Bev's ears

Tomorrow I'm taking my little sister Heather to get her ears pierced. She really wants it done and my parents told her no. So I decided I'll take her. I think this is a good idea for two reasons. #1- I worry a lot about my little brother and sister forgetting about me because I don't live with them. I don't want them to think of me as the person that just came around to do her laundry. When I do get to spend time with them I try to do fun or important things so that they will remember me and remember that I was a good time. I think getting your ears pierced behind your parents back will be pretty memorable.
#2- Even if my parents are furious (and my dad might be) I don't live with them so big deal. They will eventually forgive me.
My only real worry is that my sister will freak out after they do one ear and then refuse to let them pierce the other one. I'm trying to strengthen our relationship with jewelry that makes her look pretty, not jewelry that makes her look like a pirate.

My Date

It takes courage to ask someone on a date. It takes cowardice to agree to ask out your orthopedic surgeon’s niece when he is holding a scalpel at your hand. This was the first of many clues that my blind date may not work out. My uncle mark has the best of intentions for setting me up. I do appreciate that he thinks so highly of me. Mark gave Charles my phone number and he called me. He seemed very nice. He told me to look up his myspace page, where I found out that he was interested in mythical creatures, dungeons and dragons, medieval sword fighting and debate. This made me quite nervous. Even if you seriously are interested in these things you probably should not tell a lot of people about it. So on Friday night Charles came to pick me up at my aunt and uncle’s house where my cousins asked him if he was my boyfriend and if we were going to kiss. That was the funniest part of the night. We went to Persi, for some great food. There we talked for two hours about current events and debate. Then we drove to the Twin Falls bridge and tried to drop a match off of it to see if the friction would make it burn. It was windy and raining a little so it did not work. Then we met up with some of his friend and got ice cream and then played phase 10. It was a pretty typical date and by far not the worst one I have ever been on. As he drove me home he asked if he could take me to breakfast in the morning and I said, “um… I don’t think so.”
Here are my reasons why:
-When he picked me up he asked, “so what do you want to do.” (I wouldn’t have minded this at all except for the fact that it was a first date and he had asked me out.)
-He seriously didn’t find anything strange about spending time playing japan-amation video games and believing that dragons were the best animal ever. (This concerns me about his sense of reality.)
-Not once did he ask me a question about myself.
-After one of his friends asked me about my favorite vacation he said, “I hate traveling, I don’t understand people that like it.” (I have no beef with people that don’t want to travel, but it’s something that I love and so don’t diss it.)
-He was a whiner. (I think he kept tying to make me feel bad for him that he was always busy with work and school, but who isn’t? get over it!)

I'm here

I have a vague early memory of being in the Odgen mall with my mom and being terrified that we would be locked in when the mall closed. I don’t know if this unusual fear sprouted from this event or if it came from something else, but it remains in me today. I always check the store hours before I go into an establishment. I just think it is rude to be laligaging someplace while the people are trying to close and go home. If you think about it being trapped someplace over night would be a big problem. So, I choose to believe that I stay away from closing places for good reason. Yesterday I was at the design center searching for a fabric. The design center closes at 5:00 p.m. Unfortunately I was unaware that Dongia showroom closes at 4:30 p.m. on Friday. So at 4:32 p.m. I found myself between Pollack fabric wings in the dark. Of course I was startled and afraid. I dropped my memo request form and pencil and headed for the door. It was LOCKED! An old man saw me and jokingly said, “oops sorry, you were almost left here for the night.” Not funny dude! Not funny. I’m still a little shaken up about the whole situation.

No y and no e

Today’s blog is dedicated to Kathrin Spoeck. Kathrin is one of the women I have been working with this summer. She is 24 years old, has short brown hair, a tiny nose ring, and is from Austria. Her accent is wonderful. I love the way she says my name. She met her husband four years ago when she flew to San Francisco to visit her cousin. After meeting Laurence she spent the rest of her vacation with him and then after a year of seriously long distance relationship she moved to the US and married him. Laurence is a lucky man because I think Kathrin is wonderful. She has been extremely nice to me from day one. She has such a sweet personality. She always explains everything to me. She is very patient as well. We bonded right away because we are both students. Kathrin is leaving tomorrow for vacation and when she returns my internship will be over. I gave her a ride to the buss stop today after work. She hugged me good buy and told me that she would miss my presence in the office and to please stay in touch. How nice is that? She is such a neat person. I should be sleeping, but I just wanted to remember her for a moment.

Fog = a spot free rinse from heaven

Michelle is house sitting this week and I’m staying with her. I love my Michelle time! The house is so dirty. It could possibly be the dirtiest house I have ever seen in my life. To clean/repair this house would probably take a lifetime, and if it weren’t for the location I doubt it would be worth it. This morning when I hiked the hill to my car I found it covered in water. It hadn’t rained but the fog today was thick. Now my car is clean and that is great.

My Geriatric July 4, 2007

Of all the things I love, fireworks are among the list. This year I did not even see a sparkler held by a small child. I spend the dusk hours of this Independence Day driving up 17 on my way home. As sad as this sounds it is actually preferred to spending more time with my crazy great aunt. In my first hours in California I knew that there would be no getting out of spending my fourth with these crazy relatives. The first thing they told me was that I would be attending there celebration. So I went. Why?, I do not know. Ok, I know, It’s because I’m a sucker. These people really helped me out this summer and I feel like I should humor them because they are family. I got to their run down beach house at 4 (thanks to terrible traffic and my procrastination). We ate cold food that wasn’t supposed to be cold and they drilled me on my life. Just so we are clear, by they I mean Cornie- my grandpa’s sister. Art- Cornie’s husband. He has a doctorate in computer science and spends 9hr’s every day loosing money on the stalk market. Ellen- their daughter. She could possibly be normal if she had different parents. There was another couple and their child at the party, but they were also very strange old people. I think I’m going to start adding up all the time I have to spend with these people and make my mom find a way to get my time back. They are her relatives so it’s her fault. I hate spending time with them for 5 reasons. 1- they are old and old people creep me out. 2- they are dirty. 3- they smell bad. ( my great aunt smells like urine) 4- they are nosy and bitter about life. 5- they laugh about everything especially things that aren’t funny.

Where I'm living

I enjoy knowing what time it is, but chiming clocks that sound every 15 min. make me want to die. I never knew this fact about myself. I liked the ringing bells from old main. They let me know if I was late to class or not. They are helpful and not annoying. The people I am living with have chiming clocks and these are the clocks that I dislike. Every 15 min. it's a bell and whistle extravaganza. What is the point of having more than one chiming clock? They are crazy! The clocks don't stop during the night and they are so loud. I keep having dreams that someone is banging my head with a pan. I guess it's just funny what things old people are interested in and collect. I'm going to collect gnome's for sure and maybe applesauce. I guess only time will tell.