Tuesday, December 8, 2009
I am sick and tired of mom and dad do this do that. Well I don't know when I don't know How but I am going to run away I will pack blanket, quilt, plenty of clothes, watch, scriptures, you, hair stuff, food, lots and lots of mony over 1,000, House keys, bike & lock, backpack Mom's signature, dad's signature, Pens, Pencils, 1 or 2 extremely long books, winter stuff 1 or 2 toys, mainly just food and matches (for fire), I would sneak out at nighttime (2 in morning), pillow, I would dig out the bottom of a tree and, who am I kidding I wouldn't survive winter. Well I gess no matter what I do I AM STUCK AT MY HOUSE WITH MY INNOYING PARENTS!!!
Oh boy, calm down 12 year old Priscilla. This must have been a very 'innoying' day indeed for me to plan my runaway! Just a few comments I find particularly hilarious:
- This journal entry is nothing but an extremely long run-on sentence. I guess in the heat of the moment I had not need for periods.
- My random list of items. I especially love that was planning to talk about taking my parent's signatures with me. I guess I'll have many opportunities to forge their signatures while living in my tree.
- The fact that I am going to live in a tree.
Anything else you find hilarious?
Monday, November 30, 2009
My sister called me last week to ask if I wanted to get my eyebrows waxed with her. I never turn down a good bit of pampering so we made an appointment at our favorite spa. Later that evening we walked into the peaceful atmosphere of the Sego Lily Spa to receive our newly quaffed brows. I grabbed a quick mug of hot cider before being called to the room, and as my 'therapist' escorted me back, I took a quick sip of the cider. HOLY HELL IT WAS HOT! I burned my tongue soooo bad. And of course the lady asked me a question afterwards with me unable to talk. Nice.
So she begins to tweeze, trim, and wax my brows while I'm trying to keep my tongue from touching the roof of my mouth (owie!). The waxing hurts as usual, but my skin feels especially tender after she's done. Oh well, it happens when you rip hair out of your skin. So I head home with my ruby red eyebrows blazing for all the world to see. I get home, show my beautiful eyebrows to The Bob and kinda forget about the whole ordeal.
Upon getting ready for bed (you know, putting on jammies, flossing, brushing teeth, washing the face) I notice that right under my brows the skin is really raw and tender. And I mean raw! I call at Bob to come in the bathroom to confirm my suspicion. Bob agreed that a thin layer of my skin was ripped off during the waxing. Yikes! So it pretty much looks like this:
I had a wedding shower for my friend Mackenzie the day after (Saturday) and seriously used a ton of makeup to try and camouflage my sad eyelids. It worked fairly well, but not perfectly. So today I'm at school with my now-scarring brows hoping that nobody notices. I'm even wearing my glasses to help make it less noticeable. Sad day.
So needless to say it's going to be a while until I get my eyebrows waxed again. Yes they look great, but I'm not a fan of this ripped-off skin bit. I think next time I'll get them threaded. Keep the look, keep the skin. Good philosophy.
On a completely unrelated side-note: The Utah-BYU rivalry game this weekend was horrible to watch. Both teams were playing so dirty, and the refs were definitely one-sided. Not to mention Max Hall's nice commentary on hating everything to do with Utah. In case you missed it it went a little like this:
"I don't like Utah," Hall said. "In fact, I hate them. I hate everything about them. I hate their program, I hate their fans, I hate everything.... I think the whole university, their fans and their organization, is classless. They threw beer on my family and stuff last year, and they did a whole bunch of nasty things, and I don't respect them, and they deserve to lose."
Doesn't saying that the entire school is classless kinda make you classless, Max? Kinda hypocritical if you ask me. I'm a big-time Ute fan, and this comment went way too far. It's pretty sad that Max Hall hates me and all my comrades. Oh well, at least we didn't embarrass our school. My rebuttal to this statement? "You stay classy, Utah!"
Monday, November 23, 2009
Me: "Why yes winter, I do indeed smell you. And let me tell you how much I enjoy it. You smell like apple cider, gingerbread cookies, pine trees, and pumpkin pie! And boy, do I love me some pumpkin pie!"
Unreal conversations aside, winter is definitely here! I always have mixed feelings about this season. I love the look of snow; seeing everything blanketed in white is simply gorgeous! I also love sledding, skiing, and playing in the snow. I like getting bundled up on the couch with hot cocoa and a good novel. I especially love how everyone seems just a bit more thankful and giving around this time of year.
And believe it or not, I'm not the biggest fan of Christmas. I know, I know! Who wouldn't love the one day of the year that we get presents? I'm just not into it. I'm a horrible Christmas shopper. I always wait til the last minute (I'm talking Christmas Eve) to get shopping done. I'm always too worried about finals to focus on my Christmas spirit. I also feel like Christmas ends up way more stressful than it needs to be. I honestly could care less about oodles of presents. I just want a day of relaxation with my family in our jammies watching the 24 hour marathon of A Christmas Story and eating all the candy from our stockings. In fact, I'd love if we took a vacation over Christmas! Oh how much I'd love to spend a day at the beach over the break!
Christmas is just not my thing. I'm sure when I have a family of my own with kiddies I will be more into it, but until then, I think I might just hang out in my bipolar winter wonderland. Love it, hate it, I'm just not sure. Maybe this year will be different. Maybe winter and I will patch things up, make amends, buy each other BFF bracelets (Melinda, this reference is for you). And just maybe I won't be on my way to becoming the next Mrs. Grinch. Maybe.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
To begin, fall is my all-time favorite season. I love everything about it. I love watching the trees change, I love being able to wear my warmer clothes (my cold-weather wardrobe is WAY better than my warm-weather wardrobe). I love going to football games and drinking hot chocolate after a cool day. Me and fall are tight, and we will totally be BFFs forever!
I am the enemy of all fallen leaves, for if one is in my sights I will most definitely crunch it into oblivion. I will even go slightly out of my way to step on a crunchy looking leaf. It is my biggest fall addiction. Hello, my name is Priscilla Neve and I am a lean, mean, leaf-crunching machine.
So here's where the story comes in. I was leaving work yesterday and walking up the stairs outside. To my joy and surprise the sides of the stairs were covered, and I mean COVERED in perfect, brown, dry, crunch leaves. So what did I do? I went on the biggest leaf-demolishing rampage of my life. I jumped, I stomped, I giggled, and boy did it feel good! This was, by far, the best leaf-crunching episode of the fall season. (It's making it on to the blog, for goodness sakes!) Just as I'm reaching the last few heavenly steps, I hear a quiet chortle behind me.
Holy fish sticks, Spongebob! There was a lady behind me that witnessed the entire ordeal. My beautiful moment was ruined! My cheeks turned a lovely shade of crimson (Go Utes!), and I quickly skipped the last steps. Yeah, I was kinda embarrassed. Worst of all, we had to stand next to each other waiting to cross the intersection. She looked at me with a smirk on my face and I couldn't muster up an explanation for my actions. I should have 'fessed up to my addiction. I shouldn't have hidden it from her. I should have finished the job and smashed the life out of those last clumps of leaves. But I didn't. I feel sheepish.
This little event just adds to my week of embarrassment.
I have a coworker named Craig. He's a pretty cool chap and we chilled in the office all summer while working full time. So yeah, we're work chums. I like bugging him, and he tolerates it. Kudos to him.
Now to the story: I was about to leave our office on Monday with backpack and sweater in tow. Craig had left to go to the restroom, and as I saw him approach the door I yelled out, "BOO!"
...Too bad it wasn't Craig passing the office. I was some random, sophisticated-looking man probably in his 50s or so. He came back into view and saw me, shocked and bewildered Cilla, searching for an explanation. My face flared as I responded, "Uhh...sorry about that...I thought you were my coworker coming back into the office and so I tried to scare him, but clearly it wasn't him, so I'm sorry I just randomly hollered at you, and, uh, yeah." He gave me a funky look. A wow-that-was-the-most-random-thing-that-has-ever-happened-to-me look. After a second of this awkwardness he simply responded with, "That's okay, it was pretty funny. Kinda made my day." He then 'turned on his heel' and left. Now I've read this expression before, but never actually witnessed it. Seeing this man turn on his heel made my day, too. I guess it was a mutual day-making experience.
Too bad it had to come at such an embarrassing price. I will definitely identify before I scare next time. I also need to work on that beet-faced thing. It totally gives me away. I could have played it cool had my cheeks not given me away. Right? Right? Of course right.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
I thought it would be fun if I went blonde just for a kick, and then decided to see how many people would encourage me. Who knows if it'll work, but it'll be fun to see! If you want to join the group you can go here.
I'll keep you posted!
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
So about a month ago Bob and I noticed that parts of our wall in our bedroom were splitting. We alerted our landlord, and we come to find out that water is seeping through the wall. Uh-oh. Thankfully our great landlords were willing to fix it. After thinking that only part of the wall would need to be removed it turned out that entire thing had to go. So after a week of their hard, diligent work, the wall is fixed! We even had a fun little sleepover in the living room on the couch cushions while waiting for the new paint to dry. Seriously, though, our couches are awesome. We both slept like babies, and didn't want to wake up on Saturday. I like sleepovers :)
Things just keep getting better and better in the Neve household. In other news:
The other day I showered shortly before bed and decided to curl my hair. Bob's cute mom gave me some sponge rollers for our wedding after I'd mentioned how much I liked them when I was younger. So after doing the washing, I rolled my damp hair into the curlers. I wanted the rollers to stay in all night because my hair is still fairly short, so I rolled them good n' tight. Upon waking up the next morning I took out the curlers to see this awesome sight:
Clearly I rolled my hair a bit too tight. Yeah... I was laughing so hard that Bob had to pick me up off the bathroom floor. I still lose it everytime I see that picture. I think it'll be a little while before I curl my hair again. Or at least I'll make sure to roll them looser next time. I especially love how in the second pic there are some bottom pieces not as curly. It kinda looks like a curly mullet. Those are H-O-T!
Once again, SO HAPPY!
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
I was sitting in one of my classes, zoning away from the lecture. My head plopped on my palm, and my eyes slowly drooped for slumber. Before I could be whisked away into partially-sleeping-but-still-kinda-awake-in-case-my-professor-notices-land I detect thin slivers of paper on the floor. Wait, those papers are curved. Wait, those are not pieces of paper at all...are those...I mean, could those possibly be...
SERIOUSLY? Who in the heck decided that class was a good place to trim up their nails? I mean, really! That is just a wee bit disgusting. This person must have been raised in isolation, because you don't clip your nails in public. You just don't. Keep that hygiene in your house, please. I can only imagine what the other students thought as this guy (I'm assuming it's a guy, because women have far greater class than dudes) whipped out his nail clippers and started snipping away. I think my bluntness would have given him a crusty look and then said something like, "Seriously, dude? Can you keep the clipping to your private life? I'd really not have your shards of nail in my granola bar." Sheesh!
Priscilla finds herself at WalMart (I know, I know! But I went there to see if their optical center was still open. It's now a Subway). As I'm looking at cheap shampoos, and smelling my way to a headache, an old man walks up to me and asks where we keep the batteries for hearing aids.
SERIOUSLY? How in the world do I stand out from the other brainwashed WalMart shoppers as being an employee? Do you see me wearing the smock? Do I have a nametag asking you in a ominously friendly way if I May Help You? NO! Bob suggested the solution, "But you're wearing a blue shirt." Psh. Yeah. A BABY blue shirt.
So there you have it. Apparantly I look like a WalMart employee. I bought the shampoo. And a Milky Way. Why don't I feel better?
Friday, September 11, 2009
Miss Ginny is a 3 year old chinchilla. She is super soft and quite the character. Chinchillas are prey animals and take a while to trust new owners. It'll be a while before she lets us hold her. Sad day. But other than that, she is a funny little creature who loves raisins, being pet behind those big ears, and taking dust baths. The only problem with this little critter:
So we're happy, and now a family of three. I'm sure we'll have many an adventure with out new Ginny, and I can't wait to share it all with you. And maybe someday I can come home to a snugly, puffy, wonderful dog of my own.
Monday, August 24, 2009
We spent a friggin' hot day finding what fun is at Lagoon with Mike Simmons and Nate Birth.
We went camping in Island Lake in the Uintas. We hiked in 3 1/2 miles with all our stuff and my shoulders divorced me. After some consoling, they finally decided to rejoin Team Priscilla and the weekend was a wonderful adventure of fishing, swimming, and cliff jumping.
Jeff Panos came to test his guts. He chickened out like three others...myself included. SCARIEST THING EVER!! (And hurts your butt if you land wrong. I learned this from last year's jump).
Bob, Ashley, and Chaz opted to ride to shore. Water. Friggin. Freezing.
We swam in an underwater cave,
And flew high in the sky!
Monday, August 17, 2009
Saturday, August 8, 2009
My tummy hurts.
I'm yawning so hard tears stream out of my eyes.
But here I am unable to nap.
Oh how I hope that a sleeping pill helps tonight.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
I will overcome my demon.
I will cure myself of this blogging disease.
I will WIN!
Wish me luck!
I have a problem and I am more than ready to admit it. I am addicted to stalking websites that provide me with free Blogger backgrounds. I then constantly alter my own blog in hopes of satisfying my need for change and renewal.
I am ill and confessing it to you all right now.
I feel guilty and am now calling out to the blogging world to help me. How can I stop this raving addiction?
This beast within me that whispers, "your background is too bland, time to spice it up."
With which I respond, "it looks just fine, someimes simple is best."
"Is that what you're trying to tell your fans? That you're PLAIN?"
"Stop it! Stop it! You know my blog doesn't attract 'fans' only a few "followers.' And no one comments anymore so who even knows how many people even read this random blabber."
"Exactly, little Priscilla. No one's reading because your background is bland and you need something better. Something flashier. Something new. Go to the websites, go surf your day away browsing the polka dots, the stripes, the wide variety of free backgrounds. GO!"I am powerless to my nagging need for new, and begin to stalk the following websites:
...a $5.00 bet that I can keep my blog background the same for 1 month. Who's willing to take me on?
Thursday, July 9, 2009
- Ignacio (Nacho)
You think it will be all sunshine and joy and joyness but it is not quite that fantastical. Don't get me wrong, it is a fun, new, and exciting adventure. I have greatly enjoyed being married and having a new home with a man that I love.
But I wish that, like babies, newlywed life came with an instruction guide. There are so many things that you don't think of, and oh how a little booklet would help! (Especially if it had pop-up pictures!)
I wish it would have told me to lower some expectations and be satisfied with life.
For example, I wanted things to be perfect from day 1:
- I wanted us to be completely moved in after the first week with everything in its right place, and the apartment feeling like home...
...After a month and a couple weeks we still have boxes in the front room, pictures to hang up, and countless other chores to complete. Ugh.
- I wanted to calculate a perfect budget and make perfect lists of everything that we would need to perfectly stick to that budget...
...No such budget has made it's debut as of late.
- I wanted to get my name changed ASAP, get thank yous written and sent, and finished wrapping up things from the wedding...
...The stupid Social Security office is only open M-F from 9-4 and I work 8-4. I'll have to get off work early tomorrow to get my name changed. Boo. Did I mention that not 1 thank you has been written?
- I wanted us to get into a good rhythm of getting up in the morning, making lunches, planning dinners, spending equal amounts of time with each other as with friends and family, and still having an awesome summer at the same time...
...Umm... what was I thinking!?!
And I didn't get that perfection. There just isn't enough time in the day to do everything I desired. After 7 hours of sleep, 8 hours of work, dinner, errands, home-improvement, laundry, and dishes, how did I ever expect to get it all done? My expectations were on a mountain, and my abilities were in a ravine.
I can't recall a specific moment or epiphany that triggered my change of mind, but a couple weeks ago something in me snapped. It was as if someone came up to me and shook some sense into me. I asked myself 1 simple question:
Why did I want all these things?
I had every blessing I could imagine: a good job, a caring husband, fun family and friends, food in the house, clothes on my back, and a wonderful life that was passing me by.
Since then, I have been attempting to find a happy medium between getting things done and enjoying the fun activities of summer. So far, it's working! I'm pulling my expectations down, and taking special care to enjoy this summer. Last week alone we went boating (first time wakesurfing!), fishing (also a first time for me!), to Bob's family's cabin with his siblings (not a first time, but still great), and up the canyon on Saturday to roast some mallows. Good times.
Our apartment is looking better and better each day! There are still a few more things to do, but I know they will all be completed in time. It's finally starting to feel like summer. (I know, halfway into July, and Summer finally hits me!) I am a happier, more laid-back person right now with high hopes for the rest of the year. As much as I know we both want to do so many things (camping, fishing, hiking, Lagoon, water parks, BBQ's, game nights, etc.), I am content with what will come from this summer...keeping in mind that the years ahead of us will be filled with countless time to have adventures.
Sheesh! Thank goodness I figured this out sooner than later! I could still be the crazy wife trying to perfect everything in her life. There is still the little Cilla in me nagging to get everything in order, but I'm working hard every day to keep her (fairly) quiet. Bob and I are continually working on improving our marriage through increasing our communication, support, and love with one another. Life is good.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
My friend and coworker from the Utah Museum of Natural History passed away last Thursday. Diane Karwacki peacefully passed after an intense battle with pancreatic cancer. These few months have really helped me realize the frailty of life. She had no signs, indications, or symptoms before being diagnosed. In fact, if a chest X-ray hadn't "accidentally" captured a picture of her pancreas, they may not have caught the cancer until...well... She was given up to 6 months with intensive chemotherapy treatments to live, and the cancer took her after 2 1/2. I will miss her dearly. She was always full of spunk, energy, and her personality matched her bright red hair. I am sad to have missed these last months with her as I no longer work at the Museum.
I never got to say goodbye.
Her events were impeccable, her attitude firm, and her heart full. I will miss her so much, and hope she finds peace and happiness in the next life. Traffic and Sweet Pea will miss their mom so much, as well as her sweet husband, Matt. I can only hope that they are able to find comfort during this emotional time.
Love you forever, Diane.