Musical Quandry

Okay, blogging friends, I need your help. Scott and I are trying to put together music for our reception. I can sing along to almost anything but if you ask me the name of an artist or the title of the song, you will receive just a blank stare in return. So, here's what I need from you, some of your all-time favorite tunes; love songs, dancing songs, favorite 80's, whatever. I just need name of song and artist. We're going to try to compile something that has a little bit of everyone's taste. And, I won't even ask you to lip sync at the reception, maybe.

Whatcha doin?

I know I just posted but Scott's sick and blogging is a good way to pass the time when you don't know what else to do with yourself. :o)

Here's a little bit of what we've been up to in the last month.

Portland Trailblazers vs. Utah Jazz game. I think Scott thought I was going to cheer for the Jazz but I was never really a Jazz fan, is anyone a Jazz fan that isn't actually born in Utah? That question is in no way meant to offend all of the loyal Jazz fans out there, it's just a question, I'd love to know if there are some un-native Utahn's who are true fans. The game was fun, even when we found out we were sitting behind the grumpiest man on the planet. Nothing that banging two noise sticks together can't help.
Snowshoeing at Trillium Lake!! The snow was pretty packed from the cross country skiers so the snowshoeing was easy but still a great time. FYI-jackets from the GAP are not made of breathable material.

Although some people may think that I want to torture Scott, this is just not true. Even if I drug him to Utah for wedding planning and then out to AZ to meet my entire family. And I do mean entire family. He even met relatives of relatives. While we were there my aunt Vicki took our engagement pics and they turned out great. Here's a few of us just having a good time. And yes, it was freezing outside.

Tagbacks

Hmmm....I thought I was done with tag but as to not disappoint Laura, I will try to share six unknowns about Scott, which shouldn't be that difficult since only 3 of my friends outside of Portland have met him. That was quite the run-on sentence, I apologize and Scott-just remember, I love you.

1. If Scott and I were to have our own sitcom/reality show it would be called "The Nurse and the Hypochondriac." Scott has had a variety of maladies since I have known him: diabetes, spinal meningitis, pink eye, brain tumor, migraines, teratomas, enlarged heart, I could go on and on. Now, I guess to be fair he can't be classified as a true hypochondriac because he doesn't seek treatment but maybe that's why he's marrying a nurse.

2. Scott sometimes gets food obsessions. If he gets in his head something that he wants to eat, he can't forget about it, and he will crave it until he gets his fill. Some of his past favorites: Baja Fresh steak fajitas, PCG tenderloin satay, Chili's honey chipotle chicken crispers, Costa Vida pork tacos (it would be Cafe Rio but we don't have one here.)

3. Cheap shoes. Scott was recently prepared to purchase a pair of running shoes for $8. You may be thinking, "wow Kaydi, you found a bargain shopper" but if I tell you they were women's running shoes you may just be worried. :o)

4. Zoe loves Scott. I was afraid that my dog may not take kindly to Scott because she is very co-dependant on me. I shouldn't have worried. Zoe loves him, she likes to plop right on his chest when he comes over and always tries to give him kisses. yum.

5. Scott can relate anything to a Seinfeld episode. Just try him, he'll come up with something.

6. Just because this is about a TV show as well, I don't want to give you the impression that Scott watches a ton of TV, he doesn't, at all. But I think that Scott may be the only person to have seen every episode of Smallville. Who watches Smallville? :o)

Tag-schmag

I-tag, cyber tag, tag-schmag. It's apparently okay to tag someone who is not even aware they are participating in the game, unless the mere fact that I have a blog unwittingly pits me in the playing field. As my competitive nature will not allow me to walk away and not tag back, I give you six unknown (or little known) facts/tidbits about myself. I think that's the game we're playing unless the schoolyard bully changed the rules. Here's to you Stef...

1. When I was little I always wanted to have a broken leg (or broken anything for that matter). Here's the crazy part--my family had a rickety ceiling fan in the family room. I would turn it on high and lay underneath it hoping it would fall and somehow break my leg. Jumping off the roof would have been the more sure bet but apparently I didn't want it badly enough.

2. Oral/nasal secretions (aka thick spit/snot) gross me out. Something about them gives me the heebie jeebies yet I get great satisfaction of sucking them out of small children's/babies noses. Weird. I know.

3. I learned how to drive stick on a tractor. On my 14th birthday I flew to Whitman, Nebraska and worked on a ranch for the rest of the summer.

4. I spent way too much time as a child playing Scrabble. One of the lasting side effects is that I continually count up how much words would be worth in my head. I also have a weird tendency to alphabetize words in my head. Strange idiosyncrasy. (21 points. acdiinorssyy.)

5. Before Fergie (Stacy Ferguson) was famous she was on Kids Inc. in the 80's and I loved her! I named one of my favorite stuffed animals Stacy after her. Don't love her so much anymore.

6. I love practical jokes. This is not an open invitation, I prefer to be the planner rather than the recipient.

I now happily tag Bethany, Kymi, Heather, Renee, Jami, Btittney. Blog away.

What the...????

I have spent much of my twenties in awe of those people capable finding someone to marry. I mean really, how does it happen? The only explanation I can come up with is divine intervention. It really isn't possible any other way, I would still be floating state to state, lamenting about my 104th blind date, wondering how in the world there came to be so many socially awkward 26-30 year old men. But alas, just when you least expect it, BAM, divine intervention and I'm left wondering "what the....????" And I'm not just talking about the proton pack vacuum he's wearing on his back. Yep-that's him. Scott.

And I have promised a brief version of the proposal story (for those of you who don't know, I got engaged last weekend. Please pick your jaws up off the floor.)

My cousin Clint got married on December 15th in Salt Lake. Scott dropped me off at the airport here in Portland on the 14th and I was headed to the Mother Land. I arrived in Sale Lake and hit the ground running. I went straight form the rental car pickup to the LDS Distribution Center where my good friend Susan works and we headed off to lunch together. After lunch I made my way to Primary Children's to return some keys that I no longer need since I am no longer an employee there. :o( After visiting with some friends I made my way to Shannon's, co-conspirator #1. There I met up with Sue and Becky, co-conspirator #2. For weeks I had been looking forward to Friday night because I knew I would be partaking of some delicious, addictive pork from none other than Cafe Rio!! We met up with some friends there and as always had a grand time. One of the highlights was when Shelley held my hand for the picture. Classic. Cafe Rio was also playing some great music that night, right Shannon?

After enjoying some scrumptious Rio we made our way to Christi's for the annual Whit Elephant Christmas party. I was stoked to find out I would be in town for the party, it would make seeing my friends so much easier being that I was only going to be in town for 24 hours. It's always fun to see what gift will be fought over. In past years Brian's autographed picture, Nate and Kedrick's creations and the shrine to Brian have been highly valued gifts. This year was no different and I ended up with one of the night's hot items, the Chuck Norris, Nate and Kedrick t-shirt. Little did I know that the best gift was yet to come. As soon as the gift exchange portion of the party was over, Shannon let me know that it was time to run over to Becky's new condo to get a quick tour before Becky had to go to another party. We had planned on doing this earlier in the day since the condo was close to Christi's. We drove up to the condo and didn't even seem to notice how Shannon was hovering over me as she rang the doorbell. Don't stop reading, this is where it gets good. The door opens and What the...???? there's Scott standing in the door. I can only imagine what my face looked like, I have the propensity to make really ugly faces and being that I've never practiced complete shock and surprise in the mirror, I'm sure it was a good one. Before I could even ask what was going on Shannon was gone and Scott was leading me away from my rental car and over to his. He mentioned something about going to get dessert and as much as like dessert I was pretty sure he didn't fly from Portland to go get a sundae. We started driving and made our way to Memory Grove park. Now, mind you, it's almost 11pm and it's cold but we got out of the car to go for a little walk. The lampposts around the park still had their Christmas lights on and the snow on the ground made it light enough to see. We made our way around the path and came to a tree where Scott said something about seeing something in the tree. The first thought that popped into my head was "if he planted a ring in a tree, I'm never gonna find it in the dark." But as we got closer I saw what he was talking about. There in the tree were 18 roses. I went to retrieve the roses and when I turned around Scott was down on one knee and he proposed! I obviously said yes and we then made our way back to the car to try to defrost our fingers. :o)

So, there you have it. We'll be getting married March 22nd in the Mount Timpanogos temple in American Fork, Utah!! Holy Crap! I'm getting married!

Bring on the blog wars

It has been brought to my attention that after a lengthy span of peace, the blog wars are resuming. Sad, sad day. Stef Star- I hope you are prepared for the onslaught that may ensue. Lohra- please don't disappoint, in my opinion you could be on the verge of victory. Shellinskaya- I'm asking that you take it easy on the rest of us, we are mere mortals.
Go, fight, win--Oh wait, is that football? Crap, we need a warcry.

Where Bees Come to Die...

"If the bee disappeared off the surface of the globe then man would only have four years of life left. No more bees, no more pollination, no more plants, no more animals, no more man," said Albert Einstein.

I was quite intrigued this summer by all of the attention the disappearing bees were getting. Apparently we are on the verge of a "bee apocalypse" as one journalist put it. I believe the correct name for the phenomenon is "colony collapse disorder." Honey bees everywhere are not returning there hives, threatening mankind's very survival cue to their vital contribution to plant pollination. I spent my summer captivated by subject. Trying to learn more as to where the bees were going and how this would impact my life. Would I need to start a more vigorous food storage plan? I spoke with my friend Kelly who has her own bee hive (yep, she has her own bees) and she said that Bill the beekeeper (yep, Bill the beekeeper) had lost many of his hives this last year as well. There was an international summit held so scientists could analyze the problem and find a solution. In fact, they believe that "colony collapse disorder" may be related to a virus or parasite. Research continues.
I almost feel the need to hold a news conference. Because I know what's happening to the bees.

It goes a little something like this:

Bees enter house through window (we think)

Bees have unfortunate encounter with grease splatter guard

Bees Die.

More Bees Die.

Notice in the last picture there are 12 dead bees. 12. (it may look like 13 but one bee was cut in half.) That's a small number, in 2 days Krystin and my combined efforts resulted in the death of more than 30 bees.

"If the bee disappeared off the surface of the globe then man would only have four years of life left. No more bees, no more pollination, no more plants, no more animals, no more man," said Albert Einstein.

4 short years, my apologies world. But we can't have all these bees in our house, especially when Bobby is ridiculously afraid of them. Although it is entertaining to watch him hide under covers and cower on all fours, it's just not okay. At least now we know where all the bees are going. Don't turn me in.