Divide Me

Last night, I woke up at 4 am or so,
feeling very unsettled, but not sure why.
Dave tried to help me calm down and feel better,
but I just felt like something was wrong.
I was anxious and nervous.
So Dave pulled out his phone and played some soft,
happy feeling songs.
The last song he played is one of my favorite
Kalai songs called "Divide Me."
It's a song about his wedding day:

"I've waited my whole life to feel this way...

I can't believe I'm here with you,

Living this fantasy romance..."

I was able to relax
and think about our wedding day
and how much fun it was.
I couldn't have asked for a better wedding day or
a better husband.
I drifted off to sleep thinking of
my dress,
my flowers,
my cake,
my family,
and especially my sweet husband
on the best day of our lives.

I'm grateful for a husband who is willing
to wake up in the night with me
when I'm acting like a six year old.
I'm grateful for a husband to thinks I'm pretty
when I look homeless and
who "writes songs" for me, daily
("You are my love and I love you.
Let's eat some dinner..." That's a pretty accurate example).
I'm grateful for a husband who isn't shy about
telling me he loves me
("Hey babe, just love you. That's all. Bye.")
I'm grateful for a husband who works
hard to support us.
Basically, I'm grateful I married the best guy ever
and my best friend.

Dumbest Sicknesses Ever

Tired. Nauseous. Dizzy.

But today I feel better than yesterday, so that's something to be grateful for.

What is causing my ailments? The dumbest things!

I'm tired because a new prescription I started taking causes insomnia. So for the last 2 weeks, I've been sleeping like 4 hours a night. Sometimes less. As soon as I start to drift off, I get what feels like a jolt of caffeine and I'm WIDE awake. Needless to say, those pills(which cost 5o dollars!!!)are in the trash. Sigh...

And I'm nauseous and dizzy because my new contact prescription is making me sick.
I get motion sickness VERY easily (like turning my head too quickly,or looking back and forth to check traffic more than a couple of times). So since my vision is different than I'm used to, it's making me sick. Yep, I'm taking Dramamine to keep from retching at work(I threw up at work twice yesterday).

Let me just say that throwing up at work is not cool, but it still beat throwing up in the ghetto in Rochester. Never get your face that close to a toilet in the ghetto.
***shudder***

I Have Nothing To Say...

...but I was sick of my St. Patrick's Day post. That was sooo last week!

I hate that the Heath Care Bill passed. Let's see what happens from here. Maybe I shouldn't bring children into this world. If they ever find our long lost Constitution, maybe I'll consider it.

Also, I love English Muffins especially with Wegman's Triple Fruits jam. Delish.

Here's hoping for a happy Monday!

HAPPY ST. PATTY'S DAY!

I have fond memories of milk dyed green
on the morning of St. Patrick's Day growing up.
I could never bring myself to drink it
(or the pink milk on Valentine's Day,
or the blue milk on Easter...),
but it was fun-- along with
green eggs and ham or green pancakes, etc.
My mom's the best. Today's green:

I stapled a green post it note,
that said "green,"
written in green marker
to a guy at work that wasn't wearing green.
I'm on patrol, so party poopers beware!

Shoes of the Day

Purrrrr.
Need I say more?
Been waiting not-so-patiently
to break out these puppies.

*Geneviv by Jessica Simpson
**I really want these in "Karat Metallic" too. They're hot

I Give Up, House Hold Chores

After an 8+ hour work day, I don't feel like doing house work. I feel like sitting on the couch and watching as the apartment cleans itself (too much Harry Potter on the brain). So, I am petitioning the chores to take a little initiative:


Dear laundry,
I truly don't mind sorting, washing, and drying you. I don't. I like it actually. But folding and putting away? I hate that. Please just crawl from the chair you're piled on (continually), and put yourselves where you belong. Thank you.

Dear fridge,
I know there is nothing in you that has gone bad, and yet you never smell very nice. And you don't like the baking soda I put in there to curb the problem? How else can I make you less gross?

Dear bathroom,
I know I regularly manipulate my hair from within your walls, and the powder from my makeup often clouds your airspace. I also know there are a million other things that contribute to your messiness, but please stop being instantly messy. It feels like the second I've cleaned you, you're dirty again (that goes for you too, toilet!). Help me out. I'm dying here!

Dear groceries,
Oh wait-- I don't have any. Please arrive of your own accord.

Dear dinner,
Make yourself.

SAN FRANCISCO!!

So, I have permission from my sister Ashley
to blog about San Francisco. Yay!

(she's tougher than me...I cried last year when I couldn't go)

First of all, the reason for this (yearly) trip:
My dad goes to a conference in San Fran,
and we mooch off his hotel room!

So, our trip went something like this...
Sunday: we flew into Oakland.



I was across the aisle, and the plane was cold.

First stop was Denny's
We were famished!
Then we hung around Alameda (my mom is from there)
until my dad's plane landed at 4
(he had to participate in a ward conference
so he had to leave later than we did).

I had taken Dramamine and was exhausted all day,
so I slept in the car.
My mom and Em made
"daisy chains"
for our hair at the park.

Hippie style


After we picked up my dad,
we had dinner at what used to be my parents
Favorite restaurant, Spenger's
("It's just not the same anymore...").
Crab, crab, crab! Yum!
Then we crossed the bridge to San Fran,
checked into our hotel,
and hit the hay.



Very cool room. Thanks Dad!

Monday: we went to Pier 39 for
Nutella and strawberry crepes,
perused the shops, went to Alcatraz,

Mom on the ferry to Alcatraz

Graffiti from the Indian occupation


Typical cell. No decorations of any kind allowed


Solitary

Pock marks from grenades used to stop an escape attempt

The first light house on the west coast

had lunch at Red's Java House
(my dad's favorite place for burgers-
on sour dough. YUM!) ,
more walking and perusing,
then dinner at Boudin- the sour dough bread co,
followed by ice cream sundaes
at Ghirardelli Square!


We asked if they sell their amazing chocolate syrup,
but they said,
"No, but it's just Ghirardelli milk chocolate
with a little milk and sugar."
No wonder it's so good!!

Tuesday: it started out really rainy so we jumped on a cable car
and headed for Union Square-- Shopping!!

On the cable car, looking like drowned rats

We first had breakfast at our favorite bakery,
Posh Bagel
(strawberry cream cheese croissant and Naked juice).
We stopped by China Town,


Then some of my favorite stores:
Kenneth Cole
Coach
Kate Spade
Tiffany & Co.

(and lots of other places where I couldn't afford a key chain!)

We also went to
H&M
Forever 21
and
Old Navy,
where we actually did buy some stuff.
Mostly lots of fun jewelery.
Emily and my mom both have a great eye!

We had Del Taco for lunch,
took the cable car back to the hotel to drop off our loot.
By then it had transformed to a beautiful day, so
we walked the
treacherous 4 STEEP blocks
to Lombard Street.

Lombard Street


Coit Towers and the Bay Bridge from Lombard


Then we went back to our hotel room for a picnic consisting of
sour dough bread, amazing olive oil and vinegar, and
Goat's milk gouda- the best cheese I've ever had.


My dad was in meetings until late,
but we met him for dinner at The Franciscan,
a famous restaurant on the pier.
More crab! This time I had crab Fettuccine Alfredo.
Soooo good!

Wednesday: we had breakfast at the crepe place again,
headed up to Coit Tower to see the beautiful view,

Coit Tower




Alcatraz from Coit Tower

stopped by the Blake House in Kensington
(it's the home of the UC President.
My grandparents used to live there on the property
to look after things when the president wasn't there--
which was most of the time).
We had a family reunion there,
visited over the 4th of July and saw fire works
all over lots of cities from the balcony,
and filmed our own version of Peter Pan.
The Blake House was my childhood Neverland.

The Blake House





On our way to the airport we stopped at
Fenton's for ice cream



Classic Sundae


Bubble Gum Ice Cream


"The Jersey"


My ice cream! "Black and Tan"


and then headed back to dreary Utah.

(Please remind me why I live in Utah...)

It was a great trip. And now I'm missing "my city by the bay..."
Next year's trip can't come soon enough!

San Francisco

I'm not going to blog about going to San Francisco,
out of respect for my favorite older sister Ashley
who wasn't able to come this year.
I posted some pics on Facebook,
but if you want to know more about it,
you'll have to email me.

Love you Ashley McAshley Space Cadet. Missed you!