Where I yell YEAH FREAKING RIGHT and peel out

The back of my car is filled with...stuff. Not necessarily trash, though there definitely is a bit of that, but mostly just odds and ends. There is a TV, rollerblades, 4 pairs of shoes (real shoes, Laura, not flip flops), a bucket filled with 25+ pairs of sunglasses, a vase, a basket filled with papers I don't want to lose, 4 mannequin heads, etc. The backseat is tucked in and the car is full to the brim.

I threw those things in the back of George when I moved about two months ago. There isn't really any where to put them right now, and I don't really have a need to remove them from my car right now. I never have more than one passenger, and its pretty rare for me to even have one at all.

Tonight I was looking for my little sister Meridith when she finally called the house.
Mer: Did you call?
Sus: Dad did, we were wondering where you are.
Mer: Oh, I'm in Manti.
Sus: Oh...why didn't you invite me?
Mer: I told you I had plans tonight.
Sus: You told me you had plans, you didn't tell me you were going to the singles ward activity tonight.
Mer: Oh. Sorry.
Sus: I suppose Amy is there with you, then, huh?
Mer: Yeah, she's right here.
Sus: Oh, ok. I was going to call her tonight. ...uh, ok, have fun...see you later.

A few minutes later Meagan called and said I actually had about two hours until it started, so I could drive down and meet them there. I really had nothing to do, and I'd rather hang out with my little sister and some of my friends than chill at home doing nothing...so I started off on the hour and a half drive to Manti.

Besides missing my exit having to swerve and brake to avoid hitting a deer, the ride up was OK. ...oh, and thinking I was lost for a little while there. I forgot about that.

Amy rode home with me, and Meridith rode with Meagan. As we came out of the canyon and neared the freeway Amy got a call.
(This is pretty much just a summary of what was said. Some is exact, others are in the general tone.)


Amy: Pull over here.
Sus: Whats going on?
Amy: Layni's car broke down. They said to put stuff in Trent's trunk and the other stuff in Meagan's trunk...
Sus: Wait, what?
Amy: I guess they need us to put some people in the car, so they said you could put some stuff in Trent's car and stuff in Meagan's. Meridith probably told them you had stuff in the back.
Sus: Uh...yeah right. No.

Trent: We need you to fit some people in there.
Sus: There is no way. There is simply no way.
Trent: We can put some stuff in my car.
Amy: She just moved and has things packed in the back.
Sus: No, dude, it's not possible. There is too much, and I'm not throwing it in someones car. There's, like, a TV back there! And the seat is folded up, its flat, there is not even a seat back there right now.
Trent: We need to find places for five people. I need you to do this.
Sus: It's not happening.
Amy: There isn't even a seat there, even if we could make room for anyone.
Trent: Because you've got a ghetto car.
Sus: We will NEVER be friends.
(I drive a Volkswagen New Beetle. There is nothing ghetto about my car, other than perhaps the dents in the hood from getting hit last winter. I just moved. There are things from my move in my vehicle. Until I cut in a homemade sunroof or create a Beetle/truck hybrid out of it, my car is not ghetto!)
(I can not explain in the correct words my extreme dislike of this person)

He leaves my window...Amy gets out to check on the situation...Amy gets back in...We decide we are of no use here and I turn the car back on...He returns to my window...

Trent: I need you to take one person.
Sus: I can't.
Trent: I can't fit five more in my car. I need you to take this guy, he's small.
Sus: And put him where? The DASHBOARD?
Trent: You have to take him. There is nowhere for him.
Sus: I don't have a place for him!
Amy: Ha, unless he sits on top of me.
Sus: Yeah, he could sit on her lap (and even then wouldn't have a place for his legs.)

He and Amy discuss who is still in the canyon and doesn't yet have cell phone service, who may have room in their cars, and whose numbers the other person has. Amy starts making phone calls...he walks away from my window.

Trent: If you aren't willing to help you should just leave, get home.
Sus: Oh, thanks your highness. The King says we can go now.
Amy: I couldn't reach [so and so].


Ugh, eww. It had me annoyed for the hour-long drive home. I haven't said "bite me" in a long time, but it certainly came to mind a few times.

Skip Meridith!

We have far too much fun together while playing Phase 10 at 1 a.m.


Deborah: What is in your Thirst Buster?
Susannah: Old nasty diet Pepsi.
Deborah: Eww...can I have a drink?
Susannah: Yeah.
Deborah: That tastes like what they pour off car batteries.

Meridith: Thats disgusting, why are you drinking it?
Susannah: Because I paid for it.
Deborah: That sums Susannah and Dad up: because I paid for it.

Aaron: Have him come over and find out what kind of hugger you are.
Deborah: Did you just say hooker? Find out what kind of hooker she is?

Meridith: I'm throwing myself out there.
Deborah: You're not. You are dipping a toe. You're not just throwing yourself at him.
Susannah: Like me.
Deborah: Susannah's like BAM! KABOOM! ...oh, you don't want this?

Deborah: Tito does this little salsa.
Susannah: Is that your salsa? Hahahahahahaaa.
Deborah: Haha, yeah. Its my dog salsa, hahahaha.

Susannah: You know whats nice? We all have different first initials.
Meridith: You just figured that out?
Deborah: Mer noticed at the beginning of the game.

Swans are gay.
Aren't all swans chicks?

Meridith: He laughed.
Aaron: How can you tell?
Meridith: He wrote LOL
Aaron: Lips on lips?
Deborah: LIPS ON LIPS! He's been wanting to kiss you the whole time!
...
Deborah: Liposuction.
Susannah: Liposuction?
Deborah: Lip o luction.

Aaron: We often have to call the wah-mbulance for Deborah at our house. Wah, wah, why are you winning?
Deborah: I don't say 'Why are you winning,' I say 'Why are you cheating?!"

Deborah: This is redick.

Aaron: The spirit is prompting me to make out with you.
Susannah: Thats my new pickup line.

Deborah: You're such a good sport...you're almost like a sports bra.

Deborah: It's so fun to be married to Aaron because he trash talks me.

Deborah: She's taking it so well.
Susannah: No she's not. There are tears behind those...freckles.

Deborah: Susannah won.
Susannah: Will you say it louder?
Deborah: *quieter* Susannah won.
Meridith: *mocking* Say it again. Louder. And call me princess at the same time.
Susannah: Su-prin-san-ce-nah-ss won.

Deborah: Sometime tonight we're all gonna bust up laughing...but I'll be asleep.

Susannah: Jupiter is 1,300 times the size of Earth.
Aaron: Yeah. A lot of people could live there...but no one does.

Susannah: Everything that comes out of me is awkward.
Deborah: Really? *whisper* Even in the bathroom?

Susannah: Drink it!
Deborah: Do it.
Susannah: Just drink it!
Meridith: I do not give in to peer pressure.
Susannah: Don't drink it! Everybodys not drinking it. Whatever you do, do not drink it.
Deborah: Nobodys ever drank it.

My other secret

All night Deborah kept referring to "Susannah's secret" and I had no idea what she was talking about.

Yeah... uh... I need to learn to log out before leaving the room.

My Secret

I love kissing boys.

a 25 to 1

Three of my nephews (ages 8-13) and I were watching Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy a few days ago when suddenly they started talking about the advantages women have over men.

Parker: "They only have one advantage."
Camden: "Intelligence. Attractiveness."
Brayden: "IT'S THEIR SEX APPEAL!"
Parker: "It's their purse. They can hit you with it."


Hahahaha, oh man, I love those guys. They crack me up.

Then Brayden told me Camden has a theory that choosing a woman is like picking in a horse race. Wha?! Cam explained, "You have your busts, you've got your 10 to 1's and your 25 to 1's." Hahahahahaahhaaaha!

Mr Striker is the only hope we've got

Uh, I gained 11 lbs last week. Uh.....oops.

Maybe its because your backseat smells like pickles

Next weekend I'm going to the Bahamas.

Ah, it feels good to say that. Everyone around me has banned me from talking about it (because I'm not bringing enough human-sized suitcases.)





Meridith and I are going on a cruise with my parents, aunt, and grandma. We are going to Nassau (pictured above) as well as St. Thomas (pictured below)





Then we are going to WALT DISNEY WORLD! (Until tonight I did not realize it is Disneyland but Walt Disney World)


I am so very excited to go to Walt Disney World with Meridith because she and I have a blast together. Last time we were in Disneyland together Mer and I went on every little kid ride we could fit on. All of those rides that include one large car that drives along its track while you pass various scenes from whichever movie/story you are celebrating. Mr. Toad's Wild Ride has got to be one of the best.

We were laughing the entire time. Oh heavens, such good times.

"I'm not going to ask you if you just said what I think you just said because I know it's what you just said."

Recently The Honeyman was shocked to hear me say I wanted to ride my bike somewhere. He said he only knows me to suggest we chill and watch a movie, hahaha, and never anything active or outdoorsy. I told him there is a lot he doesn't know about me, apparently.

Last week a friend was looking for someone to cut and color her hair. Uh...hello? We've known each other since jr. high or the beginning of high school, but I had to reintroduce myself to her as her new stylist, haha. She honestly had no idea that I hold two licenses in cosmetology. Uh...

There are so many DUH! things that my closes friends don't know about me?? Weird.
So that is what brought about this:



I honestly don't notice that I'm giggling until someone asks "Whats so funny?" Which is really embarrassing.

I have a sensitive gag reflex. Smells and sounds easily make me gag.

I feel like I should read interesting, moving books, but I don't enjoy them. Give me a murder mystery any day.

I once saw a CSI episode where someone was stabbed from behind while sitting in a movie theater. Since then I've been creeped out by anyone sitting behind me at the movies.

I keep my toothbrush near the sink because I won't think about it otherwise. (out of sight, out of mind)

I usually have good posture but because of people asking why I stick out my chest I have become more slouchy. (stick it out?! Why in the honk would I do that?! It sticks out far enough on its own, thanks.)

I love the smell of freshly cut grass. It brings up memories and anticipation of summer.

I can get lost anywhere. I think it is because I don't pay all that much attention to my surroundings.

I love the idea of going camping...I like sleeping in a tent, I like campfires. But I strongly dislike bugs and the lack of bathroom and shower and the like. And that usually kills it for me.

I get (gently) mocked for it, but I like my randomness when it comes to my movies. I love comedies of all sorts (Simon Pegg to Ben Stiller to Monty Python to Mel Brooks) but I also love musicals and action movies and sci-fi and chick flicks. p.s. I love movies.

I have almost fainted twice (the loss of limb control, sight going black, etc. everything but going unconscious) in the last few months and have a fear of completely fainting while alone in public.

I love going to baseball games. They're so relaxed and so chill, yet there is a lot of excitement.

I want to type the closed captioning for movies.

I've been told I look like Anna Nicole Smith, Melissa Peterman, and Anna Paquin.

Anna Paquin, Kirsten Johnston, and Jeri Ryan have always reminded me of me...not quite sure why. Maybe because they're kinda odd looking.

I like to have a movie/show playing while I'm doing other stuff. Especially now that I have access to the DVD player on my computer. Because of this I have watched nearly my entire movie collection in the last few weeks.

I love that I was raised to enjoy classical music as much as rock.

When the orchestral music swells I tear up. Ok, sometimes I totally cry.

If I am at home and not in pajamas I am most likely in a pink tank top and black booty shorts.

I can't alphabetize without quietly singing A B C D E F G...

Moths scare me just as much as bees and spiders do.

I like to sit near the movie screen. Third/fourth/fifth row... No one in my peripheral vision; just me and the movie.

I have 3 DVDs still in their shrinkwrap and I'm having a hard time bringing myself to open them. (I suppose thats because it would symbolize something different for each.)

I like to water color...but I always paint a rainbow. Every single time.

Sometimes my heart stops for a beat and then beats quickly. Can you say freakiest thing to ever happen?! It creeps me out. I'm pretty convinced I'm going to die when my heart just decides to not start up again.

I took beginning Japanese classes but all I can remember is Hi, my name is Susannah. Which is probably all I'll ever need to know in Japanese, really.

Because of my upbringing (my Grandma) I strongly dislike when people answer "Sure" to a yes or no question. Well do you or don't you? I'm not trying to convince you, I'm trying to get your opinion!

I'm more of a savory than sweet kind of gal (ok, potato gal. lets just say it.) But I could live on Nerds, Pixy Stix, and Smarties.

Knowing the caloric content has ruined some foods for me. I don't touch Pringles.

I am most comfortable when completely surrounded by pillows/blankets. Propped up by some, arms wrapped around some, legs thrown over some. ("I fill emotional voids with cotton batting.")

I have a rough time with characters who are good most of the time, but back-stabbers at another time. Lando Calrissian of Star Wars, Walter Skinner of the X-Files, etc. I want to like them when they're being the good guy, but I just can't.

I can easily put either foot to my forehead. But not both at the same time.

I have an unhealthy love of Nintendo.

I will do and say almost anything to make someone laugh. I make a complete dork out of myself for a chuckle.

I finish peoples sentences ALL THE TIME. I don't mean to...it just happens. What I think they are trying to say just slips out before I can stop it. (Usually I'm right, but its hilarious when I am way off.)

I am a procrastinating slacker, and so well aware of it.

I am the sarcastic and mean sister. Eek. I wish I had Elizabeth's drive, Deborah's wit, and Meridith's sweetness.

I read the back of shampoo bottles. I've done that since I was really small...but now the ingredient list makes more sense.

In high school I started to write a novel about a murder mystery on the Titanic. It starred a foxy brunette British detective named Samantha and her mousy best friend Nigel. I CRACK ME UP.

I consider pajama pants and a nerdy graphic t-shirt an outfit. Especially on roadtrips.

Some of my favorite times happen while playing board/card games with siblings.

I love playing volleyball, but not the technical bump, set, spike kind. I love the get it, get it, its coming to you, oh wait I got it! kind of game.

I used to have an awesome overhand volleyball serve. Used to.

I jammed the middle finger on my right hand while playing volleyball in jr. high. It is noticeably crooked now.

I love the stars. Looking at them, learning about them, etc. I have a bit of a star obsession.

I am not dainty. I'm not into sweet, soft decor. I am brash. I like hot pink, things in the shape of lips, zebra print, Marilyn Monroe/James Dean/Elvis Presley things.

I love well-written banter. (James Bond movies are an excellent example.) A witty retort gets me chuckling every time.

I am kinda noisy at movies. Besides a lot of giggling, I "Oooooo" "sweet!" "ha ha!" "Aw yeah" and the like. Especially action sequences! I squeal, hahahaa. I'm like a 13-year-old boy during car chase scenes. Ok, and sometimes I clap out of excitement...but only soft doesn't-make-noise clapping.

I love getting new fonts. Oh! New fonts! Squeeeee!

I almost always write in cursive, and I love my handwriting. When I'm not writing in cursive I write in small caps...but thats a new thing for me.

I am scared of heights. Not so much the actual height, but what would happen if I fell from that height.

Sometimes I cheat at sudoku...but I get a better sense of fulfillment when I don't cheat. But I have to do those ones in pencil.

I do not enjoy football. I try, really I do. But it is just not something that interests me in the least.

I love reading. I love being so engrossed in a book that I take it with me when I leave the house.

I used to want to be a lawyer or an FBI agent. (the respective careers of my grandpa and uncle) But I'm ok with sticking with stylist for the time being.

I hate math. I have no patience for math.

I dislike barbecue sauce but love buffalo sauce.

Carol Burnett is amazing. Amazing.

I am incredibly ticklish. I really don't like being tickled...especially on weird places like the palms of my hands, they are so dang ticklish. Ugh.

I taught myself to write in mirror image so people sitting near me in class couldn't read the notes I was writing to friends.

My first few crushes were Perry Mason, Paul Drake, Captain Von Trapp, Harold Hill and Henry Higgins.

because the server stopped responding

I am very sore. I am sore from dancing in the kitchen like a dork by myself at 2 a.m.

Now there is a reason to get in better shape, if ever I heard one. (The being sore because of doing random high kicks while perusing the cupboards...not the mere fact that I tend to not stand still. Ever.)

Today I got on a Wii Fit board for the very first time ever. Lemme tell ya: I have great balance. This is something that may shock many people (ie: my sisters) as I have the tendency to be standing one moment and the next moment find myself on the floor. ...I fall down. A lot. Barefoot.

First I had to go through a process I love: creating a Wii Mii. Why do I love creating a small digital representation of myself? Because I give it huge lips and a beauty mark.
My niece Abigail was controlling the construction of my Mii. When we got to the section where you choose the height and girth of your little digital image Abby made it as tall as possible (appropriate) and turned my little Mii into a bean pole! She skinnied that thing right up! HAHAHAHAA. Sweet, but not necessary. I like my plumpnicity, thankyouverymuch, and would like my digiSus to reflect the time and Betos burritos it took to get these curves.
She moved the control bar the the far right. WAIT A MINUTE! She chunked mii up!
"Over, over, over, wait...the other way...over, over, over. Right there! That's perfect!" I had her settle the control bar about 75% to the fat side.


I'll tell you what: when you don't naturally stand with your toes pointing directly forward it can be more than a little difficult to get used to pigeon-toeing it to fit in the little Stand Here outlines. I got more of a workout just trying to keep that little machine recognizing my stance than skiing down the slope or headbutting soccer balls.



Note: Not the Mii that was made tonight. Very much like tonights Mii, but this gal lacks a beauty mark.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SHAKE N BAKE!

TODAY IS MY BRO-IN-LAW'S 28TH BIRTHDAY

(The perfect date: April 25th "Not too cold, not too hot. All you need is a light jacket.")

I have been looking for incriminating photos all day, but have yet to find one! Either Aaron successfully hides from my camera or I need to set my iMac up and pull off the images.

"I really could have done without that third pelvic thrust" "No, that really made the dance what it is"

I love being with my little sister. We are very different in a lot of ways, but we have enough similarities to have tons of fun together. She does not have a reputation in the family for being funny, but oh boy...she is. She and I stay up way too late together just laughing at stupid things.




Meridith do you ever have that dream where you are so tired and you can't keep your eyes open and you're like, 'sorry, I am just so tired!
Susannah hahaha, no. Have you ever had the dream where you're just in booty shorts and a bra and someone comes to pick you up...
Meridith that wasn't a dream.
Susannah hahaha, i know, right? No, but you can't find any other clothes and so you just go with them and the whole time you're looking for clothing...
Meridith No, haha.
Susannah Hahaha, ok.


< Meridith pulls the legs of her shorts up, showing her thighs >
Meridith Mom says I have
Susannah White legs?
Meridith What?!
Susannah What? Hahahaha. At least I didn't say pastel or pasty or glow-in-the-dark.
Meridith Pastel?
Susannah Hahaha, yeah... you are pastel.
< Meridith pulls the fabric up again >
Meridith Mom says I have
Susannah Chicken legs?
Meridith Chicken legs? What kind of chicken has...hahahahaha
Susannah Freakish mutated chicken, hahahahahahahaaa
< Meridith falls to the floor laughing >
< Susannah wipes away the tears that are streaming down her cheeks >
< Meridith stands up again, pulling up the fabric of her shorts once again >
Meridith Mom says I have...uh...
Susannah I won't say it. I'll hold my tongue.
Meridith Mom says I have gymnast legs. Fat thighs
Susannah hahahahahahahahahahhhaaahahahahahahahahaha!
Meridith but its all muscle.
< Meridith comes closer, pointing to her thigh >
Susannah is that an invitation to poke it?
Meridith its all muscle
< Susannah pokes, its squishy >
Meridith NOT UP THERE!
Susannah hahahahahahahhhahahaha
< Susannah holds out her hand >
Susannah Come closer. Come closer. I just want to feel it. Come closer.
Meridith what are you doing? thats creepy.
< Meridith slowly comes closer >
< Susannah grabs a handful of the back of Meridiths thigh >
Meridith Aaaaaaaaaah!




Meridith See? I'm funny. Tell them.
Susannah Did you just point to my computer?
Meridith How else do you...
Susannah How else do I talk to anyone?
Meridith I didn't say that.
Susannah Wasn't it insinuated in your little pointing?

naked lightsaber battle

Marty the Slurpee Man

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Susannah: "Ba dun dun dun bada dun ba du ba dun dun dun badun dun..."
Meridith: "Could you...not?"
Susannah: "You don't like my banjo version of the Wicked soundtrack?"
Meridith: "Haha, no. But the real question is: did you realize you were doing that?"
Susannah: "Hahaha, nope."

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Susannah: "Yes...yes it is. Why yes it is. Yes. Why yes it is."
Meridith: < stares wide-eyed >
Susannah: "Don't look at me like that! If you look at me like that I won't feel comfortable being weird with ANYONE!

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Honeyman: "You are a dork. A funny cute dork."

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Honeyman: "On a first date you have to be...more girly. I mean, you're capable and like guy things, which is cool, its one of the things that makes you the perfect girl, but you need to tone that down at first. You're kind of...I don't want to say a 'manly girl' but..."
Susannah: "Thats ok. I'm a manly girl. I'm OK with that."
Honeyman: "No graphic tee shirts for at least 3 dates."
Susannah: "Hahaha, ok, deal. So skirt and heels?"
Honeyman: "Yes. Definitely heels."
Susannah: "...what if its skirt, heels, and graphic tee shirt? hehehe."
Honeyman: "No."
Susannah: "Come on!"

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Susannah: "I haven't been on a date in like four years!"
Meridith: "...with a guy."
Susannah: "HAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHHAHAAHAHHAHA, touché. But I didn't know I was dating the lesbian until she told me The Rock was the only man she'd go straight for."

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Susannah: "DON'T CHUCK MARTY! ...ya jerk."

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Honeyman: "Whats that rattling sound?"
Susannah: "Your mom."

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Honeyman: "They're two geeks. There is going to be a naked lightsaber battle at some point."

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Susannah: "In the movie [17 Again] Zac Efron and Thomas Lennon get in a lightsaber battle with a master replicas force fx lightsaber. I want that!"
Honeyman: "What?"
Susannah: "I want a master replicas force fx lightsaber! They are like $90 to $180 depending on where you get it."
Jessica: "Whats a lifesaver?"
Susannah: "That pains me."

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Susannah: "I want one. The red one. Just so you know: I want one."
Honeyman: "No."
Susannah: "Come on."
Honeyman: "No."
Susannah: "I'm just throwing it out there: I want one."

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< phone rings >
Susannah: "Hey!"
Sarah: "Hey."
Susannah: "So guess who I just got a call from...oh wait, sorry, you called me. I shouldn't just start talking."
Sarah: "I just read this article...the president of Iran says his country is racist."
Susannah: "... ? ...Was that the reason for the call?"
Sarah: "What? No."
Susannah: "Oh, ok. Bwahahaha"

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Brady: "You seem so happy and have a lightness about you and you have a spring in your step that you haven't had before and it makes me so happy to see you that way."
Susannah: "Oh."

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< whispering during church >
Susannah: "I cut myself shaving! Look at this..."
Susannah: < throws leg over Ryans lap >
Susannah: "Can you see all those little cuts?"
Honeyman: "Uh...yeah."
Susannah: "Oh. Was that inappropriate?"

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chance of thin skin and hair loss

Oh lets see here...

Friday the 3rd:
* My big sister Deborah gets into town with her hubby and 3 sons.
* 4 of my 6 sisters, my mom, and I go to dinner at Olive Garden (after waiting 75 minutes in the foyer. kid you not.)

Saturday the 4th:
* I notice a scratchy throat...uh oh.

Saturday Night:
* I'm down for the count. Sick again.

Sunday the 5th:
* 101.4 fever
* I'm awake about 4 hours total. TOTAL.
* I can't recall a worse sore throat.

Monday the 6th:
* 104.2 fever at the crack of dawn. Dying.
* I sleep all day again.
* My big sister Elizabeth surprises us by driving up with her 3 kids.

Tuesday the 7th:
* More sleep all day.
* 102.4 fever
* I climb into bed for the night at 8:30 p.m.

Wednesday the 8th:
* Fever is back... 103.0
* I go to the doctor, a new guy, and he runs tests.
* I am diagnosed with a regular ol' virus (lame) which has become bronchitis because of my asthma (even lamer)
* I begin to feel a teeny bit better. I venture out to IKEA with Deborah.

Thursday the 9th:
* I do not wake up with a fever. HALLELUJAH!
* My big sister Elizabeth leaves back to Las Vegas :'(
* We pack into two cars and drive up to Idaho.

Friday the 10th:
* My little sister graduates from Brigham Young University-Idaho
* I do not have a fever, but am still coughing up my respiratory system. Thanks, bronchitis!

Saturday the 11th:
* I wake up coughing. Shocker.
* I have the worst earache I've had in years.
* I help my little sister pack up her belongings in the truck.
* We pick up my parents from their workshop.
* We finally head home.


Yeah...it has been a long week.

harsher penalties for parole violators, Stan ...and world peace

Some people have better things to do with their time than criticize former beauty pageant contestants pictures. I am not one of those people.




I have had big hair. I have had multi-toned hair. I have had grown-out highlights. I have had them all at the same time. But I have never then gone, Huh, I think I'll sit for my pictures to be Miss Idaho today.

Is that a shirt under a tube dress? Was there nothing else available?

My baby sister is old!

Meridith turns 22 this morning. Which is weird, because she is 13 in my head.















HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MERIDITH! I'm excited for you to move back home next week!