Mash Game: Predict Your Future at eSPIN-the-Bottle

		I will marry Robert.
		After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in Los Angeles, CA in our fabulous House.
		We will have 22 kid(s) together.
		Our family will zoom around in a Silver Honda Civic.
		I will spend my days as a Being Fabulous, and live happily ever after.

While the Cat's Away...

I watched TV. I haven't watched TV pretty much since Rob and I started dating because who needs TV when you have all sorts of other entertaining stuff going on in life? The fiance is away at Scout Camp this week, and so last night I sat down in front of the tube and watched a little "John and Kate + Eight" and then I watched my favorite movie, "She's the Man." I love that movie! I get all of my lines from that movie because I have decided that there is a line that fits every circumstance and situation in life. I fought against watching it when it first came out because I thought it was going to be a stupid teeny-bopper movie but then I was on a flight from London to SLC and it was the in-flight movie and I wasn't tired so I watched it. I laughed so hard (silently because people were sleeping) that my shaking woke up the lady in the seat next to me. Anyhoo, my point is that I miss watching TV. I know that most of it is crap, but I feel incredibly unhip because I'm not connected to pop culture right now. I haven't watched "Best Week Ever" in several months and I'm lost on what "IV Real" means on SYTYCD. But then again, when I don't watch it I don't miss it. Maybe after the wedding, when things settle down and Rob is in class for hours every night, I'll be able to get my hipness back and be able to contribute something meaningful to the conversation at the office potlucks.

In other news, I got a creepy comment from some wierdo on one of my blog posts. I felt really violated, like a Peeping Tom had been watching me through the window or like someone had read my most personal journal entries and then broke into my house and raided my fridge, looked through my drawers, used my toothbrush, wore my shoes, and slept in my bed. I know that when you put things out on the Internet that it's available to anyone and everyone, but I don't want pervs reading my blog and I especially don't want them leaving comments like they "know" me. There are people who I have never met personally that read my blog, but because they know people I know I am perfectly OK with them reading. I am not OK with a girl named "Rachie" from New York reading my blog and then leaving a smart a** comment. How dare she! Obviously, I deleted it. I hate it when people do this, but I may have to go private. I feel that violated and wonder who else reads my blog. I'll let everyone know for sure if I do go private so that I can send invites to all of my loyal readers.

I think I forgot to put mascara on this morning... but I got to see Chit Chatt's baby and she is presh! Other than my own future offspring, she is one of the most attractive babies ever. She doesn't have facial hair, zits or dandruff (sorry if your baby did) and even when she cries she's all delicate and girly about it. I definitely think she's going to be a cheerleader or a model or something. Most babies are cute, but she's really beautiful and nice to look at. There is a couple in my ward who has a baby boy who looks like a cross between Eddie Munster and a really hairy Tony Soprano. There's nothing worse than a swarthy newborn with sideburns and a unibrow. I was sitting in back of them a while ago and the mom put him over her shoulder and when I saw his face I flinched. How unfortunate. His parents aren't super models by any means, but they're definitely not ugly so I wonder where he got his rugged bad looks. I just hope he turns out to be like a fine cheese or wine and gets better with age. I hope I don't get struck by lightning or get cursed with a hersute, acne-prone, dandruffy baby because I said bad things about the ugly baby; however, I think that Rob and I are going to produce some fine chilluns. We were both cute babies, and I think most people's children look like the parents did when they were babies. My nephew looked just like my sister did when she was born and Chit Chatt numero dos looks like Chit Chatt numero uno did when she was a baby. I'm just going to cross my fingers anyway, because I don't want karma to come back to bite me.

Stuff White People Like

I'm a nerd, I realize this. So, if you are sensitive to nerdiness, please be warned that this post is going to be chock-full of it and feel free to exit early.

My friends, Katie and Marc, introduced me to this site called "Stuff White People Like," and then my friend Mallory (who is only half-white) told me about it and I have been addicted ever since. I think one of the reasons that Mallory likes this site it because one of the things that white people like is Asian girls, and she is part Asian. I digress...

I visited this site today to see if there had been any further updates since I last checked and had an awesome idea while I was reading it. I am going to be a "Stuff White People Like" white person for Halloween. I am going to come up with a costume that represents the most "white" person I can come up with, one that includes all of the stereotypes like driving a Prius, buying only organic food, wearing a scarf, an old sweater and running shoes, talking about San Francisco, eating an expensive sandwich, remembering my days being "poor," etc. I'm looking for ideas, so if you have any please post them.

This is the post that inspired me http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.com/2008/06/27/104-girls-with-bangs/. I am a white girl, and I have been known to wear my bangs straight down before. Here is a little snapshot of the post:

"If you see a white woman and you are trying to figure out whether she is liked or just merely tolerated by white people, the best thing you can do is get a quick look at her haircut. It is a known fact that white people love women who wear their hair with bangs that hang straight down... When you are introduced to a group of white people, it’s a good idea to befriend the girl with the bangs. She’s probably the most popular." Classic!

Dance Dance Revolution

I stink at Dance Dance Revolution! I got my butt kicked by a 9 months pregnant lady. I am either terribly uncoordinated, or she is the most coordinated, balanced pregnant lady in the world. She beat her husband, too, so I don't feel all that bad. I've only been able to beat 2 other people, one of them being my 5 year old nephew who just kind of jumped around on the mat. I guess I better give up my dream of being on SYTYCD. I'm also bad at Guitar Hero, so I guess being in a band is out, too. One of my younger friends tells me not to worry about it, that I'm not good at these games because I was too old when Nintendo came out, so I'm not really from the video game generation. I was in the Nintendo generation, but I had better things to do like make hair scrunchies, friendship bracelets and practice french braiding my hair. If they come up with a Wii game that involves one of those three activities, I'm all over it.

Another Tag

This "tag" sounds like fun. Here's how to play:
1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together.
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments.

West Side Story

The west side of SLC is scary... really scary. I had to go up there for a wedding dinner last night and I got off the freeway at the wrong exit and had to circle back. I have never been so scared for my life before... not even in Compton.

In my experience, the west side of town is usually better and nicer (I grew up on the west side) and never scary. Let's just say that the west side of SLC is nothing like the west side of LA. I saw a man with a wife beater tan line sitting on his porch last night. And he had on long shorts and really high socks. I think you get the picture of what kind of neighborhood it is. If you can avoid it, please do.

Gratitude Post

I'm taking a cue from my friend, Katie, and writing about some things I'm grateful for since I feel like I've done a whole bunch of complaining posts lately. I am grateful for:

1) Fingernails - I dropped a tuna lid in the drain today and my fingernails were the only thing that could pry it out

2) Band-Aids - I sliced my finger open while loading the dishwasher and the Band-Aid brand flexible fabric bandage came in handy

3) Water - I love my morning shower!

4) That there are only 67 days left until I get married

5) That I'm even getting married

6) That I'm marrying a wonderful man who loves me mucho

7) That I'm marrying a man that I love mucho

8) My nephew - he is such a positive little guy, even though he split his lip clear up to his nose, he can still find something positive about the situation

9) Senior citizens - they know a lot of stuff and have been through even more and they can share their lessons with us younger folk

10) Good friends

Special K Red Berries. Yum?

I like Special K with Red Berries. It is more substantive than normal Special K, and the berries add a nice color to my morning meal. You have to let the berries soak up a little milk before they become palatable, but all-in-all, I like the red berries. I poured myself a big bowl this morning and started to eat, when all of a sudden, I bit into a rotten red berry! It pretty much ruined my morning and gave me a nasty taste in my mouth. I don't think I can support Special K with Red Berries anymore. I'll have to switch to another type of Special K, but not the chocolate Special K because it's not real chocolate, and who would put chocolate chips, even the real ones, in cereal? It seems unnatural to me. I'm also not partial to the Fruit & Yogurt variety of Special K. I'm going to have to stick to the Vanilla & Almond variety.

So, Special K has a claim that if you eat 2 bowls of Special K a day and then eat a sensible dinner, that you will lose however many inches off your waist in a 2 week period. Of course you will, because you'll starve yourself! I'm hungry 45 minutes after eating a bowl of special K.

Thanks, loyal readers, for indulging me whilst I get my Special K ranting off my chest. As Chit Chatt's mom would say, I ought to write a letter to someone at Kellog's to let them know about my rotten berry instead of telling all of you, who can't do anything about it. But, this is much more fun and I know that at least one person will read this complaint as opposed to no one at Kellog's. And if they do read it, they'll probably just send me a coupon for some free Special K with Red Berries. I guess if a box of Special K is cheaper than a gallon of gas, I should be grateful that the whole lot of berries in my cereal wasn't rotten.

I want to get me one of those

My roommate got married and moved out last week and since she was under such a time crunch to get out, the company that her husband works for (which happens to be the same one I work for) paid for a house cleaner to come clean her room and bathroom. The lady did an awesome job, and she was quick, and the house smelled all nice and clean afterward. Not hotel or office building chemical clean, but actual clean. This lady even cleaned the blinds and the baseboards! I figured that since my roommate was known to use the kitchen from time to time, and spilled hot wax on the floor that hasn't ever come off, that I could throw the floor into the mix of things the maid was going to clean. Don't worry, I asked my boss for permission before I told the lady to clean it. I was amazed... no wax, no potting soil ground into the floor, and no plant leaves all over the place. It was like heaven. A nice, bright, clean heaven.

So I've decided I need a maid - one like Alice from the Brady Bunch, except I won't make her wear a uniform and I don't really want her living at my house... or cooking me dinner and folding my undies. I want her to be like a pixie or a brownie, coming when I'm asleep or not home, doing good deeds and cleaning my house without me even knowing. And if it could all be free, that would be even better. But alas, reality sets in and I know that having a maid is something that's reserved for the rich and famous... or my friend Mallory.

Even though I know I cannot afford to hire a maid to do all of my cleaning, I'm beginning to think it might not be a bad idea to hire someone to come clean the condo after I move out in August and to clean Rob's condo before I move in. For a bachelor, he's pretty clean... but he's still a bachelor, and he currently has a bachelor roommate who does not like to do dishes, which makes me wonder what else he doesn't like to clean. Anyway, I just think it would be a good idea to hire a professional to do the place up right so that we can start our married life off in a

white-glove kind of clean house. And that way when my mom comes to help the week before the wedding, her OCD need to clean stuff won't kick in and she can help with more important things. I'm just really feeling the need to rationalize getting a maid to do my cleaning, so I hope that Rob will read this and be convinced by my rationalizing and let me get a lady to come clean.