tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12947560.post8080530648399253176..comments2008-04-24T23:24:10.303-06:00c janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17480875440863002634noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12947560.post-59783445700973588112008-04-24T23:24:00.000-06:002008-04-24T23:24:00.000-06:002008-04-24T23:24:00.000-06:00Who is Alex? Seems almost as funny as you. But not quite. But pretty close.SusieQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15233332510052569554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12947560.post-217895330417251032008-04-24T22:06:00.000-06:002008-04-24T22:06:00.000-06:002008-04-24T22:06:00.000-06:00alex is fascinating.cafe rio whorenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12947560.post-58210173246682805002008-04-24T18:58:00.000-06:002008-04-24T18:58:00.000-06:002008-04-24T18:58:00.000-06:00an open letter to c jane:<BR/><BR/>Dear c jane,<BR/><BR/>You can do this. Hang in there. Hang on to something. Hang up on someone. Hang out with friends. I don't know how I else I can reasonably use the word "hang" in a sentence or why I keep trying, but I do know you can do this.<BR/><BR/>Much love,<BR/><BR/>Auntieauntienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12947560.post-72791474037982999932008-04-24T16:18:00.000-06:002008-04-24T16:18:00.000-06:002008-04-24T16:18:00.000-06:00I got bored so here is today's day:<BR/>woke up <BR/>used the bathroom<BR/>washed my hands<BR/>turned on water<BR/>put towel over shower<BR/>step onto scale while waiting for shower to heat up<BR/>get out <BR/>put deoderant on<BR/>go to my room <BR/>put on clothes<BR/>put wallet and phone in pocket<BR/>go down stairs<BR/>make instant breakfast<BR/>put bendy straw in it<BR/>drink my chocolate milk (mmm... hormones)<BR/>get on computer<BR/>go upstairs <BR/>brush my teeth<BR/>put on my jacket <BR/>walk outside<BR/>close gate<BR/>lock gate<BR/>go to school<BR/>go to my locker<BR/>go to math<BR/>correct pg. 429, 3-49 by 3s<BR/>review for big math test<BR/>start to lose my vision in my left eye<BR/>"am i having a migrane?"<BR/>go to mitchell and hansen's soccer locker<BR/>go to seminary<BR/>get a headache<BR/>get a worse headache<BR/>bro. pali throws some stones all over the ground and tells us that we need to pick them all up before 2 mins and 19 secs (that was bro. boyle's class' time)<BR/>we demolish there time<BR/>start get sick stomach<BR/>go to main office to get tylenol<BR/>go back to seminary room<BR/>get my stuff go outside<BR/>wait for page to come pick me up<BR/>there are a million bikers in the parking lot<BR/>page comes<BR/>i get home<BR/>i open the gate<BR/>i shut the gate<BR/>i walk inside<BR/>i go to the bathroom<BR/>i throw up my instant breakfast(bye bye hormones!)<BR/>walk upstairs <BR/>get in pj's<BR/>take a nap<BR/>wake up<BR/>umi brings me some toast<BR/>it is good<BR/>play xbox<BR/>go down stairs<BR/>watch sportscenter special about the draft<BR/>make some more toast<BR/>i burn one of the toasts very badly<BR/>i set the fire alarms off<BR/>i make new toast<BR/>i put a lot of butter on it<BR/>i eat toast<BR/>i watch sports center<BR/>i make more toast<BR/>i watch more sportscenter<BR/>i get on computer <BR/>i go to c jane's enjoy it<BR/>i read about her poem<BR/>it inspires me to write mine<BR/>it takes 20 minutes to write<BR/>while writing, i accidently screw up the computer so i don't have the address bar (hopefully when courtney comes for the Jazz party, she will fix it)<BR/>i blow my nose (only once, at least allergies are getting better!)<BR/>i get bored <BR/>Umi tells me to write one about today<BR/>i write about today<BR/>it isn't as long<BR/>grandma judy brings me a pepsi<BR/>then i verify the word then i put my username and password in<BR/>then i publish my comment<BR/>okay the last 2 sentences hasn't happened yet, but it will once im done writing<BR/>i am feeling better<BR/>the phone sure rings a lot hereAlexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00483437773054232353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12947560.post-57603509114318511142008-04-24T15:36:00.000-06:002008-04-24T15:36:00.000-06:002008-04-24T15:36:00.000-06:00That is a darling/sad letter. I hope he comes home soon.maydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03718756937746747529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12947560.post-71874792177593507402008-04-24T15:31:00.000-06:002008-04-24T15:31:00.000-06:002008-04-24T15:31:00.000-06:00My day poem:<BR/>woke up <BR/>used the bathroom <BR/>washed my hands<BR/>took off my clothes<BR/>turned on the shower<BR/>put a towell over the shower<BR/>stood on the scale while waiting for the shower to warm up<BR/>got in shower<BR/>got out of shower<BR/>blew my nose 4 times<BR/>put on deoderant<BR/>went into my room<BR/>put on my clothes<BR/>put my wallet and my phone in my pocket<BR/>went downstairs<BR/>made instant breakfast (mmm.. hormones)<BR/>put a bendy straw into my chocolate milk<BR/>drank it while on the computer<BR/>brushed my teeth<BR/>put on my jacket and backpack<BR/>went to school<BR/>went to my locker<BR/>went to Mr. Preeces class<BR/>got some papers back<BR/>listened to some stories<BR/>went to my locker again<BR/>got my health book<BR/>went to health<BR/>did a packet<BR/>went to the bathroom<BR/>blew my nose 10 times<BR/>went back to health<BR/>went to my locker again<BR/>went to journalism<BR/>went on the internet<BR/>did my romantic era timeline for english<BR/>went to Biology<BR/>took notes on classification<BR/>organized some buttons<BR/>went to the bathroom<BR/>blew my nose 7 times (I have bad allergies)<BR/>came back<BR/>took some more notes<BR/>school is over<BR/>i go after school to get help with math<BR/>finish pg 519, 7-49 by 3s<BR/>go home<BR/>play Xbox<BR/>drive over to BYU <BR/>meet my dad and other coaches there<BR/>have a tour of the BYU football offices (even though I've seen it a billion times)<BR/>drove emily to taco time<BR/>get me a pinto burrito and some tots<BR/>get emily a "thing of ranch"<BR/>drop emily at centenniel<BR/>drive home<BR/>Umi and you are there<BR/>you are laying on the couch<BR/>my dad changes clothes<BR/>i get on computer<BR/>dad invites me to football banquet<BR/>you and umi and grandpa go somewhere<BR/>i go upstairs to change<BR/>there are no church clothes (they are at the cleaners oh no!)<BR/>run over to vans<BR/>borrow some church clothes<BR/>come back home<BR/>change clothes<BR/>put on my shoes and socks and belt and tie<BR/>struggle to button a button (van's clothes are a little itchy and tight)<BR/>go over to UVSC (or UVU i guess)<BR/>walk into arena with a lot of tables and chairs with a guy speaking<BR/>see Bronco<BR/>sit with SUU staff<BR/>eat some lettuce (I put ranch dressing on it)<BR/>drank some tasty orange beverage (no ice)<BR/>get a roll<BR/>open it<BR/>open a butter packet<BR/>put the butter one<BR/>eat the roll<BR/>listen to speakers<BR/>waiter brings me my chicken and mashed potatoes and peppers and carrots<BR/>i don't really like the chicken (I already had taco time)<BR/>listened to more speakers<BR/>have to use the bathroom very badly<BR/>walk up to next floor to bathrooms<BR/>get in stall<BR/>someone comes into the stall next to me<BR/>has some problems <BR/>i run out of there (whoooo that smells)<BR/>wash my hands<BR/>go back downstairs <BR/>an old referee is talking<BR/>he is boring<BR/>i text google to see who is winning the detroit-philedelphia playoff basketball game<BR/>i text google to see who is winning the boston-atlanta playoff basketball game<BR/>i text google to see who is winning the LA lakers-nuggets game<BR/>i say i need to leave<BR/>i exit UVSC (or UVU)<BR/>i get in the car<BR/>i start the car<BR/>i turn on the lights<BR/>i back out of the parking lot<BR/>i drive home<BR/>you are at Umis again<BR/>i tell you guys about the banquet<BR/>i call my mom to check in<BR/>you leave<BR/>grandpa farts<BR/>i watch the lakers nuggets game<BR/>i go upstairs<BR/>i brush my teeth <BR/>i use the bathroom <BR/>i blow my noes 3 times<BR/>i go to read my scriputures <BR/>i pray <BR/>i get in bed<BR/>but wait, <BR/>it's not over<BR/>emily texts me<BR/>she needs a ride<BR/>i get in car<BR/>i can't reach the peddels<BR/>i go get shoes (no socks) to see if i fit now<BR/>i still don't fit<BR/>i adjust the seat<BR/>i can't find my phone<BR/>i go back inside to find my phone<BR/>it's not there<BR/>i go back in the car<BR/>my phone fell out of my pocket<BR/>i drive to centenniel<BR/>emily and her friend gets in<BR/>i drive to emilie's friend's house (by the birch church)<BR/>i drive home to umis<BR/>we get out <BR/>i go upstairs <BR/>i lost my phone<BR/>i walk back out to the car<BR/>my phone fell out again<BR/>i get my phone<BR/>i lock<BR/>the door<BR/>i walk in threw the gate<BR/>i lock the gate<BR/>i walk through the doors <BR/>and up the stairs<BR/>i get in my bed<BR/>i go to sleepAlexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00483437773054232353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12947560.post-7046990632481732842008-04-24T12:20:00.000-06:002008-04-24T12:20:00.000-06:002008-04-24T12:20:00.000-06:00Seeing as you have a "safe to de-lurk" certificate on your site, I decided to leave you a comment.<BR/><BR/>I have spent the past week or so reading through every entry you have made in your blog. Why? It helps me not think about my nausea (from an almost 9 year prayed for miracle we call "The Bean").<BR/><BR/>So thank you for making me laugh and cry and forget about how awful I feel.<BR/><BR/>I hope you won't mind me poking my head in often to keep up with you & yours.<BR/><BR/>And I know that in a few weeks you will say that you would gladly do it again for another little miracle. Heck, you might even say that now. :)ladyshanaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04869517617886405442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12947560.post-14722209812497187652008-04-24T12:11:00.000-06:002008-04-24T12:11:00.000-06:002008-04-24T12:11:00.000-06:00I loved the LoveSac in my third trimester....you could lay on your stomach and feel sooooo comfortable!Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18083217051551706019noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12947560.post-16252078587119388602008-04-24T11:39:00.000-06:002008-04-24T11:39:00.000-06:002008-04-24T11:39:00.000-06:00You don't know me but I found your blog and love how you write. <BR/><BR/>My husband travels A LOT! I have four kids my youngest being almost 2. I feel your pain of missing your best friend when he's gone. Hope the rest of your pregnancy goes well. <BR/><BR/>Have a great day!Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02338360674118323623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12947560.post-81289482763763608722008-04-24T10:58:00.000-06:002008-04-24T10:58:00.000-06:002008-04-24T10:58:00.000-06:00Sorry you're still barfing non-stop. I'm surprised they haven't had to feed you with a tube. Postive note: Baby will be out before heat of summer starts!Leishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13292545230226607243noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12947560.post-80807424581230621672008-04-24T10:30:00.000-06:002008-04-24T10:30:00.000-06:002008-04-24T10:30:00.000-06:00i just wrote a post relating to love sacs. that made me happy that at least one of us got to lounge about on (in?) one.<BR/><BR/>darn chup. enough with the traveling! ... that's how i'd feel if it were my husband doing the traveling, at least.k.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01193456397823949591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12947560.post-16951026751443548832008-04-24T09:38:00.000-06:002008-04-24T09:38:00.000-06:002008-04-24T09:38:00.000-06:00I'm on the fence about whether you want to hear the sympathy that I feel to express for your continued pukes, or if it will just make you want to kick me in the shin. <BR/><BR/>But truly, I think you are a pregnancy super star, considering what this lil Chief has required of you. <BR/><BR/>Oh, how you will rejoice (we all will!) when he arrives. So soon!Chellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14913067924030367632noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12947560.post-75851750376868714572008-04-24T08:52:00.000-06:002008-04-24T08:52:00.000-06:002008-04-24T08:52:00.000-06:00Oh man, I am so sorry. This puking forever is awful. You are almost through though, almost.<BR/><BR/>My wish for you is one good day where you will feel wonderful and food will taste good, and your feet will feel fine, and the chief will feel content, and chup will be home to take you to lunch.<BR/><BR/>Too grand a wish? I don't think so!Marilynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06498765643079748671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12947560.post-79757679963729461612008-04-24T08:09:00.000-06:002008-04-24T08:09:00.000-06:002008-04-24T08:09:00.000-06:00You know what you should do...Azúcarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13859567470814286102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12947560.post-76700644484514357852008-04-24T07:59:00.000-06:002008-04-24T07:59:00.000-06:002008-04-24T07:59:00.000-06:00Hope Chup comes home soon. You're in the home stretch. You can do it!Camihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14623400782852003239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12947560.post-51173377502971733372008-04-24T07:18:00.000-06:002008-04-24T07:18:00.000-06:002008-04-24T07:18:00.000-06:00i'm sorry. thursday is a good day, right? for both of us waiting wifeysBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11225120786462140459noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12947560.post-6372073271399953022008-04-24T00:06:00.000-06:002008-04-24T00:06:00.000-06:002008-04-24T00:06:00.000-06:00Oooh, there is my sister up there...<BR/><BR/>My fetus is currently hiccuping too.whit. ing.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476068410689088333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12947560.post-12136248516321292452008-04-23T23:58:00.000-06:002008-04-23T23:58:00.000-06:002008-04-23T23:58:00.000-06:00We don't like Kans-ass (as we call it) in our house. <BR/><BR/>It's a husband thief.m. &amp; m.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17993427346019681523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12947560.post-58353418706124052952008-04-23T23:43:00.000-06:002008-04-23T23:43:00.000-06:002008-04-23T23:43:00.000-06:00I hope he doesn't have to be gone much longer! How hard for you! I'm happy your family is close by.Carinoreply@blogger.com