Monday, December 7, 2009

The Pros and Cons of Owning a Bugatti Veyron

Not that I would know, but I wanted to make a post about one of my favorite cars ever: the Bugatti Veyron.

Cons:
Base price is $1.7 MILLION
Insurance: $2-5,000 per month (and that's if you can get it insured)
The tires can only be removed from the rims in France ($70,000)
At top speed "the tires will only last for about fifteen minutes, but it's okay because the fuel runs out in twelve." (James May, Top Gear)
About 8 mpg city and 13 mpg hwy


Pros:
0-60 in 2.5 seconds
1001 horsepower
Top speed of 253 mph
VW makes it!
8.0 LW16 (64 valves) engine
Four turbochargers
10 radiators
Second fastest production car in the world (1st being the SSC Ultimate Aero TT as of September 2007)
Brakes from 250mph to 0 in just under 10 seconds


Quotes from Jeremy Clarkson's review:
"the greatest piece of engineering ever. No, I'm sorry, this is the greatest car ever made and the greatest car we will ever see in our lifetime."

"On a recent drive across Europe I desperately wanted to reach the top speed but I ran out of road when the needle hit 240mph. Where, astonishingly, it felt planted. Totally and utterly rock steady. It felt sublime."

"Utterly, stunningly, mind blowingly, jaw droppingly brilliant."

"It is a triumph for lunacy over common sense, a triumph for man over nature and a triumph for Volkswagen over absolutely every other car maker in the world."

I know I'm quoting a lot, but I just love this car! Owning one is definitely out of the question, but I would love the opportunity to take one for a spin someday .. Oh yeah, watch the video!

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Sometimes..

Sometimes I really wish I could turn off my emotions. For example, when someone is yelling at me through the phone at work, when Cody and I are arguing about the day's subject, or when I see cute old people working at Walmart. When I care about something strongly, I cry. I never used to be this way, but I've developed this since being married. I love him so much, any time I make him angry, it makes me sad. I cry when I'm upset! But it's not that I believe crying will fix anything, because I know it won't.

I pray for comfort every day. I pray for patience, and gratitude, and for kind customers to come my way. I pray even harder that either Cody or I will be able to find something better. Whether that ends with me finding a great warehouse job and Cody stays with HP or if he were to find a job that pays enough for me to quit or at least go to part time .. I would be overjoyed at either option.

Honestly, I would love it if I could just turn off these emotions and be ok with sitting for 8 hours, taking complaint after complaint, and then coming home to not much else. But I'd much rather learn my lesson and move on from this point in my life. There are so many other people out there going through the same or worse, so I don't think my turn is coming up.

I have moments when I realize how lucky I am and those are tender mercies to be sure. I know those are ways of comforting me when I'm losing hope. But it's hard to keep my positive attitude when everything is so out of my control. I'm hoping this Thanksgiving season will get me in the right spirit to appreciate the things I have. We had a little turkey/mashed potato dinner at my in-laws last night that got me excited for the big meal coming up at the end of the month :)

Back to work..




**Edit** I know my entries have been uber-depresso recently, but they'll get better eventually, I swear! Thanks for reading anyway and all of your positive comments!

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Without him..

So, I only have three days left until my lovey comes home to me. Even though I haven't burnt down the house, killed the plants (or our pet snake, Liz), or left the doors unlocked while being away (thus letting the neighborhood prowlers in), I've come to the frustrating realization that I am hopeless without my husband. I've done all of the chores I needed to do, I've spent time with friends and family, and I've gotten up in time for work (very early, in fact) every morning, all by my lonesome.

I'm fairly certain that when I hear him pull up on Saturday afternoon, I will lose all composure. Don't think for a second that I've been a brave little wifey while he's been gone. I've probably cried every day, so don't be fooled by my confident facade! Cody has been bored and a little homesick while attending training over in Houston, so any time I've spoken to him, I've done my best to assure him that it will all be over soon and he won't have to do any training for at least another year. And that has helped me as well, but I feel that I've come to a more in-depth conclusion through these last few weeks.

I'm just not independent! I can't spend two weeks painting, working, taking photos, and cleaning the house and be peachy about it. I'm sure this has a lot to do with the fact that I wish I had a different job right now.. But I can't help but wonder if there is something else wrong with me. No, I know there is something wrong with me, but I just don't what to do about it. I'm to the point now where I pray every day for comfort, strength, and patience to overcome this crappy time in my life. I am so blessed to have the things I do, but it just seems like I am just too much of an emotional mess to handle it by myself. But God can only lighten my load so much before He is taking away my pain completely, which doesn't help me learn my lessons and grow as a person.

As luck would have it, Cody's insurance doesn't cover mental health. BYU offers a discounted program where you can meet with the graduate students (supervised by the professors) and have sessions with them. Before I result to that, I think I will just meet with the bishop and see what advice he might have for me. Cody and I are not perfect and there are things that need to be worked on in our marriage, but I think I need to look inside before we can fix our relationship.

I'll stop rambling now.. I'm at work and I just needed to get these thoughts out. I'm just so sick of being such a downer. I used to be such a happy person, and I don't know when that changed, but it's not fair to me or Cody (he has noticed a change as well).. Don't feel obligated to give me advice, I'm just trying to get my feelings out. I'm not a risk to myself or anything, I'm just down! Hopefully things will get better soon!

Friday, October 16, 2009

Alma 24

I've started to notice a pattern with my optomism level and attitude as of late and it's really starting to get to me.

Back when I was sent to do customer service, it was devistating to me because I. hate. customer. service. I hate calling customer service, and I especially hate performing it as an occupation. But you know what? I was so lucky that I hadn't been laid-off like so many of my coworkers on that day. When I was fired three months later, you can imagine my fear considering I had been looking for new employement during that whole time and had found nothing satisfactory.

I've never prayed so much in my life as I have during these last four months. I didn't receive the answers I wanted, but I received comfort to help me through this difficult time. I never really appreciated the comfort when I went into one my many moods during this time.

I've since started a new job, doing the same thing, but with a much smaller stress-level, thanksfully. But I still feel stuck in the awful customer service industry and with the economy the way it is, I have very little hope of moving onto a better job in the near future. I am very blessed that I was only unemployed for a mere two days. I ran into so many people who have been out of work for so long.. It's heartbreaking, really.

Once again, I have not received the answers I've begged so earnestly for. But I have received comfort. In more ways than I can count. The "natural man" in me is resisting and just wants to wallow in self-pity and I'm sick of it! I was reading Alma chapter 24 last night before going to bed, and I found myself just bawling. If you haven't read that chapter, I strongly recommend you go sit by yourself, free of distractions, and ponder the words in that chapter. If you're not familiar with the story, it's about the Anti-Nephi-Lehi people and their covenant to never shed the blood of their brethren again. I was just amazed to read about a whole community of people dying for the promise they had made to God. And most of all, I feel so ashamed that I have been such a snob about my life lately.

My situation sucks, for sure. But my life is so blessed. I have so much to be grateful for and I can't believe I've been so blind. ENOUGH! I can't guarantee that I will be awesome from now on, but I will do my darndest to live up to the daughter of God that I am!

Friday, October 9, 2009

Alright..

So, I was going to change my banner to reflect the changing season around me, but I saw this and thought it would be a better motivation for me! I started a new job after being laid-off of my old one (heaven-sent, really) and so I'm hoping I will be able to bring my laptop in to catch up. We're not allowed to access the internet from our laptops if we bring them in, so it's the perfect time for me to focus on the basics and get back to writing! We'll see, I suppose..

Toodles!

Monday, August 10, 2009

Happy Birthday..

Today is my Dad's 53rd birthday. As the day went by, I found that I kept thinking about him. Not surprising considering the influence he's been on my life recently.

He's always played a big part in my life and the choices I've made. I don't know who I would be today if it weren't for his guidance (whether asked for or not) and kind hand while growing up. Aside from the standard fatherly role, he has also played a big part in my interests. To illustrate, here is a list of things that remind me of my Dad:

The Beatles
Styx
The Phantom of the Opera
the clarinet
labrador dogs
brittany spaniel dogs
Boston (the band)
boy scouts
C.S. Lewis
Pepsi
Nu Skin
Chicago (the band)
Louisana
Hershey's Kissables
Ducks Unlimited
General Conference
Mt. Timpanogous
Tears for Fears
High School wrestling
marching band
archery hunts
Lance Armstrong

I could go on.. My father has always played a big part in my life. As long as I can remember, aside from the occassional business trip, he has always been home for dinner and at church on Sunday. Even though it might have been outside his regular comfort zones, he has always magnified his callings in church and his role as father at home.

My father isn't perfect. Neither of my parents are. But it is my experience that he has always done his best to head in that direction. He had the best testimony to lean on growing up, but he also helped in my quest for my own testimony in the gospel. He encouraged me to study the scriptures and pray daily to my Heavenly Father. He encouraged me to not only attend but to actively participate in my seminary and institute classes.

When I wanted to play the flute in elementary school, he presented me with the clarinet he'd played growing up. Though I wasn't excited to play an instrument I hadn't seen much of, I began to develop my musical talent and continued to do so until after high school. I played in my schools marching band for one year, then decided to switch over to the choirs. Even though I had given up on a good thing for me, my father supported me completely in my pursuit of a coveted spot in my schools a capella choir. Nearly a years' worth of voice lessons from my choir teacher, at $20 a pop, and I was granted my senior year to finally be in that choir. I couldn't have been happier, and my father continued to support me by attending concerts and paying for the choir tour to California.

My parents funded my time spent in college at Southern Utah University. Even though my grades were less than ideal, my father's faith in me unwavering, they continued to encourage me to do better and finish my degree.

When I left school early to marry just two months shy of my 20th birthday, my father bit his tongue and gave me away to my young husband. To a young man who might not be able to take care of his little girl. To a proud car lover who had not served a mission for the Lord. My father has continued to support me in the many ups and downs that accompany marriage, complete with the many moves, job changes, home purchases, kitchen renovations, and cars that have blessed my three and a half years as Cody's wife.

Though it's been hard for me to completely understand, my father has helped me learn things for myself and to make mistakes. As I'm sure my father in Heaven has been saddened to be witness to the many mistakes I've made, I know that my father here on earth has endured many moments being concerned for his daughters welfare. And thanks to my freewill, he will undoubtedly spend many many more.

When I came to him for a father's blessing after seeing 12 of my coworkers being laid-off, my father didn't just give me a blessing to say that everything would be ok and that I would find a job immediately. He blessed me with patience and with comfort to help me last until I could find another job. He encouraged me to use this experience to my advantage and to use it to grow as a person. He didn't offer me a job at his company to get me out of the pain I've endured. As hard as the last few months have been for me, I know that I am closer to God, my family, and my husband thanks to not being able to take the easy way out.

As I drove home from work today, listening to The Music of the Night, I couldn't stop the tears from coming. I love my Dad more than I ever thought possible and the emotional roller-coaster that is my life as of late is one of the many reasons I have come to realize this. I can't bear the thought of living without him, yet, as every birthday comes and goes, I know that time is getting closer. I suppose I will have to deal with that when the time comes, but for the now the best I can do is be sure to express my appreciation for the father who has been and will always be by my side, gently prodding me down the right path.


Happy Birthday, Daddy. I will always love you more than you will ever know. I will always be your little girl.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Mine.

sweet
thoughtful
giving
kind
mothering
loving

All words my Dad has used to describe (and praise) me. Where did that cute, innocent little girl go? When did I become so spiteful? I have my moments.. When I can be sweet and gracious. But the woman Cody fell in love with is sharing a room with this other woman. This girl who can't seem to look beyond the sweat on his face to let him hug her. The girl who will ruin a whole day of fun activities because of one stupid argument. What happened to the girl who could move on from a fight in seconds flat to resume living her life? I've wasted so much time.. So many nights have been thrown away because I wouldn't speak to him anymore.

"I, the Lord, will forgive whom I will forgive, but of you it is required to forgive all men." D&C 64:10

It's not up to me to forgive him. Even if he doesn't apologize. It's not up to me!

I used to write notes to my loved ones for them to find and read later. And I've decided I'm going to do that more often. He deserves to know how much I care for him, no matter what stupid thing he said. The only way I can help us have a better relationship is to do my part and be loving. I can only worry about what I am doing right (or wrong).

I don't know why I wrote about this.. but I've been thinking a lot about how much I've changed from when I was little. As a close loved one's marriage is dissipating before my eyes, I am turning inward to make sure it doesn't happen to mine. It's up to us, and it's up to me to take care of my relationship.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Right.

When will I be deserving?
When will I be adult enough, or nice enough?
Double-standard.

I wish I knew if it will get better.
It was earlier today, but the tables turned
somewhere along the way.

What did I ever do to deserve being a child again?

That's right, I'm the drama-queen.
I need to grow up and use my brain.
Think, for once.

I forgot, again.

If things aren't going my way, I want to stop..
Is that so wrong?
YOU ARE THE SAME WAY!
Who doesn't like things when they're not going their way?!

It's been too long, I've already put up with it too much.
How is it fair to have you change it now?

All I have left is His help.
Pick up the pieces of my heart, Lord.
They're too complicated and dramatic for him to see.
Will I ever be enough for him?

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Grandmother..

I could've sworn I woke to sound of your voice this morning. I had been dreaming about spending the night at your house and had left in the midst of your evening prayer. Thanking God for his generous blessings and pleading for the welfare of your loved ones. I could almost feel the warmth of your baby blue electric blanket around my shoulders as my dream disappated.

I smelled your perfume today when I was at the grocery store. I must have spent the next five minutes searching for the source of the smell, coming up disappointed as it left just as suddenly as it had appeared. Tea Rose, a smell I will never forget. How long had that been your scent? As long as I could remember, I had been surrounded with it's comfort when in your company.

Looking back on the years, I can't help but wonder how things would have been had you been here with me. Would the mistakes I'd made have been easier to resist? Would I have been a stronger young woman, stand up for myself and my beliefs? Or, would I have turned away, in the direction of so many of my peers?

I wasn't ready for you to go, but who was? There's no doubt in my mind that you were ready. You'd lived your life in such a way that you were ready at any time. Patience, long-suffering, charity, one of the sweetest spirits ever to grace this world. I daresay we were undeserving of your light in our lives.

I know you are saving a place for us, and so I pray each and every day that we will live up to the potential you see in us. The potential that our Father knows we are capable of.

I'm not ready to go, but thanks to the time I spent in your loving arms, I'm that much closer to you..


At dinner today, I had a roll that looked (and tasted) exactly like the kind she used to serve at her house. Store-bought with the flour on top. At a Chinese-American restaurant named T-Bone. I always seem to remember her when I need her the most. Is that her way of encouraging me to move on and to be better? I like to think so.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Alternative Energy..

I doubt any of you outside of Utah have heard about this, but I am a pround citizen of a city who has made a huge step in the direction to help with the energy crisis around here. That's right, in October of last year, Spanish Fork City welcomed 9 new wind turbines for alternative wind energy. The specs? Well..

Suzlon S-88
Over 290 feet tall
Three 145 foot fiberglass blades
115,000 lbs of steel and fiberglass
At peak functioning, they generate enough energy to power approximately 1,200 homes.

Why are there windmills in the middle of Utah, you say? Well, Spanish Fork is known statewide for it's winds, thanks to our beautiful canyon. And that is precisely where the turbines are located. This provides nearly 14 hours of energy producing power, mostly during the morning and evening hours.

Nine turbines is nowhere near enough to power Utah, but that is not their purpose just yet. Whatever they can generate right now, makes it possible for the city to not use the expensive natural gas alternative.

How much do they cost? Shipping, equipment, and maintenance of each is around $3 Million.. I'm not sure on the specifics, but the energy generated by these more than compensates for the one-time cost.

So, what's not to love? Apparently, the city had quite the uproar by locals complaining of noise, dizzy spells, and "not being able to take a walk in my own neighborhood" .. REALLY? I didn't believe them at first, so Cody and I drove up to take a look. Noise? We had to be well within Trespassing bounds to hear anything. Dizzy spells? Maybe, if you're looking straight up at them. Again, they'd have to be right beneath the turbines for this complaint to make any sense. And taking a walk in your own neighborhood? Thanks to the fact that the land housing the new turbines used to be a mining operation, their neighborhood would have to be within a few blocks for them to be able to even see them enough for it to be an issue.

Forget the fact that they are complaining that they would have never moved here had they known about the turbines being put in. So, we're supposed to stop our plans because you didn't read into the city you were buying a home in? This has been in the works for years and we were finally able to get the funding.

My point is, I am very excited about these things. I'm hoping that more states (or even cities) will follow suit because there's no end to the possibilities once we can unite in using more of our unlimited resources. I'M A TURBINE-HUGGER! Proof? Here ya go, that's me, hugging one of the wind turbines. Look how small I am! I am a small person, but that's ridiculous!

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

a fighting chance, finale

A week passed, and Jeff still hadn’t heard from Kathleen. After spending the entire time beating himself up over everything he’d done, it was a welcomed break when he saw her best friend Sandy at the local gas station. Sandy immediately made eye-contact with Jeff, confirming his suspicions that she had planned on seeing him there. She motioned for him to follow her as she headed for a small table by the restrooms.
“Hey, Sandy. What’s up? How is she?”
“Hello, Jeff. She’s conflicted, to be honest. She spent that whole night convincing herself that she was done. But when you came there, she fell right back into your trap.”
“Has she said anything to you about her decision? How close is she?”
“Look, what I came here to say is that unless you are planning on making some big changes, I don’t want to hear about you being anywhere near my best friend or even speaking to her. As far as I’m concerned, she should have left you a long time ago. She is better off without you and would be much happier.”
An awkward silence ensued as Jeff wracked his brain for something to say. Something to get his one hope to be on his side. He knew that if Sandy was against it, Kath would never come back to him. In the same way, if Sandy could be convinced, he might actually have a fighting chance.

“Sandy… I don’t know what I can say to prove to you that I am a changed man. This whole thing has been so eye-opening for me; I’ve never seen so clearly. I know what I need to do now, and I would give anything to have her back so I can show her what’s happened to me. I just need one more chance, and I’ll fix everything.”
Sandy eyed him for what seemed like forever, then finally let a small smile creep across her stern lips.
“Jeff, you have no idea the power you have over her. She loves you more than she should, and I can see where she’s coming from now. Don’t get your hopes up, but from what I can see, I think you might just be able to pull it off. It’s all on you if she decides to come back to you. You have years of ground to cover, so don’t get lazy.”
Fighting the lump in his throat, he nodded and thanked Sandy for talking to him. Again in a daze, he made his way back to his apartment to continue his wait.

---

Jeff’s phone vibrated on his nightstand and he grabbed it before waking Ruthann. Her eyelashes fluttered, but stayed closed as she sighed deeply, back into her dreams. Jeff brushed her hair from her face, then continued getting ready for work. Stepping out of the room, he smiled at the text message from an old friend ..

“We still on for lunch, J? -Kath”

Before heading out the door, Jeff knelt beside Ruthann and whispered in her ear then kissed her softly on her forehead. She wouldn’t remember what he’d said, but he hoped it would affect her dreams. He’d noticed that the dreams she recalled to him were more pleasant on the days he’d taken the extra time to kiss her goodbye. He silently thanked his old friend for giving him the advice the night before his wedding, as well as many other words he’d kept close to his heart.

As Jeff made his way to work, he couldn’t believe it’d been three years since he’d decided not to let Kath come back to him. The subject would undoubtedly come up at lunch that day, but they’d gone over it before.

---

Jeff heard Kath’s car pull up to his apartment as he finished his grilled cheese sandwich at the kitchen table. He quickly wiped the table top and his mouth as her steps got closer to his door. He wasn’t sure what he would say, but knew that he had to say it. Her soft knock came, followed by her sweet voice.

“Jeff? Is it ok if I come in?” She carefully opened the door, awaiting his answer.
“Of course, have a seat.”
She sat with her hands in her lap, quickly followed by her contagious grin brightening up the room.
“Hi Jeff…H-how are you doing?”
“I’m ok. There’s something I need to say, Kath. And I need you to hear me out and try to understand.”
“You got it, I’m all ears..” Though unsure of what was to come, Kathleen slid closer to him.

Jeff took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. He willed himself to pick the right words, to make her understand.
“Kath, when I first saw you at Sandy’s party, I knew I would never be the same. I knew that I had to make you part of my life. You were so beautiful, I couldn’t believe you’d made eye contact with me. Three years later, and you’re the same. The same amazing, loving, forgiving woman who somehow found it in her heart to forgive someone who doesn’t deserve it..”
“Jeff, please..”
“You are the same woman I fell in love with three years ago. You still love taking pictures of the leaves in the fall. You still love watching couples looking at wedding rings at the mall. You still love waking up early on winter mornings to watch the snow fall. You’re still you. Beautiful Kathleen.”
Averting his eyes, Jeff continued to ramble on about what he loved about her. Kath reached her hand to rest on his, forcing him to look into her questioning eyes.
“You are the same, I’m the one who has changed. I am not the man you met at that party. I do love you, with all of my heart. But until I can treat you like the queen that you are, I don’t think we should be together. I’ve done a lot of thinking over these past few weeks..”
“Jeff, what are you saying? I’ve already made my decision! I know you’ve changed! I can see it, I know you will do better..”
“..and I’ve realized that making these changes while you suffer isn’t right. That’s not how it should be, you should have the finished product, who treats you like you should be..”
“…what about all of the progress you’ve made? I can’t just move on from you. You are the one I want, I don’t understand why you’re doing this, Jeff!”
“It’s the best thing for both of us. It will be hard, but soon you will realize it too. I’m sorry, but we have to move on to better things. Maybe we will get together again someday, but now is not our time. I’m sorry..”

By this time, Kath was shaking and sobbing with a death grip on Jeff’s left hand. With his right hand, Jeff tucked her hair behind her ears and pulled her to his chest. After multiple whispered apologies and holding her, Jeff listened as she shuffled her way to her car. The silence was deafening as Jeff tapped his thumbs on his knees. The rising temperature was too much for him as he finally snapped.
“I’M SORRY! I CAN’T DO THIS TO YOU ANYMORE!” Jeff slammed his left hand on the coffee table, instantly feeling the release of pressure in his head. Jeff felt his phone vibrate as he set his head in his hands. Fighting the urge to throw it out the window, he read the words from his sister he’d most needed.. “You’re doing the right thing..for both of you, Jeff. Remember that.”

---

“Can I find you a table, sir?” A friendly hostess smiled brightly as he walked into the local café.
“I’m actually meeting someone, thank you.”
Finally seeing Kath’s jet black hair, Jeff made his way to the booth toward the back. He slid into his seat across from her and inhaled deeply.
“Still using Wal-Mart lotion, I see?”
“Yeah, and? That’s what happens when you’re putting your husband through law school! .. It’s good to see you, Jeff.”
“It’s good to see you too, Kath. So, what’s going on that’s so important?”
Jeff noticed an instant change in Kathleen’s color. Blushing?
“Are you kidding me? All I had to do is see your face! When are you due?”
Laughing without shame, the small café was filled suddenly with her infectious giggles. He could tell she was fighting the urge to punch him in the arm, and smiled outwardly at her effort.
“In April. You always could read my expressions, Jeff. So, what do you think?”
“Seriously? I’m ecstatic for you! Do you know what you’re having yet?”
Jeff listened as Kath recalled every detail of the morning she’d taken the at-home pregnancy test. He laughed out loud as she told about the cheesy things her husband had done when he’d found out. Though he’d once felt differently, he knew that they were perfect for each other. It was more evident now that he’d seen the glow she emitted.
After seeing Kathleen safely off in her car, Jeff made his way back to work. Though he wasn’t sure what the future held for Ruthann and their life together, Jeff felt comfort in knowing that he would have an old friend to help him in the right direction.

With her help, he would have a fighting chance of holding onto the angel he had in his life.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

a fighting chance, part four

He didn’t even wait for the consequence of what he’d done. After babbling his apologies, he’d wandered through the streets, searching for a rewind button. Fumbling with his phone instead, he dialed his older sisters number. As the tone lead to her calm and familiar voicemail, he realized how late it actually was.

“Sarah.. Ah I’m sorry it’s so late. It will probably be morning before you actually get this, but I could really use some of that older-sister-wisdom of yours right now. I messed up ..pretty bad, actually. It’s Kath. I think we’re done and it’s all my fault. Just, just give me a call when you get this, ok? I uh, love you, sis.” He ended the call as he ascended the steps to his cramped apartment on the third floor.
---

Jeff felt his phone vibrating on his bedside table, snapping him awake from his memory. Almost falling out of his bed, he grabbed his phone, flipped it open, and snapped what resembled a greeting.

“Jeff? It’s Sarah. Are you ok?”
“Oh, hey. What’s up?”
“Well, I just got your voicemail .. What happened last night?”
Relaying the evening happenings to Sarah, Jeff began to understand just what he’d done. He’d gone over the events of last night a hundred times in his head, but putting them into words while having his dear sister actually listen somehow made it all clear.
“Jeff, you’ve crossed a line that would make most women run. I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you this, but to betray her trust in this way is something that couples rarely recover from. And that’s if things don’t end immediately. I hate to be the mean big sister, but what happened last night will probably remain with Kathleen for the rest of her life, whether or not you two patch things up. Are you starting to get what I’m telling you?”
“Of course I am. Don’t you think I’ve been thinking about this every minute since? All I can see is her face, avoiding my eyes, shrinking away from me like I was some kind of monster! But she’s all I have, she’s everything to me..”
“As far as I can see, you’ve done all you can. The ball’s in her court now so you’ll just have to wait it out. Call me when you hear back from her, ok?”

Sunday, May 3, 2009

a fighting chance, part three

“Time? Oh.. Right. You’re right. I’ll tell you what, you think things over and give me a call in a few days. Is there anything I can do for you right now?”

Jeff sensed his victory slipping away as she continued to stare into the bedspread. He willed her to look at him with those emerald daggers, but only received her sullen whisper in response.

“No. I’m fine, really. Send Brock up on your way out, please. I’ll call you.”

Words failed him as he slowly made his way to her door. What more could he say to help her make the right decision? Or would returning to him be the right decision? For the first time, he considered the possibility that Kathleen might actually be better off without him.

“I love you, no matter what happens, Kath..” he barely felt the whisper leave his lips as the cold door knob turned in his hand. Before he realized, he was down the flight of stairs and on the street, nodding to Brock as he searched for a cab.

Once back at his apartment, Jeff began to feel the lack of sleep in his limbs. Foregoing a much needed shower, he was lulled to sleep by the familiar sirens and barking dogs. Two short hours later, Jeff woke from a fitful sleep. Unable to fall back to sleep, he lost himself to visions of his downfall only 24 hours before.

--
“Why were you talking to Brad today, Kath?”
“Why are you looking through my cell phone calls, Jeff?”
“Don’t answer a question with another question .. That doesn’t help your situation.”
“And what’s the situation? I shouldn’t have to explain why I spoke with an old friend for five whole minutes anyway.”
“You do when I ask you to. Why don’t you respect me enough to stay away from other guys?”
“Respect has nothing to do with it! I shouldn’t have to clear it with you when I want to catch up with a friend on the phone! Why are you so bent on catching me cheating on you? I‘ve never been dishonest with you!”
“Because you’re obviously not happy with me ..”
“What makes you think I’m not happy with you?! If I was unhappy with you, if I didn’t love you, I wouldn’t be here! Why can’t you get that through your thick skull? Do you really think that I would put up with half of what you do if I didn’t love you this much?”
And though she meant every word sincerely, all Jeff had heard that she put up with him.
“Just where do you get off telling me that you put up with me?! What have I ever done that you’ve had to put up with?”
“Tonight is the perfect example, Jeff. My best friend just broke off a two year relationship with a total psycho and I can’t even offer emotional support because you are convinced that I am going to cheat on you with every guy I speak to!”
“Brad has been into you from the very beginning! His ex was just a way to get closer to you. It’s all very convenient..”
“Shut up! Why is everything a conspiracy to you? No one is out to get you or to take me away from you! I’m so sick of talking you down from things like this! I … I don’t know who I am anymore. And it’s all because of you! You and I are different people and it’s all thanks to your paranoia!”
“Now, Kath.. Just wait. What are you saying?” Jeff’s anger rose up in his throat too large for him to swallow.
“I’m saying I can’t take it one more minute, Jeff. I don’t deserve it and I’m standing up for myself. Finally!”
Before Jeff knew what was happening, he had Kath pinned against the door in an attempt to keep her in the room, her wrists raised high above her head. The expression on her face had turned from resilient anger to complete fear. Her eyes were watering as she shrieked, “Jeff, what the hell are you doing? You’re hurting me, let go!”
“No one leaves me! Do you hear me? NO ONE!”
Ripping her hands free, Kath shoved Jeff’s shoulders back and shouted, “Get over yourself and let me go. I don’t care how many hours of therapy it takes, I never want to see you again!”
As his left hand made contact with her cheek, he knew he’d gone too far.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

why me..

when I get offers that are insults to the work he's done,
when I get dumped on with things I know nothing about,
when faxes don't work,
when the coughing persists,
when the sun makes my car too hot,
when my nail polish chips,
and when people are unnecessarily rude,

I still have St. Paddy's Day and my favorite, wonderful color GREEN.



Wishing everyone a happy and safe St. Patrick's Day, even if life is determined to ruin it for you.

Monday, March 9, 2009

a fighting chance, part two

Kathleen was already sitting Indian-style at the head of her bed when Jeff looked up from carefully closing the door. She had messily pulled up her ebony hair and washed her face in an attempt to look less disheveled, but Jeff knew she felt otherwise. She didn’t make eye-contact with him, visibly gathering her composure.

“Kath ..are you alright? Can I get you something?”

“I’m fine, Jeff. What did you want?”

Jeff slowly eased onto the foot of the bed, careful not to disrupt her covers. He moved to cover her hand with his, but was immediately denied as Kath put her hand in her lap.

“I just wanted to make sure you were ok and make sure you understand how truly sorry I am. I left you five or ten messages..”

“I got them. I just .. I really think it’s over, Jeff. Your temper has always come between us and I’m tired of waiting for it to get better. I’m just tired.”

Jeff traced the roses on the bedspread as he listened to Kath tell him that it was over. The man in him wanted to just kiss her hard and move on, but he knew she didn’t work that way.

“I guess I was just waiting for the time when you would lose it, and you did. I know I’m to blame..”

“No, Kath. None of this is your fault. You’re right, I let my anger get the best of me.”

“You did. Your inability to control your rage is just …ridiculous.”

“Don’t you think what we have is worth fighting for? Don’t you think what we have is something?”

“We do, Jeff. We did, anyway.”

His mind went to the many nights he’d spent holding her trembling shoulders during her parents divorce six months earlier. How could he expect to win her heart when it still grasped the relationship she felt was inevitable for them?

“So, what do you say? Can we work it out?”

This time, he succeeded in holding her hand in his, stroking her fingers one-by-one. She closed her eyes, remembering the warmth of his bed during her last night there. She’d felt complete relaxation as he held her until leaving for work the next morning.

Jeff watched Kath recalling memory after memory, and knew he was closer to winning her back. He’d taken her devotion for granted, and now ached to have the whole of it back. The lines between her eye brows were relaxing, and her breathing was becoming more regular. Tasting his victory, Jeff’s heartbeat began slowing as well. Kath eased her hand out from under his and gently prodded her swollen cheek.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

a fighting chance, part one

Jeff rang the doorbell for the third time, rubbing his callused hands against his worn jeans. The early fall weather had put a damper on more than his construction work, but he was willing to work at the problems Kathleen and he had been having together.

“Come on, Kath..” he said aloud without realizing. With his rising temper, he fought to keep her beautiful face in his thoughts. Her soothing touch, her soft green eyes, her infectious laugh, her perfume ..

“She’s not coming down, Durell.”

Jeff’s stomach dropped as Kathleen’s older brother stepped out from the alley and stood behind him. He’d known he was being followed since leaving his apartment that morning. He could smell Brock Thomas’ coffee and almost laughed out loud after the third block to Kathleen’s apartment.

“I thought I smelled your java back there, Brock. Hard time keeping up?”

“She doesn’t want to see you, Durell. What did you expect after last night? I have half a mind ..”

Resuming his cool façade, Jeff stepped down from the door to meet Brock at eye level. Keeping his voice down would be important, but the smirk on Brock’s face was beginning to get to him.

“Really, Brock. I just want to speak with her. I can’t even begin to explain last night, but I just need to talk to her. I don’t want to lose ..”

Hearing her window sliding open, Jeff stopped mid-sentence to inspect the damage. Jeff could see that Kath had been crying, it was fairly evident at first glance. Next up was the purple-red color of her left cheek. Another stomach-drop occurred when Kath avoided eye-contact with him.

“It’s alright, Brock. Let him up.”

Before Brock could turn around, Jeff had side-stepped him and was half-way up the steps. Kath’s door was propped open by a pillow from her bed he recognized to be one he’d given her. Taking a deep breath, he stepped into her bedroom and prepared for the firing squad..

Monday, February 23, 2009

There's No Place Like Home..

The hubby and I had the opportunity to travel to Southern California for three days last week and it was great! Now I find that I am torn ..

Calfornia was warm, sunny (for two of the days), and just refreshing. At one point in the trip, I admitted to myself that I could imagine living there. We saw many nicer cars, including a VW Phaeton (very rare!) and two Bentley's. The weather was very nice. I could definitely see myself spending at least the winter months there, away from the slick roads and blizzards. Besides the fact that we could never afford it, who wouldn't want to live in this paradise?

On the other hand, California helped me appreciate Utah that much more. For one thing, the traffic was insane. And it wasn't the drivers, just the amount of cars. There are so many people in that area, it's just congested all the time. I'm sure that if we had grown up there, we would be used to it and wouldn't even notice.. But boy, did we notice! Secondly, we were there during February, there's no telling how I would handle the sweltering months, even in a beach city. I've always loved the four seasons here in Utah, and I know now that I wouldn't trade our crisp autumn days or watching the snow fall gently on Christmas morning.

Which brings me to my next option .. We are definitely considering getting a timeshare in the future in that area. Spending a few weeks there during the year is very doable, and we wouldn't be paying too much for it either! Well, it won't be cheap, that's for sure, but it will be worth it. Now, to end on a good note..

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

happy anniversary..

rolling over, I watch you sleep.
your chest rising and falling
as you rest your fevered head.

three years. amazing, right?
considering us, I think so.

my mind falls back to this night three years ago
holding your hand as you chose our playlist.
jack, rascal flatts, clapton.
so full of hope and love..

what happened?
I'm not the same,
but neither are you.
what was the catalyst?

too soon. too young.
but we can grow
together.

I may not be certain
that I would choose this again.
but would I still kiss you?
hold you? laugh? love you?

only God knows,
but I do love you

more than I ever thought I could.

happy anniversary, love.

feelings

why didn't you act on yours?
goodness knows I could have acted on mine
what would have been different?

she's beautiful, she really is
but all I care is that you're happy.
it doesn't matter how pretty she is
if she doesn't treat you right.

I guess I'm jealous, is that awful of me?
because really, that's the only way
I can explain these feelings.

I will get over this
but I do wish, with all my heart that

you had acted on them.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Next Installment

Throwing the offers next to the paper shredder, my phone began ringing next to the table.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Kate?"

"Yeah, who is this?"

"It's Michael. How are you doin'?"

"M-Michael? Wow... I'm good. H-How are you?"

"I'm great, Kate. Listen, I'm moving back to town here in a few days. I was wondering if you might be able to meet somewhere and catch up tonight."

"Oh, sure! Moving back to good ole Franklin, huh? I mean, that sounds great. What did you have in mind?"

"Well, how about we meet at the coffee shop and go from there?"

"That sounds wonderful," Wonderful? Really?! "Uh, what time did you want to meet?"

I could hear that smile in his voice, "How does 6:30 sound? Then we can grab a bite too."

"That sounds great. I'll see you then, Michael."

"Okay, see ya."

Click. In the course of the phone call, I had managed to open every piece of mail on the table. Catching my breath, I began to calm down and absorb who had just called me. Michael. Michael Boyle. I caught the smile on my face in the mirror in the bathroom and quickly removed it while inspecting my appearance. My color was looking a little better, now that the days were getting longer. I had been getting more sun and didn't look quite as pasty. Lack of sleep the last few nights hadn't helped the hint of grayness beneath my eyes, but that was nothing a little makeup couldn't fix.

Oh, who am I kidding? I haven't had a decent nights sleep for years! How can I show my face with Michael...he can see right through my facade.

Remembering back, I could recall every conversation we'd had on the back of his old green Ford pickup. Every crush that had been discussed, every evil teacher out to get us. I had shared everything with Michael. He was my best friend. But I would never have admitted that my heart jumped at the sound of his voice. Or the fact that no one had been able to understand me like he had. Admitting those things would be risking the perfect relationship I'd had with him, and that was not something I was prepared to do. We'd both been interested in history, but differed in my musical endeavors and his defensive spot on the varsity soccer team. After graduation, we had headed off in different directions and continued emailing and calling for weekly updates. Weekly updates changed to monthly, monthly turned to once a semester, and then stopped altogether. There was no "falling out" or disagreement. It was just understood that we were busy and that we would catch up "next week". By the time Ambrose and I had decided on a date to be married, he had moved out of his dorms and his parents said he had moved in with a girlfriend. Not wanting to interrupt, I had just sent his parents an invite, assuming they would inform him, and called it good. Now, after six years of nothing, Michael had tracked down my number to drop back into my life again.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

First installment of my story..

I don't have a title yet, but I'm working on it! Let me know what ya'll think ..


Tap, tap, tap. I glanced across the waiting room, inwardly pleading that the nervous young man would have noticed my looks and ceased his finger tapping. No such luck. After deciding against chucking the lamp beside me in his direction, I looked up to Joyce at the front desk.

"What time do you have, Joyce?"

"It's 11:05, Kate. Dr. Stevens shouldn't be very much longer; her new ten o'clock is running a little late."

"Thank you, Joyce... How is your son doing, by the way? Still going to school here in town?"

"Yes, Kevin is doing fine, thank you."

She cleared her throat. All right, I can take a hint. Sensitive subject? She resumed her typing with her soft brown eyes squinted at the screen. I had been coming to this office for two years now, and her hair, squeaky black heels, and pastel knitted sweaters hadn't changed one big. The rhythm of her typing was soothing to me after so long, and I found I could sense her mood depending on the speed. She may not have felt the same relaxation from my presence, but Joyce Kinders approval was the least of my worries.

Finally, Dr. Stevens petite silhouette turned my attention from Joyce as Mr. Ten O'clock made his way gingerly out of her office. After shaking her hand, he quickly stuffed his hands into his pockets and began his slow, steady stride to his faded blue Ford Tempo downstairs. I watched him take a deep breath before starting his car; their session was definitely his first. Don't worry, it gets better.

Taking this as my signal, I quickly stood and slid into my chair in her office to begin our weekly "therapy" session. Keeping good hopes for some improvement was something I felt at the start of each meeting, but I knew that all depended on my cooperation and mood.

"Kate, how are you doing today? How was your week?" Finally shutting the door as well as dulling the late morning drum session, Dr. Stevens clicked her way to her seat behind her large desk. She had worn her strawberry hair down today, but the elastic around her left wrist would undoubtedly be used by the end of the day. Temperatures would be much too high for her to withstand her long hair on her shoulders and neck.

"Oh, you know. Same old. My mother called this morning."

"Did she? Well, did you have a nice chat?"

"She was worried about me. Big shocker... I don't know why it's so hard for her to just.."

----

She had called at 7:30 ... She knew I would still be asleep, but who knows what really went on in her head anyway. I tried to be civil, I really did.

"Hello?"

"Hi, dear. It's me, your mother. Are you feeling alright? You sound awful..."

"Nice to hear from you, Mom. It's early, is there something I can help you with?"

"Well, no. Kit, I'm just worried about you, is all. We were hoping you could have been able to make it yesterday. You know, Tads birthday."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry about that. I meant to call, is he there?"

"Well, no. He's gone off to work now. I'll have him call you when he gets home. Kate, are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes, Mom. Now, please try calling me later on in the day. You know I don't get up this early."

"Oh, of course! I'm sorry about that, I don't know where my head is this morning! Heaven forbid ... Now, if you're sure..."

"Yeah. I'll talk to you later, okay? Love ya."

"Oh, love you too, dear. Make this a good day."

"Bye, Mom."

"Toodles!"

---

"Kate? I asked why you didn't go to your brothers birthday dinner."

Snapping away from my daydream, I cleared my throat and began to run through the possible excuses. I knew where this was going, and I didn't really want to go into it.

"Well, I don't hate my family, if that's what you're getting at..."

"Of course not, Kate. You had yesterday off, so I know you weren't working."

"You know how everything is such short notice with those people."

"Your family? I thought you had all of their birthdays memorized..."

"I do. I do, but that's not the point. They just expect me to drop everything on the spot. I just... I just don't have time. It's not like my dad was there either."

"Kate, don't change the subject to your father. I'm sure Tad wanted you there, but he can't blame your dad for you not being there. That doesn't change anything either, all you can do now is deal with Tad. What did you do last night?"

"I went out for a drink with Tessa. She's been trying to get me out meeting guys, but I just can't. So, we just had two beers at Malloy's then I headed home for the night. I was watching the news, and there was a robbery turned murder a few nights ago."

"Oh, Kate. I thought you decided not to watch the news anymore. And after you'd been drinking? We've been making good progress lately..."

"I know. I thought so too, that's why I thought it would be okay to just watch the weather." I took a deep breath. I knew she would ask me to continue, so I prepared myself and got started before she could ask. "I saw his face..." The face I've been trying so hard to let go. "When I went to bed, he was there, lying in his spot. I talked to him again. I begged him to leave me alone in peace, to move on with my life." I had cried as well, but didn't feel that needed to be brought up.

"Kate, getting your feelings out is very healthy. Crying is normal, given your situation. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. You may not have been raised to believe that, but it's true. Did you get any sleep?"

"Probably four to five hours. Not bad, but I would've gotten more if it hadn't been for my mother. I really messed up with Tad, didn't I?"

"Don't be so hard on yourself. You have some catching up to do, but you can do it. I don't think he's given up on you." He's always been the forgiving one.

"I'll give him a call tonight sometime."

"What about work? Didn't you say you wanted to go back to school here pretty soon?"

"I've just been saving up my money for tuition. It will probably be next year, but I'm definitely doing it. Hair design can only take me so far..."

"Your job does give you a steady paycheck though, so you need to count your blessings. I'm glad you were able to get promoted to management last year."

"Yeah, me too. I would've had to get rid of the house had I stayed with the tips and minimum I was making before. That was the motivation, it was our dream house..." The tears threatened and I turned my head to recover my composure before it was too late. I choked out a laugh, "I've been working too hard saving for the tuition actually. I've been thinking about taking some time off to get away..."

Dr. Stevens jumped so high, she nearly fell out of her seat. "That's it! You haven't had time off since the funeral! You've been saving those personal days for years, it's time you got to go somewhere." She frantically began searching through her organized mess, finally coming up for air with some travel brochures. She unloaded her arms on her desk, beckoning me closer.

"I have a few time shares, they're locations are in here somewhere. If any of them sound good to you, no questions asked, they're yours. My travel agent is amazing, so just look through those and let me know if I can help you with anything. Kate?"

My eyes had been drawn to a brochure advertising a history tour in Boston. For all the love of history I had always had, I had never been able to make it to the east coast. Rich with heritage, I was kicking myself for never having been there. "Uh, yes. I'll let you know. Thanks for all the help and ... materials, Dr. Stevens." I gathered everything up, made my way out of her office and shuffled down to my car.

Looking at my trusty old Golf, my mind wandered back to when Ambrose had purchased it for me. He had gotten it for a bargain for our two year anniversary and was just in time to cheer me up after a hard decision had been made. We had decided against having children for a few years, and even though I was glad for more time as a couple, I had needed some persuasion.

---

"We have plenty of time, Kit. Just think how awesome it will be to do our East-Coast tour without a rug-rat to look after."

"Nice, Ambrose. I'm glad you see our future children as rodents!"

"You know that's just an expression. Come on, how about a new car? You just need a change of scenery."

Reluctantly, I accepted his offer. But I couldn't shake the possibility that we might not, in face, have "plenty of time".

---

Pulling into my driveway, I realized I had completely blanked out the 10 miles between the office and my house. Nice, Kate. I hope you didn't take out any old ladies on the way here. Giving my car a once over to be sure, I headed over to get the mail and go inside. It was officially Spring, but the remnants of the long Winter were still clinging to my home in Franklin, Nebraska. It was windy days like this that I was grateful for the small garage that Ambrose had been so insistent in having. His prized spare parts still lined the sides; I had been planning on selling everything to his fellow enthusiasts but hadn't gotten far. Blocking the smell of diesel oil, I stepped into the kitchen to be welcomed by the familiar scent of home.

We had bought it on a whim; the market was great and the price was right. The house had been a little big, but we knew we would be growing into it sooner or later. After my first worse nightmare had happened, my next threatened to come true as the bills began racking up and creditors seemed to have me on speed dial. However, thanks to my promotion and a little boost from Ambrose great aunt Cathy, I was able to stay in our dream home for the time being.

I tossed the brochures on the table and began sifting through the mail. I counted a total of three credit card offers for Ambrose... Each envelope reading You're Pre-Approved!

"Ha! Really? I doubt that!" I screamed. My fingers went to my lips, silencing them. My eyes shifted from one side of the kitchen to the other, almost in search of judging eyes, finding none. Talking to credit card companies, Kate? Give me a break.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Preparation..

The town we live in has been doing some construction on one of the two outlets to the freeway. Besides just being frustrated with the traffic, we've realized that a lot of the congestion could've been prevented had they worked to prepare better detours.

In the middle of these changes, we've also been dealing the limited space in our home due to the recent renovations on our kitchen.

Before doing our kitchen, we had taken out our bedroom closet to make room for a new back door in the laundry room, on the other side of our room. At the time, this didn't seem like a bad idea because the second bedroom has a bigger closet anyway. Little did we realize that we both had more clothes than we originally thought.

While criticizing the city for their lack of organization, I didn't realize that if we had planned ahead, we could have prevented the congestion in our own home. Our fridge and dishes have been in the front room, and our food has been in the computer room, leaving television viewing and relaxing for the bedroom. Being in such tight quarters, we have been very short with each other, so you can imagine my excitement for this renovation to be finished.

Prepare for everything.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Kath and Kim..

I know it's probably the dumbest thing ever, but I really enjoy this show. It's in my Thursday show line-up before The Office and 30 Rock, so I figured I might as well just watch it. Just to clarify, Kath is Kim's mother and Craig is Kim's new husband. My favorite part so far involved this conversation:

Kim: Is it fixed yet, Craig? Is it? Did you fix it? Is it fixed yet?
Craig: Kim! Scientists took like a billion ka-jillion years to discover cable, ok? I can't just understand it in two seconds.
Kim: I should've married Tommy Conklin. He installs car stereos at Walmart. He totally gets wires and stuff.
Craig: Go marry Tommy Conklin, Kim! Have fun, because he has a bent-over ear, ok? So, have fun with that, it's crazy lookin'.
Kath: That's very unattractive..
Craig: Yeah, my ears are perfect. I'm constantly getting compliments on them. Constantly. It's irritating. It's like, I get it. I have good ears, leave me alone!

I love moments like this in shows.. I just have giggle-fits. Anyway, these three shows are pretty much the only ones that I try to keep up with when they're actually on the air. I love lots of other shows, but I can't always watch them so I have to wait to watch them online later. Thursday night is my show night. The end. I LOVE IT!

Edit: I plan on posting some of my real writing after I switch this to invitation-only here in a week or two. I have a lot to put on here, so get excited!! (or not)

Thursday, January 1, 2009

new blog for us..

Alright ... I started this blog in an attempt to have a place to post my writings. When I hit some writers block, I switched this over to an update site for Cody and I. Now that my writers block is gone (hopefully), I'm switching this back to a writing blog, mmkay?

I have created a new blog for updates (webbchronicles.blogspot.com) So, if you have been checking this site solely for updates on our crazy life, please refer to the new blog.

I also have a photo-blog (sepiatonelovin12.blogspot.com). If you are interested in reading my attempts at being a writer or viewing my photographs, please let me know via comment or email (alexithymia12@gmail.com) before February 1, 2009.*I will be making these two blogs "by invitation only" affective February 1, 2009* This is just to make sure I don't get plagerized, not that I'm too worried that someone would want to steal my stuff. My writing will commence at that point in time.

Thank you everyone!