darn it...

a little bit ago i went to the eye doctor

i walked into the office, and was given a form to fill out, similar to this:

I got to the question

are you nursing/pregnant? yes or no

without realizing what I was doing (I was hurrying to get through the form) i circled YES


i scribbled the heck out of that question. i didn't know what else to do!

...


kinda reminds me of the time when i was trying on bras (awkward already) at v.'s secret and the dressing room attendant says to me

oooohh so when are you due?

and i said

with that glazed-over-smile should-i-punch-you-or myself-in-the-face-look..

soon.



story of my life.


for the record.  no, i am not nursing. or preggo.

Carry On Wayward Goose: Friend Feature: Brady Dalton

Brady speaking here.

First off I would like to say this is a re-post from my blog.

Since is Erin is going on vacation I thought a story about a goose who was on a vacation that it didnt mean to be on would be the most fitting of my blog posts..

Oh and I would also like to say I think Erin is one of the coolest people I know. She rules. :) Anywho..

This is a story about a wayward goose.. named Stewart Turkeylink..

Last night I was driving in the car with my friend Brad.. it was midnight and with the Sabbath being over we decided to go and get a beverage from 7-11. As we were pulling out of our apartment complex we were talking, listening to music and having a good time and all of a sudden we both stopped talking for a moment because we both saw the same thing at the same time.. we saw Stewart Turkeylink, a wayward goose walking in the middle of the road. Keep in mind there are no parks close by to us.. no other geese anywhere.. no gosling.. just apartment, concrete, and automobiles.. and also a college kid who lives in the apartment complex across from us I assume just standing by his car smiling at the same situation we were beholding.. it must have been a sheer nightmare for Stewart.

 

Remember as well that this is Logan, Utah.

 

It should be spring but it has been snowing, rainy, and decently cold more often then not so far this spring so geese aren't seem to much around this time of year. We didn't know what to think..

 

Brad said "holy crap that's a goose" and I slowed down to a stop.. watched Stewart waddle past us and waddle slowly and then keep moving across the street.. I honked to see if I could get him to fly or move quicker so he wasn't walking slow across a busy road but to no avail it worked.. Stewart was also very dirty.

 

A normal goose should be white and healthy looking like the picture above but Stewart was dirty.. probably hungry and probably far from his home. His wife and children must have been worried sick. His mother is probably in a goose hospital because of a heart attack from Stewart being missing. Oh the stories that this goose could tell. That is the reason I wrote this post is because I would like us all to remember Stewart Turkeylink in our thoughts and prayers.

 

Brad and I considered taking him in but then realized that would be a bad idea.. but my heart goes out to him.

 

Where was his flock?

 

His family?

 

His home?

 

His next meal?

 

Did he have a place to rest his head for the night?

 

I am almost in tears as I think of my dear friend Stewart and the brief moment we shared. I hope that one day when we meet in heaven he can forgive me for not taking him in. It is not that I didn't want to it is just I wasn't in a situation to do so. I pray for Mrs. Turkeylink and little Joey and Sandy Turkeylink. But most of all.. I pray for you Stewart..

 

Carry on my wayward goose..

there'll be peace when you are done..

lay your weary head to rest..

don't you cry no more.

oh, anna.

Here's a little background information for you.

I don't like being outside alone in the dark. 

Who does, really?

Neither does my sister.

My sister and I are best friends.  We do almost everything together. 

When we would arrive home, Anna would have her seatbelt unbuckled and all ready to race me inside.  She would always beat me and I would always be left alone for at least 3 seconds.

I hated it.

So one night, Anna and I were riding home like always.  I had planned in my head to unbuckle my seatbelt, put the car in park, and turn off the car simultaneously. 

When I pulled in the driveway, the plan worked exactly according to plan.

I got out of the car and booked it for the door, beating Anna.

She screamed for me to wait for her.  Of course I didn't.  She never waited for me, so why would I?!

I got to the door, and turned around to see my sister leap to skip the few steps to our porch to catch up to me.

She tripped up the stairs instead, and started to cry.

Anna tends to over exaggerate.

So what did I do?

"Anna, get up.  You're FINE!"  And proceeded to march inside, shutting the door behind me.

I forgot about Anna sitting out on the porch because I actually believed she was fine and went about getting ready for bed.

About 20ish minutes later, my mother asked me where Anna was.

"Didn't she come in?"

"No..."

"Check her room"

"Erin, she's not in her room."

"Well, she was right behind me when we came inside.."

"Where would she be?!?"  (My mom was really concerned, naturally.)

So I went and opened the front door.

What I found looked something like this:

"Aaahhuiuuhhhh... i... broke... my.. *gasp* fooooooot!... baaahhhhh"

{much more whiney and sad though}

Then she showed me her foot which looked exactly like this:

She had sprained her ankle.

Had to be taken to the ER to make sure nothing was broken.

And of course I looked like the bad guy afterward.  I got in big trouble for not looking after my little sister.  I'm sorry Anna, I learned my lesson! 

Then again, she needs to not be so clumsy. 

(for those of you who know Anna, this is a humorous story)



in n out

love the cheeseburgers.

love the french fries.


love the compliments i get when i go through the drive thru


...


let me explain.



last evening my mother, sister and i were hankering for some in n out!


well, we placed our order and preceded to pull up to the first window


patrick, our cashier, asks for our total, then says to us

"my!  you look lovely.... {mumblings}...you two girls!.. lovely!"


(my mom and i.  anna was in the back seat)

i turned away before i could start laughing.  i was so embarrassed!


oh patrick.  he looked like prince eric.

a mary higgins clark tale

once upon a time

i read A Cry In The Night by Mary Higgins Clark

I must have been 16 or 17 at this particular time. 

Side note--If you're not familiar with Mary Higgins Clark, go here.  Basically if you love a good mystery, heroines and a little love story bonus you will love her books.


okay. back to A Cry In The Night.


I don't want to give you too many details in case you want to read the book, but at the end the killer is an extremely freaky psychopath who goes crazy and tries to kill Jenny, the main lady in the book. 

it freaked. me. out.


so i finished the book around 8 or 9 pm, and decided to take a shower before heading to bed.  You know, to clear my mind of the scary thoughts that entered from reading the book.  (mind you, i was 16.. but i still am nervous to pick up one of her books to read before bed because of this experience)




Anna, my dear little sister, knew that i was freaked out by this story and decided to play a little trick on me.


she grabbed our My-Size Barbie that was hidden deep within the storage room of our basement, and hung it in my closet.

by it's neck.

she's crazy/twisted.

She then proceeded to write REDRUM on the wall adjacent to my mirror.

then, she shut off my bedroom light, and waited patiently for me to finish my shower.



i got dressed in my jammies and headed to bed, closing my door behind me before turning on my light.


as i turned on the light and saw the horrific scene that was the REDRUM and hanging doll, I froze.

I decided to bolt it out of my room.

Lucky for Anna, her trick worked out better than expected and my doorknob conveniently decided to break at that very moment. 


I was trapped.


with the hung doll and the scary writing on my wall



I finally was rescued by my mother and we made sister apologize and clean up the mess she had made. 

I slept on the couch that night.




it's a funny thing now, but at the time I was scared for my life.  Even if it was just my sister.
Read the book, and then you will understand my horror a little bit better.


other MHC books I loved:

Pretend You Don't See Her
Moonlight Becomes You (favorite)
I'll Be Seeing You
Loves Music, Loves to Dance
While My Pretty One Sleeps

this made my day

there is this kid in my neighborhood who has special needs

i've grown up with him and he is one of my fondest friends


a few months ago a bunch of us went to a tumbling gym, including my friend.


i just hung around him the whole night.
he was cracking me up with his crazy stunts and getting stuck in the foam pit.

after talking with him most of the night he finally came up to me and put his arm around me.

"Hey buddy, how we doin?"

"Erin, I'm doing great.. You know I have something to tell you.."

"Oh?  What is it?"

"Erin... If you weren't married....I would totally ask you out."


then he proceeded to laugh and pat me on the back and he ran off to the foam pit.


Later on he asked about it again, but I thought it was so funny.



I didn't know I was married?!  It made my day.

just can't make this stuff up

at work yesterday, this awkward boy comes in asking to talk to one of my fellow coworkers, who is also awkward.

she goes to meet him outside and comes back in with this GIANT valentines day card ( I should have taken a picture. it was THAT good. )

It said something along the lines of:

"You are my lover

You are my friend

A Love like ours

Will never end.

Dear *Mallory,

You are the most beautiful girl I have ever met. I can't wait to spend time with you. Love, *Ron

me: so Mallory, is he your boyfriend?

Mal: I think so.

me: Cute... How long have you guys been dating?

Mal: Oh.... .... .... About three days.

me: ....interesting...

And how long have you known him?...

Mal: About two days.

me: (Completely teasing) oooh. so is he a good kisser? (then regretting asking because I knew she would answer)

Mal: I didn't want to say anything... but he kissed me twelve times.

me: huh.... neat!

And I walked away.

priceless. and hilarious.

Funny Story

Okay. So I heard a funny story today.. thought I'd share :)

This girl went to the temple with her fiance a little while ago, and upon entering hands the temple worker her temple recommend.
He takes it to make sure she was legit, and looks at the recommend funny. then looks at this girl really funny. then looks back at the recommend... then hands it back to her with a shocked and confused look on her face... the girl looks down at (what she thought was) her temple recommend, and notices that it is indeed her perscription for BIRTH CONTROL. (she was getting married soon..just clarifying)
how funny is that! That poor temple worker... hahah! I thought that was pretty funny...

Do you have any embarassing stories to share? :)