tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63031279101196746132024-03-05T08:44:18.299-08:00nannersbanannersdoodle doodle dooAnnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09007954799756715356noreply@blogger.comBlogger153125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303127910119674613.post-17817636944417449822011-05-03T13:46:00.000-07:002011-05-03T13:57:17.669-07:00curry in a hurryI may or may not have made coconut curry last night for dinner and had <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">bollywood</span> music playing when Dave got home. (and did my best to dance like they do in the music video)<br /><br />A few hints for next time:<br /><br />Use less cayenne pepper, it will make it easier to eat. (and i like spice)<br /><br />Make it at someone <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">elses</span> house, because me and my house still smell like curry.<br /><br />Rent the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">bollywood</span> version of Pride and Prejudice, it will add to the experience.<br /><br />Learn how to make that bread, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Naan</span>? I love that stuff.<br /><br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">namaste</span>.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09007954799756715356noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303127910119674613.post-60764441167536838772011-04-23T12:00:00.000-07:002011-04-23T12:32:36.083-07:00GethsemaneEaster is tomorrow. And to be honest, it is always good to have a reminder that Easter is about more than Reeses peanut butter eggs and Cadbury anything.<br /><br />Back in October my husband I went to my nephews Primary program, and they sang a song I had never heard. It was so powerful and full of the spirit. It made us both cry. I have since been campaigning for our Primary to learn and sing it.<br /><br />This version I found on youtube really doesn't do it justice. Just imagine a stage full of sweet little faces singing at the top of their lungs. Beautiful.<br /><br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BE-VuSBlmGA?rel=0" frameborder="0" width="480"></iframe><br /><br />A sweet reminder of the love He has for us.<br /><br />Happy EasterAnnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09007954799756715356noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303127910119674613.post-54853472861303460682011-04-19T13:34:00.000-07:002011-04-22T11:13:37.290-07:00heartsDo you know what expression I do not understand? This is something a lot of people say that almost makes me cringe.<br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">"In my heart of hearts"</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br />Huh? Where did this come from? Why, oh why is it used?<br /><br />We have one heart. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Juuuuust</span> one.<br /><br />I know they are not meaning it literally. I still don't love it. What do they mean when they are saying it?<br /><br /><br /><br />Fix it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(apologies if you use this phrase. i forgive you. from the bottom of my hearts)Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09007954799756715356noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303127910119674613.post-21874303413762053642011-03-29T21:15:00.000-07:002011-03-29T21:44:21.636-07:00impressivecurrently impressed by: <br /><br />my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">texting</span> skills. <br />i have a "smart phone" and it has that fancy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">schmancy</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">swype</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">texting</span>. lovely little invention. however, every time i try and "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">swype</span>" the word you, it comes out <em>thou</em>. i do this a lot. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ive</span> decided that it shows a higher level of respect to those that i text. <br /><br />my ability to eat cookies. <br />girl scout cookies. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">samoas</span>. husband doesn't eat them so he reminds me when they are gone that there is only one person to blame... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ps</span>- sugar cookies from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">smartcookie</span> MUST be made with crack. it would be embarrassing to admit the actual amount of both kinds of cookies that i have recently consumed. <br /><br />my ability to not vomit when a patient of mine does. <br />it is really gross. and it happens. vomit at the hospital happens a lot. but yet i have been able to NOT toss the above beloved cookies. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><br /><br />im</span> assuming you are impressed too. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error"><br /><br />ps</span>-forgive the lazy, no capitalization and no punctuation <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">ect</span>. or... just be impressed by it. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error"><br /><br />pps</span>- its been awhile huh?Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09007954799756715356noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303127910119674613.post-56930507407613886962011-01-26T18:49:00.000-08:002011-01-26T18:59:59.885-08:00good thing.One year ago today, I said yes.<br /><br />And I am so happy that I did.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Here's</span> to:<br /><br />countless pans of brownies, thinking <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">each other</span> is hilarious, grown up purchases, trips together (and getting to sleep in the same bed), late night 7-11 runs, and all the other wonderful things saying yes brought.<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">xoxo</span>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09007954799756715356noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303127910119674613.post-3579045085295087912011-01-21T17:02:00.000-08:002011-01-21T17:36:23.760-08:00basementI have been sick the last few weeks. You know, the man voice, stuffy nose, energy sucker, cough that sounds like a dog barking kind of sick. I sounded like death. Felt like dirt.<br /><br />Turns out sick people don't really feel comfortable with a nurse coughing all over them. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Whatev</span>.<br /><br />So I have spent the majority of time locked up in my basement on the couch. The first few days were not too bad. Pajamas and crappy TV without feeling guilty. Then it starts to wear on you. My skin lost its "I just got back from Cancun" luster (thank you in-laws!), my little chest got all too use to wearing no bra, and I'm not sure if my husband would recognize me if I put on makeup and I ran out of clean pajamas.<br />I got bored. I read a lot of blogs. Pretty sure I looked at all of your friends blogs. (you all have lovely friends) Looked at lots of crafting, fashion and food blogs. This all made me feel uncreative, backwards and hungry.<br />I reached an all time low when I found myself watching 3 episodes of The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. Yikes. More glitter and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">botox</span> than I can handle. Pretty sure those stiff foreheads scared most the sick out of me.<br /><br />I'm feeling better. Left the house. Returned to work. Wearing a bra and makeup. And feeling like I don't need to watch TV for a long time....<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">or at least till next <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">wednesday</span> (tell me you saw this weeks Modern Family?!)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09007954799756715356noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303127910119674613.post-45137786326250444962011-01-13T00:01:00.000-08:002011-01-13T11:12:08.427-08:00my blog brings people together.Really it does. No, really.<br /><br />Back in May of 2009 I posted <a href="http://nannersbananners.blogspot.com/2009/05/bippity-boppity.html">this</a>. The important part there was me mentioning this cool chick who was going on 31 dates before she turned 31. She blogged about it. I liked.<br /><br />Then, a friend of mine(from my mission, who I didn't think ever read my blog) saw it on my blog and told her brother about the dating extravaganza and he signed up to be date number 31 and now... <span style="font-size:180%;">they are getting married!</span> Pretty darn great huh? I'm almost positive they will name their first born after me.<br /><br />This all makes me very happy.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09007954799756715356noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303127910119674613.post-12732915202867805072011-01-10T12:11:00.000-08:002011-01-10T12:34:29.968-08:00Thanks for all the Christmas cards we had in our mailbox this year. Kansas, you all are so good looking. Really. Pretty people and your pretty families. The cards are still on the fridge.<br /><br />You may have noticed that we <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">didn't</span> send out cards. Yeah. I'm still working on our wedding thank yous. I know. It has been 6 months. I know. Don't judge me. According to etiquette I have 1 year.<br /><br />Now, if we did send out cards, I may have added this picture. Because nothing says Merry Christmas like me makeup free, in pajamas that are a wee bit small and Dave in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">U of U</span> garb.<br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><span ></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD34Sg2zTk7kj9KdOWevyjN0tKWZBGXnv_mhR8hSoufk891vXbrsQyEj1Dy3YIRIo9THr2lYyq7GML5x0SWqU0OVoBQtpAf5a4M2PE7mRz3xvW6Ze6TnVU5NtK3eUteMRtXqv591HRubk/s1600/CIMG0617.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560656080113036962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD34Sg2zTk7kj9KdOWevyjN0tKWZBGXnv_mhR8hSoufk891vXbrsQyEj1Dy3YIRIo9THr2lYyq7GML5x0SWqU0OVoBQtpAf5a4M2PE7mRz3xvW6Ze6TnVU5NtK3eUteMRtXqv591HRubk/s400/CIMG0617.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Hope all of your holidays were as wonderful as ours!</div><div> </div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">xoxo</span><br /><br /></div><div></div>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09007954799756715356noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303127910119674613.post-78692220847429611482010-11-12T15:09:00.001-08:002010-11-12T15:31:09.707-08:005 monthsOver a month ago I had a dream. It started out to be a great one. It was a Ferris <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bueller's</span> day off with one of my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">bffs</span> Serena.<br />It turned bad. The toilet was full of swimming triceratops that were out to bite. Then small children started to climb out of the toilet. They were followed by the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Dalai</span> Lama. Naturally.<br /><br />I woke up in the middle of the night disturbed and confused. I was a little freaked out to be honest. AND I also had to tinkle. For a good ten minutes I tried to talk myself into walking down the dark hall to the bathroom. I couldn't get the triceratops, children and the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Dalai</span> Lama out of my mind.<br />So I nudged my husband, warned him that this was going to sound crazy, and then asked him to walk me to the bathroom.<br /><br />He did. (Turns out there were no left over triceratops, children or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Dalai</span> Lama)<br /><br />I am a grown woman. What? I have been walking myself to the bathroom for years.<br /><br />Now...<br /><br />it is kind of nice that I have a dark hall escort.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09007954799756715356noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303127910119674613.post-45206505379912990432010-11-03T15:13:00.000-07:002010-11-03T19:22:24.261-07:00addictedDave and I have an unhealthy addiction to Modern Family. We discovered it this summer on Hulu. We spent many a minutes watching whatever episodes we could find online. We purchased Season 1 as soon as it was out and stayed up late watching it.<br /><br />We love it. I think we have a crush on it. We both find ourselves bringing it up in casual conversation. Kind of like when you have a crush on someone and so you bring them up in conversation just to hear their name.<br /><br />I don't even care that the show is kind of trendy right now. It brings me joy every Wednesday night. Chances are we have already tried converting you to watching it too.<br /><br /><br />I tried finding a video clip to give a taste, but couldn't find one to do it justice.<br /><br />Just watch a little on <a href="http://www.hulu.com/search?query=Modern+Family&st=0">hulu</a>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />ps- Horror. I just read on another blog that they.... didn't like Modern Family. It saddened me.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09007954799756715356noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303127910119674613.post-12724812759887459242010-11-03T14:25:00.000-07:002010-11-03T15:11:50.143-07:00This picture really doesn't have anything to do with the post. I just like it.<br /><div align="center">(<span style="font-size:85%;">Dave and my nephew Sammy. )</span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizMOo0JTpCSELWWw9C96YCQS2rqAZU7tEjKNE1hCLXoIIzf1KUVcUEJxRMZb1NBMQzigBizIOmiz-HzPpEK6rz_9KPX73aeihQ07PC0R6ZF7VnoHWnqtnLOSFgYh0UX2n4CRe7YmSl4sA/s1600/CIMG0543.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535438261834695746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizMOo0JTpCSELWWw9C96YCQS2rqAZU7tEjKNE1hCLXoIIzf1KUVcUEJxRMZb1NBMQzigBizIOmiz-HzPpEK6rz_9KPX73aeihQ07PC0R6ZF7VnoHWnqtnLOSFgYh0UX2n4CRe7YmSl4sA/s400/CIMG0543.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /> Me, my sisters in-law and my momma went to Vegas. Just the girls. Well, just the girls plus baby Sammy and baby Cole.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwHlLh6ArprBmxNkJNVMXwTn4Wy4BVqc-3TF7k0XsauTS1DaXd8p1DenPB-Ad4bLzfLJOHv1rK7V8s02JxUtp-PY3vxYZn9tlAQsrYlMk0ZdaCTIb2p4xkgUEY6fklFYAca1_80IFZoLo/s1600/CIMG0607.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535441152813357410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwHlLh6ArprBmxNkJNVMXwTn4Wy4BVqc-3TF7k0XsauTS1DaXd8p1DenPB-Ad4bLzfLJOHv1rK7V8s02JxUtp-PY3vxYZn9tlAQsrYlMk0ZdaCTIb2p4xkgUEY6fklFYAca1_80IFZoLo/s400/CIMG0607.JPG" border="0" /></a> We did what most people do in Vegas. Ate yummy food, went shopping and stayed up late into the night beading jewelry. My mom brought a trunk full of beads and we created.<br /><br />I must confess that I am somewhat of a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">disappointment</span> to my mother. All my sister in-laws are much better at beading jewelry than I am. I was much more interested in stuffing my face and chit chatting. It is a good thing my brothers married wonderful ladies. :) She needs to pass on her talent.<br /><br />Thanks for the good times ladies!<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOhBFJlCLtNbQgyDNisLOKKdWZE0hMehiYrGyoqRBiq4jnxnWJWpMUi3BzbWefDaH4D-DpTJ0WbD4sWu_z9D-_k_kOyONaTJur0Q53j82GTG1kCQES9PCOtvwRumNMvJMfwHis1_pkwL0/s1600/CIMG0601.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535446968541076434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOhBFJlCLtNbQgyDNisLOKKdWZE0hMehiYrGyoqRBiq4jnxnWJWpMUi3BzbWefDaH4D-DpTJ0WbD4sWu_z9D-_k_kOyONaTJur0Q53j82GTG1kCQES9PCOtvwRumNMvJMfwHis1_pkwL0/s400/CIMG0601.JPG" border="0" /></a> </p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ps</span>- My only regret is that Carolyn and I shared the PB Euphoria at Max Brenner chocolate instead of getting our own. </span><br /></p>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09007954799756715356noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303127910119674613.post-18440063543717444902010-10-12T15:19:00.000-07:002010-10-12T18:09:08.792-07:00meals on wheelsLong day in spent in government buildings. (traffic school and dmv)<br />So naturally I needed something special to reward myself.<br />Pulled into In-N-Out to get a burger.<br />I felt a little sheepish when the drive-thru girl asked, "are you planning on eating in the car?" um... what she should have said is, "are you one of the fatties that can't wait to get home to eat your hamburger?"<br />I of course told her I would be one of the fatties.<br />Turns out they aren't just taking a poll of all of the slobs that come through. They gave me a "lap mat."<br /><br />Lovely. I can set fries on my lap and not get messy.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I'm gross.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09007954799756715356noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303127910119674613.post-30951989305450972662010-09-29T14:02:00.000-07:002010-09-29T15:05:48.138-07:00Colder please.Dear Refrigerator Gods,<br /><br />I was fine with our refrigerator breaking the day we got married. Really, I was. It meant I didn't have to clean it after all the usage by the single men (one especially messy one).<br />It was fun to pick out a new one with the husband. Cute. Our first big purchase.<br /><br />I have loved the new fridge. All nice and new. Making ice and giving me filtered water. Keeping food cold and the freezer was a champ! Things that needed to be frozen were.<br /><br />Then after a weekend away and a brutal night shift, when I came home to a smelly warm refrigerator and the damaged wood floors-- I just sighed and chuckled. Oh, such is life. I didn't even vomit when I cleaned it all out.<br /><br />Today, however, I am annoyed. It can be fixed. But not until next Tuesday. Boo on that. I want my fridge to work. I want cold food. I want to eat something besides peanut butter toast.<br /><br />Fix it. And I mean before Tuesday.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">xoxo</span>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09007954799756715356noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303127910119674613.post-24654069751792260472010-09-28T18:30:00.000-07:002010-09-28T17:30:17.902-07:00smells like teen spiritGuarantee that if you were to blindfold yourself and put ear plugs in that you would know if you were in a room with high school girls.... They smell like body spray and gum.<br /><br />Really they do. They smell like they swim in body spray and then dry off with pieces of gum.<br /><br /><br /><br />When I was in high school. Victoria Secret pear spray was all the rage. In fact I remember my sister in-law encouraging me to wear it on my very first date.<br /><br /><br /><br />I don't even know what the rage is now.<br /><br /><br /><br />What was your high school scents of choice?Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09007954799756715356noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303127910119674613.post-77366532350005504532010-09-20T10:54:00.000-07:002010-10-12T16:38:55.274-07:00Hi blog world,<br /><br />I prayed Saturday night before going to bed that my shift for work would be cancelled. I ended up working 16 1/2 hours instead... I think my prayer was intercepted.<br /><br />Dreamt last night that I was still in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">high school</span>. Threw a party, and it was lame. Woke up feeling insecure.<br /><br />Now all I want is a hot fudge sundae.<br /><br />Love,<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">nannersbananners</span>.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09007954799756715356noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303127910119674613.post-47781236876665392010-09-14T10:11:00.000-07:002010-09-14T10:29:20.109-07:00Made me happyShoe shopping last week. Had to get something for my poor feet to survive these 12 hour shifts. No way will I be purchasing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">crocs</span>. I refuse to ever wear those hideous things.<br />I was trying on some good old reliable <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Danskos</span>. The very nice shoe salesman measured my feet and then said something that would make any size 9 girl beam inside. "Your feet are petite." I wanted to kiss him. (Like the way you would kiss your grandpa.)<br /><br />I have petite feet! :)Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09007954799756715356noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303127910119674613.post-56952899640490641312010-09-06T11:47:00.000-07:002010-09-06T11:52:02.552-07:00bambinos<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidoLM5EG57HR49ZFDcf6OWYXSXMDOeIw8L_YsmhlJPAMxqHFeYccM_zzu02eU6x9Gc46TEoL6D-Kp3bdtbuPeOTKnJ7tozxaowJHqGDwgXO_fxU7h6lHY9nmmZ1kE1QUp8mI72l3tSsNA/s1600/Wedding.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513874594593217842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidoLM5EG57HR49ZFDcf6OWYXSXMDOeIw8L_YsmhlJPAMxqHFeYccM_zzu02eU6x9Gc46TEoL6D-Kp3bdtbuPeOTKnJ7tozxaowJHqGDwgXO_fxU7h6lHY9nmmZ1kE1QUp8mI72l3tSsNA/s400/Wedding.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />So, I was just experimenting with making collages on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">picasa</span> and decided that I needed to share some more pics of some adorable of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">lil</span> children who also share a bit of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">dna</span> with me.<br /><br />cute huh?Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09007954799756715356noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303127910119674613.post-40364947699944330022010-09-03T15:29:00.000-07:002010-09-03T14:29:28.156-07:00spandexI got a pretty sweet graduation gift from Dave. A pretty little rode bike and some spandex to wear while we ride.<br /><br />Only been on a handful of rides, and I have to say that I have taken to wearing spandex. It is actually quite lovely. Especially the extra padding in the bum area. Not too shabby.<br /><br />Love riding with Dave too. Eventually I need some gals to ride with, but I pretty much love riding with him. He lets me ride behind him so he takes most of the wind and most of all he tells me good job and gets excited for me when I make it to the top of a hill.<br /><br /><br /><br />Did my first canyon Wednesday. We did not plan on going to the top when we started but I couldn't NOT finish it. My legs were on fire and I may or may of not have shed a few tears at the top. BUT it felt amazing!<br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigCt77e8gidyghZlCnKeS5yObj7EPyllp8XapkH5Z5b-uoWdpv_oWQNvOIY88bfAvP36H8dupMvFD_ht_shYwkhZ8LpfAWpYRs8KvWARu6VjZ8X_Q8CiOxQo42yQ0BNqTGRErcxi-VpnQ/s1600/IMG00091-20100901-1943.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512355948720688578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigCt77e8gidyghZlCnKeS5yObj7EPyllp8XapkH5Z5b-uoWdpv_oWQNvOIY88bfAvP36H8dupMvFD_ht_shYwkhZ8LpfAWpYRs8KvWARu6VjZ8X_Q8CiOxQo42yQ0BNqTGRErcxi-VpnQ/s400/IMG00091-20100901-1943.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;">(me at the top of emigration)</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Got home and made this <a href="http://www.ourbestbites.com/2008/05/brazilian-lemonade.html">drink</a> to celebrate. SO yummy!!</span></p>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09007954799756715356noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303127910119674613.post-36338097657527672632010-09-02T09:51:00.000-07:002010-09-02T10:06:19.739-07:00happy sabbathWoke up early Sunday morning to prepare a talk.<br />30 minutes later remembered that we had plumbing problems the night before. No toilet today.<br />Tried to hold it for awhile. Maybe I can hold it till church at one? Not a freakin chance.<br />Hopped in the car, told husband I didn't know where I was going for sure, just had to take care of business.<br />Pulled into the Holiday Gas station. Ran in, relieved to see a bathroom. Disappointed that I had to ask for a key.<br />After taking care of "business" I was washing my hands and got startled by the image in the mirror. Greasy pony tail, crooked glasses and oh yeah, my shirt was inside out. Probably had eye buggers and I hadn't brushed my teeth either.<br />Came out feeling better. I bought some gum because I felt awkward.<br />Yep. Broke the Sabbath. Ox was in the mire. Don't judge.<br /><br />PS- We have working plumbing now. Please feel free to stop at our place if you ever have a similar problem. No need to buy gum or feel awkward.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09007954799756715356noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303127910119674613.post-72178553873756648872010-08-11T13:42:00.000-07:002010-08-11T14:07:02.072-07:00deep thoughts, sort ofThe following things have gone through my mind today:<br /><br />I hate it when I see a spider and I am naked. In the last week I have had 2 naked run ins with spiders while I am getting out of the shower. Being without clothes makes me feel vulnerable to the spider. Freaks me out. When I have clothes on I am a lot braver in the killing of the spider process.<br /><br />My brother in-law is in the MTC. Thinking about him. Excited for him. Thinking about my own mission and missing how wonderful it feels to be a missionary. On that same note, happy to not be wearing pantyhose or knee highs.<br /><br />My two new nephews that I need to cuddle.<br /><br />My up coming dates with the sunshine and water. Happy!<br /><br />Cooking. I think about cooking or food all of the time! It means more when you have a grateful husband to feed. (if you have a recipe site you care to share...do it.)<br /><br />I talk too much. Haven't thought certain statements through. Foot in mouth.<br /><br />I need to change my name officially. I have an identity crisis every time someone asks for my name.<br /><br />I haven't had a snow cone all summer. Tragedy.<br /><br /><br /><br />And those things are all my mind has had to offer today.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09007954799756715356noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303127910119674613.post-74030982480990408932010-07-27T13:26:00.000-07:002010-07-27T13:42:53.047-07:00trollI got a quite a response on displaying hideous pictures of myself. So glad they were enjoyed. Completely worth it.<br /><br />Now you guys can all go back to thinking I look normal and not like a troll.<br /><br />If you need help, you can go to <a href="http://www.rachelthurston.com/blog/?p=3606">Rachel Thurston's blog</a> and have a peek at our wedding pics. She is amazing. I love her. We love her. You should love her. You will love her. She has to be a genius. I mean, let us be honest. You saw the previous post. She is magic.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhacYuXQhi3S16Ut-WeNc-k3HFnHZj4K9qltpXjis7XDWgSMTv7bnfRnr_DkLFZbyBmkGsZo7y5Ug6C35a6gYxXKl4INl6bAqPV9phNYRzNeeD9UBUN0_Nh37WmfpXryvHr3fV5JEjPjbA/s1600/wed.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498686540125727458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhacYuXQhi3S16Ut-WeNc-k3HFnHZj4K9qltpXjis7XDWgSMTv7bnfRnr_DkLFZbyBmkGsZo7y5Ug6C35a6gYxXKl4INl6bAqPV9phNYRzNeeD9UBUN0_Nh37WmfpXryvHr3fV5JEjPjbA/s400/wed.jpg" /></a><br /><p></p>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09007954799756715356noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303127910119674613.post-6895244581358041342010-07-06T19:41:00.000-07:002010-07-06T20:27:47.764-07:00a taste of the dominicanAs promised... a few pictures from the Dominican. ooo la la!<br /><br /><br /><div>You will want to click on it so you can see it close up. Promise.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj35NLgfHOOTL7HVQrVOth8YPotfPxzDeT8maR5m3nd9_K7bV_n2dIuFmlkLU66xj7blHFhTCfM2aTR45l2NYn69Gjq0mza03_tOxycraakxVEnad9EYckeMVqU1PNOIpb2qI2pFcx9xfA/s1600/CIMG0398.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490990084509873362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj35NLgfHOOTL7HVQrVOth8YPotfPxzDeT8maR5m3nd9_K7bV_n2dIuFmlkLU66xj7blHFhTCfM2aTR45l2NYn69Gjq0mza03_tOxycraakxVEnad9EYckeMVqU1PNOIpb2qI2pFcx9xfA/s400/CIMG0398.JPG" /></a></div>Pretty, pretty. Sigh. Dave didn't know he had landed such a babe! Seriously, I think I was possessed. Or a camera malfunction? The water reflection? Mosquito bite gone bad?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Or maybe...<br /></div><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkxpYy91p1okfLo3hkSuOD5EZZoRr-If3h4qO2y4eMNFUr5ROcf2EPii5yUAJfpGO1XhFaP7yjWhAON8pjoLtPaPVURwidYMqDkCw9Y4MMqgKQSuTzbsfmZpw8ffJZq-sMkh8n2IGoxB4/s1600/CIMG0458.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490990096394372658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkxpYy91p1okfLo3hkSuOD5EZZoRr-If3h4qO2y4eMNFUr5ROcf2EPii5yUAJfpGO1XhFaP7yjWhAON8pjoLtPaPVURwidYMqDkCw9Y4MMqgKQSuTzbsfmZpw8ffJZq-sMkh8n2IGoxB4/s400/CIMG0458.JPG" /></a> </p><br /><div>Or maybe I just look like that a lot.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><p>Sorry Dave. Deal has been made. Sign, sealed delivered. I am yours.<br /></p>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09007954799756715356noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303127910119674613.post-82078083332174258052010-06-30T09:12:00.000-07:002010-06-30T09:32:23.179-07:00Did the heart grow fonderwith my three month absence?<br /><br />I have a good excuse. See list below.<br /><br />Graduate from Nursing school. check.<br />Become ornery and burnt out with wedding plans. check. check.<br />Interview for a nursing job via phone on my way to the temple to get married. check. (for real)<br />Get married to a freakin fantastic guy. CHECK!<br />Move into the freakin fantastic guy's house. check.<br />Have a dreamy honeymoon in Dominican Republic. check!<br />Lose all dignity and vomit my brains out and have diarrhea day 3 of dreamy honeymoon. check. check.<br />Get a happy email from nurse manager offering me a job. check!!<br />Eat yummy Ethiopian food in NYC on our way home from D.R. check.<br />Come home and start real life. check.<br />Broken fridge. check.<br />Leaky pipe in wall, plumber visit of 5 hours. check. check.<br />Not saying goodbye to freakin fantastic guy every night who takes care of broken fridges and plumbers. check!!<br /><br /><br />Live happily with a near perfect man who loves me. EVEN after seeing my face covered in vomit.<br />check. CHECK!<br /><br /><br />I am a happy girl.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09007954799756715356noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303127910119674613.post-83823491189865828742010-04-03T20:36:00.000-07:002010-04-05T10:10:31.316-07:00easter eveMy mom rocks. Sent me an Easter package with things like beef jerky, homemade jam and cadbury mini eggs.<br /><br />I had jerky for dinner tonight. Thanks mom, love you. :)<br /><br />Been to 7-11 far too many times in the last week than I care to admit. I feel like when I show up there I look like one of the "people of Wal-mart." Baggy sweats and un-showered. I almost ask for a pack of marborlos just because everyone else does, but stick to my big gulp instead.<br /><br />I had Lucky Charms cereal a few days ago. I think it has too many marshmallows.It use to be my favorite. I feel old. Next thing I know I will be saying that the music at Forever 21 is way too loud. Oh wait, I do say that.<br /><br /><br />Oh by the way, on May 7th I will be one step closer to sanity.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09007954799756715356noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303127910119674613.post-50615223224906643702010-03-25T17:03:00.000-07:002010-03-25T16:32:38.085-07:00starkAre you confident naked?<br />For a very long time I have almost been a naked-phobic.*<br />I am one who would even dodge the mirror as I got into the shower. Many of you may be feeling nervous for my husband to-be and our impending marriage, because apparently nakedness is involved in such a union. **<br />Speaking of our engagement, we took our engagement photos... I will be sure to share once they have available.<br />Call me shallow or vain, but I had desires for my skin to look sun kissed for the photos. Is that so wrong? I don't care who you are, don't you feel a little prettier and maybe even thinner when you are tan?<br />Instead of spending time in the tanning bed or jumping into a box and having a machine spray me, I opted to be airbrushed.<br />Um... Did you know that people do this naked?!?! As in stark naked. NUDE. I asked the lady technician for a towel, so I could perhaps break up the nudity. She said ok... But when it came down to it she said I needed to be positioned like this:<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="http://www.leonardo-da-vinci-biography.com/images/leonardo-da-vinci-anatomy.10.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 379px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 524px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.leonardo-da-vinci-biography.com/images/leonardo-da-vinci-anatomy.10.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">(Arms out legs spread-this was the only pic that showcased the stance. Sorry about the nudity)<br /></span>After a little hesitation I dropped my towel and with my head held high I stood there, and she sprayed my every inch. My head was held high mostly because I was too embarrassed to look at her. (It was like a little kid playing peek-a-boo. They think you can't see them if they are covering their own eyes.)</p><p>Well, she saw me. Saw all of me, and I was indeed the most naked I have ever been.</p><p>It wasn't as traumatic is I expected. But, for the record I wasn't comfortable.<br />Really the most traumatic part was what I smelled like afterwards. (chemical....ek)<br /></p><p>I was feeling pretty pleased about my decision and results... until my friend said, "you got sprayed naked??!? Anna, PORN STARS do that!"<br />So, maybe me and the late Anna Nicole Smith do have something in common besides our names after all....<br /><br /></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p>fake skin color. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>*being spray tanned and being in nursing school are good remedies for anyone else who may be a bit naked-phobic<br />**For the record, I am not worried.<br /><br /><br /><br /></p>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09007954799756715356noreply@blogger.com12