Saturday, October 31, 2009


I don't understand why little, square (super delicious) Dove chocolate candies come with inspiring messages on the inside of the wrapper. To save Americans from struggling with obesity, I think they should write things like:

"Maybe you should ease up on the candy, fatty"
"Be a lady, put it down"
"Step way from the chocolate"
"You're probably gonna have to run a few extra miles after eating these"
"If this chocolate doesn't make your face break out maybe the guilt from eating the WHOLE BAG will"

Just a thought.

Friday, October 30, 2009


You know those movies where they show someone in a super small town with a population of less than 2000 where everyone waves to each other on the street and knows ALL (maybe too much) there is to know about the other members of the community... Well, I never knew they really existed until this week. I'm in Wisconsin where we go to the local bank to gossip every morning and see signs posted like this:

It's ridiculously fantastic so far. But the best part is that they have great beef jerky and cheese.

Monday, October 26, 2009


Last week was full of new things for me:

1) This is my new niece. Her name is Lola. She already knows sometimes it's cool to high-five yourself.

2) When I was in Oxford in August, I saw this poster in a book store and fell in love with it and it's story. I didn't buy it because I didn't think I'd be able to carry it with me the rest of the week through all my bus rides and make it back to Czech without destroying it. My super sweet friend Bridget ordered it straight from England for me...and in my favorite color to boot. Now I just need to get a frame in the crazy 23.5 x 16.5 dimensions.
3) I got to see the new Warren Miller flick. I pretty much love these films.

4) News of travel plans to Wisconsin...tomorrow.

Sunday, October 25, 2009


I know, I's WAY past Labor Day, but I wore white to church today. And I looked good in it. That's right, boys, take note: deanna looks good in white. wink wink. nudge nudge. say no more say no more.

Thursday, October 22, 2009


I know we have a couple holidays in between, but everyone get excited because I'm pretty sure I saw Santa Claus driving around Orem in a white Tahoe today.
I didn't snap a photo of him because 1) I was way too excited for the thought to even cross my mind 2) that'd be naughty and I want all the pressies I can get.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009


I had the pleasure of staying in Tooele this weekend to hang with my niece and nephew while my brother Jeff and his wife Virginia went to San Diego for the BYU football game and Virgina's birthday celebration. That Saturday happened to be homecoming for the local high school and Robert was asked to go. Just for the record: it wasn't a date...they went to a dance. Whatever.

Lauren and I were in charge of making sure everything went smooth. So while Robert and the non date group were playing air hockey during the afternoon, the two of us set out to buy a flower for the girl. There is one flower shop in Tooele and it is closed on Saturdays. Instead we tried the local Macey's and Albertson's supermarkets. No luck. The final attempt led us to Wal*mart where they only sold bouquets but we didn't need a dozen. As we were about to leave and admit defeat, I remembered a time I went to a Wal*mart in Springville with my friend Holly and she had to use the restroom. When she came out, she handed me a rose and said she found it in a vase in the bathroom. Weird. I went in and checked out the restroom. Sure enough there was a vase with roses. So maybe I boosted one for Robert's date.

As Robert was showering and getting dressed I realized he was gonna wear a tie and probably needed help with this one but I don't wear ties. With the help of a youtube video, Lauren and I can now make a perfect Windsor knot. Crisis averted.

Add a little hair gel, hide his white tennis shoes and white socks so he has to wear black socks and dress shoes, a little spray (or twelve) of cologne and we had one good looking man cub ready for his first date with a little bit of help from his big sister and favorite aunt (that one is me).

PS Lauren and I have amazing outfits because we went to an 80's themed birthday party during the dance--not our normal attire.

Monday, October 19, 2009


I used to hear this song on Euro VH1 so I'm not sure if it has been playing in the states, but it's my fave song for the day:

The Show by Lenka
click for the video or's just a few lines...

I'm just a little bit caught in the middle
Life is a maze and love is a riddle
I don't know where to go I can't do it alone I've tried
And I don't know why

Slow it down
Make it stop
Or else my heart is going to pop
'Cause it's too much
Yeah, it's a lot
To be something I'm not

I'm a fool
Out of love
'Cause I just can't get enough

I'm just a little girl lost in the moment
I'm so scared but I don't show it
I can't figure it out
It's bringing me down I know
I've got to let it go
And just enjoy the show

***I like it so much, maybe I'll name my 3rd born Lenka***

Friday, October 16, 2009


This is a story of girl meets boy. The girl, Deanna Watson of Orem, Utah, grew up believing that love could be all flowers and happily-ever-afters. This belief stemmed from early exposure to sappy Beatles love songs and totally misunderstanding the movie Swamp Thing. The boy, Jason somebody of Wherever the doesn't matter now, USA, maybe shared this belief. Since the days of his gym experience he'd only love two things: the first was his huge biceps. The second was hydrating his body after a good workout. Deanna meets Jason on September 25th. She knows almost immediately he is the one to finally be her boyfriend. This is a story of girl meets boy, but you should know upfront, this is NOT a love story.

DAY 1 blog entry Jason looked away as I looked up from the elliptical machine and then almost ran into the door as he tried to sneak one more peek just before leaving the rec center.
DAY 11 I went to BYU symposium this morning. Was late to the gym.
DAY 5 Jason walks in to rec center. Glances over at me on elliptical. Can't help but smile.
DAY 13 Two meetings at the fountain.
Jason: You having a good workout?
Deanna: (panting) yeah. Today is a good day.
Jason: Me too. I'm exhausted.
Deanna goes in for another drink and as she walks away says: Deanna! That's my name.
Jason: Deanna? I'm Jason.
Deanna: cool. (and goes to exercise on)
DAY 6 I'm not even thirsty but I go to drinking fountain just to see him and he follows. Twice.
DAYS 19&20 I went to gym early maybe hoping to see Jason as I was leaving and he was coming. No luck.
DAY 7 I go to drinking fountain and he is there before me.
Deanna: So we meet at the fountain again...
Jason: But you usually make it here first.
Deanna: Guess I'm slow today.
Jason stands there as if wanting more of a conversation. Deanna walks off...exercise on.
DAY 15 As Jason was leaving the rec, he looked down on Deanna riding the bike then turned around and pushed the door open with his back for an extra look.
DAY 21 I went to gym early and then went back for round 2 to sit in hot tub with Brother Tim. Jason sees me talking to him and seems to pay more attention to me. Jealous maybe?
DAY 14 No drinks.
DAY 22 He arrived on time, talking on his cell as usual. I finished my time on the elliptical and headed to the fountain for a sip. He was there!
Deanna: Jason, right?!
Jason: yeah
Deanna: just remembering. (starting to breath heavily now because of the workout and being nervous, but I knew this was my chance.)
Jason: Hey (and he stood there as if waiting to have a conversation with me.)
To myself: This is it!!
Deanna: So...what's your girlfriend's name?
Jason: Brooke.
Deanna: You two exclusive?
Jason: Yes.
Deanna: Fair enough. (walks away)

Most days of the year are unmemorable. They begin, and they end, with lots of water consumed in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life. October 16th was just another day.

Friday, October 9, 2009


My friend Clint told me he needs to take me dancing because he can't find anyone to stunt with who doesn't get freaked out.

He then proceeded to tell me most cute girls can't dance and the not-so-cute girls cut up a rug so it's a struggle when he wants to ask a girl onto the floor.

Then I realized he said he wanted to dance with me. Which position does that put me in? The not-so-cute girl who is the good dancer? Dangit.

Saturday, October 3, 2009


Now I'm not usually one to make a fuss but I also don't appreciate bad business and would like to pass this info on to you.
Stewart Palmer Studio: I must tell the truth, I did leave this place yesterday with a great haircut and color but I also left with a wet hoodie and jeans because they spilled water down my back when the girl washed my hair. I know, that was an accident and it's cool because I can dry off, but the part that really bothered me was the poor customer service as I was getting my hair cut by the "professionals" who stopped styling hair to call in an order of food for lunch for themselves and take several calls on their personal cell from a boy they are interested in dating. Those phone calls can wait until AFTER you finish with your client. I mean, if I am paying for the service...I deserve the attention.

Elase in Orem: I detest this office more than any human being could hate another place of business. Not only did the consultant BURN my neck with a laser (leaving me with some gnarly hickey looking marks), but the manager also lied to me about it, and then tried to insinuate that I was lying when I returned to talk with them about the incident. In past experiences with this office, they have also zapped a chunk of eyebrow when doing laser hair removal for my friend and left a bruise on the face that lasted for over a month.

PS If you talk with representatives from other laser/spa offices around Utah County and mention something went wrong, I've noticed the first suggestion of where the bad service was performed is usually Elase. Nice job guys. Zero out of five stars.

Friday, October 2, 2009


Just a few of the most ridiculously romantic (less romance more ridiculousness actually) comments I either had said to me or heard a boy say to a girl this week thus far:

*You are hard to forget, but easy to ignore.
*I'd take care of you if I knocked you up. At least for six months OR until you started showing.
*You're cute but there are some things you should change. Maybe watch what you eat because your height and weight don't match. But don't worry...your boobs are great. Don't change your boobs.
*Hi. I want you.
*I need some arm candy Saturday. You busy? Make sure to wear a dress and curl your hair.

I mean REALLY boys? Really?! Let's have more tact please.