Stop! Is that poop on your lemon?

I keep reading this article all over the place, and hearing it on the radio and I have finally decieded to share my two cents about it. The article is all about the germs and things (including fecal matter) found on lemon slices that get put in your water glass at restaurants. At first I didn't think much of the story since I don't like lemons in my water but the more and more I read and hear the story, the more humorous it becomes. I don't understand the big deal. People have been drinking lemon water for decades and no one is sick yet, and I hardly think that lemons in your water are the dirtiest things we come in contact with in a given day. I say what doesn't kill you will only make you stronger. I think I may start requesting lemons in my water so I can expose myself to a few more bacterium and make my immune system stronger. Bring on the lemon slices! And while I am up on my soapbox- I think we all wash our hands a little too often. I understand the importance after a trip to the bathroom, but I think the rest should stop. Plus we can all help the environment a little by saving water.


Being pregnant.

So being pregnant is not really all that different for me than being not pregnant. The two major differences (both of which I hate!) are: I am getting fatter by the minute, and once again, the stupid things people say and the horrible advice I have been getting.  Just yesterday, a woman with whom I work was surprised to find out that I am pregnant, she told me that I didn't look pregnant because I have gained all my weight in my back and shoulders. I about died!! (so did my other coworkers who heard the comment) I promptly called Taylor and discussed it with the girls that work in the store who all assured me I do not have a fat back. But still,  my question is, how exactly do you gain weight in your shoulders?! Anyway, I have been trying to decide how exactly to respond when someone comments on my weight gain or my size. It is one thing to respond to someone telling me that "you look great" or "you barely look pregnant" but when someone says, "you really are showing today" or "wow, you look pregnant" I have yet determined what response to give these people, I just normally give them a strange look or say something like, "well I guess that happens when you are 25 weeks pregnant."  Most of the comments I get are from women too, I think men have just learned to not say a word. I kind of hope I get more strange comments, for as much as they drive me crazy, they sure are amusing, and they make for good stories.  

My other favorite advice I get is about exercising. I was just reading on the Internet (I get most medical advice from the Internet, but don't worry, I don't believe everything I read) about exercising while pregnant and read some funny advice. One of the bits of advice was, "stop if you feel any pain or when you begin to feel at all fatigued or short of breath" Now I don't know about the rest of you, but if you don't feel all three of these things to some degree while exercising, I don't know if you can really call it exercising. I realize the importance of listening to my body and all, especially now,  but I am definitely not stopping at any sign of shortness of breath or fatigue.  I hope my baby comes out running or kick boxing. 



I love holidays. Any excuse to wear pink and eat sugar cookies all day makes me as happy as can be. I think we need a few more holidays in the year. My day has already been great, other than the treacherous drive to the gym this morning in the snow.   My spinning teacher gave us all boxes of conversation hearts and he played love songs and he wore his red spandex outfit for class (thank heavens the lights are out!)
Anyway, I just wanted to say Happy Valentines Day! I am sure happy I have taylor today. This morning as he sang his strange love songs in the shower I thought to myself, I sure love that kid. Happy Valentine's Day Taylor, I love you. 


Good Flick

Last week, Laney and I were opened to a whole new world of cinema. We watched "Uzpizin," an Isreali film about guests coming over during a Jewish holiday and this couple's yearning to have a baby boy. We were touched, to say the least. It was adorable, touching, and not even a challenge to read all the subtitles. It followed the story (at least we're assuming) of Abraham and Sarah pretty well. The best part was watching them pray. It so passionate and faithful. It made me want to lie less. It has been some time since a movie has motivated me to be a better person and more faithful. Not that I watch a lot of movies, but still, that is saying something for a movie to move me to be better. Highly highly recommended. The acting is very realistic and, well, good. This is what Mormon cinema should be like. I feel like I learned more about the Jewish culture. Stupid movies like "Baptists at My BBQ" and "Mobsters and Mormons" do nothing like this and just make us look like a bunch of raving lunatics. Little wonder that other's have a hard time accepting us when those movies are their only exposure to the Church. (Thank you Richard Duetcher and Halestrom Entertainment!) Ugh. I wish you luck in finding a place to rent it, but for all you Netflixters out there, I would bet you might find it. Next week: Fiddler on the Roof.


tagged again. i guess these things give me something to write about.

 So here I am, I have been tagged again. I answered the questions because they were semi-interesting. I'll see if I can get Taylor to do it later. 
Where were you 10 years ago?  
 Nothing exciting I am sure. It was my jr. year of high school. It was a wednesday. I didn't keep a wonderful journal, we could look it up in Leisy's journal, if anything exciting happened she would have documented it. 

5 things on my to-do list today:
1. stay at work and finish the day
2. Do a little homework
3. make dinner
4. clean
5. cuddle on the couch with taylor

Things I would do if I were suddenly made a a billionaire:
travel the world, eat good food, and stay in really fancy resorts and hotels-  with taylor of course. 

2 of my bad habits:
1. getting annoyed with people
2.   watching and reading too much news

5 places I have lived:
1. Orem, Utah
2. Rexburg, ID
3.  Arlington, VA (DC)
4.   Daugavpils, Latvija
5.  Narva, Estonia

5 Jobs I have had:
1.  Grocery Store Cashier
2. Tutor for the political sciences classes at Ricks
3.  Intern for the U.S. Senate and later the Utah State Senate
4.  Teacher at the MTC
5.  Museum Store Buyer & Manager

5 Things people don't know about me:
There aren't many things people don't know about me. But here goes it
1- people who are always apologizing for themselves or hard on themselves drive me crazy, especially people who allow themselves to get walked all over. I say stop complaining and do something! 
2- I love to exercise, my happiness is directly related to exercising. If I am unhappy, I run. 
3-All those crazy made up story/analogies to the atonement and other gospel principles drive me crazy. When I am at church and people share them in lessons or over the pulpit I cringe. I say, share your testimony or a personal experience but no more of these false doctrine spreading stories (i.e. the bridge/train and the little boy)
4-I think my husband is practically perfect in every way. I feel bad for everyone else who didn't get him as a husband. 
5- I am super competitive in almost everything, when I am at the gym on the treadmill, I look at the people next to me, and if they are running faster than me, I increase my speed. I was secretly really happy when I learned Katie Holme's marathon time and realized that I beat her by over an hour. 


Houston, City of Strip Malls

I'm safe and back from my stint in Houston with Steverino. A week late, but I thought I'd share a few pics that I took.
It was so cold. You can't even see the tops of these skyscrapers, the clouds were so low. Wet and cold it was. It only cleared up the day we went to Galveston--just in time for Mardi Gras. BEADS BEADS BEADS. I totally wasted Steve and Mike in the bead collecting. I totally owe it all to my long of arms. The one bead necklace that I wanted had a little Finding Nemo medallion on it. I was chanting at the float to throw it at me, but lady threw it just to my left. I looked, and saw this little girl waiting for it; I went to grab it, and then compassion set in, and I couldn't take it from her. It was the only time I held back. The best was when this group of women in a mid-life crisis found out this was our first time, and one of them said to me, "You know. You get more beads if you lift your shirt and show them your chest." Mike and I didn't know what that exactly meant. It was creepy. But, we gave them all of our beads so they could use it in their gambling that night. I guess it's a pretty popular tradition. The highlight was this museum. It was just a museum full of caskets and hearses. The best was the exhibit about the African artist who made different shapes of caskets for his art. There was a crab, a scallion, a dog, and other oddly shaped caskets. You should go the next time you are in Houston. That's my favorite picture of Steve. Thanks again for inviting me. It was fun, but next time I'll only go if I can take my wife with me. It was just too hard to be away for that long.