Join the Club

I love Nature Valley granola bars. I'm talking about the kind that come real crunchy, two to a package. I eat them for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I do this for two reasons that alternate between the most prevalent reason I eat them. One reason is they are incredibly tasty, and mobile. The other reason is that my mom keeps a supply in the food storage room, if I get a box when I go home, I save money for a few weeks (thanks Generous). For a long time, the delightful taste was the only reason I ate (and absolutely loved) them, but today when I was on the the lunch granola bar I thought "ew why am I still eating these?" that's when I realized the other reason. Just some background. The club I am inviting you to join is most important part of this ejournal entry. As I eat these whole grain yummies, I am really careful to let the crumbs fall inside the wrapper. When I'm done, there is like 20% left in the wrapper in the form of crumbs. Arg! So I carefully shake them into the corner, fold the wrapper into a makeshift funnel, look around to make sure no one is looking, then dump. yum. So, if you do this with chips, granola bars, or anything in the like, please, join the club.

Garrett talks in his sleep too...

On Saturday I was eating a late breakfast with Brian, Cathy, Greg, Nat and Eric. Garrett was wrapped up like a burrito sleeping on the couch. He made this high pitched noise like he was suddenly crying. Greg jumped up to make sure he was doing alright, but he turned his head and was sound asleep again. It was adorable. While I was thinking about that, I remembered hearing my dad talk in his sleep once when I was staying over for the weekend. I thought he was talking to my mom, and it was really interesting, because his voice was really light, and playful, so I walked closer to his room and it was hysterical hearing him talk in this voice. And if any of you know my brother greg, he has probably fallen asleep near you and said something even funnier. I wasn't there but once when the boys were sitting around a computer and greg was sleeping on the bed behind them, greg said "hey hot ladies" (it's a line from night at the roxbury) but that doesn't make it any less funny. I also have been known to say something here or there in my sleep. When I was a freshman, my first roommate was Mallory Leavitt, after a couple days living there, I woke up one morning and she seemed really timid. Finally she said, "hey I'm really sorry for turning on the light last night" I asked her what she meant because I had no idea what she was talking about. Apparently I got really mad at her and spoke really harshly, borderline yelled at her that the light was making it so I couldn't sleep. (My bad) During another one of my notorious sleep talkings Mallory told me I said something to the effect of "Those witches! Where the H--- are they?!" I told her it was an accident and I actually had no idea what I could have been talking about. Needless to say I love it when my roommates tell me in the morning I was flirting with boys, or saying something else really weird that I just can't control.

Wild Wilford

My dad has been having quite the week this past one. He has been babysitting Garrett, dressing him up like a luchadore and all.

Mighty Mighty Scofield, Mighty Mighty Me

Brian (In his bunny suit- not a gay thing, ask me about it later): you coming fishing saturday?
Me: ....um (light bulb moment) yes me and cathy are going to go trail running
Brian: have you asked her?
Me: nope

Fast forward, Saturday Morning 4:30 AM running clothes + Diet Coke + Dad, Brian, Cathy. Get up and roll to Schofield reservior. Counter intuitively this was the best day of my life thus far. Minus every moment I spend with Garrett. Of course I'm tired, but Schofield was BEAUTIFUL, the sun was rising, the lake was smooth, the air was crisp, and everything was quiet. Cathy and I tuned our nike+ipod mechanisms while Brian and Dad headed for the shore to capture fish. I also was calling PETA at this point. Just Kidding. Cathy and I started walking and ended up having a great walk and hike. We kept telling eachother how awesome this whole thing was. The day really got eventful when we found a tetherball pole at a cabin. I made Cathy play, and we put the scene in Napoleon Dynamite to shame. Seriously it was disastrous, but hysterical. I reminded Cathy every time I almost hit her in the face "someone is going to get hit in the face" and by that I meant she is was going to hit and I was trying to warn her. Then BAM! she nailed me in the nose. Then we fell over laughing hysterically complete without the breathing. So I check my ipod to see how far we've gone before we turn around and surprisingly, my ipod had just stopped counting my miles, weird, whatever. So we head back and we got distracted by the swings, when I looked down at my shoe I realized the reason my ipod stopped clocking my intense trail run was because the nike+ipod sensor had fallen out of my shoe!! DUN DUN DUN!! Then began the retracing of steps to find that little gem. All in all, we traveled about 4 miles. Go us! We headed back to the shore to find that Brian and Dad were busy harvesting the mother fish, full of eggs and all. Don't worry, Brian squeezed all the eggs out before we left. Dad documented the whole thing with mom's mother's day present, and we were all very impressed by the new camera. Anyways we have a new Saturday tradition, everyone is welcome. But I don't think anyone reads this blog.

Welcome, you must be bored

Its 10:45 on Saturday night, I don't know where my roommates are, I am spending this lovely night alone in my apartment, wearing an old, huge, Famous Dave's shirt sporting the phrase, 'it ain't bar-b-eque unless ya get some on ya!'. With that classy image in your mind, you are ready to step into this high quality piece of literature. So I decided to try and figure out this blog thing with the extra time on my hands. I figured it would really make the world a better place if I told the family, community, and indeed the world about this truly delightful day. I think the majority of it was spent in the car, which wasn't as horrible as it could have been, because Brian and Cathy were quite entertaining. Cathy drove us to Cache valley beginning around 11 am and Brian gave Cathy lots of advice on how the best way to execute the task of driving there. She really shined as she narrated her driving "do do do, time to change lanes, this guy is slow." etc... We went to the Peterson's for a barbeque, to thank Roy and Harvey for traveling so far to see the best baby in the world, Garrett of course. The day was highly entertaining for me, personally. I would say one highlight is when Brooklyn came in excited to see me as usual. She sat on my lap and said "Who is your husband?" "I don't have one" "Why not?" (pause, thinking) "Um" (good question Brooklyn). Funny story #2: Greg broke my thumb, which means I can't give him massages anymore. Then he killed himself over the thought of going without my amazing massages. (Not really, but watch him Nat). Greg being the funny guy that he is participated in the funniest conversation I have heard in a long while. I hate to make his ego too big, but it was too funny not to share. Garrett had been being passed around all day (as usual) and Roy is just in love with this little boy, so anytime someone nearby was holding Garrett, he sincerely would tell Garrett how much he loved him. He was so sweet. I couldn't help but think Roy would probably want to try holding Garrett, so I asked if he would, and he said yes. I put Garrett in Roy's arms. Roy held him on his chest, and Garrett snuggled for a little bit. Then Garrett started to slide into Roy's side, and Roy didn't really notice Garrett was quite near suffocating with his face in Roy's sweater. We all watched for a little bit, getting more and more anxious, finally Aunt Paula looked at me and said why don't you grab him, so I got up and proceeding to save Garrett's life by turning him over and providing him access to life sustaining oxygen. At this point no one wants to say anything to hurt Roy's feelings then Greg walks up as I am turning Garrett over and says to Roy "if you continue to hold him like that he's going to suffocate" (Roy) "Oh I'm sorry" (Greg) "along those lines, don't let him get a plastic bag over his head. He probably already has brain damage from the last one." to which we all laugh hysterically as quiet as we can. Then it really started getting wild (Roy) "Oh you must have had a plastic bag over your head once" (Greg) "I was going to tell you to just go ahead and put one on your head". As if we all aren't already dying, Garrett's head starts to slip under Roy's armpit as he doesn't notice, and Greg proceeds to ask "Oh are you going to sit on him now?". Let's just say Greg the comedian was on a roll as usual, too bad he will never get another massage. We sure missed mom, dad, matt, eric, and of course mike, but it was a quiet little day in newton complete with the horse maneur wafting our way occasionally, and/or Brian wafting my way.