Sunday, December 28, 2008

One Year

Today is our (mine and Bryan's) one year anniversary! Marriage is great!

P.S. Thanks to David Lewis for wearing the wedding tie in honor of the celebration of our big day.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Big Town Hero

Last weekend when I was preparing to fly back to Utah from Oregon I stopped to grab a bite to eat at the airport at a sandwich place called Big Town Hero. The sandwich was really yummy, so I thought I'd be cool like Greg and take a picture to share with you all.
Ta-da! This was a 8" cranberry, turkey, lettuce, and cream cheese on white bread. Yum.

When I walked around the corner after I ordered I found some great things...
This is always my motto.

After I realized the depth of what I was looking at I thought I'd better give you a closer look. Hehe. I hope you can still come for Christmas, Chris and Anna (and Soapers)!




Sunday, December 14, 2008

Pirouetting

There are things in life that get to me. Things that get to me in places I forgot I had. It's like when you'd been a dancer for years and then stopped, but someone does a pirouette and suddenly the music starts to play through your head and you can feel the costume on your body and you feel yourself spinning backward through time. Even though if you were to do your own pirouette right then and there you'd probably fall over. There are things that get to me like that.

Usually I try to be witty and funny. I've learned when to pause for laughs, I guess. Tonight, however, I hope you'll indulge me in something else, something "long and boring." I guess this is proof that sometimes I miss writing. And performing.

About a month ago my mom called me up and asked if I would come home at their expense to pay them a Christmas visit and watch them in their performance in the high school play. Of course I said of course. Bryan would need to study for finals anyway. So I flew in on Friday night, would see the play Saturday night, and fly out again Sunday evening.

When I graduated from high school back in 2004 I had performed in and participated in (meaning I was a crew member for "The House At Pooh Corner") somewhere around twelve plays (and at least three dance concerts) during the course of my high school career.

I knew a lot of people back then--that just sort of happens when you live in the same house your whole life--but I didn't expect to recognize anyone in this play except for the teachers. Even the kids who were freshman when I graduated had now graduated, so I didn't really know anybody left at the high school, I thought. Instead I found out when I arrived that all the primary kids are seniors now and there they were giving me hugs and treating me like I was their hero big sister back to pay them a visit. I felt unexpectedly (and perhaps uncomfortably) noticed and appreciated. Anyway, so I expected to hide in a shadow of too many years past and only come out for a few hugs. I expected to float by as a person completely too far distant from a world I'd left to even really be said hello to.

But I didn't. Instead of just going and leaving I found myself feeling it mandatory to stop at Freddy's on the way and buy flowers for my parents. Despite my grandparents' generous offer to pay, something deep down wouldn't let me. I had to give back to all the people who had brought me flowers back when it had been my turn and made me feel like a real somebody. I thought of the blue roses from Kate and Whitney and so the flowers had to be completely from me. Then I almost cried writing the notes to my mom and Vati and Karlyn and Mark. I never knew going to see one high school play would be such an emotional experience for me. In fact, I almost cried quite a few times before we even walked into the theater.

The play was great. When my mom first invited me she told me they were performing "Our Town," so I had to shift excitement gears for what I was looking forward to when I showed up yesterday and my mom and Vati were wearing t-shirts for "It's A Wonderful Life." Mom had said the wrong thing a month ago and never thought about it to re-tell me.

But it was a great performance. And Vati had a pretty big part! I was genuinely surprised and truly impressed by his sincere performance. Some people don't seem natural on stage, but he sure was. I think I was always afraid to be myself, to be a real person when I performed, but he didn't seem inhibited by that. When he made a personal aside to George Bailey to make sure he was okay, that he couldn't offer him some kind of assistance, I had to hold back some tears because, as his daughter, I have experienced personally that same moment during difficult times. He wasn't so much Mr. Bishop as just Vati and Mr. Haynie and Brother Haynie and Dad. He gave a part of himself to the audience that I was always too insecure to offer. I guess real grown-ups are like that.

Mom was also very mom. And very excited to be in a play. And rightfully so. Despite her lack of lines, she was the kind of ensemble actor that none of us could ever help being. There you are walking on and off the stage feeling like a star when probably nobody is paying attention to you except for your family and friends (and in Mom's case all of her students who went to catch her one line in order to get extra credit in their English class), but you don't even care because you get to be included. You get to be a part of something. You're in. And it's all worth it. I know. I've been there. I know I was in more plays than David, but he certainly had more fame... and lines.

The thing that got the music playing through my head and the costume on my body and doing pirouettes and falling on the floor, however, was the after-performance rituals. On closing night the cast always has a little ceremony after they've greeted all their guests where the same things always happen. That was when the music started playing loudly enough for me to hear it. My toes started tapping to that all-familiar rhythm. Karlyn and Mark (the director/ costume designer/ everything else and her set designer/ builder/ sound booth/ everything else husband) showered the backstage crew with praise and presents. The seniors gave their gifts to everybody. They gave Karlyn her charm. They gave Mark his Mountain Dew. I found myself whispering to Mom, "You guys are lucky. Before they started the tech. theater class we used to have to strike the whole set and put away every single nail and board and sweep the stage before we could even start this. And then it would take hours. And then we'd still be going to the cast party. That's why we were always getting home at three in the morning."

Although a lot more people than I had expected (since I was expecting none) came up and said hello to me, as the ceremony went on I found myself fitting more and more the fly-on-the-wall description I had initially spelled out for myself since this particular ceremony had nothing to do with me. I could hear Karlyn's words echoing in my mind, "It is not all about you." She said that once in reference to an inappropriate audience who had been yelling cat calls when certain cast members would come out on stage. But I've always remembered it and taken it to heart and I still think of it whenever I think of saying or doing something just to be noticed. After all, it's not all about me.

After everyone else had left to go to the cast party and I was still hanging around to chat with and say goodbye to Karlyn and Mark it seemed like any amount of chit chat couldn't reconcile my flood of memories. They were thinking of the show they had just finished producing and of what days to take down and put away what and of going home to their beds. But I was thinking of "Okay. Beans. Bye." I had the beginning of "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat" playing through my mind in a way I couldn't get to stop. I was thinking of "treacle tart" and the oohs at the beginning of Blood Brothers and the way that Jesse always made me laughing and mad right as I was supposed to go on stage. I was thinking of "Dearly Departed." I was thinking of how I had dropped my line at the beginning of the pageant in our dress rehearsal for "The Best Christmas Pageant Ever" and how I looked across the stage at Karlyn and she didn't know my line either and finally I blurted out something that took us to the next cue, but meanwhile the audience was busting up laughing because the whole thing fit my character so well and they thought it was on purpose. I was thinking of how I didn't even know about so much of the drama that was going on back stage during "A Piece of My Heart" since I didn't leave the set for the first fifty pages or so and how that made me feel like a real lead. I was thinking about the award from my final performance when Karlyn honored all the seniors and bragged about us individually for a moment and confessed how much she'd miss us.

I'm sure she did--I know she did-- but the trouble is that the productions didn't stop just because I graduated from high school and moved away to college and got married. Instead the primary kids were standing up front being seniors and handing out gifts to the crew and I'm sure during the coming spring performance Karlyn will cry when she starts to talk about how much she really will miss them too.

It's funny-- in a sobering kind of way-- to think back on the things and people that your life used to revolve around. I used to live and breathe for these plays even though I wasn't some great star, which I knew. I don't think it ever occurred to me at the time that I was giving months of rehearsal for three days (or six days for a musical) of performances. It was all I aspired to; I didn't think about that we were only putting all that preparation into one or two weekends. Even if someone had come out and said it to me the idea still wouldn't have made it into my bloodstream. All I knew was to enjoy it for as long as it lasted and then stress about auditions for the next one. And I loved it.

As graduation came on closer and closer Karlyn and Kline urged and committed each of us seniors to continue to promote the performing arts throughout our lives in some way. I tried to be sincere as I committed myself, but I knew deep down that I would be offering the joy I found in theater as a sacrifice for going away to a new place void of my Kate and Whitney, my Sabrina, my Brad and Malcolm, and especially my Karlyn and Mark. I know I was perhaps a small memory in their lives, but they are still so much a poignant memory in mine.

For most students in the drama program all they knew of it was what they had experienced during their four years of high school, but for me plays were primarily OCHS productions. Karlyn would refer, sometimes, to productions from five or six years previous and I was the only kid in the class or cast who remembered those scenes without any help since Mom had been taking me to see the high school plays for as long as I can remember. I remember when MyLiege and Sierra were in "Quilters." I remember when Rocky was a high school student doing volunteer art projects with his hand-made O.C. history coloring pages in my third grade class. I was there the night someone pulled the fire alarm part way through "The Miracle Worker" and they had to start back at the beginning of the scene after everyone finally filed back into the old auditorium at Jackson campus. What do I do with those memories now?

What am I supposed to do with any of this?

I never quite know what to do with myself when I visit home anymore. Is there a way to not make it all about myself and still not be forgotten? Or forget? It makes me wish I could bring my gaggle of girls with me anywhere I go so I could still make myself happy just making a fool of myself. I know that I can't. And so I feel a little sad about a world I thrived in which I cannot be a part of anymore. After all, what is performing good for except to know that you're making Sabrina laugh and Whitney cry? It's fun to dance just to dance, but it's priceless when you know that Kate is looking like a robot photographer next to you. So I don't mean that I could never perform again, but that it's the OCHS productions that I still have dreams about often enough that I can't deny how much it meant to me or how much it became a part of me. I pulled a muscle tonight. And although it was muscle memory, it was one which I had forgotten would move that way.

I wish I could offer something insightful to close with, but it's too hard to close when my heart is still wandering "[w]ay, way back many centuries ago[.]"

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Dear David x-,

I wish I had a cool name like yours.


...for reals. 63.

The most bizzar phone conversation I have ever overheard

So I was walking to campus just now when some random girl started walking close enough to me that I could hear her phone conversation. It went something like this.

-Have you talked to Mom today?
-Oh, well I was wondering how she's doing because she decided to put Jordan on (I can't remember what it was called) for his kidney. (Maybe it was liver.)
-Yeah, well I guess she's nervous about it because it's on Aunt Nancy's cry day.
-Yeah, well I guess it'll just give her more to cry about.

...What?! Who in the world is Aunt Nancy and why does she have a cry day?! I felt a little insane just listening to the conversation. Especially since the girl was saying everything in a really peppy voice; not what you'd expect in reference to Aunt Nancy's cry day.

May something like that never be said of me.

Monday, December 8, 2008

Dear Chris,

What is habeas corpus? Apparently Joseph Smith used it a lot to get out of jail and stuff.

Dear Anna,

Now you can come to Christmas. I FOUND THE PRESENTS!!!

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Some more

Drunk Russian. (Sorry it's sideways.)

Neigh

Crazy floaty picture.


The sock.


Keep scrolling....




.....





........


........


...................did you notice the gorilla in the background?


"Wheel of Morality turn turn turn. Tell us the lesson that we should learn."

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Picture day

People keep asking me for pictures of Bryan and me for various things (mostly we're just pretty famous I guess) which means I have been looking through the pictures on the computer and have come across a few great ones.

Quite possibly one of my favorite pictures of Anna the Manna.

Hahahahaha...

Nazi Germany Easter propaganda poster.


I love technology, but not as much as you you see.

Chris: Anna, did you use the good brown sugar?

Anna: Maybe.

Hehe...

Eventually we decided we had to stop having book club. Emily just couldn't control her temper.

Mother Teressa with the children.

Okay, well, I'm really tired of waiting for pictures to download, so maybe I'll pick up on this fun again some other day.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Reasons why I deserve a peanut butter twix right now

1. Two hours ago I got home from work and changed into normal clothes (as opposed to the limited options I am allowed to wear at work) and had a brain lapse i.e. decided to wear my really cute pink birkenstock shoes to walk to campus even though I know they tend to make my feet sore because I thought if I walked really slowly (which I did) my feet would think I was taking a lot of really short walking trips instead of one big long walking trip to campus and thereby trick the powers that be into not making my feet hurt. Instead I think I have a very large blister on my right foot but I don't want to take my sock off to check right now because I'm sitting in the library because I'm waiting for Kendra to come pick me up from campus so I don't have to walk home, but she can't come until Abbi wakes up/ Chris's class gets over an hour from now.
2. I still have not found the mysteriously-misplaced Christmas presents and it makes me want to cry at night.
3. Last night I had a dream that I found the Christmas presents and I was very happy and relieved, but then worn out and very sad when I woke up and realized it was only a dream.
4. I can't even remember where I found them in my dream which was probably the whole point of the dream.
5. I have homework that I should be working on right now instead of writing this.
6. I'm hungry.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

So excited for Christmas in Virginia

These are some things I have to say about the upcoming family Christmas extravaganza:

1. Let's make gingerbread houses!
2. I might have lost everyone's presents except for Nathan's. Umm... for real. Maybe you can all start praying that I will find them again.
3. Hooray for getting to go on an airplane ride to Virginia with Bryan instead of all by myself. I never knew why people hated airplanes until I had to fly from Oregon to Virginia all by myself a couple years ago. SO BORING.
4. Hooray for the new house! I am very excited to see it and be in it.
5. I am hoping for a white Christmas. I don't think I've ever really had one. Even the few times it's happened in Oregon the snow melts after a few hours and it's all slushy anyway, so I don't think that really counts.

Monday, November 24, 2008

In honor of Marae's visit

Readjusting my Chacos makes me feel like I have the biggest big toe in the northern hemisphere.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

There might be

-half of a pie in my fridge that's been there since Halloween. I keep saying to Bryan, "Oh man, we need to throw out this pie," but he hasn't taken care of it yet and I don't want to either. I wonder how long it will stay there...
-red fingernail polish on my fingers. Bryan and I babysat Abbi and Charlie last night and Abbi informed me that she wanted her nails painted. While I was painting her finger and toe nails I thought I might be a fun/ cool aunt and paint mine as well. I remember now why I never paint my nails. Reasons: #1. I have triangle toes which have really small toenails and my pinkie toenail hardly has a nail at all so when I paint my toenails it's like painting my toe. Luckily this time I only painted my fingers. #2. My knuckles are too fat and my fingers are too short to draw that much attention to them. #3. I don't wear enough make up (only mascara once in a blue moon and sometimes clear lip gloss being not enough) to wear nail polish and I end up looking fashionably out of balance when my fingernails look ritzy and my eyes look washed out. #4. I can never wait long enough for the fingernail polish to dry and last night I got some red fingernail polish on my one and only pair of jeans. #5. Red fingernail polish might make me look like a cheap you-know-what...
-no breakfast in my tummy even though I have been up since 7:30am. And now I'm supposed to be somewhere.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Haiku That's True

Today I saw some-
one riding on roller blades
in front of Wal-Mart

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Some things I'd like to say

1. So I work in the baptistery at the temple on Wednesday nights and I've had a lot of insights during the time I've been working there. I guess some of the insights have been more of a spiritual nature, but the one I had last night was not, so don't feel guilty reading this post. Okay, so when I used to go to the baptistery when I was single I was always so secretly mad at all the old people working there for talking so loud in the temple. I thought that since they were there so often they didn't think it was as sacred anymore or something. Then last night I had a revelation (again, not spiritual, so don't worry). The old people talk so loud because they can't HEAR! I was whispering something to the old man in charge and he said "What?" kind of loud and that's when I realized for the first time that they just don't hear so well. I take all of my mean, judgmental thoughts back.

2. I do shave my armpits. I just didn't respond to Chris' post on it a little bit ago because that was the week or so when you will all notice that I don't think I posted on anybody's blog since I was so swamped with my class and my job and everything else in life.

3. Our car broke. But it turned out to just be a bad connection to the battery. Hooray for only a $7 part!

Monday, November 17, 2008

Also

I have a few more things to tell you about him.

1. Today he sang the Spice Girls song "So tell me what you want, what you really really want" to me when we were leaving our apartment. I don't remember why. Chris- remember when we were singing Spice Girls during Settlers that one night? Except I was really hopped up on drugs and you were just hyper.
2. Today when Bryan and I were in the car we were listening to a country station, but it was turned down low. When some random song came on Bryan turned it up a lot and started singing along, but not to be funny. Who knew?
3. Last night I got on the Martha Stewart website to get more craft ideas for Christmas and after the page had been up for about 2.5 seconds and my eyes were still looking at headings, Bryan immediately pointed at a video clip and said, "Play it!" Martha taught us how to dress a turkey. (Although she says it's really "undressing" the turkey since they're rid of all their feathers and everything.)

Something has gotten into my husband. Also, he might be a bit more like Chris than I originally knew.

My Husband

Bryan is SO COOL.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

It's beginning to LOOK a lot like Christmas

Since Bryan won't let me start decorating our apartment for Christmas I thought I'd go ahead and start on here. Especially since I stole the other background (meow) from Emily K. Here's to reindeer!

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Sometimes I actually try to write about real things

Okay, so I always hate to make more than one post in a day because then I'm afraid no one will read the previous ones and they will miss out on all my cleverness. So please, if you're only going to read one of my posts today, I would have to advise you to read the turkey poem as it is by far my most genius work being featured today. However, when I saved my new Thanksgiving poem in my poetry folder on my computer today I stumbled across a few other things in that folder which I had either temporarily or entirely forgotten about. While I'll go ahead and boast that I was impressed with all of them, most were somewhat depressing poems I wrote while Bryan was on his mission and I was lonely, so I'll spare you from those and just share this one, especially since I have been trying to catch up on my Book of Mormon reading chart today since I have today and tomorrow off of work and somehow during the past couple of weeks I have had absolutely no time for blogging and reading three chapters of scriptures each day and other great things like that. Consider this the bathroom wall, Marae.


The Whoremongers and We
By Kathleen Mayer

I have often wondered how it could be
That with such a clear date they could not see
That in so short a time Christ would be
Among them

How could they in foolishness be so shortsighted
Thinking their wrongs were somehow righted
And that their brethren were foolishly excited
That no Christ would come among them

How could they mercilessly torture and fight
Those who had waited to see the great sight
When in Zarahemla on that day that was night
Christ would be among them

And how could they spit and mock and scorn
While those who were faithful stood by to mourn
For all had so clearly been forewarned
Soon Christ would be among them

Didn’t they know that their fierceness would fail
And the one who would come to pay their bail
Was that very same savior whom they should hail
The Christ who would come among them

They did not see and they did not trust
That on the morrow the miracle must
Come to pass and destroy their blood lust
Christ would be among them

And on the morrow they hid in shame
Knowing that only they were to blame
For the destroying of their good name
For Christ had come among them

The whoremongers and we would be
Wiser by far if in faith we would see
That no matter the time frame in which we plead
Christ has and will come among men

(Written February 9, 2007)

I will admit that there may very well be mixed up references to different signs given and if anyone can straighten me out I would appreciate it. I am especially unsure about my reference to the day that was night (or was it a night that was day... or both?) mixed with the instance where the wicked were killing the innocent because the innocent wouldn't fight back and then finally the wicked stopped, but not after a lot of men were already killed. Same night? Not the same night? Even in the same book of scripture? Obviously I have not yet a master scriptorian. What an unimpressive way to end this post. Still, I think the message I am sending is pretty clear, which I will express more simply here now. I'm always so amazed that the people in the Book of Mormon were so foolish about not expecting Christ to come in the so near future when, after all, didn't they notice the little asterisks telling them how many years away they were from Christ's coming? I think about that sometimes when I'm reading and I think the only conclusion I have yet reached is that I am bound to be one of those fools unless I work at being better a little better.

In tradition of Thanksgiving at the Haynie home...

Starting with the Thanksgiving spent at Nana and Granddad's up in northern Washington when I was a teenager, my mom made it a tradition that we weren't allowed to eat Thanksgiving dinner until we had written and shared a Thanksgiving poem. The one I wrote that year was by far the best I've ever written since, so I will share it now.

A Concise History of Thanksgiving
by Katie Mayer

Once there was a turkey
Turkey, turkey, turkey
Once there was a dinner
Yum, yum, yum
Once there was a hunter
Bang, bang, bang
How smart was the turkey?
Dumb, dumb, dumb

Also, today I have thought up a Thanksgiving poem for this year. It of course in no way compares to the genius of my teenage Thanksgiving glory, but here it is all the same:

Gather ‘Round the Table
By Katie Lewis

Gather ‘round the table and
With bowed heads thank the Lord
For blessings and for bounty
Which no mortal could afford
For luxuries of peace of mind
Of loved ones and of health
For these are things
Which to man brings
His greatest precious wealth

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Rainy days bring out the 80's

Today on the way home I heard "Ice Ice Baby" on the radio and couldn't help but wonder- do you think the background singers/ chanters for Vanilla Ice brag about their glory days?

Anything less than the best is a felony.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Sacrament Meeting on the Couch

This evening Abbi (my two year-old niece) came up for a little visit. While she was sitting on the couch with me she spotted my mini Book of Mormon and proceeded to "read" from it. This mostly consisted of flipping through the pages from front to back and then from back to front over and over again. Then she started requiring us to raise our hands and thanked us for doing so. After about the fifth time she did this we realized she was acting out the process of sustaining that she sees in church on Sundays during Sacrament Meeting. She also said a couple of prayers for us. About all we could understand was "Dear Heavenly Father" and "Amen," but it was a pretty good job all the same. I've included a video for your enjoyment.

video

The sequence of the video is as follows:

-Abbi doing sustainings

-Abbi saying a prayer

-Abbi telling Uncle B ("daddy") to fold his arms during the prayer

-Abbi finishing the prayer

-Amen

P.S. Chris and Anna- You will appreciate knowing that before Abbi started conducting church services in our living room she was sitting next to me while I showed her pictures of you guys on Anna's blog. With no help from me she pointed to Anna and said "Anna" and Chris and said "Joe." May you never feel forgotten.

The Widow's Mite




Back when I had nothing to write about on my blog and I promised pictures of Bryan with some lettuce on his face this picture of Bryan as the widow was taken, but we hardly ever upload pictures onto the computer, so that's why I'm just now putting it on. Hopefully if this uploads right it will give you an idea of what we were going for.

Meow

I will start by first off admitting that I am a major copy cat. Emily K had this background first and I thought it was so cute that I followed the link to find a new trendy background of my own (yet another one of my hopeless attempts to be a cool kid), but when I went to the site and looked at the other backgrounds there weren't really any other ones I liked as much for fall. (Although I found a great Christmas one. No meows next month.) But I was trying to not be a copy cat so first I tried this other one that seemed cute but in all practicality it was most certainly more pink than it looked at first sight. So then I gave up and put this background on and changed the colors for all the fonts and everything which takes a lot more time and energy than you might think. But then I felt bad again about being a copy cat and I tried changing it to this dark brown turkey background but it was so ugly and the prospect of having to change all the fonts again was too much for me so, alas, I am the copy cat. I officially bow down to Emily K and her inherent coolness and hope she will forgive me for riding into coolness on her coat tails.

Saturday, November 1, 2008

It's beginning to sound a lot like Christmas

Kosy 106.5 started playing Christmas music today. Now it's all Christmas all the time until January. Oh man.

Friday, October 31, 2008

Happy Halloween

I know my posts lately have been rather lame and I make no promises about this one, but I thought I would treat you all to a little Halloween song that I've been singing for the past month. It goes:

Halloween cat,
Halloween cat
WHY do you MEOW and MEOW like that?
Neither I nor the moon
Like that tune
so SCAT
...Halloween cat!

I learned this song last year when I was working in the kindergarten classroom at the BYU Child and Family Life something-or-other (the BYU preschool). At the time I thought it was a pretty terrible song, but upon hearing it every day for a month I couldn't really help learning it. Now that I've got my own preschool class I feel pressured from time to time to sing seasonal songs with them and since Halloween Cat was the only Halloween song I knew I thought I'd at least sing it with them once to keep myself from feeling guilty. Unfortunately, it caught on like wildfire and I quickly surrendered to my students' request to sing it. I felt somewhat guilty/ selfishly satisfied when I put my aide in charge of singing with the kids today (I was busy doing other important things) and I heard her singing Halloween Cat with them. Now she will be plagued with the song! Bwahahahaha...

I know it seems impossible that anything more could be said about this stupid song (it's hardly even a song- more of a chant, really), but I must also add this one last little tidbit about the song. The beginning of the song has much the same rhythm to another terrible song I learned at the BYU preschool called "Bubble Gum." This song goes:

Bubble gum
Bubble gum
Chewy chewy chewy chewy chewy bubble gum
Bubble gum...

You get the idea. When I was working at the BYU preschool in the kindergarten I was often running errands and would be in and out of the classroom a lot. In consequence, it not only took me a while to even pick up on all of the words to Halloween Cat, but also got stuck in my head in fragments all the time. Due to the similarity in tune/ rhythm, the song often got stuck in my head as:

Halloween cat
Halloween cat
Chewy chewy chewy chewy chewy Halloween cat
Halloween cat...

This morbid version of the song prompted the 4th of July edition which I will conclude with.

Fourth of July Cat
written by Katie Lewis

Fourth of July cat
Fourth of July cat
Why do you explode and explode like that
Neither I nor the kids
Like that splat
So scat
Fourth of July cat!

Happy haunting to you all!

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Dear Daily Assignments,

I wanted so badly to leave a comment on your blog, but you blocked that option I guess. Who knew you had a blog since 2007? And that you only made one post? Man oh man. I guess you are just a facebooking bloggging kind of mom. In closing, I'd just like to say that I'm jealous you have such a cool blog title.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Davetta

Well, it's my one and only big brother's birthday today. Happy birthday David!

Monday, October 20, 2008

Dear Califo- GO VOTE!

As some of you may know, Proposition 8 is on the ballot this election in California. Its definition of marriage and family will doubtless have lasting effects on our families for generations to come. So if you live in California- VOTE YES ON PROPOSITION 8! Also, if you'd like to learn more, please visit my friend's blog at http://itsaroughrideinthesaddle.blogspot.com/. She has done a great job collecting information on the subject.

P.S. I registered to vote today! Whoo-hoo! If anyone else would like to register to vote, go do it right now because today is the last day to register if you want to vote in the upcoming election.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Book of Mormon Reading Chart- starts today!

So I'm definitely a check-list person and it's much easier for me to make time for scripture study when I've got a plan. I've been without one for far too long, so I decided a couple of days ago that I would make up a chart to get me through the Book of Mormon by the end of the year and today I finally made the chart! I made it in excel, so it's in kind of a stupid format on here, but if any of you would like to follow along, feel free. (Also feel free to e-mail me and I'll e-mail you a format that is much easier to look at and won't make you cranky like this super-long list might.) It's about 3 chapters a day. I think it'll be the fastest I've ever read the entire Book of Mormon, so I'm excited. Well, here we (I hope it's we and not just me) go!


Oct

16
1 Nephi 1-3
17
1 Nephi 4-6
18
1 Nephi 7-9
19
1 Nephi 10-12
20
1 Nephi 13-15
21
1 Nephi 16-18
22
1 Nephi 19-22
23
2 Nephi 1-3
24
2 Nephi 4-6
25
2 Nephi 7-9
26
2 Nephi 10-12
27
2 Nephi 13-15
28
2 Nephi 16-18
29
2 Nephi 19-21
30
2 Nephi 22-24
31
2 Nephi 25-27



Nov
1
2 Nephi 28-30
2
2 Nephi 31-33
3
Jacob 1-4
4
Jacob 5-7
5
Enos- Words of Mormon
6
Mosiah 1-3
7
Mosiah 4-6
8
Mosiah 7-9
9
Mosiah 10-12
10
Mosiah 13-15
11
Mosiah 16-18
12
Mosiah 19-21
13
Mosiah 22-24
14
Mosiah 25-27
15
Mosiah 28-29
16
Alma 1-3
17
Alma 4-6
18
Alma 7-9
19
Alma 10-12
20
Alma 13-15
21
Alma 16-18
22
Alma 19-21
23
Alma 22-24
24
Alma 25-27
25
Alma 28-30
26
Alma 31-33
27
Alma 34-36
28
Alma 37-39
29
Alma 40-42
30
Alma 43-45


Dec
1
Alma 46-48
2
Alma 49-51
3
Alma 52-54
4
Alma 55-57
5
Alma 58-59
6
Alma 60-63
7
Helaman 1-3
8
Helaman 4-6
9
Helaman 7-9
10
Helaman 10-12
11
Helaman 13-16
12
3 Nephi 1-3
13
3 Nephi 4-6
14
3 Nephi 7-9
15
3 Nephi 10-12
16
3 Nephi 13-15
17
3 Nephi 16-18
18
3 Nephi 19-21
19
3 Nephi 22-24
20
3 Nephi 25-27
21
3 Nephi 28-30
22
4 Nephi - Mormon 3
23
Mormon 4-6
24
Mormon 7-9
25
Ether 1-3
26
Ether 4-6
27
Ether 7-9
28
Ether 10-12
29
Ether 13-15
30
Moroni 1-7
31
Moroni 8-10

Nachos

So every day at recess my good friend/ co-worker and I discuss what food(s) we are craving that day. This led to a planned lunch at work yesterday and the secretary thought she had missed somebody's birthday or something. Anyway, the point is: I am majorly craving nachos. Not like the cheap-o amusment park nachos that have five chips with terrible liquid cheese all over them. I'm talking about the hole-in-the-wall Mexican resturaunt nachos where you can hardly even see the large pile of chips because it's being covered by an even larger pile of shredded beef, refried beans, guacamole sauce, sour cream, tomatoes, lettuce, real cheese, and so many other wonderful things. Mmm. I am so hungry right now just thinking about it.

...and I was looking for a picture of nachos to put on this blog (I am so bad at getting pictures off the internet- obviously) which made me even hungrier.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

"He reminds me of a potato."

Hang in there Lisa.


Friday, October 10, 2008

I guess by ark I meant igloo

It's supposed to snow tomorrow. This is ridiculous.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

I'll start working on the ark

So yesterday I woke up around 8:00 am to that old familiar pitter-patter of the falling rain outside. I was very excited to get to spend a Saturday morning sleeping in to the sound of rain, especially since just plain rain is so rare here in Utah Valley. However, anyone who has ever spent a day in Utah knows that the weather is about as impatient as me and so it changes from one extreme to the next all day every day and on the rare occasions that it does happen to rain, it's sunny or snowing or something else after about a half hour or so. (How many times I bundled myself up in rain gear for walking to campus only to walk home sweating from too many layers of clothes in the sunshine I have no idea.) But the rain stayed. Not only did it stay until I woke up again an hour or so later (I fell back to sleep), but it stayed all through the afternoon and into the night. I think it really truly did rain ALL DAY yesterday. Wow wow.

Saturday, October 4, 2008

7th Grader Day

I wouldn't do it except I love Marae so much and I'm hoping that maybe if I play along and fill out this on-going survey she will finally call me back and I won't eteranlly be leaving so many dumb messages on her cell phone (which is likely dead- how typical). Haha. Okay, here goes.

5 things I've done in the past 10 years
1. Graduated from college
2. Gotten married
3. Bought the coolest/ classiest tealish chair in the whole world for only $5 at a garage sale even when Bryan threatened to not carry it up the 3 flights of stairs to our apartment for me. (Don't worry, he did.)
4. Dressed up as a box of floss... with a very thick sweater on
5. Read the entire Chronicles of Narnia

5 Things I wish I could do today
1. Run rampid around Provo (or preferably someplace cooler and more fun) with Whitney and Marae
2. Ride somewhere in Radley and the star with Alexander the Grape
3. See baby Charlie smile at me again like he did earlier
4. Fly to Nebraska with Bry Bry and spend all evening playing Settlers with Chris and Anna and play with their cute baby Soapy
5. Watch more Gilmore Girls

5 Foods I wouldn't want to do without
1. Pomogranate seeds
2. Chocolate
3. Chocolate
4. Mom's homemade pizza crust
5. Goo Goo Cluster ice cream

5 Things I would do if I were a Millionaire
1. Quit my job
2. Buy another hand towel for the bathroom
3. Pay Brawny and Marae to play private concerts for me daily... or at least weekly. It's really not practical to expect to be able to track down Brawn on a daily basis.
4. Pay off my student loans
5. Go shopping... so often

5 Places I have lived
1. 916 Laurel Lane
2. 305 U-Hall
3. Terrace 12
4. Terrace 1
5. 324 Wymount Terrace

5 Jobs I've had
1. Fruit stand attendant at Becky Albeke's U-Pick Fruit Farm
2. Captain Catering Katie (BYU Catering)
3. Rivercrest Daycamp Counselor
4. BYU Preschool/ Kindergarten aide
5. Montessori head teacher (toddler classroom)

5 People I tag
(That means you're supposed to do this on your blog now.)
1. Anna Lewis
2. Lisa Lewis
3. Alison Lewis
4. Emily Kimes
5. Whitney White

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Happy 9 Month Anniversary to Us!

Well, today is our nine month anniversary. Whoo-hoo! Bryan made really really really really really yummy steaks for dinner and now we're making chocolate chip cookies. Hooray hoorah for being wed!

Friday, September 26, 2008

He Peed My Pants

So I was holding this little boy in the nap room at work a couple of days ago because he was out of control- screaming and crying and trying anything he could to get away. I don't know what got him so upset in the first place since someone brought him down to me that way, but there I was holding him, waiting for him to calm down. Like any kid he kept yelling the classic "I want my mom!" and "I need to go potty!" and such. So I was very calmly sitting there with him, waiting for him to give it up and calm down so he would be reasonable to put to sleep when his screaming changed all of a sudden and he quietly whined, "I wet my pants." What an understatement. Not only had he wet his own pants, but mine as well. I looked down to find a small puddle on the leg of my shorts. GROSS. Let's just say he won. I had never taken a shower so quickly after work before.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Are there no girls in Gilead?

So I'm taking a class at BYU this semester "for fun" (psh, like I would take a class for fun. It makes our health insurance cheaper) and as I was walking across campus after my class today I kept thinking of friends I might run into and it occurred to me that all I could think of were guy friends. That's when I realized why- all of my girl friends, like me, have already graduated. And so I was trying to think of ANY girls I know (other than girls in my married ward- duh) who are still undergrads at BYU. I came to a grand total of two, but didn't see either of them. I did, however, see a boy from my home stake who is my older brother's age and then after all these deep thoughts when I walked into the library to do some reading I ran into two boys from my freshman ward and the three of us had a nice little chat. Don't worry- they noticed the wedding right right off.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Pigs for Christmas

So my sister Kendra loves pigs (not so much anymore) and for years practically all of the gifts she would receive had something to do with pigs since everybody knew it was a mild interest she had. Finally one year she made the declaration- NO MORE PIGS! and since then she's received very few pig things indeed.

This illustrates very nicely the point of this post. I had no idea until Anna (sister-in-law with lettuce-covered baby) told me and then Bryan confirmed that nobody knows what to give me for presents. Then just last week Alison (sister-in-law with pierced ears) asked me what I wanted for Christmas. I had no idea I was such a problem! And so, with Alison's permission to make such a post without coming off as greedy (haha- as if I don't want so many presents- of course I do), I have decided to list for you some things I have been thinking of that I would love to receive year after year like Kendra's pigs.

The Pig List:
-cookie cutters
-cake decorating tips (the little metal pieces that go at the end of a tube of frosting, not great ideas)
-classic or otherwise great quality children's books
-clothes
-cute, trendy things that people don't usually buy for themselves because they can't justify spending money on something so impractical

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Nothing to Report

Well, I haven't written in a while and it's because there hasn't really been much of anything to write about. Unlike some of my sister-in-laws I can't just post adorable pictures of my baby (since I don't have one) and have everyone love my blog. 63 to me. But I will just say that I have not forgotten about my blog, the apartment is clean, and I will try and have something interesting happen in my life or something. Or I'll take a picture of Bryan with some lettuce on his face. Whichever comes first.

Friday, August 15, 2008

All Better

For those of you who were worried, I woke up feeling totally fine this morning. I went back to work and everything. Yay!

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Sickie Sickie Not So Fun

For Bryan's 22nd birthday I bought tickets to for us to go to the Brian Regan show. He's a comedian who's popular in general, but especially around here because his act is clean. Emily and R also had tickets, so we cut in line with them and sat with them and all that. It was in a big outdoor amphitheater at Thanksgiving Point, so everybody just sat on blankets. Right before the show started Emily spotted my friend Stacie who lived next door to me freshman year and her husband Chuck. They came and sat with us and we all had lots of fun. Part way through Stacie started craving the Kettle Corn they were selling there, so she bought some and very kindly shared it with us. By the time Bryan and I got home we were both feeling sick. For Bryan it was just an uncomfortable stomach for a little while and he was pretty much feeling fine by the time we got home. I, on the other hand, woke up at 2am from my stomach hurting real bad and Bryan spent the next two hours holding my hair back while I puked. I hoped it would be over in time for work, but I finally called in sick and I've been home watching movies all day. So far the talley is up to 3. Anyway, I don't think I'll be having any Kettle Corn again anytime soon. Hopefully I'll be feeling well enough to go to work tomorrow.

Monday, August 11, 2008

Success and Robbery at P.F.M.

We sold Great Granola! (that's our brand name) at the Provo Farmer's Market again on Saturday and... WE SOLD OUT! Whoo-hoo! It was a very exciting moment indeed. We had sold most of it and then we were down to two bags. Then one bag. I had two "granola ladies" (I can pick them out a mile away now- the ones who are going to buy it or at least be tempted by it) sampling the granola. One of them was asking five million questions about it and the other one was quitely munching on her sample when she inturrupted Mrs. Questions and said, "Umm, I'll buy it." So I handed it to her, she paid me, and the deal was done. Mrs. Questions was stopped dead in her tracks. "Well, I guess I'll see you next week," she mumbled as she sulked away, still clutching her 2oz sample cup of Great Granola!.

I hate to go on after that climax, but I must also highlight one other P.F.M. moment from this past Saturday. So every now and then other vendors will approach and ask if we want to do a trade. A few weeks ago we traded a bag of granola for some lavender, lavender lemonade, and snap peas from the lavender booth. (Lavender lemonade= yum yum. It's an absolute must if you visit P.F.M.) This past Saturday a woman from Stubb's produce traded us a bunch of tomatoes and cucumbers and other nice produce for a bag of granola. Anyway, this is a usual thing among us homegrowns. So there we were sitting at our little granola table, chatting it up with the clover honey bee-loving man beside us when along came Navajo Tacos. (They don't have a booth this year, but the long-timer homegrowns with booths near us recognized them when they came near. Kendra also verified the fact.) Mrs. Navajo Tacos cut straight to the point, "Farmer's Market is all about wheelin' and dealin'. How about we give you this lunch sack of apricots that we just picked and $3.00 for a bag of granola." "Umm, sure," I said. So Bryan (official cashier) took the apricots and gave her a bag of granola and in his speed I couldn't tell whether Mrs. Navajo had already slipped him the cash. As Mr. and Mrs. Navajo were walking away I asked Bryan and he said they hadn't paid him anything except apricots. I had tried an apricot by then and they weren't even as good as the ones from skinny, creepy co-housing guy, so I was a little miffed that Mrs. Navajo had wheeled and dealed herself right out of giving us our sweet mulah. I told Kendra about it and she said to hunt them down and take them for all they had! (Actually she said, "Oh, they're really nice people. I'm sure they just forgot. If you see them just tell them they forgot to pay you.") As I was walking back to Bryan and the granola table I spotted Mr. and Mrs. Navajo trying to make a clean get away, but I called out after them boldly. It was a really awkward Umm-I-have-a-question moment. They stopped and I caught up to them. "You forgot to pay us," I spluttered out. "Oh," they said. Needless to say, it was a really awkward next couple of minutes which ended in Mr. Navajo following me back to the stand with a $5.00 bill so I could give him his $2.00 in change. The money traded hands and, alas, all is right with the world.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

P.F.M.

Bryan and I sold home-made granola at the Provo Farmers Market for the second time yesterday. We sold more than we did last time, so that was encouraging.

Highlights include:

-we were stationed right across the sidewalk from the creepy, skinny guy running the co-housing booth
-Lisa came to visit us in her biking shorts and loafers
-a lady who is running for state senate who had a booth across from us was sure she knew me (and I was sure I had never seen her before in my life)
-the state senate lady bought two bags of granola
-the creepy, skinny co-housing guy brought us apricots and they were very yummy
-a somewhat stout lady from the co-housing booth came over to talk to us for a minute and she did a latin dance move when she heard the music coming from the Mexican food stand next to us

Anyway. So Farmers Market was good. Except it was so hot. Ugh. I am secretly a little bit excited for the fall when it starts to cool down around here.

P.S. For any of you who want to come experience the Provo Farmers Market first-hand it's from 9-2 on Saturdays at Pioneer Park (500W 100S) in Provo... (duh).

Friday, August 1, 2008

So there

Listen. I know nobody has had the guts to come out and say it on here yet, but I keep getting nasty e-mails telling me that my kitchen isn't very red after all. I know I know I know. But this is the thing. There are so many red things hiding IN the kitchen that just weren't in that unsatisfactory picture I posted. I will name a few:

-potholders (2 sets- ha!)
-spoon rest
-paper towel dispenser
-hand towels (so many red ones)
-measuring spoons
-measuring cups (2 sets- ha HA!)
-a very large bowl
-my favorite spatula
-two picture holders (one of which you can see hanging on the wall in that picture)
-a set of three mixing bowls
-the kitchen chairs
-floor mat in front of sink
-Bryan (who is standing in the kitchen at this moment in a red shirt)
-a whole set of bakeware
-a stool

Okay, well Bryan needs my help being productive in the kitchen. So I'll have to leave it at that.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Running (sort of)

So Bryan and I went home to Oregon for our summer vacation last week. I started writing a really long, boring entry about it, but then I thought I'd spare you all. Also, I saved it somewhere and I have no idea how to get back to it, thank heavens. Anyway, the point is that last week when we were at my parents' house they had a scale in the upstairs bathroom and it was the first time I had weighed myself in a while. So I've started exercising again. I am feeling skinnier and healthier already, despite the fact that I know I really still look the same since I've only been at it for two days and it's not like I've given up sweets or something. Still, it's always encouraging to be active. Day before yesterday I went running (sort of) by myself. I went down to the Creamery on Ninth and back, but since it was during the hottest part of the afternoon and the way back was uphill I ended up walking most of the way. When I got back my face was the most red I have ever seen it in my whole life, which startled me quite a bit. I took a cold shower and tried to sit very still and read a book after I got out so my face would return to it's normal color. Eventually it did. Looking back on it now I think going running during the hottest part of the day was a pretty foolish thing to do. So yesterday Emily and R came and we all went running and the indoor track at BYU. This was a much more pleasant experience. I guess Emily and I snuck in since we're not BYU students anymore. Thinking of us sneaking in makes it sound more exciting, but actually it was a very slow day there and we were pretty slow as well, except for R who ran a whole mile. Kudos, R. I haven't done anything yet today, but maybe I'll go swimming or something when Bryan gets home. We'll see.

Here's proof


There are more red things that the fridge is hiding, but you get the idea.

I have no idea what I'm doing

So, I already made a blog somewhere in the universe, but I have no idea how to get back to it, so here we go again. Anyway, I have some things I feel I must say as I start my blog.

1. Spencer and Whitney- I had to copy your layout because the other ones just had too many bubbles everywhere. What can I say? I am always trying to be like Whitney.

2. There really are so many red things in my kitchen.

3. Lindsay, now you can keep tabs on me and Clarence the Sheep.

Umm... I don't know what else to say, so... the end.