I am bored with myself. I used to scrapbook like a crazy person but it turns out I did it because I was a little bit crazy. I found that my need to do all the crafting was a way for me to escape my reality. Focus on the happiness of the past, forget the current misery.
Seriously, I learned how to "crochet" baby hats using the loom rings at a Relief Society event and could make 2 an hour and would go through yarn like nobody's business because I was completely in denial about my life. Speaking of, I have a bag full of them if anyone wants some baby hats this winter.
But what do I do now that I'm not miserable?
I'm attempting a few things. Forgive me for the half A-ed attempts but it's 1:37am. Again, I'm bored. I was fiddling around with Adobe Photo Elements and figured out a few things a little too late. Ah well. Next time will be better. And faster.
Alex's younger brother was married in the St. George temple to his lovey of a whole 9 months last weekend. We left Thursday an hour and a half later than we should have thanks to work and arrived just in time to help put the decorations up for the reception. LONG DAY.
The next morning his fabulous mom made everyone homemade doughnuts. Here is a short synopsis of this story:
Alex's great-grandparents made homemade doughnuts in the great depression to sell. They sold them for 30 cents if they were lucky. They woke up every morning around 3am to start making the doughnuts in their kitchen. Put them in the box attached to their bike in the summer and sled in the winter. That's how the family survived the depression. Doughnuts!
After everyone showered up and got beautiful we headed to the Temple. We arrived and my car wouldn't lock. Stupid electric car. I leave it unlocked and walk off to the rest of the wedding party. Who's going to break into a car parked right outside the temple?!
[Waiting for the bride and groom to come out]
[These are some of my favorites from the trip]Turns out my battery is dead. Like, gone to heaven. Not coming back. Brother-in-law Phil comes over to jump the car. Alex and I do a photo shoot because... well, the truth is I just look dang hot. That's all there is to it. Battery gets charged and it dies as soon as the car is on. We charge it again and Phil follows us to the nearest Toyota dealership.
The nicest of the 3 dirty mechanics hooks the car up to their computer while I go inside. It's over 90 degrees in the end of September. The weather down there is just mean.
I make the obligatory small talk with my new friend and notice a long print out spewing from the computer. "Uh oh, that's never a good sign" my new friend says.
The nicest of the 3 dirty mechanics hooks the car up to their computer while I go inside. It's over 90 degrees in the end of September. The weather down there is just mean.
I make the obligatory small talk with my new friend and notice a long print out spewing from the computer. "Uh oh, that's never a good sign" my new friend says.
**Side note 1 about a Prius: Battery. It's fabulous. Fabulously expensive. It works really well when it's new. Mine was 6 years old.
My new friend's friend comes in with the print out. "Oh wow" says my friend. "You don't have a charge."
I look up perplexed. I just drove over here and it showed I had 3/4 of my battery charged. Turns out my car is lying to me. *in a reprimanding tone* Bad Sprocket.
**Side note 2 about a Prius: Names. When I first drove it I felt like I was flying a space ship. It reminded me of the cartoon, The Jetsons. The Jetsons are a futuristic bunch. George works for Spacely's Sprockets. My car is named Sprocket. You have to name it something space oriented or futuristic. It's in the manual.
My new friend's friend comes in with the print out. "Oh wow" says my friend. "You don't have a charge."
I look up perplexed. I just drove over here and it showed I had 3/4 of my battery charged. Turns out my car is lying to me. *in a reprimanding tone* Bad Sprocket.
**Side note 2 about a Prius: Names. When I first drove it I felt like I was flying a space ship. It reminded me of the cartoon, The Jetsons. The Jetsons are a futuristic bunch. George works for Spacely's Sprockets. My car is named Sprocket. You have to name it something space oriented or futuristic. It's in the manual.
Get this. A new Prius battery in all its glory hold 274 giga-watts of power [if you'll remember, a bolt of lightning is 1.21 giga-watts... so there you go]. Mine was holding a mere 7. SE7EN. That's it! Poor little Sprocket! A quick zip of my AmEx card and 30 minutes of waiting in the air-conditioned dealership and we're on the road to the reception.
As we drove away, we said a thank-you prayer. Thank you not letting this issue happen the day before when we were late and driving in the dark. Thank you for helping the car make it through Fillmore and Beaver. Thank you to Phil for jumping the car. Thank you to my dad for helping me jump my car earlier in the year when I left a light on all night so I knew HOW to jump my weird car. Thank you to the Toyota Dealership in St. George who had a ridiculous Prius battery in stock. And thank you for air conditioning.
[At the reception...at the church. So many things to say but I will refrain]We stayed with Grandma and Grandpa Merrill, who have had their own bedrooms for 30+ years. Each with their own lonely twin bed. I gasped.
ANYWAY... their neighbor had the best yard ornaments I had seen in my entire life. We drove by at night and I made Alex promise to take me back the next morning before we left.
What a treasure trove!
[The fabulousness that is St. George lawn ornamentation]The day after the wedding we drove back to Bountiful via a scenic route through Cedar Breaks. When Alex was little he called Cedar City "Cedar Cedar City". Isn't that the cutest? Looking back he wonders why no one corrected him. 'Son, it's just one Cedar' would have been too easy I guess.
It was a glorious trip. Lots of laughing and talking and singing together. It was so nice to be with Alex all day Friday and Saturday.
Ok time for bed. It's now 2:06.
4 comments:
I love your adventures! I was saying to Ryan the other day how much I missed talking to you on a daily basis and I was about to txt it to you (we were in a movie theater waiting for the movie to start - Easy A is hilarious) but then I realized I didn't have my phone.
I seriously miss you! I need to come visit again and just hang out with you for a full day or two.
Oh, love it. I laughed so hard when you commented about the reception. I could only image the funny things you would say. I love the lawn art. The metal eagle is awesome. Sorry to hear about your car, Sprocket. But it is good to hear that you are so happy.
i love St. George. my grandma lives there. on the ridge with the big "D" on it, just down from the big "D" . . . before they started building houses higher up on the ridge behind her house, we used to hike up to the "D" and to the top of the plateau. pretty rad.
also my great-grampa helped to quarry the stone that was used to build the St. George temple. so that's pretty awesome also. and it's the first temple that John & I did a session in after getting married, because we stopped in St. George on our honeymoon drive from CA to MO.
stinky about the prius battery, but glad to hear that sprocket is feeling better, even if the "hospital" bill was expensive :)
Oh my goodness. Your blogs are always so freaking hilarious. I love how you can't go on a trip without having some sort of adventure :) I'm glad Sprocket is doing better, and I love that name :) And you and Alex are so cute together!
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