You Decided

Wedding Theme has been chosen. But I loved everyone's ideas so much that I couldn't really pick ONE.

Zac Effron will be DJ/musical guest. No Children will be allowed. Those who don't bring a good gift will get tortured, Hostel style.

You Decide

Fact: Most people who attend BYU will at some point in their lives "get married." (Not me now, though)

Fact: I hate "planning" anything.

Fact: I'm going to let people suggest themes for my wedding. At the end of one week, I will pick the best one.

Fact: Themes like "marriage," "love," "white," "pre-nups," etc. are off limits.

Oh me oh my

For some reason, I find Clark Gable as Rhett Butler completely and totally infatuating. And sexy.

Maybe it's the Southern charm or the unabashed confidence or the money...or the mustache. I'm scared that it's probably the mustache.

Mistakes

We all make them. On August 7, 2006 I wrote the following:


"...chocolate covered cinnamon bears [are] not good"

I have since rescinded. They are delicious. Oh, the follies of youth!

Exquisite Taste

I had a horrible experience at The Eleven (7-11) tonight.

There was a rack of caramels of an assorted variety (licorice, mocha, butter pecan) with a sign that proclaimed these candies were for "those with exquisite taste." I didn't want any caramels because I wasn't in the mood.

Then I started worrying about what people would think of me - maybe they didn't know that I wasn't hungry and they would think that I didn't have exquisite taste. And I was especially worried about the cute guy behind me because he might question the exquisite-ness of my taste, and then he wouldn't want to ask me on a date because he wouldn't want to marry someone who doesn't have taste that is as unexquisite as mine. Even Raj seemed to be juding me.

In the end I bought enough caramels to last a large family until I graduate. Come enjoy them if you have exquisite taste like I do!

WTF? OMG that is SNF

The other day Heather was trying to convince Adam to start a blog. She said we didn't gossip, but I'm going to. It's ok, though, these aren't real people. The kind with souls, or emotions. These are my landlords.

These people, who we'll call John and Mary Carlson, have been lording my land for nearly two years. I've had some interesting experiences with them. Some have made me cry, some have made me laugh bitterly, and some have made me thankful that I was raised by cannabalistic pedophiles instead of them.

There was the time they had a garage sale - in our yard. Did I say "the time," because I mean the two times. The first one we were told to move our cars from the driveway that is at the house I pay $255/month for. The second time I simply woke up to find (not our landlord or landlady) but our landlord's sister. She had the disposition of a kimono dragon, which I understand is not a very friendly or loving one. There was all sorts of garage sale junk and garage salers in my yard at the house I pay $255/month for. I wasn't too happy.

Last night I vacuumed my room with this little beaut:


I sucked up a piece of popcorn and then the basement smelled like burnt popcorn. This household appliance is at least 10-years-old. One of my favorite things John Carlson has ever said to me concerns this Simplicity 5000.

(circa September 2006)
Me: Hi, John. This is Allyson from the house on 7th North. The vacuum isn't working and it's actually spitting more dirt all over the place.
John: Well I don't know why it would do that. It's a brand new vacuum.

Brand new?? Maybe around the same time that Fresh Prince was actually fresh, or maybe you meant that since you bought it from DI a couple years ago it was brand new to you. Either way, this vacuum sucks and my landlords are a living in a fantasy world where everything you buy from DI works like new.

Theme: Blog Entry

The Relief Society president dropped off a flyer at our house last week. It had ribbon, cutsey font, and polka dots and without much deductive logic one could figure what it was announcing: a girl in the ward was getting married, and there was a bachelorette party. I didn't give it more than the polite glance one gives things when the flyer distributor is standing right in front of you.

I managed to get out my iron clad excuse, "Oh, well my cousin is getting married...so I won't be in town anyway." I told her I'd give my roommates the information, although I knew they wouldn't be going because none of us are..."active" in our ward.

Yesterday I looked at the flyer, still on our bulletin board along with star ornaments stolen from last year's ward Christmas party and notes demanding payment for utilities long past-due. All the information was in place, including the date, location, and theme.

The theme? Wedding Night. Correct me if I'm wrong, but that's just about the point of a bachelorette party. It seemed like announcing that the them of the wedding was marriage, or that the funeral's motif would be death.

In 60 Years

My grandparents met when my grandpa's brother was dating my grandma's roommate. The other couple broke up, but my grandparents started dating. He was from Idaho and she was from Wisconsin, but they met in the Golden State - California.

I don't know how long it took, but they decided to tie the knot, jump over the broom, get married. The two of them drove from Cali to Reno, and looked up an LDS bishop. He met them at the local church, but they didn't have two witnesses so they snagged a couple men playing tennis at a nearby court. The bishop told them they weren't doing it the "right way" and to get that done ASAP.

Five to six years later, my grandma had been baptized and they were sealed in the Idaho Falls temple. They looked up the Reno bishop, but he died a year earlier.

My grandpa is a bit senile now. He can barely play games with the family. He listens to my grandma's commands to "close your eyes and go to sleep," or her gentle suggestions that he "sit down because you've been standing for so long on your bad hip." In turn, when we played Imaginiff she thought he'd be a koala bear because he's "so cute and cuddly."

In my immediate future, I'd hope for adventures, passion, sarcasm, and excitement. The thrill of doing something new with someone new, someone I'm just getting to know. But in 60 years I'd like to be where they are. Comfortable, loving, and with a bit of the adventure, passion, sarcasm and excitement we had in our youth.