Top Ten Reasons I Might Be Getting Old

The top ten reasons I think I might be getting old. In no particular order. I mean seriously, if you don't have kids why do you have to get old?

1. It's Friday night. I'm surfing online at 9:30 and waiting until it gets to be "late enough to go to bed." Which at this point is 10:00 p.m. or maybe 9:45 if I finish this blog by then.

2. I turned down an offer to go watch movies with friends tonight because they weren't starting until 8:30 p.m.

3. I thought the friends lived too "far" away. West Jordan. But upon further reflection I hope this is a continuation of being a "Sugarhouse Snob" NOT because I am old.

4. I've had 6 Dr. visits since January and two more in the next two weeks. (I'm hoping that since I had surgery in mid-February, this counts as "post op" and not old age.)

5. I bought TWO season tickets to the opera this year and am contemplating getting them for the symphony.

6. I'm spring cleaning my house. Which includes washing walls and the consideration of a carpet cleaner.

7. I carry a bag to church and I don't have any Sunday callings or "children or tids or titty tats". For those of you non-conversant in "baby daniel" that is "children, kids or kitty cats".

8. I have more great-neices and great-nephews that most of my friends have neices and nephews. (A total of 8 if Corinne would get a move on.)

9. I watch the news (for the weather report) more than any other tv program.

10. I have "doillies" (or some other form of linen stuff) on 2 of the 3 pieces of furniture in my living room. Not to mention the linen table cloth on the wall in the living room, the framed baby bib my grandma crocheted in my living room, the large red doillie on the in the dining room or the framed lace my grandma made in my office at work.

I've Been Tagged

Charlotte tagged me (and it made me laugh out loud). You were right Char, it IS right up my alley. In fact I read about it first on Heidi's blog and thought to my self, "Self, I hope Charlotte tags you because this could be fun." So here it goes...

This is what you do.

1. Pick up the nearest book (at least 123 pages).
2. Turn to page 123.
3. Find the 5th sentence
4. Post the 5th sentence on your blog.
5. Tag 5 people.

I've been planning a trip to London this fall, so the nearest book is "Frommer's London 2008" (with fold out map).

The fifth sentence on page 123 of this book reads:

"Live out your fantasy: Choose an ancient Egyptian funeral barge or a 16th-century Venetian boudoir."

While it has nothing to do with Charlotte's non-existent cat's intestine or Heidi's mating flies, I do think it may be very appropriate for me. Plus, I really think I would enjoy staying in someone's 16th century Venetian boudoir...not so much for the funeral barge...I did have all those nightmares after we went to see "The Mummy."

For those of you with the curiosity of a cat (like me), the sentence above is describing the Blake's Hotel in South Kensington. Categorized as "VERY EXPENSIVE" by Frommers. But they do provide robes in the bathroom. I mean who wouldn't pay extra for that.

Since I think there are only 4 people who read my blog (Charlotte being one of them), I'm tagging Corinne & Erin. (Heidi, since you liked the tag so much you can consider yourself tagged and you can do it again if you want!)

P.S. Heidi if you are reading...do anything but spend a week in Gulf Shores, AL. All I have to say is it might make the infamous road trip to the Grand Canyon look like a really good time. My friend from Texas calls it the "Redneck Riviera." After visiting, I have to admit, I agree.

Technology Junkie

I don't know about any of you, but I am definitely a technology junkie. I LOVE new toys. For several months I've been wanting to upgrade my cell phone. My nephew called on Friday and wanted to know if I had an extra phone because his was broken and he wasn't eligible for an upgrade for several months. I decided that was as good of an excuse as any, so I went to the Verizon store on Saturday and got a Blackberry. Which is super cool. And red. And really pretty.

So Saturday night (keep in mind it was brand new), the phone keeps beeping ALL NIGHT LONG. Seriously about every hour or so it is beeping at me. I can't figure out why and I can't figure out how to turn it off. Eventually I realized that it beeps everytime I get a new email. Which is fine expect for the junk mail that comes apparently all of it between 3 a.m. and 5 a.m. I seriously have got to figure out how to turn that alert off. Hopefully soon.

My Funeral

While at a family funeral today, I decided that when I die, I don't want to have any flowers on my casket. I want to have all my shoes lined up on top of the casket.

Indiana Jones

In Sacrament Meeting today, one of the talks that was given spent 5-10 minutes of the talk recounting the last 30 minutes of Indian Jones and the Last Crusade. Quite frankly I can't even remember what the woman was talking about, once she started in on Indiana Jones I was just trying not to make eye contact with anyone sitting near me. Really all I can say is "Wow!"

Winter White

This week I did one of the most impractical things I have done for a really, really long time. To preface, I had a very LONG week. Filled with a ton of meetings at work, my boss coming to town, more meetings, and the president of the company coming to town. Wednesday was the day filled with the most meetings and was the longest of several long days. I knew that I would need to wear a suit. I also knew that my only pair of decent looking black dress pants (much to cold for a skirt) were linen (speaking of much too cold)! Not to mention that the only pair of heels I own that are 16 hours heals are olive green (also a very impulsive and impractical purchase from several years ago). Note: For those of you unfamiliar with the process...all the shoes in my closet are rated based on the # of hours I can wear them without having to change. Now, based on the fact that the heels I wanted to wear were olive green meant that I had to wear my black suit...otherwise, they REALLY wouldn't match. So in the interest of looking professional for my all day meeting schedule Wednesday and not having to limp home in my heels, I went shopping Tuesday night.

This is where the impracticallity comes into play. As I was shopping, I found a perfectly acceptable pair of lined black dress pants. The only problem being that they were about an inch too long (all my dress pants are hemmed to go with heels approximatly 2 1/2" tall). Because in a perfect world I would be 5'7 1/2 " tall instead of my actual height. In order for these pants to work, I would have to wear the 3 1/2" black heels which I KNEW are not 16 hours shoes from past miserable experiences involving running thru an airport. And I also knew that there was no way I was going to take them (the pants not the shoes) home and hem them. So I pressed onward.

The next store I went too had several options for purchasing black pants. As I gathered them all up for a trip to the dressing rooms, I walked past a rack in the back of the store that had "winter white" dress pants...on sale no less. On impulse I grabbed a pair and continued into the dressing room. I'm sure most of you have figured out what happened next...I fell in love. Of course, I went home WITHOUT the practical black dress pants that would have matched 8 of the 10 suit jackets I have in my closet. And of course, I went home WITH the "winter white" pants that match 1 of the suit jackets in my closet...red wool.

This brings us to Wednesday morning. Where I wake up, get dressed for the day (including 1 pair of red heels on my feet and another in my hands because both of them are 6-7 hours shoes and I figured if it really went 16 hours I had some red flats in the car). I opened my front door and what do I find but a brand new snow storm. So now the dilema is how to get to the car without ruining the brand new "winter white" pants. Next to the door is a pair of rubber boots in a lovely cheetah print. Incidentally, another rather impractical purchase which makes me want to "roar" every time I wear them. Now I am walking out the front door wearing the cheetah boots, roaring under my breath, packing 2 pairs of red heels and did I mention that the only way to save the cuffs of the "winter white" pants was to tuck them into the cheetah boots? In order to keep a really acurate visual, remember that I am wearing a suit at this point.

You may think that was the end of the story, but really those of you who know me well will understand that could not possibly be the end. After a long day of meetings, I am now in a hurry to leave the office and get downtown to another meeting. The Board of Directors I work with has been in the office most of the day at the meeting and we are all rushing downtown. I thought all the board members were on their way and I was the only one left to leave the office. So I once again put on the cheetah boots (ROAR!) and tucked in the pant legs, grabbed the red heels in my hands (pair #2 having been left in the car) and headed outside....where I ran into the President of the Board coming back into the building for something he had forgotten.

At least I wasn't "roaring" out loud.

The Relative Game

You may be asking yourself why I would post this incredibly amusing picture on my blog. And I agree that's a very noteworthy question...A good friend of mine, sent me an email today with this picture that in her words "might solve all Mick's problems."

Now the game!

We play this really, really, extremely quirky game in our family...called "The Relative Game". It started out on the night before a family wedding...I can't even remember who was getting married, but JoAnn, Mick and I were talking about the fact that the person marrying our family didn't really know what they were getting into...I mean really had they met "Aunt Cackle" and various others? Then JoAnn and I started comparing relatives against Mick's and the game was born.

Basically, the rules are:

1. The person with the weirdest relatives wins (or looses...depends on your perspective.)

2. You HAVE to claim even the most obscure relatives who may in any way be "loosely" related to your side of the family. And when we say "loosely" we mean loosely. IE. Mick has to claim his sister in laws, grandmothers, long lost son AND a lady we know from home who used to live in his parent's ward...you get the idea.

So now we play this game fairly often. Always when we are having a family wedding and various other times, just because we can...not to mention that it TOTALLY amuses us.

(BTW...Mick usually looses the game, well, unless Ernie is playing. She has the BEST trumps.)