Sunday, December 6, 2009

Thanksgiving, London, and the 3rd Greatest Night of the Year

To begin, let's talk about Thanksgiving 2009. Jesse and I switch off going to his family and mine for Thanksgiving every other year. This year was my family. We all got to my Mom's house at 2:00 PM and dinner started shortly after that.

This was my niece, Cameron's (aka Peach), first Thanksgiving. Even though she is only 7 months old she really enjoys feeding herself and trying new foods. Marissa, Peach's Mom, decided to let her go at it all by herself. So we stripped her down to her diaper and then she ate Jello, yams, a pickle, and some pumpkin pie. She had food up to her armpits and she couldn't have been happier about the whole experience :)

Meg & Peach before dinner
Me & Peach before dinner
Peach dives in...(and please look at Meg in the background! What is she talking I am laughing so hard at this pictures...)Peach in pure bliss...
A bath after the madness...
Thanksgiving was an amazing day! And after dinner and some puzzle time Meg and I decided to go up to our Dad's house for some games and a sleepover. Sadly I forgot my camera, so I didn't take any pictures, but we had a blast! I always love sleeping at my Dad & Joyce's. It's so peaceful there, and even though Heber is only 45 minutes away, it always feels like a mini-vacation when I am there and I am always grateful for that.

Next, we come to baby London. One of Jesse's best friends from his childhood is Eric Wilson. Eric and Jesse got into lots of trouble growing up and still do. Eric and Linsey got married a year after us, and Linsey and I were forced upon each other. Luckily she and I clicked and she is one of my best friends now. I can tell her anything and she just listens. She also does my hair and I am grateful for her helping me be crazy when I want to be, and helping me go back to "normal" 6 weeks later. She never knows what I'll come up with next, but she helps me accomplish what I want to and always makes me look good, well, at least my hair :)

They had their first kid on November 16, 2009. Her name is London and she is absolutely perfect! I am excited to watch this little girl grow up and to help her learn that Eric and Jesse are fun, but they are certainly crazy as well, so it's usually best to sit back and watch them execute their crazy ideas, rather then get involved :)

Here she is (sorry it doesn't really show her face very will be seeing more of this chick in the future though!):

And last but not least, we come to THE 3RD GREATEST NIGHT OF THE YEAR!

We have an annual party with my Mom, my step-dad Timmy, and my siblings and their spouses every year for Christmas. It's usually the first Tuesday or Wednesday of December. We go to the Roof at the Joseph Smith Memorial Building for dinner and then we go on a carriage ride around the city. It is always a blast! Here are some pictures from that night:

Me &, there are a lot of pictures of me holding baby girls in this post!
Here are the boys eating their delicious food (Jake, Colby, Quenten & Jesse)

Here we see my Mom, Meg and myself before we ate our first beloved "Chocolate Pots" as Meg calls them...they are pretty much a chocolate pudding but 100 times better...mmm...chocolate pots

My brother Jeff and his wife Amy at the Roof:

Tod (Ashley's boyfriend), Ashley and Cambria...

And finally a picture of the lights at Temple Square...Jesse took this one and I love it! Thanks Mom and Tim for another great Bean Family Christmas Party!

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Merciful Blessings...

I am grateful tonight for merciful blessings. I just spoke with my sweet dad who was in a horrible car accident last night. A woman swerved into on-coming traffic and my dad t-boned her car. They were both going 55 mph. She then continued on and crashed with another vehicle behind my dad. The woman who caused the accidents passed away, and the man in the 2nd accident was taken to the hospital in serious condition. My dad only has some pretty deep cuts and bruises on his hands, but other than that he is ok.

So tonight, I am grateful that he was watched over. I am grateful that he was kept safe while all of this craziness was going on around him. I am grateful that he and I can become closer through all of this and that I can understand what he is going through in some respects.
Really this post isn't to be depressing. It is to say that I am grateful for family. I am grateful for this life. I am grateful for my amazing dad and for all that he has taught me and continues to teach me. I am grateful that we are such close friends now that I am an adult and we can relate to each other even more now that I am no longer a little girl. Don't get me wrong, he was amazing to me growing up, it's just nice to understand him more and respect him for all of the things he has gone through and all of the things he has told me so I don't suffer the same things he has.
He is so good to me and I am so glad he is my dad. And thank you to Heavenly Father for answering my prayers and keeping my family safe. What a sweet and precious gift that is. I love you dad!

Monday, November 30, 2009

'Tis the Season!

I am so ready for this Holiday Season! These are some of my favorite things about Christmas time:

1. Snow. Obviously. If you know me at all then you know I am addicted to the beauty, the smell, and the feeling that snow brings!
2. Food. I am food lover. As I am sure most of you are. But I love making good food for the people I care about and giving it to them. And yes Manon and Jake, you each get your own jars of Hubbard Hot Fudge this year :)
3. Presents. I love getting presents, but I mean it when I say that I would much rather GIVE them. I love getting meaningful gifts and then watching someones face as they open it!
4. Lights. I love the twinkle of Christmas lights. Perfect, sparkly little Christmas lights. On trees, on houses, wherever. I love them!
5. Singing. I love singing with my sisters this time of year. I always love singing with them, but it's different when you get to sing about the Savior's birth and sing carols that everyone waits to hear. Man I love singing!
(Might I add that my sisters and I do not look as cool as these carolers who I found on Google Image...)

6. Parties. I love the amount of parties that I get to go to in such a small amount of time. It all starts this Wednesday with the annual Bean Family Roof & Carriage Ride Night! This tradition started the year my Mom & Tim got married and now, 5 years later, it is my 3rd favorite night of the year (if you were wondering my 1st favorite night of the year is my Birthday celebration with Meg on Valentine's Day, and the 2nd is Christmas Eve, but the Bean Party is my 3rd favorite).
I am one lucky duck to have so many wonderful things to look forward to over the next few weeks. I just have two things to say: "Let it Snow!" and "Merry Christmas!"

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Still Kickin'...

I am still alive, I promise. My life is crazier now that I have taken a break from shows. I work full time and go to school full time and then have hours of homework every night. I love going to school and I especially love my Math class, but it is hard to stay on top of things...I will blog more about Jesse and my trip to Oahu later, but for now I thought I'd post a couple of pictures to give you a little snippet...
This was on our first full day there...we hiked up Diamond Head Crater and this was the view from the top
We had a few people recommend that we eat at Moose McGillycuddy's, so we did :)
We spent a whole day at the Polynesian Cultural Center and it was my favorite day by far! Here we are in front of the waterfall...

More too come...hopefully soon :)

Friday, September 11, 2009

The Sweetest Story Ever...

This story was posted in the Deseret News and I had to share. The man who donated his kidney, Ryan Poole, is my brother in law. I respect and love him so much for being so generous. He and Paul were friends, but to give someone one of your internal organs is just a massive gift. I am lucky to have Ryan in my life. And he and I are both lucky to have my sister Marissa as a support system in our life. She has had to go through a lot in the last few months with taking care of a new born and a man who gave up a vital organ. Anyway, enough of my thoughts, here's the story:

Actor gives gift of life to colleague
Theater community rallies to help Utahn

(Kidney donor Ryan Poole of Murray, left, embraces recipient Paul Gibbs of Kearns during a recent checkup at Intermountain Medical Center. (Brendan Sullivan, Deseret News))

When Paul Gibbs, a 34-year-old actor and film student, found out he needed a kidney transplant, the first thing that went through his head was, "Can I still go to my callback (audition) tonight?"

While Gibbs, who has done theater since he was 14, didn't get to the audition, he did find through his two-year ordeal that there really are no people like show people — not when one of their own needs a lifesaving transplant.

Local actor Ryan Poole gave the gift of life to his former castmate, while the local theater community rallied in support.

"It speaks to the kind of person he (Gibbs) is," said Poole.

Gibbs, along with three siblings, was born with bilateral ureteral reflux and had kidney problems all his life.

"I had nine surgeries on my kidneys before I was 5," said Gibbs "For most people, it is corrected with one surgery."

In November 2007, Gibbs noticed he "had a strong tendency to get sick easily. Every four to six weeks I'd get flu-like symptoms. I'd be listless.

"I'd always lived with bad kidneys, but that had been a reality for so long that I didn't take it seriously."

Tests revealed he needed a transplant.

Doctors initially hoped Gibbs' twin brother could be the donor. "But I knew he wasn't a likely option," Gibbs said. "He'd had 17 surgeries on his intestines. His kidney was a perfect match, but it wasn't a healthy choice."

Then word of Gibbs' condition started to trickle through the theater community.

"Theater people have come out of the woodwork to help with fundraising or support," Gibbs said. "They've just made me feel like I haven't been going through this alone at any step of the way."

They organized fundraisers, and the theaters Gibbs has worked for — Off-Broadway and the Children's Theatre — also helped.

But fundraising wasn't enough — his theater friends wanted to do more.

"Suddenly they started contacting me and asking, 'Can I be tested?' I was pretty overwhelmed by the fact that they were asking to be my kidney donor," Gibbs said.

The response among the local theater community also overwhelmed the transplant clinic. Clinic staffers called Gibbs and requested he not have any more friends contact them until they were ready for more.

"Honestly, I didn't think people liked me as much as they do," he said.

According to organ and tissue donation Web site, there are nearly 60,000 people on the kidney donation waiting list. The wait can take years — 3,000 people die annually while waiting for a new organ.

Then, one day Poole, who had appeared with Gibbs in a production of "You Can't Take It With You" at Hale Centre Theatre in 2004, contacted him and said, "I know this is going to be a long-shot, but I'd like to be tested to see if we're a match."

"I was touched but didn't expect anything to come out of it," Gibbs said.

Tests proved him wrong.

"We were as good a match as if we were siblings," Poole said. "I was surprised. To look at us ... we're distinctly different people. We don't look like a match for anything, ever."

Poole said his wife and fellow actor, Marissa, was "ultra-supportive," even though she was eight months pregnant at the time of the transplant. Poole also has 7-year-old triplets from a previous marriage.

"To have these people be willing to sacrifice for me was incredibly touching and humbling," Gibbs said.

The generosity didn't stop with Poole and the theater community: It stretched beyond the stage and into the audience.

During the last two weeks of Hale's production of "Treasure Island," actors went into the lobby to collect money for the transplant.

"We've only done this twice before," said Sally Deitlein, vice president and executive producer of HCT. "And it's just amazing. People were just reaching into their purses and wallets, looking for every ounce of change. One lady wrote a check for $200.

"Our big burly pirates had tears in their eyes."

The patrons of HCT donated $17,000.

"They'll never know how big of a difference they've made in my life," Gibbs said. "To be able to get this surgery and go on and live my life — it's just a powerful example of the goodness in human nature.

"People are good, and not only are they willing to help, they're happy to help."

With Poole lined up for the transplant, Gibbs' time on dialysis was brief. "Only two months. It was physically draining. Some days too much fluid would get removed or too little and I'd have severe cramps, blurred vision and nausea," Gibbs said. "But I met some really good people. Both the medical professionals and fellow patients." Gibbs' voice changed slightly as he recalled, "Some of the people had been doing dialysis for over 10 years and aren't able to have a transplant. And they'd get so excited when they found out my transplant was coming up."

The transplant was performed Aug. 11. By Aug. 15, both men were on their way home.

"They said my kidney started working in Paul minutes after inserting," Poole said. "By all standards, it couldn't have gone better.

"People have just been remarkable — from our theater friends and patrons to the surgical team," he said. But Poole was quick to downplay his own sacrifice.

"It might be a few days in a hospital and 4 or 5 weeks convalescing. But my quality of life will not be affected," he said. "And Paul is an extraordinary guy — he's kind, funny and down-to-earth. One of the sweetest guys you'll ever want to meet."

"It's difficult to put into words," Gibbs said when asked about his donor. "Thank you for saving my life. I can never entirely repay what you've done for me. But I'll spend the rest of my life doing everything I can."

With the worst behind them, both men are home, tired, but healing and looking forward to getting back on stage.

Poole should go on about his life with no limitations. And the same can be said for Gibbs.
"One of Ryan's kidneys is better than my two ever were," Gibbs said. "I'll be able to have a remarkably normal life, and I couldn't be happier about it."

But he will have to take anti-rejection medications for the rest of his life. "It can be as much as rent for a two-bedroom apartment every month."

Gibbs' twin brother has set up to accept donations and provide information on fundraising activities.

In the meantime, Gibbs is spending time with nieces and nephews. With his new kidney, he once again has the energy to play with them.

"I can't lift them yet. But they've been great," he said. "They've been developing their own system of hugs they can give without hurting me. Right now they're on 'soft hugs.' But they always say, 'When can we give you real hugs?'

"And I can't wait."

(Donor Ryan Poole, left, talks with friend and kidney recipient Paul Gibbs. Both are involved in theater productions. (Brendan Sullivan, Deseret News))

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

The punk that is "Meg"

This is Meg:
If you were wondering, yes she is always this stunning, yes she is always this much of a punk, and yes I do miss her with all of my heart.

Meg and her hubby Quenten are in Disneyworld as we speak. They have been married for 5 years on August 25. And Meg & Q being the punks that they are got an amazing trip for practically no $ whatsoever. That's how they live their lives. They are punks. But, the point of this post is not how the Jennings are punks. It is that I miss my Meg. She is the most fun. If she is around you are guaranteed to have a fabulous time and to laugh so hard you almost pee your pants and/or have fluid of some kind shoot out your nostrils. I appreciate this aspect of my twin and best friend Meg.

She gives her whole heart to everyone. She doesn't care who you are, how old you are, what you've been through in your life, she just loves people. And she will do anything for anyone. She's the type of person who jumps out of her car to help a new neighbor move in if she happens to be driving through the neighborhood while moving in.

She will help you tape and paint a wall (I HATE taping!) in your house at any time of day (she painted my guest bathroom at 2:00 AM on a Saturday night because we got a whim to paint it).

She is a great listener. My mom always used to tease that I was the "talker' and Meg was the "listener". Don't get me wrong, Meg can be loud and chatty when she wants to be, but she also knows when to listen. For example, when we took the 4th Grade district tests at school Meg's best score (which she was in the 99 percentile of the nation) was in listening. While my worst score (the only score that was below average for me) was listening. I have tried over the years to be more like Meg in this aspect.

She loves to wear crazy things. If she likes something then she wears it. And she doesn't care what anyone thinks. Here are some examples (and I love ALL of them, might I add):

*This is from our beautiful friend Michelle's 30th Birthday Party. We love Michelle. She is one of the dang coolest people we know. She looks amazing in this picture, as usual. But please note Meg's outfit. Who thinks of putting those colors together? Not me. And the crazy fish-net purple shirt I am wearing is Meg's, of course...*

*The picture below doesn't necessarily show her in a crazy outfit, but I do love her crazy red hair and her crazy personality...this picture is from our Birthday trip to Disneyland...which was the BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!*

*Meg has claimed the shirt below as her own. I am proud to admit that I found this shirt however...and it was only $3! No joke. I did a good job with this one. Last week when I asked Meg if I could have it back for a bit she said, "No Chels. It's my favorite shirt. I'm so glad that I found it and that it was only $3!" She has even convinced herself that this stroke of genius was her very own, but alas it was not. I do love that it is such a "Meg" shirt though.*

And finally, just for the heck of it here are some random photos of Meg and her classic facial expressions:

*Smiley Meg*

*This is her "I adore animals" facial expression*

*This is her "I am going to sass you whether you like it or not" facial expression*

*this is her "I'm so proud of myself" expression*

*This is her "I really don't want to throw your banana peel away Chels, but I will..." expression*

*And finally we have "kissy face" Meg*

5 days down and 3 more to go. Hurry and come back from Disneyworld Meg. I miss you!

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Bruised Ribs and a Cup

Some of you already know that I've had bruised ribs for the last 12 days. I have tried to be as tuff as I possibly could (I mean, I've felt pain before: 5 kidney stones, Crohn's flare-ups, and a few very painful surgeries) but at least with all of those things it didn't last for 12 days straight, all day long with no relief.

Well, the good news is that after day 10 of the pain never stopping, I actually had a break for an hour or so. And since then I have had more breaks from the pain and I have actually been sleeping! I am happy to say I'm over the worst of it, so most of you won't be hearing me complain anymore (sorry I wasn't the most fun these last 2 weeks, I was just a grump)!

Since I am reflecting on the last 2 weeks I thought I'd share a story that I actually think is really least it was a "first" for me so why not immortalize the experience in a blog? Here goes (*I must warn you that if you get sick hearing some detailed things then you may want to stop here*):

This Tuesday I was at my wits end. I hadn't slept in days, I was crying at the drop of a hat, I was nauseous from the non-stop pain, I was taking muscle relaxants and anti-inflammatories to ease the pain, and finally I had a dentist appointment. For those of you who don't know I HATE THE DENTIST! I know most people don't like the dentist, but seriously I hate it. I switched to a new dentist about a year ago and have been extremely happy with him and his staff but the problem is my dentist before him did a couple of small fillings and cracked my teeth in the process. He told me it was all in my head and that my tongue can feel detailed things and I just needed to get over it (that's when I decided to find a new dentist...).

I haven't had new cavities since I've been going to the new dentist, but he's had to remove some old fillings, file down the cracks (they really are cracked. I wasn't making it up :), and re-fill them. Tuesday was the day for this process. I went there NOT being happy that I was going to the dentist, NOT happy that my ribs were killing me, NOT happy that I was going to pay for a procedure that I already paid for a year ago and am now having re-done.

I made it to the dentist and they took my right back. They hooked me up to the gas (that gas is my saving grace, it helps me not be such a nut-job while I'm there), gave me 2 shots, and then removed the filling, filed down my tooth, and re-filled it. It went better than expected (I usually work myself up so much that I am surprised how easy it was when I leave...I really need to remember that next time...).

As I drove home I just didn't feel right. The compilation of the constant pain, my relaxing after a day of anxiety over the dentist, and all of the medications I had taken that day were just too much.

I knew I was going to puke. And I thought to myself: "Who are these people who throw up in cars? Can't they pull over in time? Can't they make it somewhere that has a toilet?" Well shame on me for judging said people. For today would be the first time I puked in my car....

It was 5:30 (the peak of rush hour) and I kept telling myself "I can make it home, I can make it home..." but suddenly I knew I couldn't. I couldn't make a left turn into the only parking lot around because of the constant stream of traffic. I quickly looked around my car for something to puke in and there it was...the cup...I picked it up and puked in it (I was quite proud of my aiming skills, having never thrown up in a cup I thought I'd get it everywhere, but I was a cup pro and didn't get any outside of the cup). Finally a space opened for me to pull into the parking lot. I jumped out of my running car with my full cup in hand (I looked at the cup which was a mistake) and continued to puke several times in the parking lot (I wish I had more cups, it was much easier to puke in a cup then into nothingness) while several cars stopped around me to see if I was ok (poor people! If I ever see someone throwing up I have to throw up too). Once I knew it was all out of my system I drove home, called Meg and Jesse (who dropped everything and came to take care of me), threw all of my clothes in the wash, and slept. I was grateful to have the whole day over with. And I will not make fun of people who puke in cars ever again. And I also hope that I never have to puke in a cup again.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Father's Day

Since today is Father's Day I thought I'd write my feelings about my Dad, Bob, and my Father in Law, Jim. Let's start with my Dad:

My Dad has always made me feel like I am his favorite daughter. He has a way of making all 5 of us girls feel that way. He's told me before that he didn't know what to do with so many girls, he had always pictured himself with sons, but I must say that he is the perfect man for the job of being a Dad to 5 girls and 1 boy.

Some of my first memories are of Sunday mornings when I would get ready for church and my Dad would see me and say: "Chels, you look like a million bucks!" That is the greatest compliment he can give to any person, and it always has meant a lot to me when he says it. He taught me and Meg how to fish, how to play softball, how to be gracious winners, and how to be content and grateful for what you have. He has always had a gift for meeting new people and making them feel comfortable and feel like they've known him for years. He is a hard worker. He has always been very conscientious of Meg and I as individuals. He has known our differences from the beginning and always helped us grow those differences and be comfortable with being an individual. He has always done little things to make me feel important. Whether it was taking me around the block in his truck while I chewed Grape Bubblegum (he always knew how much Meg and I loved bubblegum), stopping at the gas station to get chocolate milk because we needed a random treat, or listening to me and Meg sing "Somewhere Out There" when we were 4 years old and needed an audience.

Over the years I have learned to know him as more than just my Dad, he is a wonderful man. He has been through so much in his life, and he always tries to teach me the lessons he has learned so I don't have to go through the same things and so I can avoid hurt. He is my biggest fan and the biggest believer in me. I am so grateful that he is my Dad! Here we are on my wedding day:

Now I'll talk about my sweet Father in Law, Jim. Jim is a quiet man. He listens more than he speaks. But when he does have something to say it is either filled with wisdom or very witty. He is also a hard worker, like my Dad. His whole life revolves around family and the Gospel. He is an amazing Grandpa. I am so excited to have kids so they can have fun with their Papa Jimmy, just like all of the grand kids do now. He is a true Patriarch. He is very nonjudgmental. He loves people and wants those around him to feel loved. He is a great example of faith to me. He knows what is right and he sticks to his guns no matter what, but at the same time he never makes people feel guilty if they make mistakes. He has made Jesse into the man he is today, and for that I will always be grateful. Here's a picture of Jesse and his Dad on our wedding day (don't they look alike? Like father like son :)

I am so lucky to have these men in my life. They have taught me so much and continue to do so. I love you Dad and Jim!

Thursday, May 28, 2009

James Blonde

I was cast in the next show at Desert Star, James Blonde. It is so much fun so far! I can't wait for it to open. And I even got to be in the promotional pictures! I am always excited when I get to do fun extras like that. Anyway, here's one of the pictures, I just thought I'd share :)

American Fork Idol (the show I am currently in) closes on June 6 and James Blonde opens on June 11. It's going to be a fun Summer!

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Count Your Blessings...

I know I already posted today, but I just have to say how grateful I am. I am grateful for many things, but at the moment I am grateful for these little beauties right here:

These pills are called Sulfasalazine. These are the pills I take for Crohn's Disease. I have a massive bottle of them (it takes up a quarter of my purse). I take 6 pills a day. I sometimes forget how much these pills save me. I take them for granted and the wonderful life they have given me.

Well, on Saturday I asked Jesse to get them refilled for me, as I had 3 doses left. He called me and told me that my prescription had expired. Well, as it was the Holiday weekend, that meant that I couldn't get a new one until Tuesday (today). So I have taken the pills sparingly and tried to make them last for the last 3 days. As of today I am not feeling so hot (but not horrible). I called my doctor and they are going to get them filled for me right now.

Which brings me to another thing I am grateful Doctor. Dr. Nelson has saved my life many a time, and he is a great friend in addition to all of the things he's done for me. I am so grateful that I found him and that he has been there for me thru so many rough times. He is the best.

I am just so glad that I live at a time where solutions are right at our fingertips. Not only do I have this medication, and a doctor who figured out that was the right medication for me, but I have so many people around me who take care of me. So, in conclusion, I am grateful.

Peach's Blessing Day

My niece, Cameron Grace, aka "Peach", was blessed on Sunday, May 24, 2009. It was a wonderful day with family and she received a wonderful blessing from my brother Jeff. She also looked absolutely adorable :) Here are some pictures from the day (Meg is not in any of these pictures because she couldn't find a substitute for her Primary class, so she had to leave early).

This is a picture of the chub-ster, Peach, in her big sister Abby's arms (Abby is my step-niece and couldn't be happier to be a big sister!):
Here's a picture of all of the girls (minus Meg, as I mentioned before) (from left to right we have my Mom, me, Marissa (Peach's Mom), Peach, Abby, Amy (my only sister in law, who I LOVE), my step-mom Joyce, Cambria, and Ashley):
This is a picture Jesse took while we were looking at another camera. It's a little weird, but why not include it in the pictures?
And finally, a picture of me and my Grams. She is one of the greatest and strongest people who have ever lived. She's been one of my best friends my entire life, and we had a good time chatting and giggling together that day. Meg and I happen to be her favorite grandchildren so that makes me like her even more (and to all of my cousins reading this, I hope you know I'm being sarcastic :)

The best story of the day was when we started singing the opening hymn and my Grandma leaned over to Meg and said VERY LOUDLY so everyone could here "Well, that's quite the organ!" Meg and I started giggling and then she said, "Then again, Harold and I always sit in the back, so maybe our organ is that loud too." And we continued to laugh. She really is so dang cool!

Friday, May 1, 2009


Tonight I am going to see...
Don't worry...I'm jealous of me too...I can't believe I am actually going to see this musical for the first time tonight! I love the music of course, it will just be nice to see it and connect some of the songs together. I CAN'T WAIT! Pictures from tonight coming soon...

Monday, April 27, 2009

Still Alive...

I'm still alive. I just thought I should post something to let everyone know I'm still here. Here's what I've been up to the last few weeks:
Working, working, working. I love my job but man has it been crazy there lately...
Going to Desert Star Theater to do "American Fork Idol" every Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday. I am enjoying this show more and more as time goes by. I am not in the picture below, but I thought I'd post a picture of the ad:
Reading. I am re-reading Twilight because I didn't like the 4th book very much and I need to remind myself why I loved it so much the first time...and as I am reading it I am reminded of why I couldn't put it down...
And last but not least I have started watching Gilmore Girls from the very beginning. I love, love, LOVE this show. I have always loved it. It makes me feel like myself when I watch it. I love how random they are and how much fun they have together. The relationship between the Gilmore Girls reminds me of my relationship with Meg (for those of you who don't know, Meg would be the daughter and I would be the mom...I wish it was the other way around but it's not. I try to be laid back but I just can't do it. And Meg does it so well, so that's how it goes...)
I know this post isn't much fun, so I'll try to do something more interesting so I can take some pictures and write about it. I am going to Wicked on Friday night with all of the girls from my family, so that might be what you hear about next. I can't wait!!!!