If you need a thank you so bad....

You can have your present back!

Who came up with the concept of a thank you card anyway!? Granted we have thank you cards, cute ones at that, and we will send them at some point, but honestly I should not be pestered to get my thank you cards out! If you came to my reception, you saw me, I hugged you, I said thank you in person. We had a beautiful spread of food for you to eat. Is that not thanks enough? You want a cold meaningless piece of paper? Really? I don't think I will ever understand thank you cards, if it were up to me, I wouldn't send them at all. If you are so desperate for that meaningless piece of paper, really, you can have your present back. I'm appreciative, I already said that, and aren't the best presents the kind that you don't expect a thank you in return?  Something you were happy to give and the knowledge that you helped someone should be thanks enough. Isn't that the point of gifts? To give and not receive? Apparently not, because I have a giant stack of cards that must mean otherwise. People annoy me. I'm done with my rant. Thank you.

Oh My Daniel.

I'm sure most, if not all of you, have heard that Daniel hurt himself the other day. However, you have not all heard the whole story, which I intend to tell you now.

I was slicing potatoes with the mandolin for dinner, when Daniel insisted on helping. He always helps to cook and clean, but this time I felt his hidden motives. I'm a slow slicer when using a mandolin; they are great tools, but I know about 50 million people who have cut themselves on one. Daniel is a fast slicer. He had to work that night and wanted to eat before he left. He saw my slow slicing and I think it made him a bit insecure about the situation. I started working on another food item for the dinner, and after about 5 seconds of slicing I hear a fairly calm "oh crap". I turn to see my beautiful potatoes being contaminated by pinky blood. Daniel had just become the 50,000,001st person I know to cut themselves on one of those things! Contrary to popular belief, I did not freak out. Yelling "COME HERE! COME HERE!" While running to the bathroom and trying to rip open the never used, still in it's plastic first aid. Followed by "PUT PRESSURE ON IT! KEEP PRESSURE ON IT!" is not freaking out, it's simply handling the situation.

We wrapped the pinky up, in some gauze and bandaids, but it quickly bled through. We wrapped it up again and I finished dinner while Daniel sat on the couch. He had one hand in the air (you are supposed to keep bleeding things above your heart if possible), the other hand operating the PS3 controller while he finished the level he was working on before the hidden motives potato slicing had begun. We ate dinner (Yes, we still ate the potatoes, I threw out the bloody ones and cooked up the rest!), wrapped up the pinky one more time, really well this time, kept Daniel prepared with extra bandaids, and sent him to work.

I hadn't heard anything from Daniel in 5 hours. No news is good news right? I figured the bandaids worked out and everything was fine. I had asked Daniel for the parental permission code for our Wii, so I could try and connect to someone's internet so that my brother could send me my Mii, so when I got a text from "My Love" I figured he was just getting the code to me. Instead I read "I am in the ER". Um what!? Now, let's get a few things straight. It had been about 6 hours since the potato incident, that's a long time, I figured if he was going to go to the hospital for that, it would have been a few hours ago. Also, Daniel works in the Infectious Disease department and his lead is currently in quarantine for malaria. He could have easily (well, not easily, but much more easily than most people) gotten a disease on him. Lastly, This is Daniel we are talking about, he does weird, crazy stuff on a regular basis. I come to find out, he just hadn't stopped bleeding. Not as bad as something else happening, but I was still worried, for Daniel, and the emergency room bill we would soon be getting.

After Daniel went into see the Doctor, they tried to put pressure on it and hold it above his heart to see if it would stop bleeding on it's own(Really dude, it had been 7 hours by then! I don't think it's just going to stop). They finally gave in and decided to cauterize (there was a chunk missing, so there was no way they could stitch it). When they took a closer look, it was cut through a vein, so it wouldn't have stopped bleeding on it's own. He asked for the cauterized tool (pen, stick, pole?), but they wouldn't let him take it with him, so after a 3 hour ER excursion, he returned to work. On his return home in the morning, I found out that he had told me, and his two best friends he was in the ER, but not his mother. After convincing him that he should probably tell his mom, he sent her a text that read:  "So, I was in the ER last night." Ah, that's my man.

Back to Blogging.

I consider myself a fairly good story teller. Correct me if I am wrong, but I have been told I have the ability to take a fairly mundane circumstance and turn it into a interesting anecdote. That's what I originally created this blog for, talking about my fairly mundane life and and sharing it in a more exciting and entertaining way. For example, I am quite proud of my Journey's into Geekdom post awhile back. I, however have been ignoring my blog for one reason or another. I have decided I need to get back to my blogging, and share my mundane life with the world! (Or the 3 or 4 people that actually read this). Look for something interesting to come soon!

I was threated.....

To post wedding pictures, so here are some of my favorites. Thanks very much to Daniel's cousin's Wendi and Kristie, who took and edited the photos.

I am Sad.

What makes me even more sad than the temple changing, is the way people are reacting to my sadness. I love the Temple now, I think it is beautiful and I am sad to see it change. I'm not losing faith. I will not refuse to go to the Temple after it is renovated. I'm not upset that I have to travel to either Logan or Bountiful. I'm not saying that the Church is wrong for doing this. I am saying that I am sad to see something I love change. People are sad when Bishops or Stake Presidents change. People are sad when wards or stakes are rearranged. People are sad when old church buildings are torn down. People are sad when the Prophet dies and a new one is put in place. Things changing can be hard, and I feel it is okay to be sad. You can be sad when your Bishop or Stake President changes. You can be sad when ward boundaries change. I will not tell you to get over it, so please do not do that to me. I'm not offended the church is doing this to me. I am simply sad to see the Temple change. Nothing more.

The Ogden Temple is Beautiful...

Now.! It's beautiful right now, before renovations. I never thought the Ogden Temple was in any way less beautiful than the other Temples. I'm getting married in the Ogden Temple, in just a few weeks, because I love the Ogden Temple. I'm very sad about the new renovations. When I have children, they are not even going to be able to recognize the Ogden Temple in my wedding pictures, because it will be completely different. Essentially the temple I get married in, won't even exist in a few years. What is even worse, my brother Tim, who loves the Ogden Temple just as much, if not more than I do, will likely not be able to get married in it at all. RIP old Ogden Temple. I always loved you.

Olympics!!!

Does anyone know what happens in two days!?
While, of course you, it's the name of my blog post, duh.

I LOVE the Olympics. It is during the Olympics in which sports that you had no prior interest in suddenly become EXTREMELY fascinating.
Last Olympics inspired conversations such as this:
"You look tired."
"I am tired, I didn't go to bed until 5:00 in the morning."
"Why did you stay up until 5:00 in the morning!?"
"Men's speed-walking was on, and I couldn't miss it."

However, this year's Olympics (Winter, obviously), are being held in Vancouver, Canada. This time zone is much closer to ours than Beijing, China, where the last Olympics were held. This means a better sleep schedule. Well, Perhaps. While this may sound great, there is still an issue. Since the Olympics are during the day, it will be hard to find time to do anything else. Instead of conversations such as the previous one I imagine this Olympics will inspire conversations such as this:
"You look tired."
"I am tired, I didn't go to bed until 5:00 in the morning."
"Why did you stay up until 5:00 in the morning!?"
"I was doing homework and addressing wedding invitations."
"Why didn't you do that earlier in the day?"
"Women's speed-skating was on, and I couldn't miss it."

I hope you all enjoy the Olympics as much I as do. Happy watching.