partner lives just two doors down and is just a really awesome woman. We've been visiting teaching companions since I moved here last December and

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-47148336091890369092007-09-26T14:03:00.000-06:002007-10-02T14:34:46.232-06:00

It went downhill after his birthday. The next day he rode his bike to work. I get a call at 8:30 AM, the time he's supposed to start work. He has a flat tire and can I come pick him up? So I hurried myself there, we got the bike into the car, I dropped him off at work and the day went back to normal.Enter Thursday. He's up all night with our friend Stomach Flu. I, a trained medical professional,

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-88965312334698775892007-09-18T12:07:00.000-06:002007-09-18T12:43:26.133-06:00

Today is Nathan's Birthday. I got off work so we can spend the day together - that doesn't happen much anymore (because of our work schedules). We have to do some boring stuff like laundry at the laundromat and grocery shopping. Nathan knows one of his 'gifts' is the Intro to Criminal Justice course he's taking at UVSC this semester. I can't tell you what else I'm giving him because he hasn't

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-16657552647908816262007-09-15T23:31:00.000-06:002007-09-17T11:38:42.279-06:00

We just found out that Nathan passed the exam he took at the beginning of August. Now he can be paid to teach yoga instead of just volunteering for experience. Things won't change instantly though, because BYU and UVSC don't have openings for yoga instructors. So for the time being he will continue to be a TA for BYU's community classes and sub when asked to. But Yea! for passing a difficult test.

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-65185569596498039272007-09-11T13:02:00.000-06:002007-09-11T13:38:39.806-06:00

During my recent interactions with people 2 comments stand out:1) A boy at work got some new acne face wash from his mom and I, trying to make small talk, said "You'll have to let me know if it helps. I could use a good face wash." The sweet child answered, "Beth, you have acne? You must cover it up with make-up because I don't see anything." This was especially touching because I wasn't wearing

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-8032580105776400002007-09-09T11:13:00.000-06:002007-09-10T12:49:02.560-06:00

The storm is long past but my body didn't get the message. I've found a very effective way to not overeat - a sore throat. Wednesday, I fasted for 24 hours with no problem, not even cookies were tempting. The bathroom counter reads like a pharmacy shelf: Chloraseptic throat lozenges, Benedryl, Nyquil, Dayquil...Nathan has been great this week while I've been under the weather. He's a good person

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-11123451892862416702007-09-04T15:59:00.000-06:002007-09-04T16:30:32.520-06:00

A storm is coming, so says the weatherman, that will lower our daily highs from 95+ degrees to just above 80 degrees. I am very much looking forward to 'cooler' temperatures but for right now I feel like crap. My bones ache. This stuff is supposed to happen to arthritic old people, not me. I have the TV to tell me if rainclouds are coming, I don't need anything more intuitive. Thanks, but no

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-54687166984615506312007-08-23T14:11:00.000-06:002007-08-23T14:16:18.414-06:00

I'm tired of my job. I'm tired of getting home at 10:30 PM on a good day. I'm tired of seeing Nathan only on weekends. I'm tired of not being able to see my friends because I work at night and that's when they are available to meet. I'm tired of not looking at the church calendar because I can't attend the socials anyway because I have to work. I'm tired of never having 2 days off in a row. And

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-25182584560274915472007-08-20T11:00:00.000-06:002007-08-23T14:43:57.891-06:00

I spent the weekend with my 4 cousins and thought I would come back with funny stories to tell. While they did make me chuckle during my stay, the cute moments don't translate easily into writing.For instance, Allie is 4. At the end of our visit we were visiting outside by the cars. Apparently she'd had a long day and too much activity. She climbed into the backseat of her dad's car, announced 'I

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-84162281110955432832007-08-15T16:14:00.000-06:002007-08-16T15:14:39.393-06:00

Lesson: a 31.5" wide bookcase does NOT fit into a '97 Toyota CorrollaBetween the self serve area (where you pick up your furniture) and the cash registers lies the "As Is" section. Floor models and furniture with imperfections are sold here at discounted prices. Jen and I stopped for a quick look and of course I found something.Our conversation went a little like this:Me: Do you think a bookcase

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-72268940102365958642007-08-15T15:09:00.000-06:002007-08-15T15:49:41.068-06:00

Utah's only Ikea store had it's grand opening last May and homemakers statewide were thrilled. Last Friday, I went shopping there with a friend. She wanted to get a comfy reading chair for her room and I wanted to see this Ikea wonder that everyone is talking about. First impressions? Big and blue.This store is huge. Since I have no sense of direction, I stayed close to J so that I wouldn't get

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-90024315587839788592007-08-13T22:11:00.000-06:002007-08-15T14:02:30.671-06:00

Overheard at work:I don't want to piss in your cereal but...* The correct phrase may have been burst your bubble.

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-15452105514994560102007-08-12T15:15:00.000-06:002007-08-13T14:30:55.426-06:00

My friend had a birthday this week and I wanted to make her a treat. And I did NOT want to turn on the oven because it was HOT. So I made...PEANUT BUTTER CUP BARSIngredients:1 C butter, melted1 1/2 C graham cracker crumbs2 1/2 C confectioner's sugar1 C peanut butter12 oz semi-sweet chocolate chipsInstructions:Mix butter, graham cracker crumbs, sugar, and peanut butter in large bowl. Press firmly

BETHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01223892621632298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983113837547351906.post-44456381743583650492007-08-08T11:19:00.000-06:002007-08-08T11:35:38.805-06:00

My mailman bugs me. I don't think he does his job very well. Either that or the United States Postal Service is less reliable in Orem than it is in Provo.He's grumpy.We get mail for people who don't live here.One day last week, we got our neighbor's mail and they got ours. They don't keep 'junk mail' and by the time we fixed the mistake all my flyers and catalogs were in the dumpster. I enjoy

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