Friday, April 30, 2010

It's a mystery

Alas, I am back in Arizona.  It's good to see Michael after two weeks apart, but I sure did have fun with my family and friends in Virginia.

Anyhoo.... what happens when you leave the boy home alone for 2+ weeks?

Two things.

1.  I came home to find this:

the faucet in the kitchen

Nice gaping hole, don't you think?

 Ew.  Just ew.

I believe our conversation went something like this:
Me:  "Uh... what happened to the faucet?  Why is it all crooked and out of whack?"
Michael:  "I don't know."
Me:  "Where did that gaping hole come from?"
Michael:  "I don't know.  It just happened."

Mmmm hmmmm.

OK then, we'll just chalk this one up to one of life's mysteries.  Not that I'm complaining one little bit.  That faucet is disgusting -- all calcified and corroded.  And it's not my problem.  Ah, one of the upsides of renting.


2.  There is no food in the house. 

None.  Fridge empty.  Cupboards bare.  (OK, so I am being slightly dramatic here, but you get the idea.)

Today I set out to solve that problem, since, unlike the kitchen faucet, that one is my problem.  I headed out to my favorite little fruit and vegetable market in Mesa and this is what I brought home:


Why do I even feel the need to mention this place?  Aside from being totally awesome, it's also pretty dang cheap.  This is what I got today:

3 cartons strawberries
1 carton blackberries
1 carton blueberries
2 limes
3 avocadoes
4 baking potatoes
2 fresh ears of corn
2 cucumbers
bunch of celery hearts
bag of baby carrots
3 Pink Lady apples
1 head of Romaine lettuce
1 head of red leaf lettuce

All for a whopping $10.93.  That's it.  $10.93.

I think that's the most I've ever spent there, too.  I usually come out having spent only $7 or $8.

Right after that I went to the regular grocery store where they were selling the same size cartons of strawberries and blueberries for 2 for $5.


I'm such a nerd.  But then, if you are reading this you already knew that.


I'm lucky that that's all I came home to find.  Michael even switched sides of the closet with me.  (Why he was using the bigger side I'll never know).   He moved and organized(!!) everything himself while I was gone.  What a guy! :)

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Let's get one thing straight

Gasp.

My loyalties have been questioned.  My faith has been challenged.

It has come to my attention that some may question where I really stand, given my teeny little obsession with the color red.

Let's put those shameful rumors to rest forever.

Despite my love of red.
Despite the fact that it's been 12 years since I received my degree.
Despite my graduate degree from an uppity, over priced, liberal east coast school.
Despite the constant taunting from my husband and family.
Despite being the ONLY ONE in my entire family.

I did.
I do.
I will forever
without a doubt
10000%
BLEED BLUE

Come on.

I know every single word to this song.  I'll gladly sing it for you if you want.

I did work here for five years after I graduated.  Still consider it my best job ever.  Best coworkers ever.

I'm proud to say that I wore blue to every single sporting event I ever attended during my nine years in Provo.  And if you know me, that's a lot.
Even now, once a week or so, I can be found sporting a BYU t-shirt or socks or something.


Just because I love accessorizing in red, it in no way changes the very fiber of my being.

Loyal, strong, and true I will forever be.


I rest my case.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Red

I've been in Virginia for the last two weeks visiting my family and pretty much just hanging out.  The other day I was sitting on the bed in my old bedroom and had to laugh... I was surrounded by things I had brought with me from Arizona that all had a common theme: the color red.  Behold the items:

Let's see... I spy a red laptop, a red purse, red shoes, a red watch, red toes, a red hoodie, a red brush, and a red Wegmans bag.  That's some serious red business traveling all the way across the country from Arizona.

I'm addicted to red.  I have a red problem.

I decided to peruse the files on my computer to see if there was further evidence of my red addiction.

I think I may need professional help.  Take a look:
 We own two red cars.  Yes, TWO!  Maybe Michael has a red addiction, too?

Ooh!  Red glasses and the red hoodie in one picture.  Bonus score! 

I'm sure there are loads more things in Arizona that I don't have pictures of.

As a farewell to my red obsession, let's see how many pictures I can find where I'm wearing my most beloved red hoodie.


Sunday, April 25, 2010

Dee-Dee

This is a picture of me holding my sister Shannon when she was just a wee little lass. (Don't you just looooove the wallpaper in the background??)  For some reason, all those years ago, she never could quite pronounce my name correctly.  Shellie.  Shelllllllleeeeeeeeeeeee.  It's not that hard is it?  Apparently so, because it came out of her mouth as Dee-Dee.

I've been Dee-Dee to her ever since. Shannon never calls me by my real name.  If she does, it just sounds wrong to both of us.  I guess over time it's sort of  become a family nickname.  Every once in a while someone else will call me Dee-Dee, too, usually my Mom. 

Eh.  No biggie, I guess.  She's the only one who really calls me that.

Wrong.


Enter Devin, Shannon's husband.  I was living in Utah when they met, became friends, dated, and got engaged.  (It was over a four year period, more or less).  Of course she'd tell him about her sister in Utah named Dee-Dee...er... Shellie.  It makes sense that he'd think of me as Dee-Dee, right?  He's pretty good about calling me Shellie when he's talking to me directly, but refers to me as Dee-Dee when she's around. 

Shannon calls me Dee-Dee all of the time, Devin about 50% of the time.  Again, no biggie.

Enter Reagan, Shannon and Devin's daughter.  She's 19 months old and developing quite a vocabulary.  Reagan and I got acquainted for the first time last week.  (She was born a month before I packed up and moved to Arizona).

Looks like I'll be Aunt Dee-Dee now. 

I suppose I'll just have to get over it.....

I mean, seriously, how can I not love hearing "Hi, Dee-Dee!" from this little face? 


Aunt Dee-Dee it is.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010