Hugger Mugger

We had an excellent day on Saturday. Actually now that you mention it, it was a pretty rockin weekend. Full of mountains, friends, family and food. Saturday we went up to Park City with some friends and hit the outlets and the alpine slide.

After going on the slide, however, I got a gnarly headache. The kind that makes you want to rip your eyeballs out of your head. You know the kind. We were going tos top and grab a bite to eat before we headed back to Salt Lake. I was driving, it was 8PM but the sun was still shining, fueling the desire for me to rip the said eyeballs out of my head. We were having a hard time finding a place. Probably because my head was pounding so hard that I couldn't tell left from right and was having a hard time following the directions Blaine was offering.

Finally we switched drivers and he started heading towards Salt Lake, we planned to just stop at the first Chili's we came across. Even with not driving anymore, a friends sunglasses and my head buried in my lap I thought my head was probably going to explode at any moment.

By the time we got to the restaurant I was also feeling nauseous. I went inside to get a drink of water (and if we are going to be honest, to have our friend - who happens to be a chiropractor- try to fix my headache with a little head twistin [I am still working on gaining a testimony of chiropractory since I worked for a physical therapists office who was very anti- this experience helped ; ) ]).

After the water and adjustment I decided to go out to the car and lay down while they ate their dinner. On the way out a very Chili's employee, who was a man but had a very, um....distinctively feminine voice, opened the door for me on the way out. I went out to the car, rolled down the windows, and tried to sleep. I felt a little vulnerable, what with all the windows down, but my head hurt so bad I didn't care at all.

A few moments later I heard the distinctively feminine voice once more. Apparently he had walked one of his co-workers out to her car, which was parked next to mine. She thanked him profusely for walking her to her car and then he responded "Oh I always walk people out to there car in the evening, I mean, we just have WAY too many muggings in this parking lot for anyone to walk to their car alone."

I layed there.

I assessed how I was laying down in the backseat of the van, all the windows down, keys sitting on the passenger seat, practically screaming "PLEASE, MUG ME! HECK, STEAL MY CAR WITH ME IN IT !"

And so then I rolled the windows back up, hid my keys, and tried to sleep in a sweltering hot car still somewhat nervous about being all alone in the worlds most mug prone parking lot.

The end.

P.S. Since I know you all love and care about me. I felt better the next morning. And I need sunglasses. Fo' sho'.

Picasa

So....do you use picasa? It's an awesome photo program that google makes. It rocks.


Anyways, the newest version of picasa has a feature where it will go through and do facial recognition on your photos and create albums based on each person you have a lot of pictures of. It puts all the pictures it thinks are of you all together and then you click yes if it is a picture of you or no if it is not, and it adjusts the album accordingly. It's pretty sweet. It makes it way easier to find a specific picture of a person because you can just look at their file of photos.


Anyway, it totally has me pegged. Fat or skinny, long hair or short....red hair or brown or blonde... every picture in my album was identified correctly as me. It probably has to do with my huge schnauz. I thought it was kind of weird because with other people there were usually a few random people in the set of pictures (Blaine looks a lot like his sister Rosey and so it got a few of those mixed up, Max and Nick look a lot a like, etc.), but me? Apparently I don't look like anyone.

Well...except in the middle of all of these pictures of me there were three pictures in a row. There's something about the Bassett girls and our big mouths I guess!




*Um, as a note: If anyone can think of an excellent blog post that would require me to post pictures of myself where I look awesome, I'd appreciate it. The self deprecating photo thing is getting old.

Fifteen Minutes

So, pretty much Gwen is famous. And Ben too. She is in photos 1, 6, and 7

We had lots of fun at the Princess Tea Party yesterday, woot!

History of a mover

5 years ago - Ho hum....we are moving to Oregon tomorrow, I guess we better buy some moving boxes. Holy Moses, they are EXPENSIVE!

4.5 years ago - move back to Utah, grateful to not have to buy new boxes

4 years ago- move to Minnesota, grateful to have those gulldarn boxes laying around

3.5 years ago - move back to Utah. Whew, glad we kept these boxes

3 years ago - move to Texas, woohoo! The company is paying for new boxes! Let's get rid of this heaping pile of crumbling cardboard! Blaine: but, but, but....we might need them again someday! Me: Never! We will never ever move again unless a company pays for it.

1 year ago - Moving back to Utah - really? You really want to haul these boxes back to Utah? The company is paying for awesome new moving boxes. Why? WHY! WHY do we lug these boxes everywhere we go.

Today- moving from Lehi to Lehi. No one is paying for boxes. In humility I would like to thank Blaine for insisting we move our boxes around the country with us.

I went the first 21 years of my life without moving once. I think I have more than made up for it by now!