8 favorite TV shows
1. Jon and Kate + 8
2. Scarecrow and Mrs. King
3. Remington Steel
4. Star Trek
5. Smallville
6. I don't really watch very much television...
8 Books you recommend
1. Harry Potter
2. Mistborn
3. Les Miserable
4. Fablehaven
5. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
6. Ender's Game
7. Parly P. Pratt's Autobiography
8. Work and the Glory
8 things that happened yesterday
1. Said goodbye to my good friend
2. Got on a metro in Washington DC
3. Got on a bus in Washington DC
4. Sat in the Dulles airport for a long time
5. Sat on an airplane for a long time
6. Sat in Detroit for a long time
7. Read about 300 pages from my book
8. Had dinner with a really cute boy
8 things to look forward to
1. having a husband
2. having children
3. having a house
4. going to the Temple
5. having normal work hours
6. grad school
7. the end of Hero of Ages
8. my cruise!!
8 things on my wishlist
1. husband
2. children
3. house
4. new car
5. sewing machine
6. travel
7. to be in more plays
8. the day that I am sitting in a public place and everyone around me (including myself) bursts into the same song and dance!
8 things I love about fall
1. the color of the leaves
2. the lights on the Temple
3. I get to pull out my flannel sheets
4. I get to pull out my puff quilt
5. I get to put my fall quilt on top
6. hot chocolate
7. pumpkin bread
8. the heater
8 people to tag
1. Kaylee
2. Sara
3. Nicki
4. Jackie
5. Alicia
6. Pam
anyone else who wants to :)
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
My new fish
Alright, I've figured it out, my old fish Elmer had some trust issues, he couldn't trust me to give him the right amount of food. But this time it's true love. His name is Apollo, and the salesman taught me what to feed him and how much. Who could resist this face!!!
He's Beautiful
He's fiercesome (check out those eyes)
We just make a cute couple.
Is having a fish like having a fake boyfriend? An essay on humanity.
My ward just implemented this fake boyfriend thing...if you'd like more details, I'll give them to you, but needless to say I had some strong feelings about this. I wrote a little essay on it.
I had a very special man in my life once. He was amazing. He was always there when I needed him, he always listened no matter what he never judged me. I felt so comfortable around him. He got along well with all my family and friends. Granted, he would never let me get very close. He had his hesitations. Despite his hesitations however, I got attached to this man. I should've seen that it would never work, but I fell and I fell hard. And this man couldn't even catch me, in fact he didn't have any arms. That was difficult. But nonetheless, I pretended that it could work. In my heart of hearts I knew that he only stuck around because he had to. If I had let him go he would have swam wild. And yet inexplicably, my heart lept every time I went home and found him anxiously waiting for me. I blissfully ignored his indifference in me after I fed him. I thought we really had something. I thought he cared. But now I'll never know. I'll never know because, first of all he went belly up, second of all, it never had a chance to work because it was fake. His name was Elmer, and Elmer was a fish. So I would like to propose this question: is being in love with a fish kind of like like having a fake boyfriend, and does my love affair with Elmer teach me or Elmer about what it's like to date?
I had a very special man in my life once. He was amazing. He was always there when I needed him, he always listened no matter what he never judged me. I felt so comfortable around him. He got along well with all my family and friends. Granted, he would never let me get very close. He had his hesitations. Despite his hesitations however, I got attached to this man. I should've seen that it would never work, but I fell and I fell hard. And this man couldn't even catch me, in fact he didn't have any arms. That was difficult. But nonetheless, I pretended that it could work. In my heart of hearts I knew that he only stuck around because he had to. If I had let him go he would have swam wild. And yet inexplicably, my heart lept every time I went home and found him anxiously waiting for me. I blissfully ignored his indifference in me after I fed him. I thought we really had something. I thought he cared. But now I'll never know. I'll never know because, first of all he went belly up, second of all, it never had a chance to work because it was fake. His name was Elmer, and Elmer was a fish. So I would like to propose this question: is being in love with a fish kind of like like having a fake boyfriend, and does my love affair with Elmer teach me or Elmer about what it's like to date?
Friday, October 31, 2008
My cool socks
I was born with a problem that I carry around,
actually now that I think it carries my pounds.
It has given me pains, it has given me corns,
I always viewed it with such tremendous scorn!
It gave me a bone spur, it makes my back ache,
On occasion it has even roused me awake.
I was born with a curse that I cannot reverse
in fact it even at times makes me spout verse.
Yet, recently,
I've begun to see things differently.
In an effort to turn my attitude more cheerful
I tried to find ways to make my curse less leerful.
After much contemplation I did finally surmize,
it means that I can wear a child size!
Wow! This could be the start of something new!!
Suddenly the ideas just started to spew!
I finally found what I was looking for,
now I needed a way the idea could spore.
I no longer would simply stick to the status quo,
it was time I Laura Hess would become the pro;
no one could doubt how I love this show.
We started searching, my two friends and I,
we would find those cute shoes, we would find them, or die!!
We searched hi and lo,
kept our heads in the game,
to all stores did we go,
okay, my heart is really in the song, is that so wrong?
At last, at last, at last, at last!
The shoes finally surfaced, my dream was not beat!
Zac Efron could finally live on my feet!
I carry him around like he's my best pal
I took him with me to see the third High School Music-cal
Now all my best friends do walk around with me
for all the wide world to look down and see!
Zac joins the ranks of our dear Harry Potter,
there also is Sponge Bog, they only get hotter!
Tinker Bells zooms on one lovely pair
While Santa Claus makes his presence with care.
So all of you born with that one gnawing flaw,
I urge you, please! Do not let it rub raw!
Simply instead find a way to live on
Turn it around and it soon will be gone!
You must find a way to let it bring joy,
even if it means having on your socks, the face of a boy
Disclaimer: these socks are real. I really own them, and I really wore them :) I loved HSM 3 by the way that I saw last night with my good friend Emily.
My dear friends Emily and Nicki found me these shows. Alas, in the child section. If you did not guess, my curse is small feet.
actually now that I think it carries my pounds.
It has given me pains, it has given me corns,
I always viewed it with such tremendous scorn!
It gave me a bone spur, it makes my back ache,
On occasion it has even roused me awake.
I was born with a curse that I cannot reverse
in fact it even at times makes me spout verse.
Yet, recently,
I've begun to see things differently.
In an effort to turn my attitude more cheerful
I tried to find ways to make my curse less leerful.
After much contemplation I did finally surmize,
it means that I can wear a child size!
Wow! This could be the start of something new!!
Suddenly the ideas just started to spew!
I finally found what I was looking for,
now I needed a way the idea could spore.
I no longer would simply stick to the status quo,
it was time I Laura Hess would become the pro;
no one could doubt how I love this show.
We started searching, my two friends and I,
we would find those cute shoes, we would find them, or die!!
We searched hi and lo,
kept our heads in the game,
to all stores did we go,
okay, my heart is really in the song, is that so wrong?
At last, at last, at last, at last!
The shoes finally surfaced, my dream was not beat!
Zac Efron could finally live on my feet!
I carry him around like he's my best pal
I took him with me to see the third High School Music-cal
Now all my best friends do walk around with me
for all the wide world to look down and see!
Zac joins the ranks of our dear Harry Potter,
there also is Sponge Bog, they only get hotter!
Tinker Bells zooms on one lovely pair
While Santa Claus makes his presence with care.
So all of you born with that one gnawing flaw,
I urge you, please! Do not let it rub raw!
Simply instead find a way to live on
Turn it around and it soon will be gone!
You must find a way to let it bring joy,
even if it means having on your socks, the face of a boy
Disclaimer: these socks are real. I really own them, and I really wore them :) I loved HSM 3 by the way that I saw last night with my good friend Emily.
My dear friends Emily and Nicki found me these shows. Alas, in the child section. If you did not guess, my curse is small feet.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Ernie, The Mouse
Warning: This is not a dramatization! All events reported were real events that could happen to you!! This is not a story for the faint of heart!
Disclaimer: the views and opinions voiced in this editorial do not necessarily reflect the views of the author concerning all matters of the same nature, nor do they necessarily reflect the views of anyone or anything affiliated with the author, execpting her roommate Jessica whom Laura knows shares the same views and opinions.
Chapter 1: The Thief
"Hm" Thought Laura one night after work. "I'm hungry, but I don't feel like macaroni and cheese, what should I eat?" Laura had a sudden bout of inspiration, it had been almost a week since she had made pumpkin bread, her favorite baked good, it was unarguably time for the next installment. She cheerfully pulled out her Hess Family cook book and started to search for the recipe, which was usually easy to spot due to its frequent use. "I don't know why I bother" she thought "I know it by heart". But nonetheless, Laura quickly found the page and started pulling out her ingredients. It first called for a cup and a half of sugar. Laura pulled out her colorful measuring cups and opened her sugar to begin the masterpiece, but something made her stop. There were little black things in her sugar! "Oh man, I've got bugs, that stinks" Upon further inspection, Laura began to doubt her first assessment. "Wait just a minute, that's a hair and..." the hair on Laura's neck stood on end as she gasped "oh my heckity schmeck, that is a hole nibbled into my sugar!!!!" Laura cringed and did not want to think about what critter would have the nerve to eat her sugar, but knew in her heart of hearts the only reasonable solution. Still she denied, "I must have bought it from the store that way" next thought "Mutant bugs must have done this" last thought "what about the rest of my food!!" Laura slowly and carefully opened the cupboard to inspect the integrity of her flour. To her horror and disgust and absolute one-hundred percent vomit-inducing revulsion she discovered that the culprit was still in the cupboard, and watched in dismay as it scurried into a hole in the wall. Laura did the only thing that any decent woman would have done, she screamed, grabbed her keys and ran out of the house vowing that there would be blood that night!!
Chapter 2: The Trap
Laura drove as fast as she could to Walmart. She did not normally enjoy shopping at Walmart, too crowded for her taste, she much preferred quaint little Shopko, but alas Walmart was a three minute drive down the road and in a situation like this every minute counts. That nasty critter could be breeding at this moment (don't think too hard about that one). She raced down the isles while calling her mother to find out what nasty little creatures ate. She couldn't bear to think what her roommate Jessica would say when she learned of the infestation. Laura perused the selections, trying to choose from the wide selection of weapons. Should she go Saddam Hussein style and find a trap which would ensnare her enemy without her ever having to look at it? Should she follow Osama Bin Laden's example and use the mouse as a dramatic example of the beheadings that will occur to anyone who dares to eat Laura's sugar? Or should she make OJ Simpson proud by poisoning him, letting him crawl somewhere and die, and therefore deny that she did any harm? Laura decided to go Osama Bin Laden style, mostly because it was cheapest. She went home, put her untampered food in a safe place, and set her traps. Her roommate Jessica took it better than expected, she even insisted on naming the furry little thing Ernie.
Chapter 3: The Tease
While Laura was at Walmart, she figured she might as well replace her sugar so that she could at least make pumpkin bread. As she made her bread, she listened jumpily for a crack, a squeak, a moan, a cry of anguish, anything to indicate that her trap was serving it's purpose. Nothing happened. Laura had her first sleepless night feeling psychomotor tingles where she could imagine the mouse crawling all over her. Every morning she awoke exhausted, to check her traps. 3 Days passed with no sitings. Laura started to rest easier thinking, maybe since Ernie's food is gone he has moved on! Or, maybe he died on his own! Or, maybe Heavenly Father answered my prayers and cast the devil out of my house! Just as Laura began to be convinced that he had to have gone, disaster struck. She arrived home from work and performed her ritual of checking her traps. To her once again horror and disgust and absolute one-hundred percent vomit-inducing revulsion, the enemy was once again caught scuffling off to his hole in the wall. Laura's fear mounted as she realized that the food around the trigger was eaten!!! "Not only is this a mouse, this is a mutant mouse" She realized with horror. "Alright, this calls for evasive maneuvers" She called the managers at once, insisted they join the battle, and began to get creative. Laura started trying to out think the little x-mouse. She precariously filled one end of a toilet paper tube with flour and set it ever so carefully on the edge of the dryer. Underneath, Laura filled a trash can with some water for the mouse to fall into. Laura didn't know if mice could swim, so she added some hydrogen peroxide to the water just in case it could. At her genius roommates suggestion, she stuffed towels under her bedroom door so that she could finally get some sleep knowing that the mouse could not get in. The managers came and set their traps as well, and Laura prayed.
Chapter 4: The Triumph
The day the managers set their traps, Laura came home from work, and performed her ritual of checking the traps. To her intense relief, the manager's Osama Bin Laden style trap had worked, there was a mouse with a clearly broken neck lying next to the bait. Laura was a little disappointed that her Hitler style trap hadn't worked (lure them into a false sense of security and then slaughter) because she thought it was clever, but fortunately, dead is dead. Laura was so happy, she decided to make more pumpkin bread.
Postlude
Ernie turned out to have a little family of four!
Disclaimer: the views and opinions voiced in this editorial do not necessarily reflect the views of the author concerning all matters of the same nature, nor do they necessarily reflect the views of anyone or anything affiliated with the author, execpting her roommate Jessica whom Laura knows shares the same views and opinions.
Chapter 1: The Thief
"Hm" Thought Laura one night after work. "I'm hungry, but I don't feel like macaroni and cheese, what should I eat?" Laura had a sudden bout of inspiration, it had been almost a week since she had made pumpkin bread, her favorite baked good, it was unarguably time for the next installment. She cheerfully pulled out her Hess Family cook book and started to search for the recipe, which was usually easy to spot due to its frequent use. "I don't know why I bother" she thought "I know it by heart". But nonetheless, Laura quickly found the page and started pulling out her ingredients. It first called for a cup and a half of sugar. Laura pulled out her colorful measuring cups and opened her sugar to begin the masterpiece, but something made her stop. There were little black things in her sugar! "Oh man, I've got bugs, that stinks" Upon further inspection, Laura began to doubt her first assessment. "Wait just a minute, that's a hair and..." the hair on Laura's neck stood on end as she gasped "oh my heckity schmeck, that is a hole nibbled into my sugar!!!!" Laura cringed and did not want to think about what critter would have the nerve to eat her sugar, but knew in her heart of hearts the only reasonable solution. Still she denied, "I must have bought it from the store that way" next thought "Mutant bugs must have done this" last thought "what about the rest of my food!!" Laura slowly and carefully opened the cupboard to inspect the integrity of her flour. To her horror and disgust and absolute one-hundred percent vomit-inducing revulsion she discovered that the culprit was still in the cupboard, and watched in dismay as it scurried into a hole in the wall. Laura did the only thing that any decent woman would have done, she screamed, grabbed her keys and ran out of the house vowing that there would be blood that night!!
Chapter 2: The Trap
Laura drove as fast as she could to Walmart. She did not normally enjoy shopping at Walmart, too crowded for her taste, she much preferred quaint little Shopko, but alas Walmart was a three minute drive down the road and in a situation like this every minute counts. That nasty critter could be breeding at this moment (don't think too hard about that one). She raced down the isles while calling her mother to find out what nasty little creatures ate. She couldn't bear to think what her roommate Jessica would say when she learned of the infestation. Laura perused the selections, trying to choose from the wide selection of weapons. Should she go Saddam Hussein style and find a trap which would ensnare her enemy without her ever having to look at it? Should she follow Osama Bin Laden's example and use the mouse as a dramatic example of the beheadings that will occur to anyone who dares to eat Laura's sugar? Or should she make OJ Simpson proud by poisoning him, letting him crawl somewhere and die, and therefore deny that she did any harm? Laura decided to go Osama Bin Laden style, mostly because it was cheapest. She went home, put her untampered food in a safe place, and set her traps. Her roommate Jessica took it better than expected, she even insisted on naming the furry little thing Ernie.
Chapter 3: The Tease
While Laura was at Walmart, she figured she might as well replace her sugar so that she could at least make pumpkin bread. As she made her bread, she listened jumpily for a crack, a squeak, a moan, a cry of anguish, anything to indicate that her trap was serving it's purpose. Nothing happened. Laura had her first sleepless night feeling psychomotor tingles where she could imagine the mouse crawling all over her. Every morning she awoke exhausted, to check her traps. 3 Days passed with no sitings. Laura started to rest easier thinking, maybe since Ernie's food is gone he has moved on! Or, maybe he died on his own! Or, maybe Heavenly Father answered my prayers and cast the devil out of my house! Just as Laura began to be convinced that he had to have gone, disaster struck. She arrived home from work and performed her ritual of checking her traps. To her once again horror and disgust and absolute one-hundred percent vomit-inducing revulsion, the enemy was once again caught scuffling off to his hole in the wall. Laura's fear mounted as she realized that the food around the trigger was eaten!!! "Not only is this a mouse, this is a mutant mouse" She realized with horror. "Alright, this calls for evasive maneuvers" She called the managers at once, insisted they join the battle, and began to get creative. Laura started trying to out think the little x-mouse. She precariously filled one end of a toilet paper tube with flour and set it ever so carefully on the edge of the dryer. Underneath, Laura filled a trash can with some water for the mouse to fall into. Laura didn't know if mice could swim, so she added some hydrogen peroxide to the water just in case it could. At her genius roommates suggestion, she stuffed towels under her bedroom door so that she could finally get some sleep knowing that the mouse could not get in. The managers came and set their traps as well, and Laura prayed.
Chapter 4: The Triumph
The day the managers set their traps, Laura came home from work, and performed her ritual of checking the traps. To her intense relief, the manager's Osama Bin Laden style trap had worked, there was a mouse with a clearly broken neck lying next to the bait. Laura was a little disappointed that her Hitler style trap hadn't worked (lure them into a false sense of security and then slaughter) because she thought it was clever, but fortunately, dead is dead. Laura was so happy, she decided to make more pumpkin bread.
Postlude
Ernie turned out to have a little family of four!
Laura's fabulous blogging adventure
I love reading other people's blogs and I love writing stories, so I decided to start my own blog! Feel free to comment and enjoy! I decided to begin with a good Halloween story that I wrote after moving up to Salt Lake. Have a great day!
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