Thursday, February 28, 2013

Special Problems...

I have special problems.  Lots.

Just kidding.  I DO have a tax class called "Special Problems" and it makes Thayner and me laugh every time I say it.  The class is so perfectly named because it really does cause special problems in my life. Actually, all of my tax classes do...thank you, you beautiful 21 hours of mind-numbing, Internal-Code-scrounging, near-coma-inducing day after day legal jargon and impossible tests...you are my special problems.  My special problems also include: the fact that this post has taken me five, yes, five days to write, the fact that I haven't posted the true awesomeness that was our Valentine's Day, the tupperware of lasagna that has been in our fridge for, oh, I don't know, four weeks now that I'm scared has come alive, and the absurd amount of comas in this sentence.

*After posting these thoughts, another of my special problems has been brought to my attention: my lack of proficiency in the English language.  If you notice, there aren't an absurd amount of comas in the last sentence, but an absurd amount of commas. Thank you to the kind, handsome, and obviously verbose gentleman who brought this to my attention, I love you honey.

Sunday, February 10, 2013

a few things...



So, Thayner, being the perfect man that he is, volunteered for dinner duty on Tuesday (one of my busier school nights) and made these succulent, bacon-wrapped, made-me-feel-as-if-we-were-on-the-beaches-of-some-Carribean-island, shish-kabobs smothered in sweet teriyaki sauce.  drool.  Kind of embarrassing that he is a better cook than me on his first try. Side note: these shish-kabobs were the first thing I ever cooked by myself and they were not even in the same galaxy as these perfection sticks that Thayner grilled up.  I guess he'll just have to cook everything from now on.


So, remember how cross-country skiing was our "thang".  hmmmmm...not so much.  We still go and love it, but as we slide all the way down Millcreek canyon on our bums because we can't get up after we fall and as professional cross country skiers whiz past our bruised rumps and egos, we can't help but think, "maybe we aren't really good at this."  However, if having fun were a measure of how successful you were at something, we are professionals.


Speaking of professionals, we have found our life's calling as ice dancers (again, fun level being the measure of how good we are).  Here we all in all of our glory on the annual homemade Davis ice rink.  Don't be fooled by Thayne's gorgeous arabesque, he is basically a professional Canadian knock-your-teeth-out hockey player (side note: Carrie Underwood is married to such a hockey player, other side note: Thayne is secretly and openly in love with Carrie Underwood see here.

Monday, February 4, 2013

adventures in the testing center part two

Yet another amazing day in the BYU Testing Center.  So, there I was just minding my own business on my HR exam, when all of a sudden I felt an uncomfortable pressure on my behind.  Of course, this must be an unfortunate mistake, I should alert the keister-kicker to his or her error.  I politely made my presence known by rapidly sitting back in my chair, but to no avail, the toe-tapping remained.  For the next twenty minutes, I felt a whole range of emotion: uncomfortableness, impatience, rage, then I laughed for about three minutes because the tap dance on my caboose never ceased.  The thing is, I never got up the nerve to turn around and see who the fanny-feeler was, they left before I could identify the bottom-bandit.

Who are you, mystery bum-toucher? Are your legs so long that your knees can't help but to curve over into my heinie?  Are they so freakishly short that you can somehow shove your legs up under that tiny desk and wedge your toes between my derriere and the seat?  Is your view of the world so skewed that you think it's okay to completely be in breach of my personal bubble, especially during a test at the BYU testing center?  I'm sure that's in the Honor Code somewhere. Anyway, fanny-feeler, I wish you the best in your future endeavors. I hope you are a female so you and testing-center-snot-sucker can get married.