Earlier today I posted my 9/11 thoughts, so if you're reading this one first, please don't think I'm heartless and unfeeling. I had some time today to write on here, so I got on to post about my summer, but started with 9/11 thoughts...it just felt wrong to switch gears and add all this stuff on the end of that post. So if you want to hear some September 11 heartfelt memories and those kinds of things, check out the post from earlier today. I promise I left my usual snark out of it.
Moving on to the summer that just ended (*sob* (meaning sad crying, not an acronym for something more in the expletive category which may or may not be fitting if shouted here)), and a couple stories that happened right before it started:
I guess I'll start with the first thing I promised WAY back in June (still not apologizing for the three month delay): The Shelf That Tried to Kill Me!!! Dun Dun DUUUUUN (if you didn't get that, it was musical...figure it out. Also, I need to stop with the parentheses. IT'S MY BLOG AND I'LL INSERT RANDOM COMMENTS LIKE THEY'RE SECRETS IN PARENTHESIS IF I WANT! And type-shout, too, apparently.) Ok, the shelf-star of the story that took place last May, or June maybe, looks great now
"Woohoo!" thought I, "I'll just put anchors in all of them and make sure two screws, if not all three, are in a stud just to be safe."
Irony, you b----...ad, mean, nasty thing.
So Kelly and I skipped happily to a hardware store and bought a stud finder and I think this may have been when we decided to purchase a level that would have been helpful when I hung up our headboard way back when. (Parentheses sidenote: Every single time I use or even think about a level, I think of a sketch from MadTV that isn't even that funny, but the link is here because it wouldn't let me embed the video. I think Kevin and/or Bryan were there when I saw this. If you either of you remember it you're cool.)
So I used the stud finder to locate three studs and used 2-inch screws and anchors and got it all on and it felt sturdy. So trusting Ikea I put a couple books on there, maybe like 15 lbs. And it all came crashing down! I jumped back, but if I hadn't I might not have feet anymore. I ended up getting super-heavy-duty anchors from a real hardware store and put in not three, but seven screws, four of them in studs and the rest anchored. Before I put anything on it I tried to wiggle it...I was much more observant this time and noticed that it still didn't feel as sturdy as it probably should. So we went back to Ikea and got three L brackets, I don't really know the real name of them, to brace it from underneath (The Magic School Bus taught me that triangles are the strongest shape) and used 2-inch screws there, too, just to super-stabilize things. Finally, it worked! It now holds more than 30 pounds of books and Kel's Food Network magazines and some other stuff. It even lived through the earthquake last month with no problems at all. I got it to work with my extreme stubbornness, and it looks pretty good, I say! The only problem is it took us awhile to get used to it, so we ran into it a couple times after it was first up on the wall. But along with looking cute, it freed up a whole shelf on our wall o' books for my ever expanding misc/Dick Francis collection. Also, keep in mind the adorable green teapot on the shelf in the picture up there. It is important later. Kinda. I guess.
Next story. The Evil Nail That Really Did Take My Foot Off--(Or At Least Caused a Nasty "Contusion" as the Witch Doctor Put It.
We were having some people over on a Sunday evening and I was putting a few last things away before they got here. As I walked from the linoleumed kitchen to the carpeted living room, I scuffed my heel on a cheapo thresholdy-thing. It's basically just a little gold metal thingy nailed down to the floor to hide the edge of the carpet, but whoever put the nails in took hammer lessons at idiot school so they were all kind of crooked and therefore the heads were sticking up a bit. One of these caught me square in the center of my heel and took a huge chunk of skin out. So when our guests got here, I was sitting on edge of the tub crying while my blood ran down the drain and Kelly was trying to clean the massive gouge and patch it up. (I put this in parenthesis and italics because it's kinda gross and if you're really squeamish don't read it. I've given fair warning. Fortunately it left a flap of skin still hooked on one side, so we got it the right way around and we were able to stick it back over the wound after we cleaned it out with peroxide and Neosporin and band-aid it up.) Gross part over! It wasn't really too nasty, right? So I was limping a bit, but a few days later it was feeling a lot better and I could walk normally. Story over, right? Wrong. About four days later I was feeling pretty good and then Evil Kelly and Evil Parents ganged up on me and told me since I hadn't gotten a tetanus shot since kindergarten I had to go get one. I dug my heels in (ha ha...punny) but Kelly brought up all sorts of nasty pictures and information about tetanus online (Wikipedia, you are my new enemy), and he saw my resolve slipping because I wasn't sure that was the death for me and he took the opportunity to literally heave me into the car and take me to the doctor. Once we got there he had the nerve to ask if he could go to the comic book store next door while I was back in the office. He took one look at my face and decided he would stay in the waiting room. Well, one tetanus shot and three x-rays later, a crazy witch doctor from somewhere in Africa told me "I haf to cut tis open! Tis will not heal!" I said "Liar! It is almost healed already you crazy fake doctor!" But I didn't really, because no matter what Kelly says, I actually am a pretty nice person. She said there was something black in the cut on the x-ray and she had to get it out or my foot would shrivel up and fall off. She numbed it up, which was painful. Who sticks a huge needle into someone's foot and then wiggles it around just for spite!? I think maybe she was a mind-reading witch doctor, so she knew what I was calling her in my head. Then she cut the flap off and dug around for awhile and I was crying and she told me to buck up. Then she said, "Oh! Nevermind, there was nothing in there. That was remarkably clean! It was just the scab I saw on the x-ray." Then I strangled her. In my mind. In real life I limped out to the waiting room with my "Contusion on foot" paperwork and shot Kelly a look of death for taking me to the crap-doctor from The Simpsons...only African style (Why oh why couldn't I have gone to Dr. Hibbert?). He is so lucky he wasn't at the comic book store because he would have had to walk home after I roared off in the car without him, and he would have been locked out of the house for a few days. He is also lucky he didn't spontaneously combust from that look I sent his way. I had taken that day off work (a Friday) because we were supposed to go to Philadelphia that weekend, but I was in no shape for walking so we stayed home. When the numbing wore off my foot hurt, but my arm hurt worse. Tetanus shots are so freaking horrible! My mom actually told me a story that illustrates in nicely if any of you have forgotten the pain (I certainly hadn't even though my last tetanus shot had been nearly 20 years previous when I was 5, which is why I was so reluctant to get another one in the first place. On to my mom's story:): when she was 10 she fell through a window and cut up her left arm really bad and had to get a whole bunch of stitches. She also got a tetanus shot in her right arm. She said that she was doing everything left-handed for the next couple days because the arm with 20 stitches hurt less than the one she got the tetanus jab in. Yeah...it's that bad. (Update: she actually wrote about that experience on her own blog here.) So I was really whiney and made sure Kelly and my parents knew how extremely miserable I was and Kelly took me shopping. He got me that green teapot I pointed out on the shelf-that-wants-me-dead, some blue nail polish while waiting for my horse pills at the pharmacy (yeah, those on top of everything else. I hate you Dr. African Nick---and no, that is not her real name. Dr. Nick is the aforementioned shady doctor from The Simpsons for those of you who don't watch enough TV) and at TJ Maxx he got me a cool beaded throw pillow for our bed. I also neglected to mention the amazing bench he got me for our anniversary. Thank you Kelly! He also took very good care of me, and only rolled his eyes when he thought I wasn't looking in response to my constant complaints.
Enough milking that story, I healed eventually. And school ended for the year! So this brings us to yet another story: Kevin and Lindsey Get Hitched...and We Flew to Utah To Be There When It Happened:
|Aw, I think they're in love!|
|Kelly and me at the Logan Temple waiting for pictures|
|Cami and Kelly, both looking cute.|
The next day they had an open house in Pleasant View that my parents threw. It was supposed to be in our backyard, but it was really windy and rainy, so it got moved to the church cultural hall. I thought it turned out really nice. Good thing, too, since we worked all day on it hanging lights and lanterns and everything.
|Kelly was smart and actually took a few pictures of the open house we put on. However, he didn't check to see if they were blurry or not...but there was an ice cream bar!|
It was so much fun to see everyone from the 2nd Ward and from Bountiful. I got told that the movie Freedom Writers reminds them of me...that made me feel bad because teaching here is nothing like that. At all. But it was sweet of everyone to think of me.
Then we got a day off, and the day after that we went up to Declo, Idaho for the reception at Lindsey's grandparents' house. It was nice not to have to do anything hahaha, but we didn't know anyone so Kelly, Cami, Bryan, and I chilled at a table and talked. On the way home we missed the freeway entrance and didn't get home until 2AM or something, but it was a fun drive.
The rest of the trip we had a fun fourth of July at Kelly's parents' house and went canoeing on Pineview Reservoir and saw a great blue heron rookery, which was really cool. And we just generally hung out with the people we love.
It was hard to come home. Especially when we stepped out of the airport and felt the damp air. Humidity, I want to kill you as much as my house wants to kill me.
Okay, last story: When We Finally Took Our Trip to Philadelphia That Had Previously Been Held Up by a Witch Doctor and a Tetanus Shot
Yes, in August we finally rescheduled our previously-canceled-due-to-foot-and-arm-pain Philly trip that was supposed to happen in early June. We were able to get a hotel right in the city-center for cheap on Priceline and we just parked our car and walked everywhere. We went to the Franklin Fountain for old-timey ice cream and sodas.
|Franklin Fountain Mint Something-or-Other that we fortunately decided to share since it was so huge.|
Then we walked around Independence Park, and went to the Franklin Institute and saw the huge mummy exhibit (no pictures allowed there). Then we checked into the Marriott.
|I can't remember what this was, but it's in Independence Park...same with the next two pics|
|Independence Hall on the outside...yeah, it's under construction.|
|Liberty Bell with Kelly and Kelly's pudgy-lookin' wife|
|LOVE in Philly|
and found this really weird place with a bunch of things like giant dominoes and chess pieces and monopoly things, so we snapped some pictures there and also got some of the local architecture.
Then we went back to our room and cleaned up and went to an AMAZING restaurant called Chifa. Chef Jose Garces made a super interesting menu there, mixing South/Central American and Asian flavors to make delicious and original masterpieces. It's kind of cool, because the entrees are quite small, so you get 3-4 and share them family style. All of it was really good, but our favorite dish was duck tacos with kimchi on top. It sounds weird, but I think it may be one of the best things I have ever tasted.
The next day was Sunday so we had bought some things for breakfast and the 1 1/2 hour drive home the day before at Reading Market. We got up, ate that, watched some TV, checked out, and headed home. It was such a fun trip! It was really nice just to have a getaway with Kelly. It was also nice to be close enough to walk everywhere and not have to drive. I had always had a nasty opinion of Philly since I had Teach For America institute there, and lived there without Kelly for over a month, only two weeks after we had gotten married, but this trip was so fun Philly holds much better memories for me now. I would love to go back and see some more things.
Did anyone really make it this far in this post? I know it's super-long, but I had a lot to cover. That's most of the big things. Summer was mostly relaxing at home for me. Kelly worked, so I had a lot of alone time to exercise (a tiny bit), read, sleep, clean, watch Nate Berkus, and make stuff, like repainting this recipe box I found at Goodwill for Kelly!
|Before: Fresh from the shelves of Goodwill|
|Before: The Inside Edition|
|After cleaning, sanding, and many many coats of paint and some hand-painted lettering by moi|
|After: The Inside Edition--I seriously love the shiny red paint in there.|
|One more gratuitous picture of my work.|
I should have worked on my Hopkins portfolio and those stupid online classes I need to finish up my masters degree, but I didn't do a single thing on any of them this summer. I went back to school on my birthday, although the first week is teachers only. That night Kelly gave me some presents, like the new Jane Eyre movie and a basket for storage in our living room that I love, and took me to a Korean BBQ place for dinner. My mom sent me a Lowe's giftcard so I got the cordless drill I've been wanting.
|24-year-old me, my movie, and my basket|
|My new basket in use holding magazines and our fluffy nap blanket. Oh, and Libby, whose first reaction to my new basket was to bite it.|