Friday, February 20, 2009

Silly Dog

Logan and I got Taco Bell the other day, and neither one of us could finish the last taco. Lucky for Lucy, all that waiting and begging finally paid off! We put it in her bowl and gave it to her, and she did the weirdest thing - she took it and ate it under the table... with her butt up in the air the whole time. I mean, I even had time to go get my camera and take several pictures, and she just stayed like that. I've said it before, and I'll say it again: she is the most odd dog I've ever known.

Happy Valentine's Day!!

For Valentine's Day this year, Logan made reservations at III Forks. I L-O-V-E steak, and I feel confident declaring that the steak I had was the best steak I've ever had in my life. We tried to take a few pictures at the restaurant, but my flash wouldn't work, hence the dark and blurry shots.
At the entrance of the restaurant:
Logan brought me the most beautiful flowers he picked out himself - gerbera daisies and tulips, two of my favorites.
Haha, I love that face he's making. (I promise the picture on the wall isn't crooked... its my hand!)

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Things I've Thought About Whilst Being Sick

Medicine head is a true phenomenon. In fact, I'm experiencing it right now.

Chick Fil-A puts crack in their food. There is no other rational explanation for why I need it so much.

I can't stand Steve Wilkos. FYI Steve - yelling at someone a mere 1.7 millimeters from their face does not count as therapy. It is unnecessary, and probably unsanitary with the amount you sweat and spit. You're just a big, bald, bully and the people you are "sticking up" for are gonna get pummelled by the men you've spent your show screaming at. So there!

I could (and do) spend hours watching Snapped and TruTV. It never ceases to amaze me that people continue to think they'll get away with "the perfect murder".

The New Kids on the Block never really were all that good. But man, was I obsessed with them. Especially Jordan.

Tyra Banks is trashy. You're not Oprah. Never were. Never will be. No one cares what you have to say.

I'm tired of how people worship Oprah. She's a talk show host - not God. (Am I gonna be struck by lightning for saying that?)

They now make a portable fireplace space heater? How is this even possible? I saw it on an infomercial at 4 a.m. Some old lady was wheeling it around her house to keep warm.

Lately it seems like TBS plays Mr. Deeds all day every day. And I never get tired of it. I love that Emilio. He's very, very sneaky.

Who ever decided the "rat tail" was a good look? And why did I recently see someone rocking it?

Bobby Brady was the cutest Brady. Not so much anymore. (Yep. That's really him.)

Koala bears aren't as cute as I originally thought... they're actually quite disturbing.

Michael Jackson just ain't right people...

That show The Bad Girls Club should really be called The Sad Girls Club. Those girls are pathetic. What ever happened to good, quality television - like Charles in Charge? Am I right?

I'm completely obsessed with The Bachelor. I love how every week they guarantee it to be "THE most dramatic rose ceremony - EVER".

I'm also slightly falling in love with Seth Rogen. Couldn't tell you why, but its true nevertheless...

And I will see every single movie this guy is in.

Watching Sex and the City always makes me feel better. So does wearing my fuzzy bath robe. So when I'm sick, I combine the two, and it just makes everything better. In fact, that sounds pretty good about now...

Friday, February 6, 2009


Since I'd already rescheduled my eye appointment once this week due to my flu, I decided to buck up and drag myself out of the condo for my eye exam. The good news is: 1. I made it out alive. (See picture below). and 2. I'm FINALLY a candidate for Lasik!! Wahoo!!

Now let me back up here and explain that picture, which I personally find hilarious. I'm sure the fact that I took it violates all sorts of patient confidentiality and HIPPA agreements - but if you fall asleep in the waiting room, you're fair game in my book. This woman kept making these moaning noises in her sleep. Not sure if she was having an exceptionally good dream or a nightmare. And I still can't figure out why she's got one of her shoes off...

This was my first time to see this eye doctor and being as directionally challenged as I am I obviously went to the wrong place first. The woman there tried giving me directions to the correct office, and she actually told me I needed to "widdle-waddle over that way a bit".

When I got there, I discovered I was easily the youngest person there - by several generations. However, when I still hadn't been seen by the doctor an hour after my scheduled appointment time I began to wonder just how long all these old people had been waiting...

Not to worry, once I got back to see the doctor (an hour and twenty minutes late) it only took another two hours of me waiting around in different exam rooms before I was finally finished. I had all sorts of drops put in to my eyes to dialate them (which I hate. It makes me nauseated.), and to numb them so he could poke on them and test the pressure (which I also hate. Its weird.) I think I'd be more frustrated if the end result hadn't been that my vision has FINALLY stabalized, making me a great candidate for Lasik. Apparently I'm not allowed to wear my contacts for two weeks. Glasses only. Then I have to go back and have exact eye measurements taken before they can do the surgery. So, I've started wearing my glasses today, and in two weeks I'll be on my way to having perfect vision!

Ewww, the more pictures I see, the more grossed out I get...