So my child likes Handy Manny. By likes I mean it's the only show he will sit for more than a couple minutes and watch. If anybody knows anything about autism, a common trait is they OBSESS with particular things, and Manny is it in our house. Sometimes he will watch "Mickey Mouse" or "Little Einsteins" but it's not the same. This kid had no interest in "Cars" or "Toy Story" but could watch the same episode of Manny for 12 hours straight if we let him. Thanks goodness for him, I am not a lazy mom and take him away from the tv to do other activities. But we do have to watch some Manny each day. Manny is truly testing my sanity and I have a couple questions regarding Sheetrock Hills...
-Does anybody ever pay for anything? What society do the live in that you just perform services for free? How does it operate?
-Do they not have a freakin' Walmart? Gosh, I don't know how much Mr. Alvarez makes running a lawn mowing shop or Mr. Kumar selling teacups. Really? Once a Walmart comes to town everyone there is SOL, just to let you know.
-How is it that Kelly happens to have a 100 year old valve or a part to an elevator that's broken? Sounds like her and Manny are running some kind of chop shop. Things conveniently break and Kelly conveniently has the part.
-Does Manny REALLY need to feed the tools? They clearly have no digestive system and no way to eliminate. They are made of metal. How can they be hungry?
-Where do they live? Is it in the back of the shop? Do they all share a bed? There is an episode where they spend the night at Abuelito's and share a bed. Because sharing a bed with a saw is a great idea, one wrong move and it's over
-Where are all the baby daddy's? There are all these single women with no mention of the dad. I guess they don't need to worry about collecting child support or alimony since money DOESN'T exist in Sheetrock Hills.
-Is Mr. Lopart mentally ill? I am pretty sure he is a) mentally retarded or most likely b) Schizoid Personality Disorder. This disorder deals with:
--lack in social relationships (his only real friend is a cat which he has a VERY unhealthy and inappropriate relationship with. This cat goes everywhere with him; probably has to sit with Mr. Lopart while he is going to the bathroom)
--seen as cold, aloof and indifferent (he is never able to accept or appreciate anything anybody does for him and trust me it's a lot that has to be done for him. He is down right rude to Manny)
--have an internalized fantasy world (Mr. Lopart thinks he can do everything and has a tie to any event Manny talks to him about: being a Cowboy, a director, being an amazing golfer and bowler, having famous relatives who are bicyclists and artists, and the list goes on and on.) The reality is he is a moron and nobody ever calls him on his bull crap
--fear of sexual relationships (Yeah... Mr. Lopart is nowhere near having an intimate relationship with another human being, now the cat is a different story).
-Are Manny and Kelly ever going to hook up? If they go on a date do the tools go with? Kelly has got to be getting pretty old... her eggs are going to dry up.
-Each job is done in about 30 seconds. They sing a little diddy and they are able to fix a washing machine or a stove in that time. That's impressive.
-How come everyone is okay when the tools start talking to them? Oh... there's nothing out of the ordinary when a bunch of tools start conversing with you. And how is it Felipe has a Spanish accent? I know why Flicker does since he lived with Manny's uncle who only speaks Spanish, but why does Felipe and none of the other original tools have Spanish accents? I don't get it.
This is why I need a hobby STAT!
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Saturday, March 19, 2011
my tomboy roots...
So growing up I was a "tomboy". I wore sports attire (I think that was because we had mass quantities of it growing up because of my dads awesome job), I played sports and was anything but girly. I challenge you to find another 10 year old girl that could name the starting line up for every NBA team. Or who had a subscription to Sports Illustrated for Kids and devoured it every month. I am pretty sure I was Muggsy Bogues' number one fan (look him up if you don't know who that is). I find these traits keep surfacing and I have to accept that it's not a bad thing! Here are some examples on how my true self is manifested in my life today.
-I will make a confession (not that this is a surprise for anybody who knows me) but I HATE CLOTHES SHOPPING!! I hate it! Judge me all you want but I don't like it. I think its boring and expensive (my cheapness will have to be another blog in and of itself). I hated it when I was younger. Maybe it's because when I was 18 length wise I was the size of a 12 year old, but body wise I was a size 3/5. I hated trying stuff on that fit length wise but couldn't fit over my booty or stuff that fit was always WAY too long. What I thought was "fat" was just that I was short and athletic; I was 18 and not 12. In a perfect world I would just wear my long gym shorts and a t-shirt. I like my hand-me-downs; it takes the stress away from having to try on a bunch of stuff that I really am not that excited about. Maybe that's why wedding dress shopping took no more than 15 minutes. Sorry, just really not into it.
-I love anything active. Love it. Running, kickboxing, any sport, I am game. I have always been that way. Played a variety of sports growing up and started going to the gym when I was old enough. I was in constant motion. I go crazy if I can't do something like that one day. I love it when it's nice weather. I get so giddy and am glad I have a little boy who won't complain when we walk to the park and run around.
-Hate "girly" stuff. I don't wear jewelry. Never liked it. Don't have my ears pierced. Don't know why I got a wedding ring because I knew I would never wear it. My husband has learned to not get me flowers for any occasion because I think it's a stupid gift. They smell up the house and I just throw them out anyway. I tried to do something "girly" by getting my nails done. They just got in the way of kickboxing. My makeup selection is really pathetic and I don't care. If I didn't have to work and try to look professional I probably wouldn't wear it. I am fine with my hair in a ponytail. Wouldn't do that either except I would like to keep my job!
-My lack of etiquette. A good example of this is when I was a Jr. in high school. I got up on the table at JD's restaurant and farted in my friend Steve's face. Yes in public. Or when I was on a date with my boyfriend in high school and the movie at the theatre was having problems so we had a few minutes to kill while waiting for it. Some guy stood up and said "those of you who helped with the Olympics, stand up and tell us what you did." I got up (mind you in front of an entire theatre full of people) and said "I didn't help with the Olympics". I think I did it because he asked me not to. I am so nice. I have learned to think before I speak/act, but don't think that the stuff is not at the tip dying to be said or done. My most recent thing is picking up the Michael Scott "that's what she said". I have to be aware of my audience for this one.
So there you have it.
-I will make a confession (not that this is a surprise for anybody who knows me) but I HATE CLOTHES SHOPPING!! I hate it! Judge me all you want but I don't like it. I think its boring and expensive (my cheapness will have to be another blog in and of itself). I hated it when I was younger. Maybe it's because when I was 18 length wise I was the size of a 12 year old, but body wise I was a size 3/5. I hated trying stuff on that fit length wise but couldn't fit over my booty or stuff that fit was always WAY too long. What I thought was "fat" was just that I was short and athletic; I was 18 and not 12. In a perfect world I would just wear my long gym shorts and a t-shirt. I like my hand-me-downs; it takes the stress away from having to try on a bunch of stuff that I really am not that excited about. Maybe that's why wedding dress shopping took no more than 15 minutes. Sorry, just really not into it.
-I love anything active. Love it. Running, kickboxing, any sport, I am game. I have always been that way. Played a variety of sports growing up and started going to the gym when I was old enough. I was in constant motion. I go crazy if I can't do something like that one day. I love it when it's nice weather. I get so giddy and am glad I have a little boy who won't complain when we walk to the park and run around.
-Hate "girly" stuff. I don't wear jewelry. Never liked it. Don't have my ears pierced. Don't know why I got a wedding ring because I knew I would never wear it. My husband has learned to not get me flowers for any occasion because I think it's a stupid gift. They smell up the house and I just throw them out anyway. I tried to do something "girly" by getting my nails done. They just got in the way of kickboxing. My makeup selection is really pathetic and I don't care. If I didn't have to work and try to look professional I probably wouldn't wear it. I am fine with my hair in a ponytail. Wouldn't do that either except I would like to keep my job!
-My lack of etiquette. A good example of this is when I was a Jr. in high school. I got up on the table at JD's restaurant and farted in my friend Steve's face. Yes in public. Or when I was on a date with my boyfriend in high school and the movie at the theatre was having problems so we had a few minutes to kill while waiting for it. Some guy stood up and said "those of you who helped with the Olympics, stand up and tell us what you did." I got up (mind you in front of an entire theatre full of people) and said "I didn't help with the Olympics". I think I did it because he asked me not to. I am so nice. I have learned to think before I speak/act, but don't think that the stuff is not at the tip dying to be said or done. My most recent thing is picking up the Michael Scott "that's what she said". I have to be aware of my audience for this one.
So there you have it.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
So i started this blog over a year ago and stumbled upon it. These were some of the top Snow College memories for me :
Fake Beer Party: So we bought a bunch of fake beer and took pictures like we were actually intoxicated. The pictures are great. There is one were me and Bridget are doing "16 candles" and I am pretending to cut her hair out of the door. There is one where Jason is pretending to be passed out and he has panties on him. Yeah we are party animals pretending to drink beer??
Finding the cat a "new home": We had a pet cat... we had to get rid of it since I guess you can't have them in college apartments. Bridget and I found it a "home" in Manti. We are going to hell.
Running to Manti: Chris and I ran the near 7 mile run to Manti. Jason says we didn't since it was just the welcome to Manti sign. Um... you drove past us going to Los Amigos so you have no room to talk!
Matching "oh my heck" shirts: We were so cool in these. Bridget and I went to random apartments to have people sign a shirt for Nate and we walked in on two people breaking up. Awkward
Jason and I making a mad dash for Walmart: So the Ephraim walmart closed at midnight so we had to hurry and pick up powdered mustard?? Jason said there was no time for me to get my shoes so he piggy backed me to the car, however he slipped on the ice and I flew into a bunch of ice covered bushes. I can only imagine how that looked watching it from inside
Homecoming: this dance was awesome! We walked to maverik at 2:00 am for yocream, played at Sanpete Thrift and I ended up switching dates with Bridget and eating instant potatoes and watching Cops. Real classy
Fugitive game: So we were in teams and had to make it from the walmart to our apartment complex on foot while Chris drove my car catching people. This was freaking awesome! I made Steve crawl threw a ditch though. If I remember right I think there were a good 10 people shoved into my ford contor, some of them in the trunk with 30 liters of coke. Or that Bridget walked to the other end of town and was 2 hours after everyone was done playing
Cops and volleyball: Me, Bridget, Bizarro, Chris and Staice played volleyball late at night then went into some apartments to do laundry. I may or may not have taken a can of spaghettios. One court proceeding later, I was $50 dollars poorer and relieved that I did not go to jail. I was terrified that I was going to go to jail. I wasn't very smart.
Plain girl: Bridget and I would go to subway every Friday. She got the nickname "plain girl" since she ordered bread ,cheese and chicken and nothing else for her sandwich. Oh, and I was "reliable" for a sandwich.
The KAGJ: Bridget and I had our own radio show Sexy Flem: The mucus is so think you could choke on it. Probably the most terrifying experience is when Bizarro jumped up in a creepy mask and smacked into the window and dropped 6 feet down since there was a window well right below him
The prank: So I switched Chris' phone into Chinesse. He had to find a Chinesse student to switch it back. I really messed with the wrong person. He then took my car and left it at the Chinesse food restaurant, as you can imagine my surprise when I came back from class and my car was missing. Then I decorated his room with Hanson posters. He decorated my whole apartment with my granny panties and bras. I stopped at that point, he won.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Things that must go
So I am a huge fan of x96 "Radio from Hell" show. They have a segment called "Things That Must Go" which I have a few of my own. If you don't care then stop reading, as it is sad if you are actually taking time to read my blog. You must be as bored as I am:
1. Christmas decor in March: A couple years ago I drove by a house on a warm March day and saw an inflatable Santa waving at me from his Snow Globe. I have been mad about it ever since.
2. Moms who pretend they are watching their children at the playground: If you have a small child, you best be up on the playground with them. My big butt is squezzing down the slide with my two year old, since I don't want him to plunge to his death being up there by himself. Seeing moms on the park bench taking about the next quilting relief society activity and how much they love there cricket scrapbooking machine to the other moms ins nauseating. Is it any surprise when your 3 year old falls off and starts crying? Get your size 2 Gap jeaned butt up there and start playing
3. People looking at you like you are some spawn of satan: So 4th of July 09, Brian was working and I had my cute 17month old boy with me wating for Breakfast at the 4th of july festivities. I was wearing a tanktop and I looked like I was 16 with my pigtails. So I really looked like a young scandelous teenage mom. This little girl in front of us turned and started talking to me. The mom grabbed the little girl and gave me the look of death as she pulled her daughter close to her side. It reminded me of Beauty and the Beast where they are scared of the Beast and the mothers pull their children to their side in fear. Don't judge me. I was 25 and more educated than she ever would be
4. People saying there is nothing wrong with Dylan: Let me give you a breakdown of my child who will be 3 in a few days: he can't talk, can't understand what is being said to him (show me another three year old that has no idea where their nose is when asked) chews on furniture, runs in circles while grunting and wringing his hands and can't point out objects when asked. It's not a "phase" he has autism. But keep telling me he's fine, because that will change it. And don't get offended if I make a joke about it. Humor has amazing power. Having a child who is "differently abled" is such a taboo topic. Ask me, I won't get mad. Unless you say something stupid. And he won't be potty trained within the next one maybe even two years. If this is a problem, you come have a stab at it. Good Luck
5. The numerous Land Before Times: Yep, some cartoon dinosaurs walking. The end, no more, one was bad enough
Thats all oh... I have another one... coworkers singing John Denver :)
1. Christmas decor in March: A couple years ago I drove by a house on a warm March day and saw an inflatable Santa waving at me from his Snow Globe. I have been mad about it ever since.
2. Moms who pretend they are watching their children at the playground: If you have a small child, you best be up on the playground with them. My big butt is squezzing down the slide with my two year old, since I don't want him to plunge to his death being up there by himself. Seeing moms on the park bench taking about the next quilting relief society activity and how much they love there cricket scrapbooking machine to the other moms ins nauseating. Is it any surprise when your 3 year old falls off and starts crying? Get your size 2 Gap jeaned butt up there and start playing
3. People looking at you like you are some spawn of satan: So 4th of July 09, Brian was working and I had my cute 17month old boy with me wating for Breakfast at the 4th of july festivities. I was wearing a tanktop and I looked like I was 16 with my pigtails. So I really looked like a young scandelous teenage mom. This little girl in front of us turned and started talking to me. The mom grabbed the little girl and gave me the look of death as she pulled her daughter close to her side. It reminded me of Beauty and the Beast where they are scared of the Beast and the mothers pull their children to their side in fear. Don't judge me. I was 25 and more educated than she ever would be
4. People saying there is nothing wrong with Dylan: Let me give you a breakdown of my child who will be 3 in a few days: he can't talk, can't understand what is being said to him (show me another three year old that has no idea where their nose is when asked) chews on furniture, runs in circles while grunting and wringing his hands and can't point out objects when asked. It's not a "phase" he has autism. But keep telling me he's fine, because that will change it. And don't get offended if I make a joke about it. Humor has amazing power. Having a child who is "differently abled" is such a taboo topic. Ask me, I won't get mad. Unless you say something stupid. And he won't be potty trained within the next one maybe even two years. If this is a problem, you come have a stab at it. Good Luck
5. The numerous Land Before Times: Yep, some cartoon dinosaurs walking. The end, no more, one was bad enough
Thats all oh... I have another one... coworkers singing John Denver :)
Monday, February 7, 2011
look at me all crazy and trendy with technology!
So I am starting a blog. Maybe one day I will print them out. I used to keep a journal regularly but that is so 1997. Plus I type a lot faster than I write.
About me, I am married with one child. I work two jobs and have a Masters degree in social work. If anything, at least it makes me feel cool that I did a lot of college. Maybe one day I will have an awesome job. I have no hobbies, besides working out. Going to the fancy gym by my parents house is really exciting for me. I am the cheapest person you will ever meet. My favorite shows are Community and The Office. Anything Judd Apatow makes is awesome. I love dancing and acting, even though I haven't been in a play since 2003 (that makes me sad). I love and miss my friends, particularly the ones I went to Snow College with.
Well today I did Jillian Michaels 30 day shred. It was okay, however it was only 20 minutes. I think that is suppose to be part of the appeal. My husband watched me do it, he didn't participate, just watched and then went upstairs. It's kinda like the time my sister Annie ate Oreos watching my mom and I do pilates. Whatever.
That's it. I am sure I will have more interesting stuff as this month is full of events. Not that anybody care, but it's my blog so I don't care.
About me, I am married with one child. I work two jobs and have a Masters degree in social work. If anything, at least it makes me feel cool that I did a lot of college. Maybe one day I will have an awesome job. I have no hobbies, besides working out. Going to the fancy gym by my parents house is really exciting for me. I am the cheapest person you will ever meet. My favorite shows are Community and The Office. Anything Judd Apatow makes is awesome. I love dancing and acting, even though I haven't been in a play since 2003 (that makes me sad). I love and miss my friends, particularly the ones I went to Snow College with.
Well today I did Jillian Michaels 30 day shred. It was okay, however it was only 20 minutes. I think that is suppose to be part of the appeal. My husband watched me do it, he didn't participate, just watched and then went upstairs. It's kinda like the time my sister Annie ate Oreos watching my mom and I do pilates. Whatever.
That's it. I am sure I will have more interesting stuff as this month is full of events. Not that anybody care, but it's my blog so I don't care.
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