So work has been a bit crazy, which has made my life a bit crazy.
Which means I've been bouncing from home visit to home visit, angry phone call to angry phone call, and meeting to meeting. And then I just come home watch Netflix and try to sleep (but not because I'm thinking about work).
So this past week on my way back from a home visit I glanced at the ground, so I would not slip on ice, as I hurried myself to a meeting with my boss. Which is when I caught a glimpse of my feet. I thought to myself "these shoes look weird". "No really my feet look really weird in this shoes". "I hate these shoes". "Wait are my shoes on the wrong feet?!" "No, I would have noticed earlier".
I kept walking and thinking that I needed to get rid of my shoes (gold flats) because of how weird they made my feet look. Now I wear these shoes (that my mom gave me) because they are too big for me, which means I can wear my wool socks with them. Then I decided to check the bottom of my shoe. And yes, they were on the wrong feet. I had had them on for over four hours and hadn't even felt that there was something wrong. Plus I had been to someone's house where my feet were on display and I pray they hadn't noticed.
So I did what any normal person wearing their shoes on the wrong feet would do, and scampered into the stair well, all the while checking to see if anyone could see me. I switched the shoes as fast as possible and continued on with my day.
I walked into the meeting and my boss says "How are you?!" and I responded "Well I just found out that I had my shoes on the wrong feet all day, but other than that I'm fine." He responded "It's been that kind of a week hasn't it?!".
Friday, January 24, 2014
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Ms. Englund if You're Nasty
I took my time to change my name when I got married. Like four months time. I really didn't want to, but I felt like it's what I was supposed to do and I thought Nate wanted it. So I did.
I gave myself a year to get used to the name. But it didn't feel right. So I gave myself another year, but then I decided, if it doesn't feel right, then what am I waiting for?
So today I went down to Social Security and changed my name back. They only needed my marriage certificate and it took less than 5 minutes (minus the wait time to be called to the window).
Then I went to the bank. The old woman could not understand why I would ever want to change my name back if I wasn't getting a divorce. She told me I would need to get court documentation of the name change. I decided that I would just close out the accounts and reopen one once I had my new driver's license.
I went to the DMV and was told I needed court documents as well. I asked the lady "So I'm going to drive under a name that isn't my legal name?" The lady working next to her with a mullet answered "Oh it's your legal name!" I replied "It's my name only in Utah. Can I drive with it?". Apparently you can have a different legal name with the federal government and the state government.
Honestly?! You would think Social Security would be the most difficult part. So we looked up how much filing a court documented name change online would be. $360. No joke.
Luckily my husband knows his court systems and knows how to file things so we don't have to hire an attorney.
But I still have to jump the hoops and prove I'm not a sex offender.
I gave myself a year to get used to the name. But it didn't feel right. So I gave myself another year, but then I decided, if it doesn't feel right, then what am I waiting for?
So today I went down to Social Security and changed my name back. They only needed my marriage certificate and it took less than 5 minutes (minus the wait time to be called to the window).
Then I went to the bank. The old woman could not understand why I would ever want to change my name back if I wasn't getting a divorce. She told me I would need to get court documentation of the name change. I decided that I would just close out the accounts and reopen one once I had my new driver's license.
I went to the DMV and was told I needed court documents as well. I asked the lady "So I'm going to drive under a name that isn't my legal name?" The lady working next to her with a mullet answered "Oh it's your legal name!" I replied "It's my name only in Utah. Can I drive with it?". Apparently you can have a different legal name with the federal government and the state government.
Honestly?! You would think Social Security would be the most difficult part. So we looked up how much filing a court documented name change online would be. $360. No joke.
Luckily my husband knows his court systems and knows how to file things so we don't have to hire an attorney.
But I still have to jump the hoops and prove I'm not a sex offender.
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Bread to Feed the Multitude
So we accidentally bought a 50 lb. bag of white flour instead of the 25. How does one buy 50 instead of 25? Well 50 was the only size there, and it seemed like it would fit into our food storage bin.
Well, it doesn't. We've filled up the white flour food storage bin, and the counter flour bin twice and we still have half a bag of flour.
So, I decided to make white bread this week instead of my regular wheat bread. I found a recipe off of pinterest that I've been wanting to try and made it.
I checked the recipe 3 times to insure it only made two loaves. Then I tried to duplicate the recipe. 5 minutes into the 10 minute kneading process, my Kitchen Aid turns off and smoke starts billowing out of all the of openings. Now I don't have a dinky little Kitchen Aid. I have the industrial 6 quart-doesn't fit-under-your-cabinet Kitchen Aid. Luckily after an hour of rest it turned back on.
I took the dough out and kneaded it by hand for another 5 minutes. Put it in the pan and waited for it to double in size (about an hour).
They. Got. HUGE! I'm talking monster bread loaves. And they grew in the oven.
I don't know what happened. They look like embalmed animals to top everything off. At least it tastes good right?
Well, it doesn't. We've filled up the white flour food storage bin, and the counter flour bin twice and we still have half a bag of flour.
So, I decided to make white bread this week instead of my regular wheat bread. I found a recipe off of pinterest that I've been wanting to try and made it.
I checked the recipe 3 times to insure it only made two loaves. Then I tried to duplicate the recipe. 5 minutes into the 10 minute kneading process, my Kitchen Aid turns off and smoke starts billowing out of all the of openings. Now I don't have a dinky little Kitchen Aid. I have the industrial 6 quart-doesn't fit-under-your-cabinet Kitchen Aid. Luckily after an hour of rest it turned back on.
I took the dough out and kneaded it by hand for another 5 minutes. Put it in the pan and waited for it to double in size (about an hour).
They. Got. HUGE! I'm talking monster bread loaves. And they grew in the oven.
Saturday, December 7, 2013
Utah State's Finest
So this past week I had a meeting for work in Salt Lake. I took one of the state vehicles, and was on the road by 7:30 am. Because I travel the furtherest out of everyone in my office, they usually assign me the oldest car (because once the car hits 100,000 they sell it). Which meant I was taking the ford focus.
Ever since I've started working at this job, the focus' battery light has been on. I've told the receptionist and she has emailed the guy in charge of cars at least three times. Since the light is always on in the car, I just thought it was something with this car.
When I started the car it took a few extra seconds to start. Not unusual because the last time I looked at the temperature it was 1 degree.
I started driving and rocking out to the radio, when in American Fork the radio shut off stating "low battery" on the screen. Now I've driven old cars most of my life and know the battery can recharge itself, so I turned off the lights and anything that would drain the battery and kept going.
When I got to Lehi, all of the dash lights came on (ABS, air bags, etc.) including the parking brake. I testing the brake a few times (while on the freeway) to make sure I didn't space it and leave it on. It was off, but the light was on.
When I got to Thanksgiving Point, all of the lights and gauges turned off. I still had the gas and still had brakes, so I decided to continue on to Salt Lake and just go the same speed and as most of the other cars.
Going up the point of the mountain the car started to chug and I knew my time was limited. I got off on the next exit (which felt hundreds of miles away), and tried to plan where I was going to stop. Since I still had control of the gas and brakes, I decided to try and make it to a parking lot.
I came to the stop sign at the bottom of the off ramp, and the car completely shut off. I tried turning it on, but there was nothing. So, I jumped out, cranked the wheel and started pushing. Then I heard "Get in the car and steer!". I turned around to find a man pushing my car. I jumped in and said out loud "Where did he come from?" and steered the car into the shoulder/snow bank. I hopped back out and said "Where did you come from?!" and he said "The car behind you". But there were already people in the car behind me and I said "Thank you!" over my shoulder as I got back into the car. We had pushed the car completely perpendicular to the road.
I called the front desk and the new receptionist had no idea what to do. Another co-worker transferred me to the guy in charge of cars' cell phone, because of course he wasn't in that day. He told me he would "try" to find someone to come pick me up and would get a tow truck.
I called my supervisor and then the guy in charge of the meeting I was supposed to be going to. He told me that another co-worker of mine was coming up from Utah County. I called her and she said she was just leaving Alpine and would swing by on her way. She also told me it was 6 degrees out.
I called the guy in charge of cars to tell him I got a ride and he told me that my stalker co-worker was coming to get me. He said that I needed to stop the stalker from coming. After multiple attempts to contact the stalker at this desk, on his cell, and at the front desk, I gave up (later found out the front desk tracked him down and stopped him).
I sat in the cold for another 30 minutes. Luckily I had my down jacket and wool socks on. But no matter how well dressed you are, when you just sit in the cold, you get cold.
The moment the tow truck called, my co-worker drove up. I frantically tried to tell him where the car was, leave the keys according to his directions (Ok, I'm sorry, the car is dead and not going ANYWHERE, so why hide the keys?!), move the files from one car to the other, and write a note for the highway patrol stating "tow truck enroute" all while my fingers where nearly popsicles.
We made it to the meeting and my adrenaline finally wore off. I did the training for the new workers. I handled an "emergency" situation for a new co-worker as she refused to get off the phone with help desk because she locked herself out of the computer (a family had stopped by to drop off paperwork and just needed copies, yeah not what I would call an emergency either).
I drove my co-worker's car back to American Fork where she told me another co-worker was and would be driving back to Provo. I get there and it turns out she never asked the other co-worker if he could take me and she didn't even know if he was still there. She had me walk into the building she thought he was at and start looking into windows. With no other choice, I did. Luckily as soon as I walked into the building and turned left he was there and he said he could take me.
I spent the next 15 minutes following my co-worker's crappy instructions of where to park her car. With a few choice words I thought I found it. She was bugged when I called her again to make sure I was in the right place.
I had to sit through my ride's meeting and then he took me to Provo. However, he drove from American Fork, back up to the Alpine highway. I thought he knew a short cut, but it halfway there he said "I go this way because it's the only way I know". 20 minutes later we were on the freeway to Provo.
I made it back to work and caught myself up on what I missed. Called my supervisor and gave him updates.
The sad thing of this all is, is crap like this happens to me all the time and I'm starting to get used to it. I was just glad it was me and not a car full of DCFS kids. I'm also glad I can go home to my bed and warm (or slightly warm because I'm cheapskate) apartment and I don't have to sleep in a freezing car.
Ever since I've started working at this job, the focus' battery light has been on. I've told the receptionist and she has emailed the guy in charge of cars at least three times. Since the light is always on in the car, I just thought it was something with this car.
When I started the car it took a few extra seconds to start. Not unusual because the last time I looked at the temperature it was 1 degree.
I started driving and rocking out to the radio, when in American Fork the radio shut off stating "low battery" on the screen. Now I've driven old cars most of my life and know the battery can recharge itself, so I turned off the lights and anything that would drain the battery and kept going.
When I got to Lehi, all of the dash lights came on (ABS, air bags, etc.) including the parking brake. I testing the brake a few times (while on the freeway) to make sure I didn't space it and leave it on. It was off, but the light was on.
When I got to Thanksgiving Point, all of the lights and gauges turned off. I still had the gas and still had brakes, so I decided to continue on to Salt Lake and just go the same speed and as most of the other cars.
Going up the point of the mountain the car started to chug and I knew my time was limited. I got off on the next exit (which felt hundreds of miles away), and tried to plan where I was going to stop. Since I still had control of the gas and brakes, I decided to try and make it to a parking lot.
I came to the stop sign at the bottom of the off ramp, and the car completely shut off. I tried turning it on, but there was nothing. So, I jumped out, cranked the wheel and started pushing. Then I heard "Get in the car and steer!". I turned around to find a man pushing my car. I jumped in and said out loud "Where did he come from?" and steered the car into the shoulder/snow bank. I hopped back out and said "Where did you come from?!" and he said "The car behind you". But there were already people in the car behind me and I said "Thank you!" over my shoulder as I got back into the car. We had pushed the car completely perpendicular to the road.
I called the front desk and the new receptionist had no idea what to do. Another co-worker transferred me to the guy in charge of cars' cell phone, because of course he wasn't in that day. He told me he would "try" to find someone to come pick me up and would get a tow truck.
I called my supervisor and then the guy in charge of the meeting I was supposed to be going to. He told me that another co-worker of mine was coming up from Utah County. I called her and she said she was just leaving Alpine and would swing by on her way. She also told me it was 6 degrees out.
I called the guy in charge of cars to tell him I got a ride and he told me that my stalker co-worker was coming to get me. He said that I needed to stop the stalker from coming. After multiple attempts to contact the stalker at this desk, on his cell, and at the front desk, I gave up (later found out the front desk tracked him down and stopped him).
I sat in the cold for another 30 minutes. Luckily I had my down jacket and wool socks on. But no matter how well dressed you are, when you just sit in the cold, you get cold.
The moment the tow truck called, my co-worker drove up. I frantically tried to tell him where the car was, leave the keys according to his directions (Ok, I'm sorry, the car is dead and not going ANYWHERE, so why hide the keys?!), move the files from one car to the other, and write a note for the highway patrol stating "tow truck enroute" all while my fingers where nearly popsicles.
We made it to the meeting and my adrenaline finally wore off. I did the training for the new workers. I handled an "emergency" situation for a new co-worker as she refused to get off the phone with help desk because she locked herself out of the computer (a family had stopped by to drop off paperwork and just needed copies, yeah not what I would call an emergency either).
I drove my co-worker's car back to American Fork where she told me another co-worker was and would be driving back to Provo. I get there and it turns out she never asked the other co-worker if he could take me and she didn't even know if he was still there. She had me walk into the building she thought he was at and start looking into windows. With no other choice, I did. Luckily as soon as I walked into the building and turned left he was there and he said he could take me.
I spent the next 15 minutes following my co-worker's crappy instructions of where to park her car. With a few choice words I thought I found it. She was bugged when I called her again to make sure I was in the right place.
I had to sit through my ride's meeting and then he took me to Provo. However, he drove from American Fork, back up to the Alpine highway. I thought he knew a short cut, but it halfway there he said "I go this way because it's the only way I know". 20 minutes later we were on the freeway to Provo.
I made it back to work and caught myself up on what I missed. Called my supervisor and gave him updates.
The sad thing of this all is, is crap like this happens to me all the time and I'm starting to get used to it. I was just glad it was me and not a car full of DCFS kids. I'm also glad I can go home to my bed and warm (or slightly warm because I'm cheapskate) apartment and I don't have to sleep in a freezing car.
Saturday, November 2, 2013
This is Halloween
I'm not the biggest Halloween fan. I hate scary movies, I don't like masks, and I think that once you turn 18 you shouldn't have acne and it's NEVER ok to wear costumes to work. The only thing that saves Halloween for me is the candy.
I thought I was going to get away from not celebrating Halloween this year. Nate had class until 8:30 at night, and I planned to work overtime, as not to be home alone. I did however take advantage of the day, and wore a black and white striped shirt that I think isn't business-y enough to wear to work, but considering the lady in the next office over was wearing a giant bee costume, no one would tell me otherwise.
I made sure I left the house looking like no one was home. I went to work. Nate brought doughnuts and went with me to pick up my car from the shop during the middle of the day (the windshield wiper stopped working in the middle of a rain storm on the freeway. I can't make this stuff up!). I thought I would just sneak home and leave the lights off and eat the candy that I had bought.
Well when I came home I found this.
Yes, that is a perfectly unwrapped Reese's in the middle of the bag. Now, normally when food is unwrapped when you buy it you shouldn't eat it, but I took this as a tender mercy that God knew I needed candy at that exact moment without having to unwrap one. And yes, it was delicious.
We had two groups of people stop by. Both had English as a second language and when I opened the door, I opened it to silence. I stood waiting for the regular "Trick-or-Treat!" which didn't come. So I said "Trick-or-Treat!" and they responded "Happy Halloween!" and then I thought "No you're supposed to say Trick-or-Treat and I'm supposed to say Happy Halloween".
Our neighborhood was swarming with kids dressed in costumes, but those were our only Trick-or-Treaters. So I get to eat the rest of my Kit Kats and Reese's.
When we got up the next day, Nate went out to his car to get change to do laundry. This is what he found:
The pumpkin we didn't ask for was smashed and we had to clean it up. To add insult to injury, someone (probably the same group of teenagers, man I sound old) broke into and made a mess of Nate's car. They stole his knife, his bicycle light, and his caffeinated gum that was 3 years old. Not the worst thing that could have happened, but still violating.
Happy Halloween!
I thought I was going to get away from not celebrating Halloween this year. Nate had class until 8:30 at night, and I planned to work overtime, as not to be home alone. I did however take advantage of the day, and wore a black and white striped shirt that I think isn't business-y enough to wear to work, but considering the lady in the next office over was wearing a giant bee costume, no one would tell me otherwise.
I made sure I left the house looking like no one was home. I went to work. Nate brought doughnuts and went with me to pick up my car from the shop during the middle of the day (the windshield wiper stopped working in the middle of a rain storm on the freeway. I can't make this stuff up!). I thought I would just sneak home and leave the lights off and eat the candy that I had bought.
Well when I came home I found this.
Now to the untrained eye it may seem like a nice gift someone gave us. It is/was and the intentions weren't malicious, but the power struggle behind it is years in the making (and I'm not even going to start on that story here).
I left it outside and worried about all the people who had stopped by my house while I was at work because who would leave a jack-o-latern lit outside of their house with real candles and not be home?! So then I hurriedly put the candy in a bowl and look what I found:
We had two groups of people stop by. Both had English as a second language and when I opened the door, I opened it to silence. I stood waiting for the regular "Trick-or-Treat!" which didn't come. So I said "Trick-or-Treat!" and they responded "Happy Halloween!" and then I thought "No you're supposed to say Trick-or-Treat and I'm supposed to say Happy Halloween".
Our neighborhood was swarming with kids dressed in costumes, but those were our only Trick-or-Treaters. So I get to eat the rest of my Kit Kats and Reese's.
When we got up the next day, Nate went out to his car to get change to do laundry. This is what he found:
Happy Halloween!
Saturday, October 19, 2013
"The Business of Being Born"
This movie is a must see for anyone who has/wants to have kids and/or knows someone with a uterus. I gave it 5 stars on Netflix, and that is not something that happens very often.
http://youtu.be/4DgLf8hHMgo
http://youtu.be/4DgLf8hHMgo
Cut it Off and Make Some Guacamole
Six months ago when I went to the dermatologist, he asked to take off a mole on my face. I wasn't ready to let go of it. So for the past 6 months I have been making my peace with my face and the mole. And today, I let go.
Apparently moles that sit in "bad places" can lead to being itchy. One this time sat "conveniently" in my fat roll.
I love my dermatologist because he's just as paranoid about moles as I am. I honestly leave his office chopped up, every time. This time I told him that I could still feel the scalpel even after he injected me deadener. He pumped it again with juice. From then on I just didn't tell him I could feel it, because it went faster if he didn't stop. I read somewhere earlier in the week that if you cough when you get a shot, it's supposed to make it not hurt. That's not true at all, I tried it today. I told that to the dermatologist as he looked at me funny when I coughed randomly. He said that he uses ice cubes to numb the area for kids and then they don't feel the shot. So he had his nurse grab an ice cube, and I looked really high maintenance to the two other assistants who came in the room to watch. If you are wondering, ice makes no difference on your face. But the best part was that I got him to re-promised me the next time I have to get stitches, I get to do them.
Please excuse the really creepy face I'm making in this photo. It's very had to take a selfie in the mirror when you are taking a picture of your eye. And no, I don't have a smart phone (it saves us $600 a year by not having one, not that I needed to defend myself).
So for those of you who don't know why I may choose to have a potentially cancerous mole on my face, please let me explain. My baby sister and I look a lot a like. A LOT alike.
We even have/had the exact same mole in the exact same place next to our right eye. Like, a freaking same mole in the same place.
So besides the fact my middle name is Ann and her first name is Annie, and we are pretty much the same person 8 years apart, I had to cut off a piece of myself that was yet another thing that connected us.
Not impressed? I had three other moles taken off. Two of which were in such inconvenient places for taking a photo, I didn't even bother. And the one on my belly, I couldn't get the camera to focus and not cast a shadow.
I love my dermatologist because he's just as paranoid about moles as I am. I honestly leave his office chopped up, every time. This time I told him that I could still feel the scalpel even after he injected me deadener. He pumped it again with juice. From then on I just didn't tell him I could feel it, because it went faster if he didn't stop. I read somewhere earlier in the week that if you cough when you get a shot, it's supposed to make it not hurt. That's not true at all, I tried it today. I told that to the dermatologist as he looked at me funny when I coughed randomly. He said that he uses ice cubes to numb the area for kids and then they don't feel the shot. So he had his nurse grab an ice cube, and I looked really high maintenance to the two other assistants who came in the room to watch. If you are wondering, ice makes no difference on your face. But the best part was that I got him to re-promised me the next time I have to get stitches, I get to do them.