I like Old Things

I've decided I like old things. I work at an old folks home. I like old people. I love it when they wear clothes from the 50's. I love when old ladies have to put on lipstick and where fancy pins or necklaces.



I like old cars, old houses, old loves, old memories, and anything that has to do with the past. I guess that's why I put on this old hat we found at an antique store and posed like an old fashioned model.

New and Old Jobs

Hey I haven't written in a while... been really busy. I guess when I had all of that time on my hands, I started to get lazy so as life works I was sent more to do. I started a new job in addition to the one I already have. Dan's mom mentioned my name to someone who needed some help with their parents. They called and offered me a job on the spot. I visited with them the next day, and met Ruth and Harold. They live togeth in a one bedroom apartment in a retirement home for seniors who are independent. Ruth is becoming dependent on others. She has dementia and is on medication to calm her. She has been very sweet to me since we've met, and her husband is just as charming. I feel like they could be my grandparents. A typical day is helping Ruth eat breakfast, making sure she stays awake and remembers that her food is food. Then she naps and I talk or read a book until she decides she can get up. About then it's lunch time and we go down to lunch. My shift starts at 7:45am until 12pm. Then I go home, eat and head to Sunshine Terrace at 4pm - 11pm. It's a hard week to do it everyday, but with some new staff, I will only have to work at the morning job 3 days a week. That should be good, then I will be able to see Dan again. :)

Dan and I went on a date to celebrate our very first date together Jan 31 2006. We went to our favorite restaurant, Calloways in Smithfeild. Then we watched a movie together and played the new lego Indiana Jones xbox game. It was a blast. After we stopped by Best Buy, we've been waiting for... dun dun da dun.. our video camera we ordered. It's the Sony Handycam with full HD 1080p (HDR-SR12). It has the touch screen, a veiw finder and a nob on the front that can be used for multiple things like focus where you want, and lighting (according to what you want it to be used for). We love it, can't wait to use it.

Well, I sure miss my family and pray for you alot. I pray that Kirsten and the girls are doing ok, and I wish I could there to help. I keep hearing about everyone getting laid off and it's worrying me. I guess Dan's cousin got laid off and he just got married and has a baby girl. I don't know what to do to prepare for the future, but I feel a need to do so. I want to keep our family safe and supplied with funds and food. Hope you are all doing good. I love you!

Daniel’s Story

This is Daniel. My family has the tradition of writing and sharing stories every year around Christmas time. Each year we choose a subject, usually concerning relationships, hardships, memories, or life in general. It has come to be a way of describing life, a way to get a grasp on reality, a time to step back and comprehend, a time to share lessons learned, and most of all, a time to get together and have an excuse to eat! My family is very into eating large meals without restraint sometimes one after another. This year's theme was "Sixteen". Enjoy, and I dare you to write your own. If enough respond I might even get hooked into this blogging addiction everyone has.

One last note, they are read out loud so I write them in a way where I must use voice inflection. So read it out loud in the most manly voice you can muster. Love you all.

Life With Realization Yet

to Come

The man in the black suit Ran around the corner of the bleak surrounding void of details. I pursued after him at breakneck speed. My nimble feet and powerful stride were still not able to bring me any closer to the man in black. He turned left around another corner, coat tails waving in nasty, mocking tone. "You can't catch us," they teased, "we are the ginger-black man." I bounded after him now descending two escalators side by side. I was on the left and finally catching up to him on the right. He stopped and turned to confront me and I did not give pause to hesitate. I bounded across sending feet first into his chest, my hands ready to brace for the graceful maneuver with the ungraceful ending. I stood in a gratifyingly powerful pose looking down the escalator at the man in a crumpled heap at the bottom as the stair gently glided down the stark landscape of an unknown city. I heard on the city's intercom system a faintly familiar, "beep…beep…beep…BEEP…BEEP…."

I am caught by a wind of maddeningly strange texture. I accelerate, twisting incomprehensibly in all directions towards the end. My mind stretches and consciousness, a consciousness like a liquid of great cohesive abilities, slimes and sucks through that tiny hole in the film separating the world from that of my own world. My alarm is there to greet me. How lovely. I grope with hands, blind without the response of my eyes. I move with great precision and "snooze mode" is activated. The best nine minutes of my day.

Nine minutes. NINE minutes. Who comes up with these things? Nine, nine, why not ten. Couldn't make it an even ten? And like nine is a snooze. I rather doubt that after these nine minutes that I will spring out of bed, do 20 pushups, run upstairs and hug my mother singing, "Oh, what a wonderful morning." More like 90 minutes. That's my kind of snooze. My hand, liberated from controlled conscious thought, reaches up using that same muscle memory. Unbeknownst to me, I ready myself for a "proper" snooze.

I desperately try to grasp the image of the man in the black suit in a heap on the floor. I wish to finish him. I retrace my steps in the void city. Stark, similar buildings navigate past me as I search out the man. I descend the escalators expecting to hear a cry for mercy.

I find a rather beautiful young lady in a very noticeable red dress walking very elegantly towards me. After a great deal of noticing, I stop to get a bearing on my situation. What should I say? "Hello, miss, have you seen a man in a black suit around here lately?" No, forget about him. What about her? "Hello, miss, all alone on this cold evening?" No, you sound like a murderer. Wait! Did you do your hair? Did you even brush your teeth? Are you even dressed? …well…

Dressed?!! What time is it!?! I rush out that pin prick in the hole in the veil and sit bolt upright in my bed. It's nearly 2^nd hour! I rush into my clothes, careful not to choose what I wore yesterday. That's a disaster. I calculate whether or not mom would be home at this time. Yes, she is probably home. Oh well, can't use the water. That would give my laziness away. I sneak out the downstairs backdoor praying that she isn't eating breakfast at the kitchen table just overhead. The door is impossibly loud as it groans across the floor giving my escape away for sure. I slowly close the door behind me and leap onto the cement ledge onto the ground level underneath the deck in the backyard. I low-crawl across the ground until out of sight from the glass slider door then, back against the wall, I shuffle swiftly around the corner. Taking an obviously natural poise, I walk nonchalantly across the street to the school. Living so close can be a blessing and a curse.

I enter halls of zits, buck teeth, skate shoes, CD players, BO, pretty girls that are clueless who I am and how I drop kicked the black suited man, football uniforms, hair scrunches, backpacks, cheerleaders, no running, late homework, very seldom and fascinating "cat fights", nerds, jocks, fashion, slime, primped and prepped, grungy punk, teacher's pet, class clown, and teachers to attempt at governing it all, to try in vain to direct the multitude. It is society at its peak. Not at its best, nor worst. That's up for debate. Just at its peak.

I walk down the immense wasteland of a corridor, soft, howling wind in the distance flowing over the cold walls. I travel alone, fending for myself, trying to stay afloat as I swim through the mass of crowds. Through the cacophony of voiceless wind, a distant "Hey Garv" catches my ear. I turn to search for the source but I am caught in the flow of that cold society, swept away to never know of the other entity in my realm. Someone to notice, to talk to, to know their name. I trudge onward, walking, drifting. Again, a different voice, this time more distinct against the giant, cold, soulless wind. "Hey Garv." Who are these people? Where did they come from and how do they know me? What is this madness? This is definitely not how the Society has been built or is ran or whatever the Society's function is. Hey Garvs are not included. Never. Just the wind. Just the natural, constant, never changing flow of the Society. "Hey Garv." What? "Hey Garv." "Hey Garvin" "What's up Garv."

I remember the time in my life where the world realized I existed, realized my name. Garv was from the band room, where I had an identity. It leaked out, rising exponentially introducing itself to the Society. I was then known and now had the struggle to know others ahead of me. All of that thanks to beautiful percussive voices. A set of Drums.

This last week I had a party at my house to make those flowers for your hair that Anne has been doing. They turned out awesome! They are much bigger than Anne's creations, because they are for adults, but I had so much fun, and so did the girls! The dumb thing about the whole event was the invitations I gave out to people at work and to a couple others... I wrote the wrong address on them!! So only 3 people from work came because they called me to find out where it was. The others either had plans or couldn't find the place. So I may have to do it again. Here's some pics of what I created. (thanks Anne for the idea! I won't sell them, I like them too much!)

Dan leaves on Friday for two weeks. He'll be in SLC, for training. I went to a ceremony with all his army guys. They all stood in the middle of a large gym and stood attention to the commander of their group. He called Specialist Garvin to the front of the group and told him that he was a good soldier and that he was an example to all the other soldiers. He described Dan's good skills and I was surprised to see Dan smiling proudly. The commander then asked me to come forward and he named Dan a sergeant. He gave me a pin to pin on Dan and some velcro pieces representing a sergeant to replace his specialist pieces. Then Dan's sergeant told us to kiss. That was a little awkward, in front of all of the soldiers... but I guess he had to listen.

So, now he goes for training, and this week he takes all of his finals early so he can leave by the 5th.
I'm really going to miss him. I'm glad I'll be able to call him this time. Last summer he was gone for 2 weeks to Honduras and I couldn't even call him!

I'm taking a week off from work, taking an overhaul on my house searching for warm clothes... and driving down to Moab for the annual Thanksgiving camping trip with Dan's family. I can't wait, but I'm also very bord because Dan is at work and I'm tryng to pack for both of us. I keep thinking about Kirsten and Brian and how hard it is to live apart from the one you love the most..

Dan says he thinks he will have to go to Iraq next year... and wants me to start getting used to the idea. I wonder what I will do when he is gone? Will I stay strong and remain close to him? Will he be ok? I hope that I can soak up all the time I get with him so I will not regret anything. I may have to move closer to family while he is gone, or be closer to his parents, I will go crazy!!!

We'll see what happens..

I woke this morning with sadness then, I was gladdened because it was only a dream. The dreamt that I called Anne and asked her what her plans were for the weekend (I wanted to visit Springville). Anne said she was going to Dad's funeral, as she told me about his death, I could feel the echo in my mind, the confusion and rejection... I just kept saying No.. No. No. How could it be? The dream moved forward, the family gathered in a room, I remember searching for anyone that was there when Dad died. Someone said that Aunt Chris was there.. helping to calm him. I searched for her, but then the family began to talk quietly together, someone mentioned singing his favorite song. (In real life, I don't know what that song is...) but we sang one that sounded sad but the sadness didn't match the words at all. It was about a puppy dog that wouldn't use a newspaper for the same things as a human would. It had many verses, such as peeing on the paper or rolling it around for a home. It was supposed to be funny, but when we sang it together, all of the siblings and extended family, my memories of dad flooded into my mind. I realized I would never be able to see my dad again here on earth. I pictured myself cupping my hands over his warm whiskery cheeks and looking at his soft brown eyes, then I began to miss him oh so much. I began to feel the pain that comes when someone close to you passes away. The tears were hot on my cheeks as I wandered around the room looking for a memento of the day that my dad passed. I just had to remember the date... Then I woke up. I know it's just a dream but it makes me want to call my mom and dad and ask them how they are doing. I makes me want to tell them that I love them one last time. Just once a day, or week, or month one last time.. I LOVE YOU. I guess we never know when those we love won't be there anymore. I think about all the bad feelings that flow between loved ones, then I want to try harder to apologize and soak up the good times, because before we know it, we've taken for granted having them there whenever we need them.

TO BRIAN

Here are some pictures I found of Qatar that I thought were neat.

BRIAN! I know your not going on vacation and your going to miss your family a lot;, but since your getting your man meter up and everything, you should try to remember the feminine side and take pictures while you are on your trip. We all hope you are safe while your in Qatar. We love you so much, and think of you often. I know it sounds crazy but I really feel a deep love for you and all that you've done for me. You have shown me what it is to have a happy home life and what family is all about. I hope you always remember how much we care about you. Please be safe. And have a good time. We love you lots.