Rant...

I have never blogged a rant before, it drives me nuts when other people do it...

I am a hypocrite.

I hate Pullman

I miss everything about Provo

The only redeeming quality Pullman has is a great ward.

I miss good friends.

I want friends I don't have to censor myself around.

I want to say what I am actually thinking.

I am sick of trying to leave good impressions.

I would move back to Utah tomorrow if I could.

The shoes I just ordered a 1/4 size too small.

Yup... the 6 is too small the 6 1/2 is too big.

I need a pedicure.

I don't want to call the captured hit-and-runners insurance company tomorrow.

I don't want to clean the house.

I don't want to hang the pictures.

Why didn't we clear our dinner dishes off the coffee table?

I miss Alix.

I miss Melanie and Carl.

I miss Jason.

I miss Janelle.

I miss Kim.

I regret not going to Janelle's wedding more than anything.

I want to know how to sew without learning.

I have about 1,000 half done craft projects.

I am not going to lose 15 lbs by Thanksgiving.

I don't want to check my American Express account to see if my dispute has been resolved.

I don't want to know how much money is or isn't in the bank account.

I am sick of car shopping and the actually purchase is 5 months away.

I wish I had decorated my house for Halloween.

I drink way way way way too much diet coke.

I'm pretty sure I am a shopaholic.

My Mom is going to read this and say get over yourself.

So will my sister.

Actually... anyone with VanderHoeven blood will.

On that note... I will write something much more positive tomorrow when I re-read this and my VanderHoeven blood kicks in.

Hate 'em or Love 'em...

These bad boys will be arriving at my front door in 2-7 business days.

The Vagabond Inn...

Today I was driving through town and passed by a pretty sketchy looking hotel.

It made me laugh because it reminded me of the good ol' Vagabond Inn in Long Beach, CA. (Don't be deceived by the pictures on their page. The pool was NOT that big, never that clean and about 5 feet from a very busy, loud and scary street)

This is a hotel I would NEVER have picked to stay in myself, EVER! But thanks to Utah SAMPE, we were provided a room, free of charge, for the 2008 SAMPE conference because we were volunteering. All things considered, it was a pretty good deal. They

paid for out flight and accommodations in exchange for a total of MAYBE 10-15 hours of volunteer time between Brooks and I. And we got to spend the week with our BFF's the Carl and Melanie! (MISS YOU GUYS!!!!)

But let me tell you a little somethin' somethin' about the Vagabond Inn, located in historic Long Beach, CA... I have never been so scared in my life. This hotel was located on the WRONG side of town. I'm pretty sure it's the part of town S-N-Double O-P D-O-Double G raps about.

I don't remember all the details, but I do remember the carpet in our room being quite sticky and the hallways smelled like urine. Gross, right? When the elevator did work, we were too scared to take it. And the apartment complex, located within spitting distance of our room's window, usually sounded like a

party and/or violent fight.

At the time I was not amused in the SLIGHTEST... However, looking back I really really wish I had taken some pictures of the hotel/room to do this memory justice.

At least we escaped this little gem of a memory to remember the trip by...

Where and what is the scariest/ worst place you have ever stayed?

What Matters Most...

Tonight Brooks and I were getting out of the car to grab some dinner, I noticed something unsettling. From the back passenger side wheel well to the the bumper was completely scraped with the remnant of white paint.
Super.
We sat and stared in disbelief for a moment... I walked around to the windshield. I must have missed the note someone had left with their phone number and apology for hitting my car.
Negative.
We went into the restaurant and tried not to let it ruin our night. But seriously, who does that?
After dinner we called the police to file a report. When we arrived back into our apartment's parking lot we checked out all the white cars for damage.
We are pretty sure we know who did it.
Unfortunately, as we were told by the officer, unless someone pretty much admits they did it, we are stuck for lack of evidence.
She will be contacting the owner of a suspicious vehicle, so we will see how it all pans out, but the outcome is not likely to be ideal.
(I am getting to my point)
By the time she had left I we pretty much to my boiling point, the officer had been great, but the whole thing just made/ makes me so mad! It's not about the money it will cost to fix the damage. It's all about the lack of honesty.
Anyways, to make a short story much longer than necessary...
While giving my baby Brooks his bath tonight, he was cracking me up.
While chewing on a foam number 8 and kicking his legs like a crazy person, splashing water everywhere, something occurred to me.
It doesn't really matter!
Who cares if my car has been defaced?
(Well, actually the Subaru dealer I turn it back into after my lease is up MIGHT care.)
So it might cost a few hundred bucks to fix... big deal.
It's just money. It comes it goes, whatever.
BUT... I have my cute little family! I have a happy healthy baby and a wonderful husband who works so hard to take care of us.
Rather than feeling sorry for myself and pouting over a little bad luck, I need to count my blessings!

Text Conversation...

Heather: I am cleaning the kitchen like a good wife should.
Brooks: and the good wifey award goes to *long pause* Heather!
Heather: Ohhh! Ohhh! I'm so.... Hold up... Ima let you finish. Beyonce had the best video of all time!

I'm saving...

for an SLR digital camera.
I don't think I have ever saved for anything in my entire life... ever.
It will be interesting to see how the whole saving money thing goes since I don't actually bring in any money.
Regardless... I am going to do it.

BTW... does anyone have any recommendations?

The Grocery Store...

should be treated like the roads we drive on.
Keep right.

You cannot park your cart in the middle of the aisle.
Slower traffic move aside.
Look before entering traffic.

Simple, simple rules.