I think it’s a normal girl-thing to very often get sick of every single article of clothing that you own. It’s probably vain and selfish and I know there is some poor child in
Thursday, July 1, 2010
I am a SHOPPING GENIUS.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
"Skordas, Caston, & Hyde. How can I help you?"
It’s happened.
I have Receptionist Voice.
It’s like I can’t help it – I know I sound dorky, but every time the phone rings and I pick it up, I hear this high-pitched, cheerful, dripping with sugar voice come out of my throat. At times I’ve tried to catch myself and lower the decibel level to sound more normal, therefore resulting in sounding like a teenage boy going through puberty.
The opposite scenario happens as well. The phone rings. I think “I will NOT have receptionist voice, I will NOT have receptionist voice,” and then I answer in a voice that is void of all emotion and inflection. A mean robot voice.
Which is better – a sugary, 40-year old sounding overly cheerful receptionist, or the demon phone robot?
It also doesn’t help that the title “Skordas, Caston, & Hyde” is insanely hard to pronounce. Try it. Try it thirty-four times in a row. Then you will know how I feel on a daily basis. By the end of my four-hour shift, my speech as become entirely befuddled. I want to say something like, “Harry, you have a call from Peter Rupert,” and it comes out like “Harry, callarafrumda….um…I mean… you have call.” It’s like my brain is going the speed of a freight train and there are tiny midgets in my mouth jumping up and down on my tongue, causing utter confusion and slowness. And somehow it ALWAYS happens the very worst when I’m talking to Harry. I’m pretty sure he might think I’m a little special.
And…he would be right.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
demon-woman!
i have a confession to make.
i think i'm at least 1/8 pure demon. i often get fanatical urges to do things that are either completely inappropriate and usually destructive. for example:
*one time i was playing my cello in the SLC tabernacle for a Suzuki conference thing. i was up on the balcony, and as i sat there, looking down at all of the people's heads, i had an irresistible temptation to throw my pointy bow down into the audience...i had to put my bow down and sit on my hands....and luckily, everyone left with both of their eyeballs...
*sometimes when i'm driving i want to step on the gas and just ram into something...another car, a wall, a tree, a speed limit sign.... however, usually i distract myself by singing "I've Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts....Deedilly, deedilly..." this always works, and i have yet to ram into something at high speeds. dang it. :)
*last night, as i was sitting at the dinner table and staring at my mom-in-laws bowl of plastic fruit on the table, i just wanted to start throwing them at things. the banana at the window, the apple at the fridge, the pear right at the pretty glass vase on the fireplace mantel...
*sometimes i just want to stick the piece of gum i'm chewing on people's foreheads.
i don't know what causes these fanatical demon urges, as they never happen when i'm mad or upset or anything of the sort. i just wait for the day when i actually follow through on something...and hope i and everyone around me can survive!
i think i'm at least 1/8 pure demon. i often get fanatical urges to do things that are either completely inappropriate and usually destructive. for example:
*one time i was playing my cello in the SLC tabernacle for a Suzuki conference thing. i was up on the balcony, and as i sat there, looking down at all of the people's heads, i had an irresistible temptation to throw my pointy bow down into the audience...i had to put my bow down and sit on my hands....and luckily, everyone left with both of their eyeballs...
*sometimes when i'm driving i want to step on the gas and just ram into something...another car, a wall, a tree, a speed limit sign.... however, usually i distract myself by singing "I've Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts....Deedilly, deedilly..." this always works, and i have yet to ram into something at high speeds. dang it. :)
*last night, as i was sitting at the dinner table and staring at my mom-in-laws bowl of plastic fruit on the table, i just wanted to start throwing them at things. the banana at the window, the apple at the fridge, the pear right at the pretty glass vase on the fireplace mantel...
*sometimes i just want to stick the piece of gum i'm chewing on people's foreheads.
i don't know what causes these fanatical demon urges, as they never happen when i'm mad or upset or anything of the sort. i just wait for the day when i actually follow through on something...and hope i and everyone around me can survive!
Friday, September 4, 2009
the office.
finally, it's happened. i'm an adult. i have a "real job," where i get my own phone, my own nameplate, an office, and even my own paperclips! i have only worked in this "business world" for 2 weeks, and these are the things i find hilarous.
*gloria. our receptionist lady is adorable! she has posters of the beegees (or is it B.G.'s? it was before my time...), disco balls, and disney princesses all over the office. she is sweet as sugar, but you hear her answer her cell phone she swears like a sailor! i love it.
*people think i know stuff. i get asked questions all the time about who takes care of what and how we do things or what forms go with what. and i...know...nothing. so i give them a load of b.s. it's my farvorite. for example, "should we take John's hours out of the DSG or the ELS? which do you think would be better?" as i have no idea what any of that means, i say, "you know... we could probably do either the DSG or the ELS, but i'm not sure what the best route would be until we can look over what supports he needs precisely and what would work out the best for his long-term goals. let me do some checking and call you back in a bit." see? i sound smart and yet...still know nothing!
*there is a strange obsession with dum-dums in this office. i find them everywhere. i ate one today and i have no idea what flavor it was - some odd combination of coconut and peachyness.
*our label-making machine. i played with it for an hour today and made little labels of pig faces and stuck them all over my binder.
a "real job?" yeah right.... i feel like i'm still in middle school!
*gloria. our receptionist lady is adorable! she has posters of the beegees (or is it B.G.'s? it was before my time...), disco balls, and disney princesses all over the office. she is sweet as sugar, but you hear her answer her cell phone she swears like a sailor! i love it.
*people think i know stuff. i get asked questions all the time about who takes care of what and how we do things or what forms go with what. and i...know...nothing. so i give them a load of b.s. it's my farvorite. for example, "should we take John's hours out of the DSG or the ELS? which do you think would be better?" as i have no idea what any of that means, i say, "you know... we could probably do either the DSG or the ELS, but i'm not sure what the best route would be until we can look over what supports he needs precisely and what would work out the best for his long-term goals. let me do some checking and call you back in a bit." see? i sound smart and yet...still know nothing!
*there is a strange obsession with dum-dums in this office. i find them everywhere. i ate one today and i have no idea what flavor it was - some odd combination of coconut and peachyness.
*our label-making machine. i played with it for an hour today and made little labels of pig faces and stuck them all over my binder.
a "real job?" yeah right.... i feel like i'm still in middle school!
Thursday, December 11, 2008
i think i suck at blogging.
well... an entire SEMESTER later, i'm here once again. we have survived. hopefully -jake still has one final tomorrow.
life has been so CRAZY! i don't know where the months have gone... my life has been so full of papers and homework and Hallmark cards & glitter and Young Women's... having absolutely no free time this semester has taught me something i should have learned a long time ago: trying to do TOO MUCH is not good for the health. or the sanity. therefore, i'm quitting my job at Hallmark so i can get my internship done in the Spring and GRADUATE!!!! woo hoo! and hopefully i can retain some of my sanity.
however, i might miss coming home smelling like Yankee candles and having glitter all over myself.
anyway....
christmas is stressing me out. i hate presents this year- it's so hard to know what to buy for people (mainly in-laws). part of me also thinks it shouldn't be about the presents... but how do you do that when our whole society is so geared around gift-giving? how do i just not buy presents for people who give me gifts? it doesn't work. so i stress. and i'm slightly sick of it.
why can't we just give love? love is free.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
i surrender.
okay.
we got sucked into the blog world.
well... i got sucked into the blog world. jake actually couldn't care less, but since he's kind of married to me, he gets the privilege of having parts of his life posted for the world to read.
i like where life is going right now.
the summer is coming rapidly to an end, and i have to admit that i am more excited than sad for a number of reasons, the main one being the fact that WE FINALLY GET TO LIVE IN OUR OWN SPACE!!!!!!!!
i have advice for anyone about to get married, PLEASE refrain from living in the basements of your grandparents/in-laws for any extended amount of time. true, it has saved us a lot of money, probably more than we realize. but the pros and cons are as follows:
PROS:
free rent.
free laundry.
free internet.
free showers.
occasional free food!
being able to laugh at funny things my grandparents said.
my mom-in-law's smoothies.
learning exactly WHY my hubby is the way he is by watching his parents... it has helped a lot.
CONS:
hearing grandpa blast the tv at all hours of the early morning.
having to be quiet for g-ma and g-pa if it was after 8:30 p.m.
having to cook for a diabetic (pasta is out... bread is out... potatoes are out.... desserts are gone.... it's a sad life)
not liking some of my mom-in-law's food and feeling bad if i didn't eat it...
having everyone else in the household hear your fights.... and then try to give their advice (they always know better than you, of course).
no room to park in the coleman driveway. or on the road. 2 trucks and 6 cars for one household will do that.
having people come knock on your bedroom door..... at bad times.
hearing things you don't want to from the other newlywed couple in the house.
basically, no privacy and no independence.
anyway, i think that's enough.
i could keep going... but i would rather sleep at this time.
bottom line: it's going to be beautiful to have a space jake and i can call OUR OWN.
i probably won't even know what to do with myself.
we got sucked into the blog world.
well... i got sucked into the blog world. jake actually couldn't care less, but since he's kind of married to me, he gets the privilege of having parts of his life posted for the world to read.
i like where life is going right now.
the summer is coming rapidly to an end, and i have to admit that i am more excited than sad for a number of reasons, the main one being the fact that WE FINALLY GET TO LIVE IN OUR OWN SPACE!!!!!!!!
i have advice for anyone about to get married, PLEASE refrain from living in the basements of your grandparents/in-laws for any extended amount of time. true, it has saved us a lot of money, probably more than we realize. but the pros and cons are as follows:
PROS:
free rent.
free laundry.
free internet.
free showers.
occasional free food!
being able to laugh at funny things my grandparents said.
my mom-in-law's smoothies.
learning exactly WHY my hubby is the way he is by watching his parents... it has helped a lot.
CONS:
hearing grandpa blast the tv at all hours of the early morning.
having to be quiet for g-ma and g-pa if it was after 8:30 p.m.
having to cook for a diabetic (pasta is out... bread is out... potatoes are out.... desserts are gone.... it's a sad life)
not liking some of my mom-in-law's food and feeling bad if i didn't eat it...
having everyone else in the household hear your fights.... and then try to give their advice (they always know better than you, of course).
no room to park in the coleman driveway. or on the road. 2 trucks and 6 cars for one household will do that.
having people come knock on your bedroom door..... at bad times.
hearing things you don't want to from the other newlywed couple in the house.
basically, no privacy and no independence.
anyway, i think that's enough.
i could keep going... but i would rather sleep at this time.
bottom line: it's going to be beautiful to have a space jake and i can call OUR OWN.
i probably won't even know what to do with myself.
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