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Saturday, April 07, 2007

Spring Time in the Rockies

The year my Grandma Conrad died, Josie was in kindergarten. It seemed that in that particular year we went to a lot of funerals. I can't really remember how many or who all passed away, but Josie went to a lot of funerals for a girl her age.

One day we were outside playing and somehow our attention turned to the flowers. Josie decided that she would smell one, so she walked up to the flower, put her nose right in it and sniffed a big sniff.

"Ew!" she exclaimed, "These flowers smell like dead people!"

She didn't realize that instead of flowers smelling like dead people, funerals smell like flowers because everyone brings flowers for the family. There are flowers on the pulpit, flowers on the casket, flowers in the isles, flowers at the grave site, flowers at the luncheon...

And then when you go home there are flowers all over the living room, spilling over into the kitchen and hallways and bedrooms...flowers are just everywhere.

Most flowers do smell pretty good. Others, however, simply don't. We have these trees by our walkway that just smell awful. They provide our living room with shade and since we live on the second floor, we are right in the blossoms. I suppose it is kind of like being in a tree house.


Unfortunately, when the breeze blows through our open window, we don't get that nice, fresh apple blossom smell. Instead it is this grossness. I really wish there was some way to capture a smell and just kind of clip it to this post so that you would know what it smells like.

It is a sweet smell, but more like a sweet smell mixed with putrescence. Quite sickening, really.

Josie and I walked to Patrick's volleyball game earlier this week, and these trees were lining the streets. Josie, now knowing that flowers don't smell like dead people, said, "Gross! These smlowers fell bad!" Fortunately the trees on the street alternate between these ones and some plum trees. Even though plum trees are messy, they certainly smell a whole lot better than this kind!

I told Andrew the next day that the blossoms smelled bad. He was suffering from allergies and was still quite stuffed up, having taken his allergy medicine just before we left the house. He insisted that they smelled just fine.

Well, when we came home from work (after his allergy medicine kicked in), he agreed with me that they smelled horrible. We were trying to decide on something to compare the smell to, but couldn't come up with anything until Andrew said, "You know, they kind of smell like dead people."

Now, that is kind of true. They have that sweet flower smell mixed with the smell of rotting something or other. How morbid is that?

At least these trees attract birds. It's kind of nice to wake up to chirping birds outside our window. We always sleep with our windows cracked open to help air out our house (although I'm not sure it counts as "airing out" when it ends up smelling like dead people).

This will be our first summer here together. It's rather nice to hear birds in the morning instead of gas trucks blaring ridiculous Nintendo theme songs, or goat herders yelling at their bleating goats. Come to think of it, I don't think I once heard a bird chirping outside my window in Jordan, so it's kind of a nice change of pace, although I do miss Jordan terribly.

I'm just glad that winter is finally over and we don't have to wear shoes or pants anymore!

Thursday, April 05, 2007

BYU on Al-Jazeera

Recently at BYU there has been quite a stir about the upcoming visit of Dick Cheney to speak at commencement. A group of faculty members, including a sociology professor who was auditing my Arabic 101 class, wrote an official letter of complaint to the administration of BYU, which then got forwarded up to Salt Lake.

Concerns of inviting Dick Cheney, mired in perjury scandals with Scooter Libby, Valerie Plume and the rest of the CIA, and possibly the Alberto Gonzales mess, in addition to faking information about Iraqi connections to 9/11, etc...

It's made quite a divide here, with students and faculty concerned about the implications of inviting such a speaker, the implications for the Church allowing and supporting him, etc. The First Presidency even made an official statement focusing on the neutrality of the situation, emphasizing that the invitation is not a political move.

Yesterday, a group of 200 BYU students staged a protest in front of the JFSB. They stood around holding signs while a rival protest group of College Republicans formed next to them. It was all really calm. I passed by them all day, going to class and work and stuff, and they didn't do much.

However, the aftermath of that little protest has been kind of cool. An article was put on CNN's webpage last night. NPR did a spot on it too. The coolest thing, though, is that it also got on the front page of Al-Jazeera. A quiet little protest of 200 people got front page attention!

Although the reasons are lame, BYU got its 15 minutes of fame in the Arab world. However, reading the comments left by various readers, it seems that no one cares about BYU - they all complain about Bush and Cheney getting mad at Nancy Pelosi for going to Syria and stuff like that. Oh well.

At least we got mentioned!

Unfulfilled fantasies

I have a few silly little things that I've always wanted to do...but really haven't had the chance to. It's actually quite a long list, and I won't go into all the details because some of them are just so silly.

My first accomplished dream that I never thought I'd accomplish is that I had always wanted to portray Mary in the Nativity scene. The Christmas before Andrew got home (2004), I got to live that dream. They chose me to to be Mary. I was their second choice, but I was chosen nonetheless. I had always been a little bit bitter about not being Mary ever since my last year in primary when Heather Cameron was Mary and I was stuck being an angel. That wouldn't have been so terrible except that all the other angels were 4, so I was really just stuck pulling toddlers on and off the stage looking about as out of place as a giraffe, or so I felt.

My next accomplished goal is also a little random. I will perform in the "pink panther" dresses that got retired the year before I got on the high school dance team. For some reason I just love them and always wanted to wear them.

Once during the last few days of school, Alison let us get into the costumes and wear whatever we wanted. Kristina, Katie and I all elected to wear the pink panther dresses (apparently I am not alone in my dreams).

I'm wearing that dress to perform our foxtrot routine. Granted, I don't look quite as good in it now that I have a belly, but that's okay...I'm still wearing it.

Andrew and I were talking about so-called "unfulfilled fantasies" and thus our lists for the "perfect mate" came up. You know those lists that you always make in Young Women about all the qualities that you want in a husband and you most definitely put some really silly things on there like, "Must be 6' 3" and have brown eyes and normal thumbs."

Let's face it. Marriage is one big compromise, but that doesn't mean you have to settle for less than what you want. It just means that sometimes the definition of what you want changes a little.

Well, I had brown eyes on my list. Andrew doesn't have brown eyes but really that's okay because brown eyes aren't that important. Blue eyes are beautiful, too...I didn't settle for Andrew's blue eyes. I fell in love with them, compromising my ever having brown-eyed children (thanks to Malachi and Olivia for having brown eyes, now I suppose I'll just love my blue-eyed girl).

After telling Andrew this he said, "I always wanted someone with brown hair and blue eyes, just like you."

That was sweet, but seriously...there had to be something I wasn't from his list of perfection.

10 minutes of coaxing brought out, "Well, for some reason I really like alto better than soprano."

Now, I'm no alto. In fact, if they were auditioning for Mickey Mouse's voice, I'd probably get the part without much competition. But I can pretend to be an alto if it doesn't drop too many notes below middle C. Lately in church I've found myself switching to alto and then snuggling into Andrew's arms a little more. Like I really need to impress him that much...

*****

This just in!

I thought this post was over, but Andrew just came home from work and announced one of his unfulfilled fantasies that he will get to fulfill tomorrow!

He walked in the door and said, rather loudly, "Sweet! I don't have to work tomorrow! That means I don't have to wear shoes...or pants!"

Anyone who knows Andrew well knows that this translates into flip flops and shorts, but anyone walking outside our open window might wonder otherwise.

You can call me flower...

We had a Visiting Teaching Seminar today. There were three things that I was supposed to remember to do for this, but when they left all those cute little reminders on my door not one of them had a checklist, so I think I did pretty good.

I had to: 1) get together a musical number, 2) make a hat (explanation to follow), and 3) a silk flower that "represents me."

1) The musical number was a tough one, but I got it together...yesterday. See, I had it all arranged earlier but then no one really showed up to practice and then Maria lost her voice so she couldn't do it, so I got Bonnie to do it, but then she caught a cold so she lost her voice as well.

Yesterday we practiced at Emi's house and she switched roles with Bonnie, so Bonnie ended up playing the piano while Emi sang. But Emi's an alto which means that I switched from alto to soprano. I had already switched from soprano to alto so that Maria could sing soprano because she can't read music, but she wasn't there so it didn't matter.

Anyway, we practiced yesterday and it was great. We're all choir-ish people so it sounded nicely and we blended well. Everyone showed up tonight, and we even made a few ladies cry. I'm not saying that that is a grand accomplishment in a Relief Society meeting. I am merely stating the facts.

This thing was thrown together at the last minute so much so that the girls were afraid to learn the song. It's four pages long, with a repeat. I told them that we're all musically talented and it's by Janice Kapp Perry so it sounds great without being too difficult. We'd be able to pull it off. (We sang "When I feel His Love," in case you were wondering). However, I totally remembered singing it last year in my other ward with just one piece of paper front and back, so two pages total. I knew that I had that somewhere and it would obviously have been easier to learn than the four page version.

I found it last night at around 11 o'clock.

We sang the longer version. It was great.

2) The hat is a longer story, so I'll just link to the story. Our whole theme was "Hats off to Visiting Teaching." I have an inkling of an idea that they stole the idea from a website since it was word for word what we did. I was "First of the Month Flora," which is probably about as opposite as you can get! It was fun, but to prove how not first-of-the-month-ish I am, I will admit that after coming home from work tonight I sewed some of my old first place ribbons onto a touque. If that's not last minute, I'm not sure what is.

At least I didn't have to memorize any lines. All I had to do was show up and walk around.

3) The silk flower should have been the easiest thing. I have one that is just sitting around the house. I was going to bring that one...because I really couldn't think of a flower that really represented me. I mean, how do you do that? It's like one of those really odd questions like, "If you could be any fruit in the world, what would you be and why?" So I figured that since we didn't have to explain the why part to everyone that I'd just take the one I have lying around my house for absolutely no reason.

But apparently that wasn't on my mind and I forgot.

I will blame this on the pregnancy because I was sitting beside my friend, Heather, and she's 4 weeks behind me and also forgot her flower. And I got a ride home with Bonnie, and she's 8 weeks behind me and also forgot her flower. Rasmi was the only pregnant lady who actually remembered her flower. Thus we see that the majority of pregnant ladies forget flowers the majority of the time.

Lucky for me, Sis. Hoag brought some extra flowers so I got to be a nice pretty white stalky thing with a pink tint in the center of each flower. I have no idea what it was...but at least I was represented! I suppose right now that really does represent me: I need someone to remind me of everything I have to do, otherwise I'll forget!

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

I'll volley YOUR ball!

Patrick has this cool t-shirt that says, "I'll Timp YOUR Nogos!" I happen to find it really funny. In case anyone is left in the dark, some of us went and some of us are going to Timpanogos High School. It's in the shadow of Mt. Timpanogos, which also happens to be the name of the temple Andrew and I were married in.

Anyway, Patrick had a volleyball game this evening. Josie came to hang out with me because she didn't have mutal tonight so we were planning on going to Patrick's volleyball game together. We would have to leave my house with enough time to walk to Mountain View High School in order to watch the game since Andrew has the car. The only problem: we had no idea what time his game was at.

At 6:55 I phoned him. He was supposed to have phoned mom or me to let us know when the game was, but for all we knew he hadn't.

He answers.

"Hey!" I begin cheerily, "What time is your game?"

"7:00." He answers, point blank.

"Oh, well, I still have to make dinner and stuff, so I don't know if we'll be able to make it in time. We have to walk, you know..." (I'm only slightly annoyed here).

"Yeah, so?"

"So, why didn't you tell us when your game was earlier?"

"I tried. I called your house at 5:00, but no one answered so I hung up."

"Why didn't you leave a message?" (I'm a little more annoyed here).

"I don't do messages."

Point taken. He doesn't do messages, apparently. He's probably too street for that, or something.

Lucky for us he also had a game at 9:00 so we had time to eat dinner, walk over to the High School, and watch his game.

I'm glad that I went. He made some awesome hits!

Layton, #27
Unlike me, Patrick is actually good at volleyball. That's probably why he's on both the high school team and UVSC's team. He's good. He's not afraid to get right up close to the net (I am), he's not afraid to absolutely whack the ball (I am), and he can jump (I can't).

Thus we see that my friends who took me out to play volleyball every Thursday night awhile back (the semester before Andrew got home from his mission) really were just taking me for friendship, not because they thought I could play. How nice.

Getting some net action
Called to serve
Taking a breather
Mosh pit!
Here is a clip of the game. For your convience, I've tried to break down the time for you. He hit the ball at (around) 55 seconds, 1:17, 1:21, 1:49, and then at 2:16 he totally slammed it. That was an impressive hit.



And that pretty much sums up my brother's life. He wakes up at 4 am to play volleyball, everyday! That's dedication! And then he plays games until 10 pm! (Also dedication). He loves it though, and he's good so, as Andrew and I say, "If it feels good, and you don't lose the Spirit, do it!"

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Identity Crisis

I've always been a little quieter than my brother, David. He was simply blessed with a more outgoing personality than I was.

When my family moved down to Utah (right before Pioneer Day, July, 2000), the boys headed down a week or so before the girls. I don't really remember how much earlier they left; I'd have to check my journal to make sure. Anyway, by the time I got down here, David already had made friends with just about everyone there was to make friends with and I was stuck with being "David's Little Sister."

Oh, I made a few of my own friends, but a lot of my friends I simply borrowed from my older brother. I've done that my whole life. It's easier. Just be the little sister. No one can resist a younger sister.

So all through my first year of High School here I was "David's Little Sister."

I'd be walking down the hall and hear, "Hey, David's Little Sister!"

I'd stop walking, take a deep breath, roll my eyes, turn around, and say, "I have a name, you know."

Not that it mattered. I continued to be David's Little Sister in grade 11 even though he had graduated. No one really knew my name unless they were on the dance team (even then, Steve Howell called me, "Nan," as if he had any right to use that nick name, or "David's Sister") or they were a year younger than me and thus had no chance to know my brother.

When I started college, I kind of grew out of this stage. People started using my name. David was on a mission, and I had no one to fall back on for relationships and had to branch out and make my own friends. I therefore spent a whole lot of time studying and not a whole lot of time hanging out.

Don't get me wrong. I had friends, just not as many friends as I would have had, had I been hanging out with David.

*****

I've lost my identity again.

Now that I work in Special Collections, I have two identities. Three, if you count my own identity, but that rarely comes into play.

Here, I am either, "Myrna's Daughter," or I am asked the question, "Do you know Matt Heiss?"

I know that I look like my mom, but really, we don't look like twins. People I see will often say, "Hello, Myrna's Daughter," if they happen to notice that I'm not my mom. If they fail to recognize that I am 5 inches taller, have lighter hair, am 26 years younger, and am 6 months more pregnant than my mother, not to mention that we have different colors of eyes, then I hear, "Hello, Myrna."

I'm almost to the point where I've stopped correcting people. I wear two name tags, for crying out loud, including one with photo ID! And I wear my name tags on a lanyard that reads, quite plainly, "L. Tom Perry Special Collections." My mom works in the Music and Dance department, so I don't really see how people can miss that little fact.

In short, most everyone I meet in the library confuses me with my mom.

It's when I work with external folks that I get tagged with "Matt Heiss's niece." At least people don't get me mixed up with him. That would be just too much. I can understand how everyone I would chance to meet in this line of work would know Matt since he works for LDS Church Archives and we work rather closely with them here at BYU, most notably in Special Collections.

Every time I meet someone though, I have the same conversation:

Stranger: "Your last name is Heiss?"
Me: "Yes..." (I'm wearing two name tags and we've just been formally introduced, so yes...)
Stranger: "Do you know Matt Heiss?"
Me: "Yes, he's my husband's uncle."

And then we have a short conversation about that.

Once someone even broke the pattern and asked, "Are you related to the Matt Heiss?"

Before I answered that I had to verify that it was "the" Matt Heiss that worked in Church Archives because I had never before heard him referred to as the Matt Heiss.

*****

In a way, I suppose it is kind of nice to automatically assume such a good reputation without much work of my own. Both my mom and Matt are remarkable people--it's kind of daunting to be tied to their names, actually; it leaves little room for errors. But, everyone I've met has thought highly of them.

Imagine how awful it would be to have people turn up their nose and say, "Oh, you're related to so-and-so? Ugh."

Yes, that would be much more horrible than being tied to people I look up to.

Monday, April 02, 2007

Baby Update

Rachel and I are right on track. We went to the doctor this morning and everything is fine. I've put on nearly 10 pounds so far, and my fundal height is just right. Today the doctor even whipped out his tape measure and measured, in inches, the size of my uterus. I'm not really sure how he does this. Before he'd just poke around and say, "Yup, right on track." This time he poked around, pulled out his tape measure and took some numbers down.

Andrew and I have tried to figure out how he does this. We're still puzzled. Everything just seems to blend in to one semi-mushy lump.

Anyway, Rachel's heartbeat is strong and she moves often enough, so chances are she's nice and healthy.

The doctor told us to try to not worry about the choroid plexus cyst because there were no other signs of abnormality. That's what we've been trying to do for quite some time now, but it was nice to hear our doctor tell us that we had very little to worry about.

I think this doctor should write a pregnancy book. Most pregnancy books (okay, so I only have two) tend to scare the wits out of poor innocent mothers. My doctor is pretty relaxed about the whole thing, which is nice.

For example, most pregnancy sites I have visited, as well as both of the books I have say that pregnant women should avoid sleeping on their right side and/or back. Sleeping on your stomach eventually becomes rather uncomfortable, so you're left with only one option: your left side. That's great, except who can really sleep on their left side all night long...and I really do prefer my right side...or back...and then the left side. To be honest, I rarely stay in the same spot for long and usually end up sprawling all over the bed leaving Andrew very little room. He's a pretty sound sleeper though, so he doesn't ever seem to mind too much.

I asked my doctor about this and he said that it can compress the
inferior vena cava that runs down your right side of the body and into the umbilical cord, but that it really isn't anything to worry about. Since the baby seems healthy, and since there isn't a whole lot of extra weight, it doesn't really matter how I sleep. The more important thing, he said, was that I sleep, however and whenever I can. Plus, he mentioned that my baby doesn't weigh that much anyway, so the "full weight" of my uterus really isn't a whole lot to worry about.

For some reason though, every site/book mentions that sleeping on your left side is best and cautions against any other position.

Anyway, my doctor is good at discrediting a lot of the myths out there, which is nice because there certainly are a lot of them!

Signs of a better week

Aside from sleeping in this morning, I've had a gallimaufry of signs appear, letting me know that this week is going to be a better week.

1) We got to school only 10 minutes late. It really shouldn't have happened that way, but instead of setting the alarm, Andrew set the clock forward a few minutes...so when I woke up with the sun streaming into our bedroom and the clockface mocking me with a big, red 8:00, it was really only 7:40. We left the house at 7:52 and got to school at 8:07, and into our respective workplaces at around 8:13. Not too shabby, really.

2) I had a message on my phone saying that I get to go to a luncheon on Wednesday. That's always a sign of a good week.

3) I had a big box of stuff from the book conference sitting on my desk with a note from my boss saying, "Please put these back, please." How polite!

4) Andrew and I completely finished coregraphing our dance routine yesterday. Now we just have to practice it a few times and we should be good to go for Thursday.

5) March really did go out like a lamb. If you watched General Conference, you would have seen how beautiful it was this weekend, including March 31st (the last day of March). The trees are blossoming and the grass is greenifying.

And thus we see, it's going to be a good week. A busy but good week.

Friday, March 30, 2007

Evidence of our crazy household

I just did the dishes:

5 cups
2 plates
8 bowls
2 tupperware containers that were used for cereal
2 small plates
1 pot
1 colander
Random bits of silverware and a pasta scoop

That is all we used the whole week! We haven't been home to even make a mess in our kitchen. It was virtually clean. Our living room and bedroom really took the brunt of this week. One is covered in paper and the other was (I just finished the laundry) covered in clothes. Can you guess which room had which mess?

If you guessed that the living room is covered in paper and the bedroom covered in clothes, you were right.

Andrew had a 10 page paper due this week and he has two 10 page papers due next week. So, our living room is absolutely covered in papers and books. He's also behind in his Arabic grading, so we have a billion quizzes in stacks around our living room. And my primary stuff from last night has joined the ranks of the papers revolting against us.

The clothes thing is really just embarrassing. In our laundry basket: 2 shirts and a pair of socks (all mine). On our floor: everything else we wore this week. Disgusting, I know! But it's all clean now, and sitting on our bed waiting ever so patiently to be folded.

Other than that our house is pretty clean. I need to do the bathrooms, but...I might put that off until tomorrow.

See, we just haven't been home all week. On Monday we didn't get home until around 8:00. Tuesday we got home around 5:00, but then Andrew had to go back to work until midnight. Wednesday we didn't come home until after 10:00. And Thursday...I was pretty much gone until 10:00, while Andrew got home at 9:00. Today we are looking forward to actually making dinner and eating at our table together, alone. That will be the first time since Sunday.

We are going to be having Mexican food. I did make that shopping list, but I did it in a hurry after I got back from visiting teaching and Andrew was rushing me. I didn't check my list against of inventory (ie: I didn't look in any fridge, freezer, cupboard, or under the bed to see what food we had). When we got home and started putting what I bought away we realized that I had basically duplicated the list from last time we went shopping--remembering things that we had forgotten to get a month ago, and then bought two weeks ago...and totally forgetting about the things we forgot two weeks ago and needed to get this week.

So, we have tortillas up the wazoo. We get them at Costco because they are cheaper there. They come with 8 packages of 10. We bought one today. And we already have one in our freezer at home. They've been there for 2 weeks.

We also bought another package of lentils, only to discover that we have a whole package in our cupboard already. And we only know how to make 1 recipe with lentils! Food storage, right? It's all good.

Thank goodness Mom asked me to raid their cupboards. Perhaps we can get things we actually need from my parents because my shopping list plan failed us.

Hopefully this coming week will give us some good weather and relaxing moments and perhaps, if we're really lucky, some together time that doesn't involve me analyzing Andrew's papers.

Alas, extended hours in the library start this week, so instead of working until midnight, Andrew will work until 2 am. We have a dress rehearsal on Thursday and performances on Friday and Saturday. We have a doctor's appointment on Monday. I have a Relief Society activity for which I am being in a play and am in charge of a musical number for. And I think (I hope) that's all we have coming up.

At least we'll be together when we're dancing!

Oh, and we won't have internet for the next week: they are coming to install it on Friday--an hour before we have to perform. I don't know what we're going to do about that because we have to be early...

Anyway, good luck with your week.

Folk Dance Ensemble

Wednesday night was David's last performance on his folk dance team. He did a great job, although apparently they couldn't hear the music very well on stage so they were rushing it. I don't think the audience noticed though. Everyone clapped. His coach did get on the microphone in the middle of their performance and scream, "Slow down!" but not even Mom noticed that, so I'm sure hardly anyone did.

Here's a short clip of him dancing. It's a Romanian dance...he's on the left-hand side, the second from the back. It's not a very close shot, but at least we sat on the right side of the stage! We usually aren't able to see him at all!




And now for a picture that you'll actually be able to see (one that they posed for).


It was pretty difficult to get pictures of the dancers. They move just a little too fast for our camera to be able to catch them. My friend Garrett also danced and I tried to get some pictures of him, but all the good ones are of his back. Every single one that I tried to take ended up looking like this:


That's Garrett, doing the kicks on his side. If you zoom in on the picture you'll notice that his face is completely blurred. Oh, well!

It was a really good show. It's kind of a shame David won't be dancing in any more shows. I really like them. I suppose I can still go, but it's just cooler to go to a show when you know people in it than when you don't.