The clouds need to decide what they're going to do. Are they going to stay? Leave? Drop more snow upon us? I'm to the point where I don't really care which of those happens, so long as one does and stays happening. My poor head cannot take so many weather changes in one week. It hurts.

Also, The Boy seems to have found himself The Flu and is not feeling well at all. Last night I fed him soup and applesauce. I was going to make stir fry for us to eat tonight, but I amn't sure how well that would fare on his poor tummy. Suggestions are welcome at this point, but I'll need them no later than 5:30 for them to be effective.

2 hours and 4 sink loads later, the dishes are finally done.


Yeah, that's right. 4 sink loads, 2 hours. Our dishwasher has begun to malfunction, so now we are hand washing our dishes. Out of the ones I just washed, about a dozen of them were mine. That was it (OK, some of them were The Boy's, but that just makes them mine by default since he doesn't live here). Washing that many dishes for that long is hard on my body, though, methinks. I'm all shaky now and it's rather unpleasant.

"I will send a handmade gift, treat, etc. to the first three (3) people who leave a comment on my blog requesting to join this PIF exchange." The only thing you have to do in return is pay it forward by making the same promise on your blog.* So, you must have a blog to participate.** I To join, just cut and paste this on your blog and comment away. So get posting!!


Seriously, I will. I'm so bored sometimes lately that I need to do this. And if you know anything about my artsy-crafty abilities, then you know this is going to be awesome.

* Umm... I should probably know you in real life so I can, you know, actually deliver the handmade whatever.
**Unless you're Bob or Dad or Sister. I will accept comments from any of you, even though you haven't got a blog.

Unfortunately we are still having trouble getting the boiler to work correctly on the pool. You may still swim if you wish, but just realize the pool will be a little cooler than normal. It will probably be around 85 to 90 degrees instead of 100. We are trying to get it fixed as soon as we can because we know you love swimming in it at night. Thanks so much for understanding!

And, because it's the last Monday in January, it just had to go out with a bang. Almost literally.


First, it was cold. REALLY cold. I only knew I was blinking because every few seconds things would go dark. I couldn't actually feel myself blink. And then I crawled in bed and slept for about 2 hours.

Second is a sad, sad story. So The Boy didn't really want to walk back up to campus, you know? And who could blame him? Not I, for certain. So I told him that I'd take him to campus. We're walking down the stairs to the parking garage and I'm about to put my foot down. I think to myself, "Hum. I think I'm going to miss this step and go tumbling down the stairs." I then proceed to miss the step and go tumbling down the stairs. Luckily The Boy likes to hold my hand (sorry if that's too mushy for you), so he tightened his grip and kept me from falling down all the stairs. Only now my arm is slightly sore muscled and, while I haven't actually looked yet, I'm pretty sure I've got a sizable bruise on my back now from where I landed on one of the stairs.

Anyway, if I didn't have a paper to turn in tomorrow, I might not be able to wake up and go to class so I wouldn't mind staying up a little longer. As it stands, though, I do have a little somethin' somethin' to turn in, so I'm off to bed. Let's hope there are no more fallings tomorrow and that the weather gets better again soon.

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Suddenly my life is full of bloggable stories. Maybe it's because I am trying to take Dragon Lady's advice on how to have more stories to tell? I don't know.

Anyway, so I'm sitting in class today, you know? And waiting for it to start. And waiting and waiting and waiting.... Then I noticed my rather flimsy finger nail had a bit of a snag in it, so I bit down on it to tear it off. I don't generally make a habit of this; I usually try to just pull out my nail clippers and clip off the snags and what have you. But I didn't have my nail clippers with me today. And what happens? My tooth chipped! I don't even know how, but it did. So I may be making an impromptu trip up and back to Santa Horhe next week to get it fixed. Or, if that doesn't work out for me, then I'll find a dentist up here and suffer through it.

It figures. The One Time I bite my nails this would happen. Now I'll have a story to tell my small children when they're biting their nails to get them to stop, though, right?

I think that's for like Xpedex or something. I'm not going to be working there.

Anyway, I had my job interview. I think it went over well and I do feel rather qualified for the job. I should find out within the next week or so if I got it or not.

You should see the cute card I made last night to take in as a sample. I'm soo cool.

I have a job interview tomorrow! I am so excited, I can't even tell you. Plus it gives me the perfect excuse to wear my suit. And heels.

My roommates and I each own our own iron. What this means: we currently have three irons sitting on top of the dryer. What do you think this says about us?

On The Weak and the Simple of the Church:
You can't tell by looking at a frog how high he is going to jump!

On Enduring Together
What happens to a few happens to all.
Blessings can emerge from heartbreak.

On Strengthen(ing) Home and Family
President Hinckley gave... "a simple four-point program" that will not only "assure your happiness" but will bless your family. Pray, study, pay your tithing, and attend your meetings.
Seeking the help of the Lord daily through prayer will bring great blessings to your family.
As you personally study the scriptures, you will come to know the Savior and His teachings.
"Get all of the education you can."
"While tithing is paid with money, more importantly it is paid with faith."
Eternal families are made up of individuals.


On Why Are We Members of the Only True Church?
Happiness does not depend on money.
A Testimony comes to us as we live a worthy life and seek it in prayer.
"Talk to them about prayer," he told me. "That is a good subject," I told him, "but they've heard a lot of talk about prayer; what could I tell them that's new?" "That's easy too, Daddy. First tell them, 'Before you start to talk to Heavenly Father, think about the things you want to tell him.'... Once you've thought of it, tell it to Him! When you finish, wait and see if He has something to tell you."
Christ paid for my sins, for my illnesses, afflictions, and sorrows.

On Claim(ing) the Exceeding Great and Precious Promises
The Lord makes generous promises, and He certifies that He will not vary from these promises.
"Whatsoever ye shall ask the Father in my name, which is right, believing that ye shall receive, behold it shall be given unto you" (3 Nephi 18:20).
"Let virtue garnish [our] thoughts unceasingly" (see D&C 121:45-46).
Sometimes, in our earthly impatience, we may lose sight of the Lord's precious promises and disconnect our obedience from the fulfillment of these promises. The Lord has declared: "Who am I, saith the Lord, that have promised and not fulfilled?"
Important components of faith are patience, long-suffering, and enduring to the end.
"And Jacob served seven years for Rachel; and they seemed unto him but a few days, for the love he had to her" (Genesis 29:18, 20).
In this age of one-hour dry cleaning and one-minute fast-food franchises, it may at times seem to us as though a loving Heavenly Father has misplaced our precious promises or He has put them on hold or filed them under the wrong name. Such were the feelings of Rachel. But with the passage of time, we encounter four of the most beautiful words in holy writ: "And God remembered Rachel" (Genesis 30:22).
When heaven's promises sometimes seem afar off, I pray that each of us will embrace these exceeding great and precious promises and never let go. And just as God remembered Rachel, God will remember you.

On Have We Not Reason to Rejoice?
To endure to the end, we need to trust our Father in Heaven and make wise choices.
There will be days and nights when you feel overwhelmed, when your hearts are heavy and your heads hang down. Then, please remember, Jesus Christ, the Redeemer, is the Head of this Church. It is His gospel. He wants you to succeed. He is the Son of the living God. He has promised: "Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest" (Matthew 11:28).
My dear friends, the Savior heals the broken heart and binds up your wounds.

On Mrs. Patton - The Story Continues
Heavenly Father loves each one of us. He hears the prayers of the humble hearts; He hears our cries for help.

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I have cold hands and my roommate thinks I'm dying. BUT I got my reading done for class tomorrow and now I am debating going to bed, although I'm not too sure I'd be able to fall asleep since I took a nap at 5:00 until 7:15. I kid you not. Also, we keep falling over (practically) from being dizzy every time we cough and sometimes just from standing up. It's all rather unpleasant and makes me wonder how this whole going to class thing is going to work tomorrow, but I can't miss, because that would be bad. Also, missing Sister Black's class is like... the worst thing imaginable.

We should maybe call The Boy and remind him about meeting us in the Fish Bowl tomorrow and finding us after his 6:10 class so that we don't have to walk home alone in dark, cold out of doors.

And it seems as if The Illness (or several like unto it) is going around, so you should all watch out and wash your hands a lot. Also buy some Clorox disinfectant wipes and disinfect every surface imaginable. Yup.

One of my favorite parts in Bambi happens within the first four minutes. It's when the little mouse wakes up, carefully lowers the bead of dew off the blade of grass, and washes his face (wherein the cuteness level shoots sky high- oi). I'm about to watch it again, just because it was that cute. Awww.

Also, the doctor found it funny that my clothes are coming into style again. I wasn't sure how to take this.

The doctor infers that I have a very persistent cold and gave me an antibiotic for the next 10 days. This will be approximately 20 days of my life this month only where-in I will be ill-faced and unable to share any ham with any one (except I do have that ham in the freezer...). Weee for being sick. (And they didn't even try to kill me this time!)

Also, it is snowing. Have you ever taken a really good, close look at a snow flake before? I was examining them as they fell on my coat sleeve walking into the InstaCare and thinking to myself, "How perfectly lovely! Snow flakes are sort of miracles. They are so detailed and ... and... yeah." Then I went inside and all thought ceased to exist except for that one that always enters my head when doctors are around, which is: don't stab me! Don't poke me! Don't send me to the hospital! Don't do anything scary to me! And that was my one and only thought for about an hour and a half.

And then, when I went to Harmons to take in my prescription and get a refill on my old one I saw the orchids and almost had to buy one (but I'm too poor right now) and also the little bell plants (I don't know what they are, exactly, but they were really cool) and almost had to buy one of those, too. And the viney things. And the Gardenia. But, alas, I purchased none of the above and left with only items that are meant to make me healthy and happy and normal again.

Hah. As if.

I saw a rainbow today. I asked The Boy if it shouldn't technically be called a "snow-bow," but he says it's all precipitation, so it doesn't really matter. He was also half asleep when I asked him. What a blessing.

So, yesterday I learned how to levitate. (This is the story I promised, by the way.)

Mom and I were at Dillards yesterday to see if they had this trench coat that I am absolutely in love with (they didn't, but never fear! Macy's came to the rescue). Well, I hardly ever go into Dillards, so I couldn't remember where the Junior's section was and Mom clearly didn't know because this wasn't her Dillards, after all. Anyway, so we go and find one of those store maps, you know? And it's on the wall next to the up escalator. Well, Mom stands in front of the map and starts looking at it. I'm standing next to the hand rail for the escalator also looking at the map, but I couldn't read it very well, so I stepped forward a bit. Still couldn't quite see, so then I leaned forward. Suddenly, my feet were no longer touching the ground and I was straddling the hand rail and moving upwards right along with it.

"Mom?" says I.
"Katria!" says Mom.

And then, because Mom didn't know what else to do, she got on the escalator and started following me up. I could not, for the life of me, get off or figure out how to stop myself. Luckily there was one of those sign thingys on the way up (you know, the one with the big person holding a little person's hand as they step on?) I proceeded to brace my feet against it and was able to swing one leg over to safety. I then got on the escalator the right way and didn't allow Mom to pretend not to know me. We were also laughing so hard that I couldn't stand up and everyone in the vicinity turned to look at us because we were so loud about it. And thus concludes my most embarrassing moment ever.

You should have been there.

Does anyone else feel weird blowing their nose into something you don't throw away?

Sometimes I amaze even me. Story to come in the very near future, but man... Good times. Quite possibly the most embarrassing moment of my life, too (which will just go to show you how often and how easily I get embarrassed).

I'm really bored right now.

The sick bunny is feeling slightly better. We're very glad about this. Mom is also coming up this weekend, and The Boy is supposed to study for the GRE tomorrow, but I doubt he will. That's really all I have to say about that.


Do you think it's like... an inside joke and supposed to say this, or that the cake decorator misunderstood?

Things that come in tens:

My volume on my computer
The volume in my car (though sometimes comes in fives)
The volume on the television (which also comes in fives)
Transferring my money over from savings to checking (which doesn't happen often, should we be wondering)

What else comes in tens?

I'm sick, I'm cold, and somebody stole my bench. You'd think people would know better than to steal my bench or my chair or my corner by this point in life, but I guess not. So, here I am, sitting on the cold, hard floor of the BNSN because my bench has been stolen and I'm supposed to meet The Boy here in an hour (like we do every Monday and Wednesday).

Yes, Mom, I am singing in church on Sunday. 9am in the UPC chapel for anyone else who is interested as well. Probably I'm going to freak out about it because I've never sung in front of people before when I knew they'd be able to hear me specifically, but I figure since I'm the one that volunteered The Boy to sing, I'd probably ought to support him and sing with him if he asks me to. Which he did. (Well, technically it was my roommate that asked me to, but, you know.)


Anyway, that is all. The end.

Lookit! I'm rather excited about this. The Cold One and Heartless Siren both tell me it's in the dollar theater right now and I may have to go see it again with The Boy. I seriously loved that movie a lot.

March 4, you do not come fast enough.

My roommate informed me that The Boy and I are singing at church on Sunday. I'd like to say I don't know quite how I feel about this, but I'm pretty sure that I do, and I'm pretty sure that I don't like it. Singing in front of other people just isn't my forte, especially when it's just me and one other person. Plus, what will we sing? When will we practice? Who will play the piano for us? What if I'm sick?

I guess there must always be stress in my life. This just so happens to be the stress of this week.

I think my bishop likes to make church as awkward for me as possible. Of course, it mustn't all be blamed on him. The Boy had a big part in the awkwardness yesterday, too. (Once upon a time at ward prayer, when we'd been dating for only 3 weeks, he decided to tell every one that we had just gotten engaged. If you know me at all then you know that I don't like to be the center of attention. Having everyone in the room turn to look at my hand to see if there was a ring upon it was really unpleasant and we constantly have people looking at my hand now.)

So Bishop gets up at the end of Sacrament meeting to talk about how Ecclesiastical Endorsements are coming up to be due soon and the requirements of getting them. One of these requirements is that you attend your own ward. He then mentions how Valentine's Day is coming up and people tend to get engaged. Enter Awkward Moment where the entire ward turned to look at me and The Boy. It didn't help any that Bishop was smirking. Thanks, Bishop. Thanks.

My toast sings to me. You all wish your toast sang to you, but it doesn't! Mine does. This makes my toast much cooler than your toast. If you want to have cool toast, too, then you'll either have to get my toaster or come and eat my toast (this is sort of an open invitation; just don't show up unannounced).

Also, classes have officially started. And I got into Church History! You quite possibly have no idea how happy this makes me. We're learning about Brigham Young, John Taylor, Wilford Woodruff, and Lorenzo Snow this semester and I'm reading a 300+ page biography on Wilford Woodruff for the class, too (although I haven't started it yet, but I plan to start it real soon and not be all procrastinatey about it because I read a conference talk yesterday about procrastination and it was all inspiring and stuff-at least temporarily). It's just going to be really amazing.

I am also taking Bio 100 and may possibly die because of that, but I figured I needed at least one challenging class this semester, and that was the lucky candidate of the draw. Other classes include a Student Development course (which I think is on study habits, but I can't remember for sure; I'll find out this evening when I go to it), a class on LDS Temples (which should be amazing) and a home entrepreneurship class which I also am really excited about right now. Hopefully Dragon Lady's brother will find it in his heart to let me add the photography class that I'm wanting as well, even though he doesn't know me (but I need to email him about it first).

I have no class on Fridays and plenty of time to get a job and work during the week. Am also excited about this aspect and happen to be in the process of submitting an application for a job that I reallyreally want as I type this. I even feel qualified for the position, which is a good thing.

Meanwhile, it is still really cold here and there has been more weather in the form of snow lately, but my internet works again (after 5 days of not working) and we are all very happy about this.

But now I must go eat lunch and get ready for the day and finish this job application up so that I can be employed and pay myself back for that $900 I took out of my savings account when I purchased the Baby (aka computer). It will be a good thing to have a job. It will give me much to do in the daytime, which I should think I'd enjoy. Work is good. I like work. The end.

This whole "early to bed, early to RISE" thing is getting to be a little bit ridiculous. It's like my body thinks it's only nap time if I go to bed before midnight, so then I have to wake up exceptionally early and be WIDE AWAKE. I'm very annoyed about this.

I like it. I think. It sort of ended up being both of my two options that I had for myself, but I think it works out better this way. It's also 2 inches shorter than it was because that's how much it took to make the ends look healthy again (I really need to find someone in Cougar Town I trust to come near my hair with scissors so I can trim it more often). I can still do all the normal things with my hair, I think, and that's all that really matters to me, besides having a new look when I choose to do nothing with it. Anyway, the end. That's all.

In approximately one hour I will be leaving the safety of my house to venture out into the world for... a hair cut. Well, mostly just a trim. But I'm also trying to decide something. Do I brave the unknown and have the Hair Lady try something new with my hair? Or do I chicken out and stick with what I've had for... many, many years? It's quite the conundrum. I'll let you know what happened in a few hours.

K, don't ask. Let's just accept the fact that the research I do for my... umm... "job" sometimes leads me to some really strange topics and/or web sites. Such as this one.

Chatting up a widow at her husband's funeral, for example, would at the very least incur disapproval.

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