I'm so scared!

Happy Halloween!

oOoOoOoOoOo... hope your day is spooky(in a good way)!

For the record, I'm a dork.

And, just to update everyone... Kurt and I are currently deciding where to move next year.

Will it be the City that Never Sleeps?


Or the Mile High City?


Or the Queen City?



If I could pick where we moved, it would be the Holy City. There really is no place like home.


So you can see, we have our work cut out for us. We hope to have the decision finalized by this weekend. Wherever we end up moving, I'm excited! They're all great places to live and each has its own appeal. So wish us luck!

One Year

Tomorrow is the one year anniversary of mine and Kurt's first date.
So now, a walk down memory lane...

On August 24, 1981, Kurtstan David Atkins was born.

Look at that adorable face.

Flash forward 24 years...

Sitting in Church on the first Sunday in my new ward, I wasn't very happy. I didn't want to move out of my apartment (and thus ward) from the previous year, into a new apartment and ward where I knew no one. I watched all the guys walk into the "chapel" (aka conference room in the Tanner building) and kept thinking, "No cute guys in this ward! Arggh!!"
Then I saw Kurt. I thought, "Hey... he's cute. He's really cute."
I had a crush.
Apparently Kurt saw me and thought the same and had a crush too.

A month and a half of flirting, cookie, dinner and cinnamon roll making, Kurt asked me out on our first date. "Wanna go for a ride on my motorcycle?"
"Heck yes!" I said. "Let's go Tuesday night after I get off work."

That first motorcycle ride was only the beginning. Oh yes, only the beginning.
What did I like about Kurt?
Here's a few things.

1. He's got an amazing sense of style.


2. He doesn't ride just cars.


3. He's great with kids and animals.


4. He's just a big kid himself.


5. He pulls off the "mountain man" look well.


6. He also pulls off the "rock star" look well.


7. He bought me this ring.


8. Mostly though, he loves me. Even though I'm goofy...


he's goofy too.


9. When I'm ugly and look like this...


he loves me as if I always looked like this...


10. He laughs with me. A lot.


11. Basically, he's my Prince Charming.


Happy October 24 Babe! I know one year isn't long, but it's flown by! Ilu!! Muah!

Two wild and crazy kids!

Well, Kurt is gone until tomorrow night. Poo. Here's what it looks like outside:

But here's the thing about it... that's what it looked like last weekend! Maybe it's because the weather was so crappy we weren't very much fun! Lol.

So, last Friday night we headed up to campus for entertainment purposes. We were doing it freshman-style:



Oh yeah, shades of freshman year. You can see the excitement on my face:


Actually it was perfect cuz we were watching the best show ever!


The Office! Woohoo!!

And then, we went to Cold Stone, where we danced in the store like a pair of idiots.

Oh drat, the picture is sideways! Anyhow, Kurt did the (stoned) robot while I chose to bounce around like a goof ball.

Saturday night we watched the game! Go Cougars!

I think it was awesome that it was all freshman and alumni, and us, at the Legends Grille. The fries? Pretty good. Kurt's semi-emo slash snowboarding shirt? Freakin awesome!

And of course, no weekend is complete without a little Wii! (oh did I mention we got one? Yeah, it's awesome)
Kurt looks really special when he plays Boxing. And I whoop his butt.

(dang these are sideways too! i'll fix them)
TKO!

My favorite poem

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

by T. S. Eliot

S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,
Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats	5
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question …	10
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,	15
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,	20
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;	25
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;	30
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
In the room the women come and go	35
Talking of Michelangelo.
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—	40
[They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”]
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
[They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”]
Do I dare	45
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all:—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,	50
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
And I have known the eyes already, known them all—	55
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?	60
And how should I presume?
And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!]
It is perfume from a dress	65
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin? . . . . .
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets	70
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?…
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas. . . . . .
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!	75
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep … tired … or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?	80
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,	85
And in short, I was afraid.
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,	90
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”—	95
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: “That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all.”
And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,	100
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:	105
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.” . . . . .	110
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,	115
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.
I grow old … I grow old …	120
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.	125
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown	130
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

More on Solo Amigos

You've gotta watch this. Why? Because it's the funniest thing you'll see in your life. EVER.

Simplement amis?

While Kurt and I were in NY, we were not able to watch our favorite movie ever. We've watched it since we got back, and I remembered how much I love that movie! I dedicate this post to the movie that brought Kurt and I together.... Just Friends, aka Simplement amis? in Canada, Solo Amigos in Spain and Colombia, and my personal favorite, Wild X-mas in Germany. Also, the first few songs playing on my player are off the soundtrack. Kurt bought the soundtrack of iTunes and burned me a copy. On the cd he put 'Just Friends ... not us, the movie". It was cute.

Samantha: [singing] We might be a world apart (world apart)
but you're always in my heart (always in my heart)
when you look up at the stars (look up at the stars)
feel my love from afar (afar, afar)
Looking down like a shining star (like a shining star)
dancing free with my guitar (with my guitar)
I don't know just where you are (where are you?)
love from afar, love from afar
feel my love!


Samantha: Ok Ron, which jokester changed the key on me?
Ron: No one, Samantha, it's been the same key for the last 8 takes.
Samantha: Where's my guitar? I need my guitar.
Ron: We have to mix the tracks separately.
Samantha: Well I need to be real Ron and my lyrics say, "dancing free with my guitar." I can't be real if I don't have my guitar, ok? I need to transcend!

Chris's Mom: Dusty, what kind of car is this?
Dusty: Carol, this little Japanese princess here is called the Prius.
Chris's Mom: I think it's so neat that you kids care about the environment.
Chris: I love the environment.
Chris's Mom: But honey, don't you drive a Range Rover? Aren't those bad?
Chris: [pause] Well, I had a really nice time tonight, and I hope we can do it again soon. Hey, Dusty, thanks for comin'.
Dusty: Oh, listen, man, it was my pleasure, really. Thank you all for having me. It was so nice.
[Chris takes out his retainer]
Dusty: And hey, before I forget, make sure to that you rinse that thing at least twice a day, okay? Your mouth is a disgusting open cesspool with germs and bacteria. Now put that back!

Chris: See, when a girl decides you're her friend you're no longer a dating option. You become a complete non-sexual entity in her eyes, like a brother... or a lamp.
Ray: I don't want to be a lamp.


Chris: When he plays that thing it's like he has fifteen fingers.

Samantha: Forgiveness, is more than saying sorry. To forgive is divine. So let's have a glass of wine. And have make-up sex until the end of time, time, time, time, timmmmmmeee! Time.

Samantha: Chris! Chris! Chriiiiiiiiis!
Chris: I'm busy!!
Samantha: I'm busy! Stupid dick!


High School Chris: Hey guys, have you seen Jamie?
H. S. Darla: I think I just saw her go into the garage with the football team.
H. S. Chris: Sweet.

Clark: So you gave her a ... body shake?

Chris: Dusty! Why?
Dusty: Are you kidding man? I love the notebook. Listen, it may sound gay, maybe even a little fem, but there is something so resplendent in the simplicity of Nicholas Sparks's writing, you know what I mean? By the way, buddy, nice outfit. Rock and roll.

Jamie: What are you thinking about?
Chris: Bush.. the president... the first family, really.

Clark: Mariah Carey!! This is a Pontiac Grand Prix! You Hollywood guys are so dramatic!


Casey: Have you seen this poster? It's the hottest selling poster in America.
Chris: Yeah, with the fruit ...

Chris's Mom: [Starts dialing while Chris is on the phone] Hello Joyce?... Joyce?
Chris: No, Mom, I'm on the phone.
Chris's Mom: Well honey, what are you doing at Joyce's house?
Chris: No, mom, I'm in the living room, 10 feet away from you.
Chris's Mom: Well, honey, while I have you on the phone, what do you want for dinner? We have a choice of chicken chow mein or roast beef.

Little Girl: Sorry Ms. Palomino, it's just that he's so terrible.
Chris: I'm not terrible, it's just these rental skates.
Little Boy: A good skater can skate in anything!


Waitress: I remember you! You're the chubby bunny! Ohhhh, you're not so chubby anymore are you! [Pinching his cheek.]
Chris: [Making a stabbing action with his fork towards her hand] You're in my personal space.

Clark: Are you kidding man? You're Chris Brander! You're Hollywood! You date models! He's Jersey. He skis in his jeans!

Samantha: I'm sorry I'm not the most boring person ever!... I'm sorry I'm not poor!... I'm sorry I don't have a fat ass!

Samantha: Let's go Chris, there's pee on the floor. [Sees Jamie and hisses at her]

Chris: I'm gonna start drinking, can I get you anything? Mom? Samantha, maybe some salmon? Cuz I'm just gonna [makes a shooting action with his hand into his mouth]


Chris: [sees Samantha] AHHH!
Samantha: [laughs] I'm a bubble.
Chris: What did you do to her?!
Mike: Long story short, she fell?
Chris: Mike, I'm gonna kill you!
Mike: 'She's fine! She's got her toothpaste, she's happy! She's just loopy from all of the vicodin!
Chris: Where'd you get the vicodin?
Mike: [ashamed] Mom
Samantha: Blueberry.

Samantha: [Chris is wrestling Samantha to make her stop using her taser gun on him] Oooohhh yes! It's Go-Time!
Chris: Hey! Hey! It's not Go-Time! This isn't how it works Samantha! You can't force or... or torture someone into liking you!
Samantha: [rolls her eyes] Oooo, the big speech.

Samantha: We can work at play, meow!

Samantha: We're gonna be the best manager/artist team since Jessica Simpson and her dad, except we get to mrow! and they can't cuz it's illegal. I looked it up.


Samantha: Your names are Clark and Darla? Oh my gosh, that is just so adorable, I could eat you both up! [Barks like a dog several times]

Samantha: I'm so glad Casey got us back together!
Chris: Yeah, you're awful!

Samantha: I wonder if we could get Bono to sing back up. I could sing, "Forgiveness is the way," and he'd be all, "Forgiveness every day!" except all Bono-y.


Chris: [thinking] Dude! It's the girl of your dreams! Ravage her! ... But what if she doesn't wanna be ravaged? Friends don't ravage each other, friends watch New Years Rockin Eve. I wonder who's hosting this year?

Chris: Mom! Where are my ice skates? I need them!
Chris's mom: Oh honey, I threw those away ages ago. Besides, you were never very good at ice skating.
Chris: Well I'm good now and I need them to show off my talents for Jamie!
Chris's Mom: Oh honey, you don't need to show off for Jamie. Just, be yourself. [singing] Be yourself! Be yourself! Be yourseeeeeelf! [speaking again] Now come on, Mikey and I are making snow angels!
Chris: I don't wanna be myself. My snow globe collection!

Young Mike: Raise your hand if your brother's a homo!


Samantha: I love that you're taking me home to meet your mother. Is this one of your clever plans?
Chris: Yes, I planned you setting the plane on fire.

Chris: She is a crazy person!
Casey: Hey, you're the one who used to diddle her.
Chris: It was one date! And I ended up in the hospital!

Jamie: I just peed a little!

Santa: It's a Palomino Christmas... again!


Samantha: Oh gosh I wanna lick your skin off!
Chris: I'd prefer you didn't.
Samantha: But I want to.
Chris: Don't!
Samantha: [charges him with a roar and starts kissing him] Oo you're gonna get it, you're gonna get it bad.
Chris: I don't want it.

Chris: If she wakes up, tell her I went to meet Bono.
Mike: You're going to meet Bono? I wanna go too.
Chris: Now you working void, it's a lie. I'm going over to Jamie's house.
[Angry, both act like they're going to hit each other.]
Chris: I love you.
Mike: [hands Chris a Christmas cookie] I love you too.

Clark: It sounds like you're right back where you started. You're in the friend zone.


Mike: [to Samantha] Mike Brander, nice to meet you. I have your poster on my wall but you are way hotter in person.
Samantha: I know!
Chris: You have her poster?
Mike: Yeah, I slapped the ham to it like an hour ago.
Chris's Mom: What ham did you slap honey? Not the one I just bought.
Samantha: Uh, Mrs. Brander, do you have anything other than ham? Because I'm on the pericone diet and I need salmon like, now.
Chris's Mom: I love the color salmon for rooms, it's just so relaxing.

Darla: She's adorable.
Chris: And affectionate.

Samantha: It's ok, you can have other girls, I like girls. Darla.

Chris: Listen, Mr. Palomino, I'm really sorry about last night. [a burnt Santa falls onto the yard with a last dying, ho ho ho] And that. Look, I know you hate me, but I need to speak with Jamie... Where is she
Mr. Palomino: She's gone off with Mr. Lee.
Clark: The dry cleaner?
Mr. Palomino: No, Dusty, you idiot.

Samantha: The container said microwaveable!
Fireman: Yeah, but the foil wasn't.
Samantha: Well I'm not supposed to worry about that, I'm the talent!

Samantha: [on the phone with her dad] Daddy we're down. ... Nice plane! ... Not happy!! ... Wait a minute, am I being Punked? Oh my god! Ashton, you really got me! Ha Ha! Ashton! Ashton?

And the last, so sweet:
Chris: Jamie, look, Jamie! I said a lot of really crappy things the other night and I'm sorry about that. I haven't been a very good friend to you and I'm sorry, ok. The truth is that I'm afraid to be your friend because I'm always gonna want more. But then I got to thinking that I'd rather have you in my life as a friend than not at all.
[She opens the door]
Chris: You know, that's a lie too.
Jamie: What do you want, Chris?
Chris: I want to take you out on a date. And I don't care if it's in the day or at night or whenever as long as it's a real date. And I want to tell you how beautiful I think you are, inside and out. And I want to have babies with you, and I want to marry you and I love you, Jamie, I always have.