July 26, 2006

Alana Grace-Black Roses Red

I have found Heaven in the form of a pizza.
I don't think there are words to describe what it's like to eat my wonderful discovery.
Delightful. Lucious. Savory. Divine. Titillating.
I'm about to throw out my recommendation of the year, so brace yourselves.
For all you Utah Countians be prepared to be amazed.
If you find yourself craving wonderful in a physical form, take a little trip to American Fork.
632 West Main Street, American Fork to be exact. There you'll find a little place called The Cobblestone Cafe. It's right there next to Target.
Inside you will find the most incredibly delectable pizza you will ever taste.
Give it a chance. Let me know what you think.

July 25, 2006

I was interrupted during Monday night Simpsons.
I knew it would've had to be something about Destiny. It's the biggest news story in the state right now. They wouldn't interrupt The Simpsons for just anything.
You could tell it wasn't going to be good even before anything was said.
And unfortunately...I was right.
"Tonight at approximately 8:30 pm, the body of Destiny Norton was found..."
As soon as the words were said, I could feel something draining, not just out of me, but out of everyone. Once the awful news was out, I could feel a somber sadness all around me. (Even though I was watching tv all alone in my bedroom.)
It made me think about my five year old Sophie and what I would do if anything ever happened to her. How devastated I would be if someone did to my little Fofee what they did to little Destiny. Or anyone I care about for that matter.
I don't think there are words to describe the grief I imagine I'd feel. Anguish, agony, despair. It brings tears to my eyes thinking about it.
I can't understand how someone would have the gall to take another's life into their own hands and cut it short.
But I also can't understand the reactions of some to the tragic news.
Suddenly all the hope and community and esprit de corps was forgotten. Suddenly it was only anger and criticism and blame. And all towards the ones who worked hardest to bring her home.
Now the anger I can understand. But I feel it was sadly, horribly misdirected.
Having never lost someone one close to me, it is hard for me to judge the people in this situation. But I do know, had it been me, I would've been on my knees thanking those Officers for doing all in their power to help.
Knowing many Officers personally and working closely with them on almost a daily basis, I know the commitment these men and women put into their jobs. It becomes more than a way to pay the bills. It become their duty.
If you were to ask any Officer in the state, I guarantee that every single one of them would've given their life to bring Destiny home.
I think Destiny's so-called "family" would do well to remember that.
Remember her life and also respect the lives lost and given in service to the rest of us.

July 14, 2006

Carrie Underwood-Before He Cheats

July 13, 2006

A couple months ago I was in a curious mood and started reading up on chakras. Whilst doing so I stumbled upon this little quiz.
Upon reading my results, I was able to find out what they meant.
My first thought was, "Yup. Sounds like me."
The word chaos came to mind.
All but one of my chakras was supposedly over or under-active and all of the descriptions sounded like they were written after an extensive study had been conducted on my life.
The test seemed surprisingly accurate.
Time went on as it inevitably does and I didn't give much more thought to my disfunctioning chakras.
I completely forgot about the test until I stumbled upon it today and decided to try it again just for kicks.
I was quite surprised when I got my results.
My chakras are apparently much happier than they were the last time we met. According to Eclectic Energies.com, I am much more balanced than I used to be. I know have, count em, THREE balanced chakras.
(and there was much rejoicing....yay)
What that means, I have no idea.
Have I achieved inner peace and perfect harmony with the universe??
Not hardly.
But it does feel nice to know that at least I'm heading in the right direction.

July 12, 2006

Some people. I swear.
Let me give you a general idea of the things I deal with at my job. Here's an exerpt of a phone conversation I had this very afternoon. Now keep in mind that this lady was very old and probably senile.
But still!! That's no excuse!!

Me: 911, what is your emergency?

Her: I need help!

Me: Ok ma'am, what's the problem?

Her: I can't figure out how to use the speaker phone!

Me: What?

Her: The speaker phone. I can't figure out how it works!

Me: Ma'am, this is 911.

Her: I know. How do you work it?

Me: Ma'am, 911 is for emergencies only.

Her: Well this is an emergency to me!!

Me: Ma'am 911 is for police and ambulance.

Her: I just need to figure out how to work my speaker phone.

Me: Ok, well is there someone there with you who can help you figure it out?

Her: No, I'm here by myself.

Me: Ok, well ma'am, there's not much I can do for you.


Me: Grrrr

July 10, 2006

Ok, I'm not really that angry anymore, but I was. It was amazing how quickly I became consumed by the rage inside of me. I wasn't feeling at all upset ten seconds before I started screaming. But then it hit me and I couldn't scream loud enough. Suddenly it was like a poison that would kill me if I didn't get it out.
Pounding on the floor was great.
Shrieking in Wyatt's face was great.
The howling and yelling and crying was great.
But boy, am I paying the price now. I woke up on Sunday morning and could hardly move. It seemed every muscle in my body had frozen up. I have sore muscles that I didn't even know existed. My hand and feet muscles hurt. My throat muscles hurt. I just hurt all over.
I felt different than everyone else during this process. I was noticing that most everyone else had one or more persons they were angry at. Someone else to scream at. Someone who needed to be punished for the pain they had caused that person.
I was sitting there beforehand trying to figure out who it was I needed to scream at. It wasn't immediately evident who that person was.
It wasn't until Lynell pointed it out that it finally clicked. That person was me.

July 04, 2006

Michael Buble'-Song for You

I feel like I have a lot I need to say, but none of it is important or profound enough to write down. Or possibly, it just plain doesn't make sense. I've had a lot of thoughts and feelings in the last little bit and I'm trying to sort them out.
My life feels like a blur at the moment. It's hard to distinguish one day from the next. Nothing happens that is memorable enough for me to discern it from the events of the previous day. Days are zooming by, and yet they seem to be dragging.
I feel like my life consists of sleeping and working. I feel like I have nothing to dread or look forward to. I have no plans, no events to engage in, no getaways to anticipate. I just sort of am.
I exist, but that seems to be about it right now. Everyday is like the one before and will be like the one that follows. It's hard to get joy out of a life that seems routine and monotonous.
I do have things to look forward to, but they seem so far in the future that starting to think about them now just seems silly.
I've been trying to add flavor to my life. I've been trying to make plans and set goals and have something to accomplish. But it seems that everything just falls through. Things don't work out, people bail on you, not enough time, not enough money.
And I know thats life, but when your life becomes this humdrum, day to day routine, not being able to change it even when you want to becomes frustrating and discouraging.
I start to wonder...will my life always be like this? Wanting to make things happen that are just not meant to be?