I'm just waiting by the telephone...

I have a love/relationship with the telephone. The Momma's phone line never stops ringing. When I first moved down from Logan I was so busy you know dealing with geysers spouting off in the backyard, Hawaiian vacations, and just running all over getting used to be home in Ogden.
Last night I had the night off (rare ocasion) and I was bored. There is so much of basic cable/laundry/and house chores that a person can handle.

So I had the phone right next to me. I looked at it. It looked at me. I willed it to ring. I begged it to ring. I could imagne all the conversations people were having "Oh we must call him but he is probably so busy" "oh we can not bother him" you know and I sat there by the phone going hoh hum you know .

Then I realized that in order to have people call you there actually has to be an interaction you know. Its not one sided but rather I need to remove myself outside of my self imposed exhile from the rather happening social life that must be occuring in O-town.

So picture me calling you and asking you to cruise Washington Blvd. Would you go? Can you imagne how fun that would be? Crank some Backstreet boys and Spice Girls show how crusing is really done!

Okay.

Are you ready for this?

Its been a while...

Bridget Jones Moment!

Weight: 215

Water: 3 liters

Steps walked: Didn't have my pedometer.

Breakfeast:

Left over Breakfeast Scone from Birthday feast

Lunch:

Mac and Cheese (Same for dinner)

Snacks:

scoop of ice cream. Oh I feel so dirty.

Open a New Window..

This is the 2009 honeymoon pic of the Princess and I. She the Ironwoman and I the writer. This is the first year I could go to the beach and take my shirt off and be like I'm actually skinner than the gold lame` speedo man. Yes he does exist and yes I am trying to find the picture I took of him. He had that grey chest hair that sprouted off his chest like a hairy fur man coat. One thing going on the gratitude list is that I am not a hairy beast. Thank you genes thank you.

Anyway another reason why I posted this pic is because yesterday was the 25th anniversary of The Princess and I being brother and sister. Since either one of us isn't planning marriage anytime soon ( That is why the parental unit had the little nip insurance policy for grandkids) anyway at the Great Aunt's and Uncle's 50th wedding anniversary we came up with a brillant idea. We would throw a huge party at our 50th for being brother and sister. So in 25 years you are all invited for the 50th. Though 25 was great it was kinda rough. Everybody was busy.

Its hard to throw yourself back into the life you left almost five years ago. When I left Ogden I had to make new friends, new town, and even a new grocrey store. But when I left Logan I felt like I left home. On the Fisherman's birthday (May 2nd write it down send a card) it rained so hard. It was what my grams (Not Grandma Dar but a wise woman from my mission) called a funneral rain. With the civic loaded up with all my possesions I drove on main street crying my eyes out and I was scared to go home. Isn't that silly?

Now I am getting settled. Finally subscribed to the paper and got the most bare boned basic cable and internet package. Had a princess moment on the phone and got a great deal. Who knew? The butt pain is starting to diminsh. Yippe!

But a even more wonderful birthday surprise. The Momma got me a gift certificate to Gold's Gym! Now I can start up the Mamma Mia workout again!

Perhaps being 25 isn't so bad.

Maybe this is the year I get married.

Get a job.

Make my parents grandparents.

Or not.

Now that its My Birthday I Don't Know What to Do...

These are the strawberries I picked from the backyard of the bungalow a couple of days ago. It was a great night.

I am 25 today!

It's the Princess and I's 25th celeberation of being brother and sister.

Internet is coming to the Bungalow tomorrow.

Yippe!

Cable too.

Now when I have burst of workout and funny inspiration I can write it out for you.

I want to sign up for a gym membership. Any suggestions?

Anyway HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

Papa can you hear me?

Me:Happy Father's Day Dad!

Dad: After 27 of them they are kinda the same.

Oh Well.

HAPPY FATHERS DAY!

I said Doctor! Uhe Ching chang walla bing bang...

I got an epidural today. My sympathies to all the pregant ladies. Earlier I had blogged about wanting to get one to have some relief from the scaitc back pain. In theory it sounded wonderful. Yet when I was in that room mooning the Dr. man trying to make small conversation (brief excerpt What about that weather yesterday?") then Wham! Bam! Thank You Ma'm! Now my butt is numb. Remember when you got to go ice blocking for a church activity and even though you used a towel after the end of the night your butt was numb?

Thats how I feel right now.

Numb butt.

Thought you would like to know.

You can't be the final word in Driver Licences...

This pic has nothing to do with today's post except that I liked the Little Aunt going excuse me?

Yesterday was a grown up day. I got a new drivers license yesterday which thrilled me. No more vertical licence! Then I went to the denist and got a new toothbrush which always makes me happy. Its been a crazy couple of days.

That and it's my 25th birthday on monday.

All I want is a Bleeding Armidillo cake.

Oh and world peace of course.

Radio I think I'm in Love with My Radio...

Here we is. I realized that between the Princess and the Little Nip I've got issues with my weight and being moviated. The Princess is training for a Ultra Iron Man (The Race not the movie) and the Little Nip just ran a half marathon with the Momma. My claim to fame? I started this blog.

At first this was going to be a pity blog post. Woe is me. Fat is me. Death to the Devil's Starchy Fingers aka French Fries. But I as I was lounging in the glorious Maui sun like a cooked lobster I realized that this blog gives me some strenght ,however not strong enough to heif my self on the scale after the wonderful visit to the Doctor's office, airplane bloat (it exist google it), and all those Sour Patch Watermelons gotta get absorbed.

I'm intrupting this post for an important FYI:

Being fat is the best thing for getting a epidural it cushions the needle when it gets inserted in your back.

Who knew?

Perhaps tomorrow I will be brave enough to get on the scale.

Maybe not.

Oh Well. Death to the Devil's Starchy Fingers. (Make that your war cry. Not Zion! Zion!)