Everyday Emily

Sail away, spend the day.

2009-08-05T15:39:00.000-07:00

In an effort to one day,make some man a great and financial friendly wife I have been working on a budget with my father. Last Friday Rich and I had set up a budget review at his office. Instead of doing that, we went to Lagoon (my mother also got to join in on the fun) and it was AWESOME.

Yes, I am 25 and yes, Lagoon IS what fun is.

2009-07-03T15:28:00.000-07:00

This sister (http://irionfamilytaketwo.blogspot.com/) publicly reprimanded my lacking in the blogging department. I guess summer makes me lazy, but I've noticed that many of the blogs I stalk have also been blog neglected, must be the heat. There's been a lot going on in my life lately. I graduated. Yes, from University. I have a degree and this is great, but this is not what I want to type about today. What I want to blog discuss is things I currently hate/am very angry towards.
1. I recently became a devoted "Veronica Mars" fan ("Veronica Mars" as in the hit UPN show that ran from '04 to '07). Mid way through the first season I on numerous occasions proclaimed it "even WAY better than "Felicity". I loved it, then the third season came and went with no structure and no ending. The series just ended, but without an ending. It is so annoying and anyone that has watched the show will know how I feel. If you haven't watched it, go to your local library and watch until season three starts, don't bother it'll just break your heart.
2. I wear a size 4.5 shoe, but occasionally I can manage a 5. This past week I went to bargain shoe store DSW. Guess what size is not even in the store, not one pair? Size 5. No size 5's. Obviously I felt it was my duty to express my unhappiness to the girl working the cashier table. She tells me they always get one size 5 in of every shoe, but "they sell out the day they come in." So if somethings sells out the day they come in, why would you not be interested in selling more than one? I hope DSW goes bankrupt, they'd deserve it.
3. There's a new talk show on MTV and playing on VH1 called "It's On With Alexa Chung". Alexa Chung is terrible at her job. Every time I watch it (only thing on during my lunch break) I can't help but know that I would be way better at hosting a talk show. This makes me loathe her. If only I had a British accent.

Old Mrs. Hubbard

2009-05-28T13:47:00.000-07:00

Since I turned 25 on May 26th, I have been called "ma'am" on four separate occasions. I hate that.

Home Again

2009-05-12T16:14:00.000-07:00

After successfully filling 3 of my cavities and having one root canal my family and I went to Virginia to see my brother and his wife(Virginia was almost as fun as being on laughing gas in front of your co-workers). Remember how I got a camera for Christmas? Remember how I've just learned how to download pictures on to my computer? I'm so 2000 and late. I like to write, but I also really like seeing pictures on peoples blogs so I decided to put pictures on my blog, I love fitting in. So here is our trip to the East.

I didn't take that many pictures. I have actually only taken 97 pictures since Christmas. I need to try harder. Plus Virginia is really humid, so we all look really gross. Especially my bangs.

Fear

2009-04-27T15:27:00.000-07:00

Fact: I am a complete hypocrite. I have been working in the dental world for about nine months now. Everyday I sit on my high assistant chair and literally look down upon our patients and judge anyone who comes in to get work. Some days I judge harsher than others. "Eww, four fillings? Is she homeless?" "Oh, really you hate coming to the dentist office? Haven't heard that before." Occasionally there are days where I am put in charge of the cleanings of young ones under the age of twelve. Also occasionally one of my little patients will get a last lecture about the importance of oral hygiene. This all changed when I, finally after almost a year of working at Highland Park Dental, had my first hygiene appointment. Kind of my first hygiene appointment in about four years. After I got scheduled for two 1 hour appointments, because my teeth were so dirty the normal 1 hour appointment was not long enough, the dentist/my boss gave me terrible news. I have eleven cavities. 11. I am humiliated. It was all I could do to come into work the next day. So while my experience here at the dental office may have taught me just how exactly a root canal is performed I guess I missed the very basic lesson on brushing and flossing my teeth. Obviously I have to assume this is karma.

My Sundown

2009-04-07T17:18:00.000-07:00

Early morning work day means early afternoon off. Very nice day out; sunny and bright. I want to enjoy the warm weather, but do something worthwhile.
Goal: Put on sun dress and dance/walk the mile and half to the grocery store.
Result: Put on sun dress and dance/walk the mile and half to the grocery store.

Goal: Pick up some necessities, mind my own business, and walk/dance my way home.
Result: Walk around grocery store, pick up cough drops and chili cheese Frito's. While minding my own business be approached by creepiest man/child alive (actually only calling this guy creepy is like saying Kim Jong-Il is just a little misunderstood). Creepy man/child is wearing skinny jeans in my dream target weight size, a keffiyeh, a bright colored shirt, and has dyed black, hot ironed straightened hair. He followed me around the grocery store for several aisles before he approaches me. He wastes my time for about ten minutes. I somehow find out he's in a transition from an Ecstasy induced lifestyle into a drug free one, no I did not ask, he told me. Does this dude not understand that I am not interested in talking and all I want to do is compare the size of two green onion cheese balls?

Overall Goal: Get home safely.
Overall Result: Somehow gave grocery store stalker my real number. Good move, Emily. Good move.

I would just like to put it out into the universe that if you are currently rehabbing, on parole, or jonesing for any illegal substance then steer clear of this little girl.

After All

2009-03-25T18:12:00.000-07:00

Recently I returned from California for a quick Spring Break celebration in Disneyland (Yes, I just went in September, so sue me.) with parts of my family. Rich, Deb, sister Katie, Baby Grace and I packed up Rich's totally butch truck and made the long drive. Disneyland was eye opening in many ways like it has never been before. In my normal life I like to flatter myself into thinking I am an average looking female, but in Disneyland I am like WAY above average on the pretty scale. This isn't because I actually look more attractive with Splash Mountain soaked clothing and stringy hair, it's because there are a lot of unattractive people in this small world. Once you put me in a theme park with average Americans I am the Goddess of Beauty.
It.

Was.

Glorious.

I say these bold comments with all confidence in the world and I thought these same comments the entire vacation. I thought all these things while wearing this:

Yes, those are Minnie Mouse ankle socks, actually I'd actually prefer if we referred to them as "bobby socks" then I sound retro not lame.

Near and far.

2009-03-13T18:52:00.000-07:00

I am in a serious abusive relationship, luckily it isn't currently with a person. It's with text messaging. I love certain things about the text messaging. I hate so many more things about it. One of the best days of my life was the day I discovered google text ( I can get weather info at anytime!). That day only to be topped by the day I was introduced to Cha-Cha. Text messaging is so convenient. It makes staying in touch easier. Sometimes I think I am even way funnier on text message, but then there are other times when I don't translate at all over text. Texting goes like this for me. 1)Think of a response to the question/statement sent. 2)Try and be funny. 3) Write text. 4) Read text out loud. 5) Send text. I would guess that maybe once a week a sixth step of also getting approval of text message from a friend before sending is also added. Unfortunately there are too many times I send my text without properly thinking. Sometimes the message doesn't translate to funny, I'm pretty sure it just sounds abrasive. Oh and I always get much too bold over text. This is a true story; I had a decent sized crush on a boy who would occasionally take me to dinner. Anyway, over time I found out he had a on again/off again girlfriend, thus making it impossible for him to fall in love with me. One night, fairly late I decided to send him this text message, "I know you love your girlfriend, or whatever, but I know you would have more fun with me." WHA-WHAT? Why would I do that? I'll tell why, because I could. I could easily send him a message making such a bold statement because it was over text. I can do anything over text, I'm invincible. Well, invincible for a very brief amount of time, then I go down in flames. It is usually a 6 to 7 minute time span before I realize what I just did. I always regret it. It takes several hours and many friends to talk me out of the texting shame. Text messaging has ruined my life, several times over, but that doesn't stop me from loving it.

Sasha Fierce.

2009-02-27T17:56:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I a made a lot of bad decisions. The biggest bad decision I made was cutting my own bangs. When I said biggest bad decision I meant, I made a seriously terrible mistake. I mistake I will be paying for at least a period of two weeks. I hate myself.
Bangs-1 Emily-0

Oh Chad Kroeger.

2009-01-30T10:49:00.000-08:00

This week I was catching up with sister. Sister and I stick to three solid catching up topics; her babies, my school, pop culture. Not only did sister tell me baby Grace loves Beyonce she then made the following statement, "Oh I love that new Nickelback ballad. Everytime I hear it I think of you." The song she is referring to is Nickelbacks newest "hit" "Gotta Be Somebody". I can't decide which is worse, that sister admitted to liking any Nickleback song or that anyone associates my life to a song Chad Kroeger wrote.

Where have I been?

2009-01-16T20:54:00.001-08:00

I've been lost, but now I am found. First I got lost in the Christmas spirit. I spent all day, everyday with my family and I loved it. I liked being lost there. I'd be lost in family time all the time if I had my way. I was then on my way to coming back to the land of the living, but of course Warrick from CSI had to die, so I needed some Emily time to regroup. And then the mother of all consuming events happened. This was bigger than TV death, this was even bigger than family time. We're talking school time. Yes, I'm still getting my bachelors, but this is my final semester and my final class. FINAL as in last class. Well it will be my last class if I manage to pass it. Final class is the hardest class of my life. Harder than Spanish. Harder than my History of Rock and Roll class. And way harder than my Modern Day Poets: Bob Dylan class. It's my senior thesis and by the time this paper is due I will either be very happy or in the same place sweet Warrick is now. My good friend, Andrew Fish, took this same class last year and offered me one piece of advice "Do not start a new paper. Use one you've already written and make it better." Being the fool I am, I did not heed this advice. I've started a new paper and it is rough. First draft is due Feb. 9th. Team, I've got to pass this paper. All my sleepless nights are consumed with thoughts on making this paper passable. All my work hours are filled with thoughts of what an idiot I am for starting this paper all over. Basically all I think about all the time is this senior paper. So yes VH1 your new show "Tool Academy" looks hilarious, but it'll be reruns for the two of us. Sorry Whitney, but I will not be visiting "The City" within the next month. But attention any books/articles/thoughts on the Northern Cheyenne 1878 Long Walk, we've got some serious hours to clock in together.

2008 Gonna Be Great??

2008-12-16T19:32:00.000-08:00

When I'm not watching TV, I'm thinking. Deep thoughts. What I've been thinking recently was around this time last year everyone was into the catch phrase "2008 is going to be great". Yes, EVERYONE was saying it. While my love for rhyming is only second to my love of alliteration, I really like rhyming that's accurate. And lets all be honest, 2008 not that great. No, I'm not talking 2008 not great just on a personal Emily level, it wasn't that great on a world level (hello, recession). Now I don't think it was because 2008 was so awful I think it's more that we all had our expectations way too high (great, we wanted great). Some people may call me "negative" or a "pessimist" for this kind of attitude, but I prefer to say I'm just keeping it real or that I am even realistically optimistic. I wanted 2008 to actually be great, but that was never going to happen. 12 months is a long time. There were some great months, there were some bad ones. 2008 was an average year, like should have been expected, and people there is nothing wrong with average. Average is steady, it's reliable. I like average. Plus when you expect average when you get anything better it's an added bonus. Let me give you an example.
I've always tried to be an average student. Unfortunately for my average goal in Jr. High I was a way below average student. Like way below, I may of may not have had a 2.0 average going into 8th grade. As a student of a younger age my parents would financially reward grades (awesome). For my siblings they had to make the honor roll, for me I had to get a C (double awesome). Once I got to the average stage my parents were happy, I was happy, everyone was happy. Average was awesome. Eventually my grades got better, sometimes even above average and that was just extra exciting, but never expected.
Expectations add pressure. I don't work well under pressure. Apparently 2008 doesn't work well under pressure either. I don't blame it. When you start with great you are bound to fail. Luckily for me nine coincidentally rhymes with fine. So, 2009 probably going to be fine and if that doesn't work out 2010 is coming around the bend (boo yeah). Go ahead and think I'm negative about 2008, but I'm just keeping it real, that's how I roll.

Working all the live long day.

2008-12-14T20:09:00.000-08:00

After a hard work week of tricking kids into good oral hygiene I decided to take Saturday off. Completely off, like I was in my PJ's until 6 PM. Naturally I used this time wisely to catch up on some VH1 (for the record, I do not believe that Brett Micheals will EVER find love on a tour bus. If he couldn't find it in a mansion or make it work with "the Frenchie" he should be alone forever). What really intrigued me was this "The Pick Up Artist 2" (A reality show where 3 "mentors" try to turn good guys into smooth operators. Smooth operators who can pick up chicks. Each week one good guy is kicked off the show for his lack of "skills".) marathon. I couldn't decide which of the following three things offended me the most about this reality show.
1. The shows main man, "Mystery". Ok, not so much "Mystery" the man, but for sure "Mystery's" wardrobe. Like I am supposed to believe that a guy who wears top hats and floor length coats trimmed in fur knows anything about "picking up" chicks? Plus "Mystery" is Canadian.
2. "Mystery" actually does know how to pick up chicks! So many episodes "Mystery" and his side kick "Matador" give the contestants advice that really works. While the pick up artist experts are outlining the game plan for the fellas I start out skeptical. "Yeah right that would work" to only be thinking ashamedly two minutes later "I totally would fall for that" or "I have fallen for that".
3. "Mystery" has a whole pick up girls language. He has a lingo that you HAVE to know if you want to be a real pick up artist. I guess the new lingo is where the actual art of the pick up happens. Here are a couple of my favourite pick up definitions.
Gambit=Conversation Starter
Niquito=Chick Magnet
Thread=Line of Conversation
Here's an example on how to use all three "Ok, Niquito tell a gambit and after a minute check the thread. If the story isn't working with this babe we'll bounce".
While I will admit "Mystery" was able to turn some of these zeros into real hero's I just can't put my full heart into backing this particular reality show, but good try VH1.

Times like these.

2008-11-11T22:26:00.000-08:00

When I was in elementary school I found great pride in being one of the best readers in my class. Yes, READER. Some kids dominated on the hopscotch courts or the teather ball poles and their time to shine came every recess, well mine came those magical reading days. A whole afternoon of forced quiet time, treats, blankets, and books. Pure heaven. As the years have gone on I've been able to take pride in my ability to speed read. I mean I can read fast, real fast. I read "Twilight" in like 7 hours time. I'm just REAL good at speed reading. For the last several months I have wanted nothing more than to speed read this particular chapter in my life book, BUT here's the thing I've learned about life, it's hard. It is always hard and difficult and there is never a speed reading option through these times. Luckily something else I found about life is there can be so much good during those difficult chapters.
I'd like to believe that this one trying chapter in my life is finally finished and I am already in the process of having a new direction in my life. More importantly I can at last look back on my hard time and see the good. I now have a job that I find interesting and entertaining. A job that six months ago was never an option for me. I'm living with my Rich and Deb again, a situation that I honestly never thought I'd be in again. Even though I know we drive each other crazy some days, I could never say enough how happy I am for this chance. These two are great roomies, and it's not just because my Deb will buy me anything I want out of the freezer section or because my Rich puts gas in my car. I've had the chance to become reacquainted with many good friends I had lost touch with. I felt a great outpouring of love from all my family members.
I had the chance in life to find out what really matters to me and refocus on who I want to become. I know this only happened to me because I had to completely read the chapter, I couldn't skip ahead I had to get through. I could not thank every supportive person in my life enough for helping me find the good.
Listen guys, life is going to be OK. No, life is going to be great. From now on I promise to keep thoughts like these strictly to my diary. Come back and I assure you next blog will be kept to a nice superficial, fun level (maybe we'll even talk "Ugly Betty", LOVE IT).

Oh you.

2008-11-06T15:21:00.000-08:00

Dear Felicity season 3-
I ordered you from the Murray Library months ago, but it felt like years before I finally got the call that you had made it. Season 1 and 2 were great friends during the empty summer months so of course I had my hopes high. The excitement of you arriving got me through school and work. With anticipations high I put disk one it, ok new theme song, this isn't working for me. New theme song? Really? It just repeats the same words over and over. Where is the humming? I miss the da, da, da's. I think I hate this theme song. Actually I know I do, but I'm going to let it go and try to get my excitement back to an all time high. First episode wasn't a let down, although Felicity seems a little more whiny and whimsical, but I can get over this. We can get over this. Our relationship can move forward, we just have to try. Ok, Ben's alcoholic dad (John Ritters) just came on and he is good. Oh, but I hate this format of Sean constantly filming. I HATE IT. Ok, but Meghan is prettier and more likable this season. Is it enough though?? Can we work through this. I don't know. I never thought I'd say this, but we may need to break up mid-season. It's you not me and I'm willing to give you one more disk to pull it together.

Recap

2008-10-25T13:32:00.000-07:00

Alright people it's time to get serious. Mcmonopoly is almost over and I'm still not a millionaire, I'm not even a thousandaire yet! This isn't your fault, you've all tried to help. After chatting with the Captain I finally have a run down of what we NEED. Here it is. Let's all hope one of you has one of these pieces. Fingers crossed.
Golden Ave.
Boardwalk (The ever elusive Boardwalk. My entire family desperately tried for this piece one year while we played in New York, we never got it.)
Pennsylvania
Tennessee
Virginia
Vermont
Mediterranean
Short Line Rail Road
Water Works

Let's do this team. Let's do it for America. Let's do it for the economy. Let's do it for me.

Baby Talk.

2008-10-15T17:14:00.001-07:00

I have a new co-worker. She helps me with all my jobs and never complains about taking the trash out. Luckily she and I get along great, she has already declared us BFF's. She may or may not be five years old. She may or may not be my bosses daughter who comes to the office after her early morning kindergarten (which she hates, but she may need that french she's learning one day). While she may or may not be a lot of things, what she defiantly is, is wise beyond her years. A and I had a rocky start, she's a little shy, but eventually my warm smiles paid off and she started talking to me. Then this little incident happened in the lunch room.
A: Emily do you have a boyfriend?
E: No.
A: Why? I do. I have a boyfriend and he's a year older than me. I kissed my sisters boyfriend. We were playing "High School Musical" and he was Troy.

A then got a serious lecture from me about boyfriends coming and going, but sisters staying forever and how the Disney Channel was no longer an example of high morals (thanks a lot Miley). A also then seriously told her mom they needed to find me a boyfriend. You're nobody in A's world unless you're somebody with a boyfriend.

Fortunately A gave me (a complete boyfriend less loser) another chance and our friendship continued to grow. One day, because of my quest to win the McMonopoly, A and I were driving to the golden arches. On the way there she started singing a Columbus song (Columbus Day was quickly approaching and apparently her kindergarten had taught her this Columbus boat song) naturally I felt obligated to tell A the truth about Columbus. Then this happened.
A: What's a murderer? How do you even know this?
E: Because I'm the smartest person you know.
A: No you're not, you don't even have a boyfriend!
E: A, I could get a boyfriend.
A: No you couldn't.
E: Yeah, yeah I could if I wanted.
A: Ok, well if you get a boyfriend he should go to your school. He should be cute and if he's rich he could buy you a pony and you could name it Rainbow.

This logic all made sense to me, I would love to name a pony Rainbow. A may or may not be on to something. So while she may not know the definition of genocide (but she did think it sounds "stupid") she may or may not have all the solutions to life. Get a boyfriend. Get a boyfriend who can buy you a pony, sounds good to me.

New friends. Old friends. All friends.

2008-10-07T14:54:00.000-07:00

I've been a very neglectful blogger. I have things to say, but lately I just can't find the time to say them here. That's all about to change though. I promise to give my baby blog the attention any newborn would receive. This is a promise I intend to keep. Now that I'm back to regular blogging there are many things to talk about. I could tell you all about my trip to Disneyland (it was awesome) or how much I hate it when a patient uses the big suction as a personal suction (it makes my job difficult), but why I'm writing today is because I need a favour. As some of you may or may not know today is the official start of McDonald's monopoly game. What fewer of you probably know is that I play this game religiously anytime we are lucky enough to have it roll around. Well how does my future obesity and empty wallet concern you? I have a deep in my gut feeling that 2008 is my time to win a big prize, no a HUGE prize. I've been giving the golden arches my money for so long, I've basically earned this. I can't do it alone (I actually haven't been technically doing it alone any year. You see, I have this friend "The Captain", he works on a "crew" who eat daily at McDonalds during game time and every year the two of us combine pieces), I need your pieces. I figure if I can cover the greater parts of the USA I have a real, real chance at winning. And honestly you are more than likely going to throw your pieces out. If my happiness isn't enough of a reason for you to want to give me your game pieces I've compiled a short list to try and convince you:
1. I'd be really, really happy.
2. This is a service opportunity for you. Serving others makes you happy.
3. You'll be receiving many good karma points which one day you can cash in.
4. I don't plan on saving any of my money. I plan on spending all of it, thus putting it right back into the economy and helping to pull this country out of it's recession one pair of shoes at a time.
5. When I win big I'll throw some money your way and/or donate to your favourite charity.

So maybe your my big sister who wants to treat her sweet little daughter to a treat, maybe you remember they have delicious treats at McDonald's. Maybe you're my cousin who lives in Texas with her husband. Maybe you realize that I know no one else in Texas and you're my only hope from pieces from the largest state in the union. Maybe you're my dear friend who moved to CO with her husband and now you can finally realize one positive reason to being in a different state than me. Maybe you're a friend from college who is driving through a few states for a quick trip or to attend a wedding somewhere. Maybe you're an old roommate who lives on the East coast and you love Diet Coke anyway and you realize that McDonald's has the best mix of syrup to carbonation around. Maybe you're just someone who enjoys "lovin' it" daily.
In the end you could be anyone as long as you give me your game pieces you're somebody helping to bring a lifelong dream into realization.

So let me know what pieces you want to donate. You can comment here. Or email me. I'll even send you a self addressed and stamped envelope to any location you may be in. I know I have a lot of funny ideas, but this is for very real. Help me out! 2008 is my year to win, but only with your help!

I'm short, but I am happy.

2008-08-30T21:17:00.000-07:00

End of summer. Sad time of the year. Possibly the saddest time of any year for me. End of summer is worse than December 26th in this girls opinion. In an effort to benefit more from this day instead of the typical bad attitude I thought I'd make a retrospective list of summer lessons learned.

* Hula hooping is in all seriousness a great workout (and fun I should add). Impossible to believe? Come check out my calf's. Seriously my calf's are looking awesome.
* Ace the Base is a good band. I know it's a good joke band, one of the best joke bands perhaps, but they also have some terrific back beats. "Don't Turn Around" has been my entire lunch break for the last few weeks and it would be impossible for me to be happier about it.
* End of summer means beginning of fall and that means Hutchison family Disneyland trip! I dream about the churro's and popcorn. This trip involves baby Grace and while I have some hesitations about sharing in the ride time, I think it should be a lot of fun to have a legitimate reason to be in Fantasyland (other than 8 adults going to Peter Pan solely for my 28 year old sisters desires).
* Living vicariously through "Felicity" is completely healthy. If I can't have JJ Abrams write the story of my life at least for an 42 minutes at a time i can sneak into his favorite heroines world. The Murray Library already has my request for season 3. Hopefully this can come through soon because I need/want more Scott Speedman. Like now.
* Having a job sounds awful, but it is actually fun, fun, fun. At first I hated punching in and out, but now I joy from it. I really, seriously love my job. I can even answer the phones now.

End of summer is a sad time, but fall can be nice, I like wearing a nice lightweight jacket as much as the next person.

Proof I Still Exist.

2008-07-29T17:19:00.000-07:00

Summer of Emily is in full force people, so either jump on or get out of the way. I thought the Summer of Emily circa '06 was going to be the peak of the overcoming fears. That was the summer my good friend Tom Swapp decided that something needed to be done about my "ridiculous" Emu fear and found a strange, little farm off the freeway in Orem, UT that had emus. One hot day we hiked in over the railroad tracks and got close and personal with the emus (and the buffalo who also lived there), afterwards he was so proud of me he bought me a snow cone. He's a heck of a human. '06 was also the summer I visited a construction site and climbed the ladder, it was a huge summer, but '08 is making bigger strides. Not only has Summer of Emily '08 brought many a spider killed by me (Ok, maybe by many I mean probably about four, but that's four more than I was killing in the Winter of Emily.), but it has brought the biggest fear leap to date.
I got a job (thanks to Bree, who is definitely cooler than "Felicity" on DVD). While this is a big deal in itself (First real job I've had in three and a half years, I have an appointed lunch break, and I even have to clock in!) what makes it Summer of Emily material is the fact that this job happens to be in a dentist office as a dental assistant. As all of you should know (because I blogged about it already) I had a terrifying experience with my dentist 7 years ago, such a terrifying experience that I have a legitimate reason for fearing dental appointments. Now I work for one, and kind of love it, but also sometimes it makes me want to throw up. I get to touch all those things you want to touch in the office, but are afraid you'll get caught doing. I get to push the buttons on the chair, I know the reasons the instruments smell weird, and today I even made an temporary crown. So while this job may not last forever (I sometimes wonder if I'm too much of a free spirit to be tied down by "the man" and I have some serious day dreams about working at the zoo.) the fear is conquered and no one can take that ways from me. In your face Summer of Emily '06.

Peter Peeves

2008-07-18T18:11:00.000-07:00

In my short 24 years I'm afraid that I have developed quiet a number of pet peeves. I've really been trying to cut back on the annoyances I feel over little things, and I can get over forgetting to use your blinker, I try and ignore the fact that you just used "at" to end your sentences, and I will even stop clearing off the extra seconds left on the microwave, but I can never, ever get over the public restroom intruder.
Using a public restroom is obviously never nearly as comfortable as a private bathroom break, but when forced to use the public restroom I still like trying to have some space. This is why when fate allows I take a middle stall surrounded by empty stalls. Often times this requires me to walk the length of the restroom, but it's worth it. This is where the dreaded intruder comes in. No matter how many empty stalls are in a bathroom this jokster has to pick the stall directly next to mine. This bothers me to no end in fact I would say it drives me crazy. It happened last week at Target and today at the movie theater. The restroom intruder totally brought down my post Dark Knight high. I'm going to try to get over this unnecessary peeve, but until then I will at least just try and make it my only peeve.

PS The good news is, my friend Traci at the library tells me they can special order Felicity season 2. Apparently special ordering isn't that big deal for the Murray Library, they ordered in Daft Punk DVD's just on the recommendation of one patron, I feel that many would benefit from more Felicity.

Big news. No, huge news.

2008-07-11T14:00:00.000-07:00

This is the biggest thing to happen to me since Summer finally gave Seth the time of day and their magical romance began. My Rich and Deb are FINALLY home, and all the Hutchisons could not be happier. After three (very long, Emily's opinion solely) years in Argentina Rich and Deb have come back to the land of hamburgers and inches. I personally could not have received parents at a better time. While joy is at an all time high, we still have some details to iron out.

Background: I currently do not have a job, school, or any real obligations.

Question: Is there any reason I should have to be up before 10AM under these conditions?

Emily's Answer: No, there is NO reason I should be up earlier than 10.

Rich's Answer: Yes, companionship study and there is no reason a to sleep in later than 9, plus only Satan sleeps in that late.

So there are so things to work out. Another thing to work out, Rich trying to set me up on dates with EVERYONE. Rich has a goal of 30 referrals for dates by Sunday. He's in mission mode still and I am suffering the consequences. He asked the checker at Costco if he was single and looking. If it wouldn't have been so funny, it would have been humiliating. I'm sure there will be many more of these experiences so I'll keep you posted.

Side Note- If anyone knows where I can get my hands on a copy of Felicity season 2 I would be forever indebted. If I don't find out soon if Felicity went to Berlin with Noel or across the country with Ben, I am going to lose my mind.

Alright Already.

2008-06-23T15:17:00.001-07:00

Summer is the season of love. Even if you wanted to ignore this fact, it'd be impossible. Anxiously awaiting the American re arrival of Rich and Deb doesn't take up that much time. School is over, so that is no longer occupying any time, this leave Emily with a lot of free time. Usually I like to kill some of this free time with my old friend TV, but no longer. TV and I are not on the best of terms. I sat through the 24/7 coverage of Anna Nicole Smiths death, I gritted my teeth and smiled through Lifetime Networks reality flop "Yo Momma Don't Dance", I guess what I'm saying is I've been there through thick and thin and now I'm let down. What did TV do to lose such loyalty? It has become fully and completely taken over by wedding mania. Every time I flip my old friend on it's shoving martial bliss back in my face. Ok, ok Target I get it, the happiest of couples register there. Alright David's Bridal, you have wedding dresses for $99.00 you're right that is a good deal. Really Style Network? Another marathon of "Married Away"? Call me a cynic, call me bitter, call me angry but I am over wedding season. Until TV programmers are also over summer of '08 aka wedding season of the year, I'm only watching The Food Network and/or TV on DVD.

Truth be told.

2008-06-23T15:17:00.000-07:00

Ok, ok when I said sleep and watch Gossip Girl, I meant sleep and rent all episodes of the first season of The OC, thank you Murray Library. BEST DECISION I have EVER made (yes, it's all caps good). I got chills when I started the first disk and the sweet sound of Phantom Planet came on. The OC has been one of the only steadfast in my life since '03, so you can imagine how nice it is getting reacquainted with my old friends. How much I 've missed Ryan, Sandy, Seth and even sassy Summer (I however have not missed Kirsten nor Marissa, personal reasons). I don't feel all that guilty cheating on Gossip Girl, first of all those Hong Kong, pirated versions are about as reliable as they sound and secondly Josh Schwartz doesn't care which show you watch as long as you're giving into the guilty pleasure of upper class, teen decadence dramas.

The early bird.......

2008-06-18T11:50:00.000-07:00

I've been up since 6:30 AM and it was worth it. "Why would you pull yourself from your perfectly chilled sheets at that awful hour and how do you still have a smile on your face?" you may ask. Well summer finals over, would be my answer. I finished school until August and I assure you I have earned this break. This was my fourth semester in a row and there were some moments I doubted I'd make it to June 18th alive. So, goodbye Constantine. Goodbye Sophie Scholl. Goodbye preterit VS imperfect tenses. See you in the fall. As for me I plan on intervening between watching pirated, Hong Kong versions of CW's Gossip Girl and sleeping for five straight days. If no one hears from me by Tuesday, get worried.

We Built this City......

2008-06-04T12:43:00.000-07:00

Rich and Deb have done it again. Right when you think my parents couldn't be any cooler than your parents, Deb and Rich move themselves even higher up on the cool scale. What did they do this time? Only make my everyday life a billion times more hip and modern with a birthday gift of this above pictured sweet, little nano. You see, I had been sporting an old, classic style, I-Pod mini that could not hold a battery charge if its life depended on it. Life was dull. Walking everywhere with no music, no excitement to my mundane routine. Those days are in the past because Oscar (That's the nano's name. I thought it sounded exotic, but still relatable.) is always by my side now and trust me life just got F-U-N. Oscar makes walking, exercising, shopping, and chores so much better. I guess it's not fair to give new nano, Deb, or Rich all the credit some old friends are also making those walks through the UVSC halls a new experience. So here's to you Foo Fighters, Fleetwood Mac, Tom Petty and all the Heartbreakers, Carol King and so many other great ones. It's all the above mentioned that made it possible for my life to once again have a soundtrack and my day goes a lot faster when I can think I am always staring in the "now playing" songs music video. Life is so much more dramatic when you attach a soundtrack to it. Currently I'm starring in Don Henley's "Heart of the Matter" and I'd like to think I am doing the song real justice.

Memory Day.

2008-05-28T11:56:00.001-07:00

This last weekend was a federal holiday and my birthday. This meant a road trip was on the docket. My weekend was filled with my two favourite engaged couples. Kris, Bethany, and I drove down to California and then Rachel and Rodney picked me up in Anaheim. Let's talk highlights.

Kris and Bethany-

Look at this couple, babe alert. Kris and Beth were the BEST road trip partners of life. They tell great jokes, listen to pleasing music, let me take as many bathroom breaks as I want, and they didn't even make fun of me when I cried while looking at the pictures of Ashlee Simpson's wedding (Oh give me a break, I'm not made of stone!). Kris and Beth are a stellar engaged couple. They never PDA and they always make you feel welcome around them. They are two extremely good souls who I am so lucky to have on my team (Yes I have a team and if you are reading this you better plan on being part of it. Maybe we'll get uniforms).

The Peterson Clan- Kris's family was nice enough to let us spend one of the road trip nights in their amazing St. George house. The thing about the Peterson family is they are generous, kind, attractive, and welcoming. They are all also exceptionally funny. If they ever had their own reality show I would watch it, love it, and hope to guest star in it. They are funnier than you, they are funnier than me, they are even funnier than Red Skeleton. Yes, they are that much fun. Not only did they give me a comfortable bed to sleep in, but they also had coca-cola classic and cinnamon poppets (small doughnuts) waiting by the door for our 5 AM departure.

Next up were Rodney and Rachel. These two are the most awesome. The second I sat down in the Hyundai it was joke central. They make me laugh so hard I think my spleen is going to explode, but I wouldn't even mind because we are having so much fun. They are a great/good time. We had lots of jokes, impersonations, and rap collaborations. Rachel and Rodney did their part to make my birthday a fun time. They took me all around Venice Beach, Hollywood, Santa Monica pier, and so many great vintage shops. I pointed out all the famous spots I recognized from MTV's "The Hills", including but not limited to Koi, Area, SBE offices. Now I will put up a line of pictures for you to view.

Overall a very nice time was had by all involved especially myself. While on Venice Beach I had my fortune read and apparently things are going to get better sometime from mid to the end of July. I plan on holding Ra Rishikavi Raghudas to this prediction.

The Wiz.

2008-05-23T12:23:00.001-07:00

Wow, I am blogging Wizard these days. The reason is the that I get really, seriously bummed out when I visit my favourite blog spots and the author has not updated (yes, I'm talking to you Kimmy Harman. You live in the city that never sleeps, there has to be more to blog about.)! Today I thought I'd share some Emily facts with you in hopes of becoming one of your favourite bloggers.
*I love to watch "Murder She Wrote". JB Fletcher is a mystery writing genius.
* I really like being up to date on pop culture and am weirdly proud of always knowing the newest gossip. I read "People" and other such trashy magazines every chance I get.
*Some people told me that my "wedding off" blog was insensitive and it seemed like I didn't care at all. In actuality I care more than I would ever blog about and felt stupid for having to blog about it in the first place.
*I got a C- in my history of Bob Dylan class. Apparently I didn't take a class that spent a whole day delving into possible meanings behind "Rainy Day Women #12 & 35" serious enough.
*Six years ago the dentist drilled a hole through my tongue while filling a cavity and I lost the feeling in half my tongue, left half.
*One of my all time favourite Cd's is ABBA. It always turns this frown upside down.
*I was kind of bully in elementary school. In recent years I had many old classmates tell me I hurt their feelings because I teased them too much.
*Mr. Goodbar is my top choice for chocolate.
*My sister has been and probably always will be my best friend, even when she gives me a huge spoonful of tough love.
*Up until a couple of years ago I legitimately thought Alaska was an island.

You're a wise man Oscar Wilde

2008-05-19T12:21:00.000-07:00

Lately I have been thinking a lot about things I have wanted and haven't been getting, I know I am completely ungrateful. Then serendipitously I came across this Oscar Wilde quote "If you don't get everything you want, think of the things you don't get that you don't want." Not only was O. Wilde an 1800's babe, looks like he had a pretty good brain on him as well, real practical man. Anyway old Oscar got me to thinking about how lucky I really am and even in the worst of situations my life is still pretty great. After I made this realization I decided to make a list of things I am glad to not have.
1. Turrets Syndrome- See I use to think this would be a "fun disease", you could swear whenever you wanted and yell anything, but then I saw MTV's "True Life: I have Turrets Syndrome". This hour special broke my heart, poor Allissa was always being a real jerk about life. She didn't even have fun in Disneyland. That's how bad having Turrets Syndrome is, even a spin in the teacups doesn't make you smile.

2. While I love that Oscar Wilde, I am really glad that I was not raised in Ireland 1800's. I've been reading this book "The Burning of Bridget Clearly" (very good, I suggest it) and I tell you what females in Ireland 1800's did not have a lot of rights. Sad, little Bridget Clearly was burned to death because her husband was so intimidated by the success of her dress shop. I never realized how blessed I am to be born in the time and place I was.

3. I am really glad to not have a "throw down" with Bobby Flay. This weekend I fully realized the greatness of The Food Network and I watched about 5 episodes of Bobby Flays show (yes Dad I watched 5, but it was the weekend!). I would hate to be one of the chefs Bobby Flay throws down against. Talk about pressure! See, Bobby Flay finds someone he thinks is the master of one thing (IE. Biscuits and jam) and he tries to master this same cooking art and then Bobby Flay shows up at your restaurant and challenges you to a throw down. Yes, a cook off. Judges then come in and decide if you are the master of biscuits and jam (or whatever) or if Bobby Flay out cheffed you. I get anxious just thinking about being the challenged chef.

4. I'm really, really happy it isn't winter anymore. Life is so much harder in the winter. I am glad it is sunny and warm outside. I don't even mind a summer rainstorm.

That's all I can think to type right now although I know there are many, many other things. I will keep thinking and I am sure I can reblog about it.

Tu habla espanol?

2008-05-06T13:21:00.000-07:00

Don't feel bad if you do not habla. It turns out I do not hablo all that well either. I am taking summer classes (and LOVE it) one of these classes is Spanish. I am the dunce in the class and should probably be made to sit in the corner. Luckily my teacher is a star and never makes me feel like an idiot for not grasping congegation after 3 and half years of Spanish studying. Summer school is great; the classes are smaller, the teachers are laid back, and I feel so good about accomplishing things during the "lazy" months. Another thing I love right now?

Hula hooping. I basically wish I was this woman to the left. Hula hooping is more than fun and games, it is actually a pretty good workout. I sometimes will hula hoop for literally hours at a time and I can really feel the burn. My end of summer goal is to hula hoop the entire "Guero" album by Beck. So far I've gotten to six out of thirteen songs without stopping, but I am determined to make it to all thirteen. Beck never quit on me so I won't quit till I make him proud.

What else..........................

This album was introduced to me awhile ago, and I really enjoyed it the first hear through, but I love it a little more everyday. She & Him consists of M. Ward and Zooey Deschanel and I feel like they read my diary while writing the songs. Want to know how the last month has been like for me? Listen to this, they express every emotion and thought I have had, and they do it a lot better than I ever could.

Also,

Bolthouse Farms makes delicious juices. I am surviving off it and couldn't be happier (ok, ok I have the occasional coke still). Not only is it awesome, but if you're unlucky enough to be lactose intolerant you will be glad to know it's dairy free.

And finally, we still have something to get excited about on August 2nd (yes, even I am at least happy that day will still exist) and we have Stephenie Meyer to thank for this. I may not get the dream wedding that day, but now we can finally find out if Bella does (this is a VERY small consolation prize, but beggars can't be choosers so I'll take it).

P.S. Did anyone want to buy me tickets to this????

STONE TEMPLE PILOTS AT THE E CENTER OF WVC WED JUNE 11, 2008-8 PM!!!!

Maybe you're asking yourself why you would want to spend a little over $50.00 on me? Well I have had possibly the worse month of my life for one. Also maybe you're trying to find the perfect birthday present for me (May, 26th), look no further this is what I want, no this is what I NEED. Imagine a whole night listening to my favorite STP songs. Oh I can hear Creep, Pretty Penny, and Art School Girl already. Let's me honest with each other, STP is not going to stay reunited forever and we're going to be lucky if they even make it to June, 11th. This has potential to be the best night of my life. On top of needing someone to buy me a ticket, I'm also going to need someone to go with me. I mean this isn't a Jimmy Buffet show, I need some support for this kind of crowd. So don't just do this for me, do it for Scott.

Welcome to Munchkin Land.

2008-04-27T14:31:00.000-07:00

Fact: Baby Duncan is adorable. I think I am a pretty credible source on this subject because I've never been goo-goo, ga-ga for newborns. He is a sweet little baby with a good soul. Baby Duncan managed to find my ever elusive maternal instincts. I have never been this motherly in my life. Usually I think newborns are pretty boring because all they do is eat and sleep and occasionally cry, but I could watch Duncan just sit for a long stretch of time and feel like it was time well spent. I may have cried when I first met him, maybe I'm just extra sensitive right now or maybe he is a really great newborn. Grace and I have also been having a nice time together. She is a smart little thing and I am surprised/amused by her comments. It was her birthday this week and she got a USA puzzle with all the states, she has been learning some states. The other morning I heard her talking to her toy tiger and she told him "Look tiger, Hawaii", and it was actually the Hawaii puzzle piece. She also said to me "Emmy read Gracie different book." She's two and obviously a baby genius. She is always referring to herself in third person saying things like "Gracie funny". Lately we have been getting into some extreme rap battles, we both hold our own. So Milwaukee has been a great visit. Spring of Emily continues with the overcoming of newborn fears. I even feed Baby Duncan all by myself, but I don't ever burp him, that's taking this a little too far. I've added a couple of pictures of me and the kiddies. One is the baby hammock I made for Duncan with my blanket and the other is me and Grace in front of the house.

Little Lady Day

2008-04-21T22:25:00.000-07:00

Three reasons my life falls somewhere on the scale of OK to awesome.
1. Due to the amount of free time recently acquired, I was able to help my roommate Jana make a movie with her BF, Billy. True fact: I am an incredible hula hooper/actress. Here is a link to the movie we made http://www.beautyandthebeastmaster.blogspot.com/. There is one part of this short film where I seem to be legitimately mentally handicapped, see if you can guess it. Jana wanted to do something a little extra special for her parents because she is graduating (lucky), so this one is for Fritz and Gwen. Oh and yes, Jana's parents do love gangsta rap and girls lounging on Beetles, so don't judge me.
2. In exactly seven hours my finals are OVER. In the past week I've written over 62 pages of original work, and I'm not even an English major anymore. At 6 in the AM I will be at the UVSC taking a final. 6 AM is in six and a half hours. I should be asleep, but as of late I've been a bit of an insomniac, I know, I don't like it any better than you do. So if anyone wants to chat "after hours" give me a call. I'll be up and I have free minutes.
3. I have a wonderful man as a father who is flying me to spend my one week break from school in the land of dairy, alcohol, and sisters. I also get to meet new baby Duncan and hang with my favourite girl Grace. I am so happy I get to see my family, thanks President. I've heard that baby Duncan is adorable, but I'll be the judge of that. Conclusions forthcoming.
And a number 4( just for good measure). This last week I killed a spider. With a tissue not a vacuum. Also on Saturday a wolf spider crawled on my leg and all I did was brush it off, anxiety attack free, Winter of Emily is over. Spring of Emily has now begun.

"Marriage is just another form of slavery."- Aunt Jackie from Roseanne

2008-04-09T13:46:00.000-07:00

Ok folks change of plans, wedding off. Go ahead and free up August 2nd for personal use again. Things just didn't work out, but I'm blogging about it so I am obviously doing alright. Hopefully one day I will get to put all these great wedding plans into use, but that day just isn't going to be this summer. Hey, don't cry for me things are better this way. I will have to warn you reader, if you post a comment telling me "I'm sorry", I will murder you. Thank you for all your support and love.

Sharing time.

2008-03-27T13:56:00.000-07:00

My father lives in a foreign country. Not only that, but he is a busy man. He has his hands full. Yet somehow he still finds time to: 1. Find my blog through a maze of family links. 2. Read my posts. 3. Set up an account solely for the purpose of posting comments. 4. Council me on my time management skills through comments. Please see below example.

Richard said...
EMILY, what are your thinking Girl? How can you spend an entire evening watching some lame TV shown. I mean, don't you have homework to do, a wedding to plan, a job and a boy friend to get to know better? How can you find the time to watch some reality TV show when there is some much life, your own, to live. Hey, I have a idea, if you have some extra time, write your dad a letter. Love your Dad
March 8, 2008 6:04 AM

Isn't he amazing? OK, and he does have a good point. I should be doing other things than watching ANTM, but don't tell him I said he was right. We don't want it going to his perfectly coiffed head.

ANTM Update.

2008-03-06T15:32:00.000-08:00

Wednesday nights are always busy for me. I leave the entire night open so I can watch Americas Next Top Model. I love the drama, tears, and over the top theatrics from Tyra. Last night was not a disappointment. Last night was also the WORST makeovers in the history of ANTM (and I have seen all 10 seasons, thanks for the re-runs VH1). Dominique didn't have enough pretty barriers to overcome, now she has to try to work that soccer mom, mushroom top cut? I don't know who thought it was a good idea to let Tyra make up hair styles, but there is no way Marvitas "horse tail" cut is starting any trends. Kat (polish babe), Claire, and Fatima (She is a brat, but her hair does make her resemble Iman) are the only girls who walked away looking actually better. I guess Lauren doesn't look too bad, but up was the only direction to go with that girl. The rest of those rag tag wanna be's with their sick extensions better hope they don't meet the same fate as Allison. It's already humiliating being a loser and now most of them are losers with bad hair. Also I wish someone was the mean/brutally honest judge. I miss Janice.

Winter of Emily

2008-01-29T15:07:00.000-08:00

One of my good friends suggested I write about things I am good at doing. For those of you interested, this is a long list. Today I decided to write about one of these things in particular that is being used a lot. This is my overactive imagination. This, I believe, is a great talent when utilized correctly. Unfortunately for me this talent is mostly used to scare myself, I am also really good at having fears. A few of the major fears I have are as followed (not in order): large, flightless birds IE, ostrich/emus, spiders, heights, bio warfare, dinosaurs. A couple of summers ago I decided it was time to stop letting fears run my life. I was going to get in control of them. I rented Jurassic Park. I visited a funny farm off the freeway in Orem that had, among other things, Emus. I went to a job site and climbed a ladder. I even went to the pet store to stand next to the spiders. It was the Summer of Emily. I was on a high. Unfortunately trying to get over phobias on your own is a full time job, and I just didn't have the determination. Now the phobias are the same and back, stronger then ever. I've tried little techniques, but nothing to match the Summer of Emily, until now. A couple of months ago I started seeing previews for a J.J. Abrams movie. They not only confused me, but also terrified me. When this movie, "Cloverfield" came out a couple weeks ago the fear strengthened. All my friends went and saw it, one friend told me all the gory details. That night I woke up in a cold sweat from experiencing a nightmare blending this preview and movie facts with past scary movie images. I have not see The Sixth Sense since I was 14 (In case the opportunity ever arises to see a thriller with my older sister Katie, don't do it. She is not a companion for the easily spooked. The two of us went alone to see The Sixth Sense and she cried/covered her eyes the entire movie, leaving me to fend for myself.), but still that little boy that found the gun still frequently haunts my dreams. This creep along with that ghost from The Grudge are all too often my nighttime companions. Knowing this about myself I knew I should NEVER see Cloverfield. This Sunday I told my roommate I had a vivid nightmare about Cloverfield, she had seen it the night before and convinced me that while it was intense it was not scary. That's when I knew what I had to do. I had to see Cloverfield. It had been a sleep terrorists that past few nights,and I was going to beat this thing. Last night I saw it and I slept like a baby. I beat that fear and now the Winter of Emily has begun. I had even considered re watching The Sixth Sense, but deiceded not to get that crazy, maybe I'll just get a spider plate to eat off instead.

Heartbreakers, all of them.

2008-01-14T13:53:00.000-08:00

My life is simple, with simple pleasures. One of these pleasures is watching my favorite reality shows on reruns. Today while watching "Rock of Love Two" (starring Poisons front man Brett Mic heals) VH1 took me to commercial. Here comes one of Dr. Peppers clever "it's diet, but it taste like candy" commercials for Diet Dr. Pepper, but wait this one was extra special. It was for a new Diet Dr. Pepper, Cherry Chocolate Diet Dr. Pepper. Now any consumer worth their weight in fountain drink gold will know this is definitely a special edition drink without even having to see the "limited edition" tag. Because of this I am steering clear. I don't need to get attached to another delicacy only to have it ripped nastily away by some old board room biddy, not again. RIP: Crystal Pepsi, Coca Cola C2, and Black Cherry Vanilla Coke. All three of these major hits to my soda pop lifestyle, but the cruelest of all was the sudden cut off of Mountain Dew Pitch Black. The king of nightlife pop. The abrupt end to my mountain Dew grape soda almost killed me. Every summer my heart beats a little faster seeing 7-11 carrying Pitch Black Slurpee's, but this is just a tease. Therefore I will never try Chocolate Cherry Diet Dr. Pepper, it just isn't worth the heart break.