My Arch Nemesis

Despite my efforts to avoid this piece of technological, it has found me at my job. Until now, I have only had to face it for a few airport visits each year, where its use has been unavoidable.

No, I'm not talking about a metal detector, I'm talking about this:

THE AUTOMATIC SOAP DISPENSER.

Seriously, am I the only one who has major issues using this contraption??? I put my hand under it and.... nothing. I move my hand around and.... nothing. After looking like a total fool to any fellow bathroom users and contemplating walking out, hands unwashed, I somehow get lucky and make a magical swoosh with my hand, and there comes the soap.

At this point, I become very proud of myself. "You figured it out!" I tell myself. My next bathroom trip (usually about an hour later - I drink way too much water at work), I feel confident in my ability to DOMINATE the automatic soap dispenser. I walk up to it, show it my moves and.... NOTHING!! I can never figure it out!

It's gonna be a long summer.

And don't even get me started on automatic paper towel dispensers! (you seriously think I can dry my hands with that four inches of thin paper????)

I try to be nice (most of the time), but most of you who know me know that I can be a little... sassy? rude? witchy? tempermental?

Ok. I'll own up to it. I'm not perfect. I have a temper. People annoy me. I'm impatient.

HOWEVER: apparently when I actually want to be rude to someone... I can't do it.

Something fun I wanted to do this summer was to take some drop-in ballet classes down in Salt Lake City. I found two studios that offered classes for $10 each, something within my price range. Last week I called the Salt Lake City Ballet and was informed that there was an open class at 8 PM. I was so excited! I talked to Greg on my way there (hands free call, of course) and I was giddy with excitement. The studio is right in the heart of salt lake city and so the building doors are locked at night. I was told to call the office phone when I needed to be let it.... so I did. I called and called and called... and called somemore. No one ever answered. So eventually I just went home. I emailed and they apologized. Apparently the class was actually at 7:30, not 8, so they weren't expecting any more people to arrive.

Today I decided to try again. I checked their facebook to see if class was still on. I called thirty min before and left a message double checking the time and location. Once again, I was sooooo excited to go dance! I got there and called.... no answer. How am I supposed to get in a locked building when no one will answer the phone that they tell you to call!? I was so sad

I talked to Greg about how I was going to send them an email being like "I am wanting to come to your studio and spend $10 for a class, and you don't even answer the phone, even though you tell people that's how to get ahold of you." I was soooo ready to let them have a piece of my mind!! Like fo' real, I was about to get all up in thurrr grill.

Then the studio called back. I was so ready to be rude on the phone and to be like "WHAT THE HECK?!?!?! You people are so disorganized! I'm sick of driving down here and not being able to take class!!"

But I'm a wimp. She apologized and explained how people are usually able to get in when other people are leaving the building. I was polite. Ugh. Overrated.

The simple things

I got my wisdom teeth out last week and have had a few problems since then. The worst part of it all is that I have some kind of infection in my gums. The oral surgeon described it as being similar to a cold sore, only in the gums. He prescribed more antibiotic and an antiviral pill to take over the next 7 days.

My gums hurt so much. These sore are on 4 gum surfaces and brushing my teeth is so painful.

Anyways, I was really tired last night when I flew back to Utah. Greg picked me up at the airport and we spent the evening together at my grandparent's house, where I will be staying this summer. I was telling my grandpa about my mouth and we got a flashlight and I actually saw how bad the sores are. I got really freaked out. My gums hurt and I was tired and I felt like it was only going to get worse. Even eating and drinking hurts.

I was not looking forward to brushing my teeth, but my grandpa has suggested some things I could do that would help. Greg came into the bathroom with me and stood by my side, scratching my back. There I was, taking parting in this extensive oral hygiene procedure (boring, not too mention kinda gross) and Greg stood by me and comforted me. Now that's love.

So, to all the people who acted like I had no idea what I was doing when I got engaged so soon... you don't know anything. Love doesn't have a timeline.

Day 4: A picture of your night

what does this even mean? Right now a picture of my night would be me strung out on Loritab, drooling on a pillow (I got my wisdom teeth out, no need to panic).

A typical night since I've been home in GA would involve a skype to Greg.

A picture of your night? what a lame prompt

My Opinion on Recent Events

I've read so many facebook statuses and blog posts about Osama bin Laden being shot and killed. I've read news stories about how it was wrong to bury him at see, how it was wrong to shoot him rather than having a trial, how it was wrong that his code name was "Geronimo."

My response- seriously people? Get over yourselves. Why are we so easily offended? We take something and just tear it apart looking for something to get bent out of shape about. I read an article this morning that said:

"Loretta Tuell, staff director and chief counsel for the Senate Indian Affairs Committee, said Tuesday it was inappropriate to link Geronimo, whom she called "one of the greatest Native American heroes," with one of the most hated enemies of the United States.

"These inappropriate uses of Native American icons and cultures are prevalent throughout our society, and the impacts to Native and non-Native children are devastating," Tuell said"

Devastating? That's probably just a little dramatic. And let's be real, I doubt much thought went into the decision to call him Geronimo. It's just a code name. I really don't think someone was like "Let's make Osama's code name be Geronimo because Geronimo was a dirty Native American." Almost any code name they could have named him would have had some link to some thing.

I've read the quote from MLK Jr. on people's statuses and facebooks, you know the one I'm talking about- the one where he says he could never rejoice in the death of an enemy. It's a beautiful quote and I agree that it was a little bizarre for people to go out and celebrate Osama's death - despite being a total dirtbag, he was a person. But I have to admit that I felt a little bit of justice when he was dead. I wouldn't say that I rejoiced or was happy about it, but I felt like it was right. And I don't feel bad for feeling that way.

The last thing I've heard controversy about was his "at sea" burial. Frankly, I don't really care if he received a proper Muslim burial because he wasn't a proper Muslim. If Mormons had a specific death ritual and some guy who considered himself a Mormon but who corrupted everything we believed in didn't have a proper burial... oh well.

Sorry world. No one liked Osama bin Laden. Now stop looking for controversy in every little thing. It's annoying.

Things I Want to Do This Summer:

I definitely have way more things on my actual, boring "I'm an Adult and Have All This Crap To Do" list (i.e. plan a wedding?) These are things that I want to do in my free time on the evenings now that I get a break from that Greg kid who seems to have taken an unnatural interest in me

- Try this cookie decorating thing (brush embroidery - it's so cute!!!)

- Take exercise classes at the gym or find a ballet studio

- Maybe take some drop in classes with Ballet West?

- Get involved with my YSA ward in Bountiful

- Estate sales! (glorified garage sales)

- Find some good books to read!

- Catch some rays

I'm sure more things will get added :)

Day 3: A picture of the cast from your favorite show

I don't really watch a ton of tv...

Before I met Greg, I filled my few moments of free time with this show:

Gilmore Girls!

In the past I've also been a fan of So You Think You Can Dance, Bones, House, America's Next Top Model... I think that's it. I'm really bad about keeping up with TV shows. I prefer to waste my time starting blankly at a computer screen apparently.

In other news, I had a bridal shower last night. The theme: lingerie! The gifts were, needless to say, scandalous! It was fun though, a very small setting with a few friends. Most of the girls there were from dance. It was amazing how we've all been away from dance for so many years, yet we still gossip about it when we get together

(On an unrelated note, does anyone else ever have a problem when you are writing a word that ends with "t" followed by the word "it"? I can't tell you how many times I've found "tit" in my emails and stuff before I send them. Good thing I proofread.)

It was so fun to see those girls and catch up on their lives. They are all doing great things!

I got to watch the Atlanta, Georgia temple re-dedication today. Even though I'm from GA, I've never really felt super connected to the Atlanta temple because we didn't go a ton as a youth group. However, getting to take part (via satellite) in the re-dedication of the temple where I will be sealed to my best friend was awesome.