My name is Whitney and I'm a egg hoarder...

For a long time now, I have joked that my uterus is broken. I found out last week that I was wrong. My uterus in not broken, my ovaries are.

I went to the doctor last Wednesday, trying to find out why my body thinks it is pregnant. Well, the answer is simple enough. It is because I don't ovulate. No big deal right? Well that's what I thought until I started walking out to my car and realized that the doctor had said it was going to be difficult for me to have children. So I called my mom in tears because I was an emotional wreck from all the built up estrogen (oh and don't worry, because I don't ovulate and don't have a period, my body holds on to all that estrogen that builds up over time and exponentially increases my risks for uterine cancer). She of course didn't answer, so I decided to go to the temple, where I bawled like a baby the whole time.

I spent all day calling besties and trying to talk myself into being ok. The real problem, is that it was the 2 of a 1, 2 punch combination of the week (of course after skyping with Jessica about how great my life is right now). The news came the day after a potentially love interest fell off the face of the earth. Story of my life!

There are two really good things that I've realized as I've talked this over with my besties:

1. I can adopt all the Down's Syndrome babies I want.
2. I will have to take ovulating stimulating drugs, which means my chances of multiples increases. Meaning, that I will probably be the next Jon and Kate Plus 8, without the craziness.

My bestie Kendyl said that I'm an egg hoarder. I think I will add that to my power statement:

My name is Whitney, I hoard eggs in my ovaries, I may die a crazy cat lady, and I'm a Mormon.

Who's Your Daddy?

My Mandarin tutor wanted to give me a make-over, so I let her. I told her I wanted something subtle. This is what came of it:




I love Vicky! These pictures don't really show off how intense it was. While she was doing my make-up she kept saying "Perfect", "Thank your parents for your beautiful face", and "This is going to make you say 'Victoria's my daddy!'".

PS These picture make me feel like I should be on MySpace.

Setting Fire to the Rain

I went up the canyon with some besties and burned away the remnants of a previous part of my life. It was surprisingly cathartic.






Thanks to all my besties who were there, and those who couldn't make it. I wouldn't be here without you!

I'm a Big Kid Now

So I was reading my friend Natalie's blog and she commented on how it's time to grow up and update her blog's look, so I thought, "It is time!" (stated in the monkey's voice from "The Lion King"). So here's my best attempt at a new, older look.

It's sad when you realize that you're a big girl. I have recently purchased a big girl bed and am trying to do big girl things. I hate working full time. This is serious, you go to bed and it starts all over again, and there's no end. Where's my sugar daddy? I would be a kept woman any day.

And I'm a Mormon

I'm sure a few of you are aware of my church's new media campaign called "I'm a Mormon". I'm still working on my own tagline. The campaign includes making online profiles that show how Mormons are normal people. Some people are chosen to make videos that air online and pretty soon will air on TV. Basically it makes it look like Mormons are all rich and extremely successful.

But what about us who are average people?! I have recently come to the realization that I am completely average, and you know what? There's nothing wrong with that. We are all trying so hard not to be average that we all end up being uniquely average. Especially here in Utah, everyone is amazing, meaning that average is just taken up a notch.

After talking with my mom and some friends about this new campaign, we are realizing that being average is not going to look good in a video. As we sat around thinking of some taglines, we came up with a few that I really enjoy:

"I'm Kendyl, I'm 30 lbs overweight, and I'm a Mormon."
"I'm Kimberly, I have a messy house, and I'm a Mormon."
"I'm Phoxay, I'm average, and I'm a Mormon."

I think mine would go something like "I'm Whitney, I'm preparing to be a crazy cat lady, I eat my feelings, and I'm a Mormon". What do you think?

Red Flags and Flaws

Today I worked on the acute unit at work. It may sound like the most exciting unit in the hospital, but it's really the most boring. The patients are mostly detoxing. Which means I have TONS of time to think.

So today I had an epiphany. I realized why so many, myself included, hate dating.

It's because we are looking for, consumed by, and/or blinded by our partner's flaws and fail to see the red flags. These red flags, if heeded correctly, can save time, heartache, and not make us feel stupid.

Now I understand that hindsight bias is always 20/20, but in reality if we were looking for red flags instead of flaws, I feel like we are more open to the other person. It's not "He/she's a little corky" but more "does this person potentially have a mental disorder?".

I understand that often times flaws are in themselves red flags. Flaws are often correctable, and if not, can be overlooked. Red flags should not be.

What's a flaw? I'll give you some real life examples:

1. They are shorter than I am.
2. They weigh less than I do.
3. They can't remember things I hate (ice-skating, Mexican food, etc.)
4. They like to listen to EFY music.
5. They like BYU football.
6. They like to play ultimate frisbee.
7. They wear tennis shoes with jeans.
8. They are consistently late.
9. They like jazz music, but don't know what kind.
10. They ask me why I have trust issues.

What's a red flag? Well, let me give you examples from my own dating experiences:

1. If they say to you "If you went to the gym, and did some calf raises, you could have nice legs".
2. If they say to you "I usually am attracted to girls because they are pretty, but with you it was your personality".
3. If they say to you "When I first met you, you were funny, but now..."
4. When they say they don't have to usher funerals, and that they can choose if they want to our not, and then the day before your date they say they have to usher a funeral.
5. When you don't return a text within 20 minutes and they text "Did I do something wrong?" and then 5 minutes later "Sorry. I wish we could be friends".
6. You tell them that you're average, and completely fine with being average, and then they keep telling and texting you that you're not average, as if you have some sort of self-esteem issue.
7. When you tell them that you want to adopt a baby with Down-Syndrome and they ask you "Why?!" in a tone that makes you feel dumb.
8. They ask for your bestie's phone number.
9. They "can't" tell you what they do for a living.
10. Their Facebook profile picture is of them at a serious Civil War reenactment, and when you try to politely get out of conversation about the Civil War stating "Sorry, I'm a World War II fan" they proceed to tell you about their friend who has a WWII working tank.


I would love to know how you all feel about this. Please feel free to comment.



PS In case you were wondering which is the most "exciting" unit at the hospital, it is hands down the children's unit.

Bucket Lists and Stealing Ideas

So, yes I've been a horrible blogger. Sorry. I just don't have the time. And then today, I was reading my bestie Jessica's blog and I realized something. I love pictures way more than words. Her blog is amazing and I'm always looking at it to see what she's up to. Plus I love the pictures of her fam, so, I decided I'm just going to take more pictures and hopefully that will help me blog more. I said hopefully.

Well, this has been an interesting few months. I moved apartments again. I've been crazy busy with work and more work, and applying for other jobs because I'm going crazy at mine (no pun intended).

Yesterday I completed a life long dream. What kind of dream is that? A really, really good one. Thank you Salt Lake City Farmer's Market for providing me with the ability to check off one of my items to my bucket list, for FREE. I created a bucket list this past week, prior to yesterday's events. Here's the list:

1. Go to Africa
2. Ride a mechanical bull

Life is looking pretty good at this point.