Yesterday I spent $67 on books. Yes, BOOKS. Now that I'm not in school I have been reading like CRAZY. I pretty much will read anything I can get my hands on. I'm not picky and I enjoy everything. Right now I'm reading a book that is of a 4th grade reading level, but it's a darling story and I don't care! It's really simple but right now I don't want anything mind-challenging, I just want to get lost in a great story. :)
I think I have read probably 16 books since I graduated (which was in the middle of August). That may not be much to some (who read like a book a DAY) but it's a lot for me!
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
cafe rio pork salad
warning: graphic content.
Yesterday I was puking my guts out. Literally.
When I got up to go to church, I wasn't feeling good but decided to go to church anyway. As we sat there I started feeling worse and worse. I felt so bad it actually brought on some tears. I was crying pretty hard throughout the meeting and if I didn't have such a strong will to NOT throw up, I would have ran to the bathroom at church and just got it over with.
I wondered if I could make it the full 3 hour block but quickly decided that wasn't the best choice. After the first hour, we went home and I went straight to bed after taking a phenergan. (Oh I love my phenergan). Minutes later I was in my bathroom seeing the pork salad I ate from the day before plummeting into the toilet. So much for the phenergan, that didn't stop me. :(
Here's the thing. I'm not sure if it was just a 24 hr bug or food poisoning. I sported a nice little fever of 101.4 which gave me the terrible shakes and shivers. Is that common of food poisoning? Maybe it was just dehydration?
I HATE HATE HATE throwing up. It is the worst thing in the world. I couldn't handle it and after each "episode" I cried like a little baby. Seriously. Travis had to carry me back to our bed because I was so weak and upset from throwing up. I hate it THAT much.
After I knew I had gotten it all out, I took a phenergan again and then slept peacefully for about 10 hours. Today I am feeling much better. My entire body aches, I have a massive headache, and I am really dizzy. That could be the after-effects of phenergan. It always makes me feel funny for a day or two.
No joke, this is the THIRD time I've gotten sick from eating the Cafe Rio pork salad. Was it the lettuce, the dressing, or something else? I'm not positive. One thing I AM sure of is that I will NEVER be eating at Cafe Rio again. Third time's the charm, right?
Yesterday I was puking my guts out. Literally.
When I got up to go to church, I wasn't feeling good but decided to go to church anyway. As we sat there I started feeling worse and worse. I felt so bad it actually brought on some tears. I was crying pretty hard throughout the meeting and if I didn't have such a strong will to NOT throw up, I would have ran to the bathroom at church and just got it over with.
I wondered if I could make it the full 3 hour block but quickly decided that wasn't the best choice. After the first hour, we went home and I went straight to bed after taking a phenergan. (Oh I love my phenergan). Minutes later I was in my bathroom seeing the pork salad I ate from the day before plummeting into the toilet. So much for the phenergan, that didn't stop me. :(
Here's the thing. I'm not sure if it was just a 24 hr bug or food poisoning. I sported a nice little fever of 101.4 which gave me the terrible shakes and shivers. Is that common of food poisoning? Maybe it was just dehydration?
I HATE HATE HATE throwing up. It is the worst thing in the world. I couldn't handle it and after each "episode" I cried like a little baby. Seriously. Travis had to carry me back to our bed because I was so weak and upset from throwing up. I hate it THAT much.
After I knew I had gotten it all out, I took a phenergan again and then slept peacefully for about 10 hours. Today I am feeling much better. My entire body aches, I have a massive headache, and I am really dizzy. That could be the after-effects of phenergan. It always makes me feel funny for a day or two.
No joke, this is the THIRD time I've gotten sick from eating the Cafe Rio pork salad. Was it the lettuce, the dressing, or something else? I'm not positive. One thing I AM sure of is that I will NEVER be eating at Cafe Rio again. Third time's the charm, right?
Saturday, October 9, 2010
coupon crazy
I went to Smiths earlier today to purchase all of my weekend food needs (I have company coming, my cousin KIM!!!!!) and it was crazy busy. I don't know why I ever attempt to go to ANY supermarket on a Saturday evening. Costco, Walmart and other grocery stores are swarming with little Mormon ladies trying to get their shopping done before Sunday.
Well I braved the task and came out unscathed. Luckily.
However, at the checkout, we waited FOREVER for this one lady and all her groceries. Was it the attendant's fault? The customer? Well, sort of both. This lady had a HUGE stack of cut out coupons and the cashier was scanning all of them (I think literally over 50). The cashier was clearly upset about all the multiple coupons and sometimes 2 coupons for the same item, basically making the item free.
The cashier gave the lady the grand total: $9.95
I almost gasped as I immediately looked at her cart which was overflowing with food, products and children. THAT ENTIRE CART FOR $9.95? You've got to be kidding me.
This lady may have held up the line and made a few people irritated (including, admittedly, me) but she went home happy with a huge cart of food for less than 10 bucks. Lucky girl. It makes me really want to sit down and look up websites for coupons and order the Sunday paper and really go through my "val-pak" that comes in the mail.
Hmmm... is it really worth the time? Worth the effort, probably... but I have limited time as it is! Maybe someday when I have kids and I'm not working, I'll have all the time in the world.
yeah right.
Well I braved the task and came out unscathed. Luckily.
However, at the checkout, we waited FOREVER for this one lady and all her groceries. Was it the attendant's fault? The customer? Well, sort of both. This lady had a HUGE stack of cut out coupons and the cashier was scanning all of them (I think literally over 50). The cashier was clearly upset about all the multiple coupons and sometimes 2 coupons for the same item, basically making the item free.
The cashier gave the lady the grand total: $9.95
I almost gasped as I immediately looked at her cart which was overflowing with food, products and children. THAT ENTIRE CART FOR $9.95? You've got to be kidding me.
This lady may have held up the line and made a few people irritated (including, admittedly, me) but she went home happy with a huge cart of food for less than 10 bucks. Lucky girl. It makes me really want to sit down and look up websites for coupons and order the Sunday paper and really go through my "val-pak" that comes in the mail.
Hmmm... is it really worth the time? Worth the effort, probably... but I have limited time as it is! Maybe someday when I have kids and I'm not working, I'll have all the time in the world.
yeah right.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
get a life
This past weekend we had some friends over for dinner and we played the game of life.
I haven't played that game in YEARS.
Naturally, I win at life.
At the end, I had $3,255,000. I had a great house, twins, and another boy and girl. My car was FULL.
Travis sucked at life. He kept saying that during the game, "I suck at life!" It was actually quite comical.
He was trying to manage my finances throughout the entire game. He kept telling me when to pay off my school loans and where I should turn.
I looked at him and said, "Sweetie I love you, but this is a game. I'll handle it!"
He was trying to manage our finances even in a GAME. We all had a good laugh about it.
Wish the game was real! But I wouldn't trade my experiences for everything! Although twins would be fun! I also wouldn't mind having 3+ million dollars. :)
I haven't played that game in YEARS.
Naturally, I win at life.
At the end, I had $3,255,000. I had a great house, twins, and another boy and girl. My car was FULL.
Travis sucked at life. He kept saying that during the game, "I suck at life!" It was actually quite comical.
He was trying to manage my finances throughout the entire game. He kept telling me when to pay off my school loans and where I should turn.
I looked at him and said, "Sweetie I love you, but this is a game. I'll handle it!"
He was trying to manage our finances even in a GAME. We all had a good laugh about it.
Wish the game was real! But I wouldn't trade my experiences for everything! Although twins would be fun! I also wouldn't mind having 3+ million dollars. :)
Sunday, October 3, 2010
bye bye piano
Do you remember the beautiful baby grand piano I've had since I was 9? Here's a picture to refresh your memory:
Yesterday, we sold it and now our front room is depressingly lonely without it. I know I know, you're thinking, "If you're so sad Kat, why did you sell it?" Well, it was a family choice, and we sold it to help out with finances. I won't lie... the night before, I played it one last time and cried my eyes out through every single song. Then my tears made it hard for me to see, so I just sat there and stared at the piano.
I kept thinking of all the memories that involve that piano. I remember when our family moved into a bigger house, one that would accommodate a piano of this size. I would sit in the room where it was going to be. We got the piano bench almost 2 weeks before the piano arrived and I would sit on the bench and play the "air-piano" gracefully and wonder what it would be like to play a really nice piano like that. (Remember, I was 9). I played the piano for many wonderful years. I learned how to really play the piano and get better at it. I would play songs and my sister, Lizzie would sing to them. Some of my fondest memories were playing the piano for her and listening to her angelic voice.
I also taught piano to a few students when I was in highschool to earn a little extra money. I loved watching the learning curve of each of my students and seeing them progress. I felt so grateful to be able to have a piano in my home that I could use for good. I remember playing duets with my cousin Kim, and performing for our highschool talent show, and other times playing in sacrament meeting at church.
When I got married I wondered what my parents would do with our piano. For a very long year, the piano sat in storage before my parents bought their house here in Utah. Then it was moved into their home and every other Sunday I would provide my family with "Sunday Entertainment" which meant playing a bunch of hymns and other church music to serenade them after dinner.
Travis and I bought our first home last year in June. We weren't in our house but a few days when my parents finally gave in and decided to let me have the piano and it was moved the next day. I watched anxiously as the piano mover brought the piano into my home. After it was tuned and cleaned, I played almost every day.
Very precious and almost sacred moments involve me sitting at the piano and shedding lots of tears. When I was frustrated or sad, I would play the piano. When I was happy and rejoicing, I would play the piano. There wasn't a time when I didn't really want to play the piano.
I know that I will have a piano in my home again sometime in the future, but for now, I will have to do without. I understand that this may seem a little melodramatic, but it's not the piano that I will miss, it's the opportunities to play it, and learn new songs and practice for playing the piano in church. I'll miss the memories I shared with my family.
I'm grateful for my knowledge of knowing how to play the piano. It has been a blessing to me and has given me many opportunities to serve in the church. My piano teacher, Sister Jones became a great friend and confidant throughout my life. I'm grateful to her and the many others that helped me to learn this great skill.
It's just a piano and I know that I shouldn't be so sad about selling it, but it really had great sentimental value for me. It went to a very wonderful and loving home. The lady who bought it from us is an amazing musician and I know she will get much use out of the piano and someday I hope she will pass it along to one of her children who is also very musically talented. For now, I will do without a piano until sometime in the future. As for what to do next, I'm trying to figure out how to fill the empty space in my living room and metaphorically, my heart.
Yesterday, we sold it and now our front room is depressingly lonely without it. I know I know, you're thinking, "If you're so sad Kat, why did you sell it?" Well, it was a family choice, and we sold it to help out with finances. I won't lie... the night before, I played it one last time and cried my eyes out through every single song. Then my tears made it hard for me to see, so I just sat there and stared at the piano.
I kept thinking of all the memories that involve that piano. I remember when our family moved into a bigger house, one that would accommodate a piano of this size. I would sit in the room where it was going to be. We got the piano bench almost 2 weeks before the piano arrived and I would sit on the bench and play the "air-piano" gracefully and wonder what it would be like to play a really nice piano like that. (Remember, I was 9). I played the piano for many wonderful years. I learned how to really play the piano and get better at it. I would play songs and my sister, Lizzie would sing to them. Some of my fondest memories were playing the piano for her and listening to her angelic voice.
I also taught piano to a few students when I was in highschool to earn a little extra money. I loved watching the learning curve of each of my students and seeing them progress. I felt so grateful to be able to have a piano in my home that I could use for good. I remember playing duets with my cousin Kim, and performing for our highschool talent show, and other times playing in sacrament meeting at church.
When I got married I wondered what my parents would do with our piano. For a very long year, the piano sat in storage before my parents bought their house here in Utah. Then it was moved into their home and every other Sunday I would provide my family with "Sunday Entertainment" which meant playing a bunch of hymns and other church music to serenade them after dinner.
Travis and I bought our first home last year in June. We weren't in our house but a few days when my parents finally gave in and decided to let me have the piano and it was moved the next day. I watched anxiously as the piano mover brought the piano into my home. After it was tuned and cleaned, I played almost every day.
Very precious and almost sacred moments involve me sitting at the piano and shedding lots of tears. When I was frustrated or sad, I would play the piano. When I was happy and rejoicing, I would play the piano. There wasn't a time when I didn't really want to play the piano.
I know that I will have a piano in my home again sometime in the future, but for now, I will have to do without. I understand that this may seem a little melodramatic, but it's not the piano that I will miss, it's the opportunities to play it, and learn new songs and practice for playing the piano in church. I'll miss the memories I shared with my family.
I'm grateful for my knowledge of knowing how to play the piano. It has been a blessing to me and has given me many opportunities to serve in the church. My piano teacher, Sister Jones became a great friend and confidant throughout my life. I'm grateful to her and the many others that helped me to learn this great skill.
It's just a piano and I know that I shouldn't be so sad about selling it, but it really had great sentimental value for me. It went to a very wonderful and loving home. The lady who bought it from us is an amazing musician and I know she will get much use out of the piano and someday I hope she will pass it along to one of her children who is also very musically talented. For now, I will do without a piano until sometime in the future. As for what to do next, I'm trying to figure out how to fill the empty space in my living room and metaphorically, my heart.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
tubes:tied, denied and I cried.
It has been quite a while, hasn't it?
I figured I better update those out in cyber-world what's been going on with us lately.
We took the little Pepperoni to get spayed last week. When I dropped her off at the vet she was whining like crazy. When I picked her up, she didn't want to have anything to do with me, even though she was loopy and drugged up. She was maaaaad at me!! She went in heat (started her little period) last month and it drove me crazy! We couldn't leave her outside for long periods of time for fear of neighborhood horn-dogs jumping our fence and practically raping our little Pepper. The vet said we had to keep her inside the entire time. She bled for 3 weeks! (Ok girls, we thought a week was bad?! Poor doggies!) Anyway, she has a little incision on her tummy and within a day she was back to jumping and terrorizing us, like she always does. I was worried about her for a second though, because when she was loopy, it was so unlike her character. We're glad to have her back to normal, with no chance of pups, and no more bleeding.
Next... we were denied health insurance. Ever since Trav quit at Prosper, we have been insurance-less. Normally this wouldn't be a big deal, but I seem to always get the random sicknesses and have to go to the ER or be admitted to the hospital. For example: that random kidney infection I had, the ilias, c.diff, and more. SO Travis and I better not get sick or break any bones because if we do, we're in major trouble. We applied for health insurance but were denied last night. After waiting practically a month of hearing nothing, I knew the odds weren't in our favor. Travis can't get insurance through his new job because technically he's a contractor. (Did ya'll know he has a job with Ebay? He works in HR there and LOVES it). If he gets hired on permanently at Ebay, then insurance will start day ONE, and they won't ask us any stupid medical questions. We are praying sooo hard for that to happen. We won't know until the end of this year or early next year.
Lastly, I've been shedding lots of tears recently. Who knows why. (No people, I'm not pregnant!). I seem to be sensitive to lots of things lately, whether it be movies, comments, recent events, or just my feelings of inadequacy overwhelming me. I also really really really miss my sister. She has less than 3 months to go, but as it gets closer, I feel more anxious instead of excited. I'm scared that she'll judge me and think I'm a horrible person and never want to hang out with me.
I also am discouraged because we were supposed to fly with my parents to England to pick her up and now with our finances, that seems nearly impossible. We can't even afford a plane ticket for just one of us. :( I wanted so badly to support her and have her show us around her mission areas and introduce us to the people she's been in contact with. For me, it's really not about the sights to see. It's about the people, and supporting my sister. I pray daily for a sudden influx in money (I know, I shouldn't pray for that) or that we will be blessed financially for paying tithing. It's hard to be consistent in obedience, but recently President Monson said that "We don't have to have (xyz.. can't remember what he said.. fill in the blanks) to be obedient and keep the commandments." SO... instead of wishing I had x,y and z, I will continue to be obedient and keep my promises/covenants.
In spite of all these recent events and things going on, I'm surprisingly in good hopes. I have a lot of faith that everything will work out, and although I don't know how or when, I trust that God will take care of us. So while I may not be able to stop myself from crying, at least I can have a smile through the tears.
I figured I better update those out in cyber-world what's been going on with us lately.
We took the little Pepperoni to get spayed last week. When I dropped her off at the vet she was whining like crazy. When I picked her up, she didn't want to have anything to do with me, even though she was loopy and drugged up. She was maaaaad at me!! She went in heat (started her little period) last month and it drove me crazy! We couldn't leave her outside for long periods of time for fear of neighborhood horn-dogs jumping our fence and practically raping our little Pepper. The vet said we had to keep her inside the entire time. She bled for 3 weeks! (Ok girls, we thought a week was bad?! Poor doggies!) Anyway, she has a little incision on her tummy and within a day she was back to jumping and terrorizing us, like she always does. I was worried about her for a second though, because when she was loopy, it was so unlike her character. We're glad to have her back to normal, with no chance of pups, and no more bleeding.
Next... we were denied health insurance. Ever since Trav quit at Prosper, we have been insurance-less. Normally this wouldn't be a big deal, but I seem to always get the random sicknesses and have to go to the ER or be admitted to the hospital. For example: that random kidney infection I had, the ilias, c.diff, and more. SO Travis and I better not get sick or break any bones because if we do, we're in major trouble. We applied for health insurance but were denied last night. After waiting practically a month of hearing nothing, I knew the odds weren't in our favor. Travis can't get insurance through his new job because technically he's a contractor. (Did ya'll know he has a job with Ebay? He works in HR there and LOVES it). If he gets hired on permanently at Ebay, then insurance will start day ONE, and they won't ask us any stupid medical questions. We are praying sooo hard for that to happen. We won't know until the end of this year or early next year.
Lastly, I've been shedding lots of tears recently. Who knows why. (No people, I'm not pregnant!). I seem to be sensitive to lots of things lately, whether it be movies, comments, recent events, or just my feelings of inadequacy overwhelming me. I also really really really miss my sister. She has less than 3 months to go, but as it gets closer, I feel more anxious instead of excited. I'm scared that she'll judge me and think I'm a horrible person and never want to hang out with me.
I also am discouraged because we were supposed to fly with my parents to England to pick her up and now with our finances, that seems nearly impossible. We can't even afford a plane ticket for just one of us. :( I wanted so badly to support her and have her show us around her mission areas and introduce us to the people she's been in contact with. For me, it's really not about the sights to see. It's about the people, and supporting my sister. I pray daily for a sudden influx in money (I know, I shouldn't pray for that) or that we will be blessed financially for paying tithing. It's hard to be consistent in obedience, but recently President Monson said that "We don't have to have (xyz.. can't remember what he said.. fill in the blanks) to be obedient and keep the commandments." SO... instead of wishing I had x,y and z, I will continue to be obedient and keep my promises/covenants.
In spite of all these recent events and things going on, I'm surprisingly in good hopes. I have a lot of faith that everything will work out, and although I don't know how or when, I trust that God will take care of us. So while I may not be able to stop myself from crying, at least I can have a smile through the tears.
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