Hey Baby, What's your sign?

My employees are into astrology. I like personality things, but believe so strongly that you become who you choose to be that having your personality determined by when you were born and where the stars were seems absolutely ridiculous to me. For example, at our weekly pizza night (post working hours - subsidized gourmet pizza for the purpose of socializing and recruitment) one of my employees said "Are you a Sagittarius?"
"Why yes, I am," said I.
"No wonder I feel tension between us. I don't get along with Sagittarians. Do you feel the tension?"
"Any tension that is there is something you've imagined, dear." Well, not until now, anyway... I do have little tolerance for those who create their own problematic reality and then seek others to fix it for them.

Another employee was asking if my birthday was coming up in the next couple of months. She's trying to guess my sign and doesn't want any hints. Blah.

But, it's spooky how exactly accurate this is:

"Your Mercury is in Sagittarius" [whatever that means. and my pluto is in the doghouse.]

"You possess vision and foresight, [another test says I'm very psychic - but I already know that] and your mind is often occupied with big ideas, plans, and goals for the future. You are interested in what is possible and what is on the horizon, rather than what has already been done. The study of philosophy, religion, politics, or education is of interest to you, [does all of the above count?] and you are more concerned with theories and concepts than with specific applications. You are not inclined to focus on any one practical, concrete area [thus accomplishing a whole lot of little things in my life - and probably never one really big thing. How do people stick to one thing anyway? I look at Olympians and other masters of their craft and think, but you never get to do anything else with your life. How boring]; you find it irksome to deal with details and particulars. You have a gambling instinct [I like games of chance, but never involve money] and enjoy speculative enterprises and new ventures. Business, advertising, and promotion would be good areas for you also. [Or my own idealistic non-profit. Better yet, motherhood, eventually.]"

Knitting in the City of Roses

No Guest Artists

I attempted to get guest artists on my blog last night. Wait, I'll start at the beginning -

After Mvob gave me The Phone Call, we planned on watching it last night. But then, my relief society president called me to make sure I had directions to our r.s. sleepover party. Oh yeah! It's girl's night! So I worked it in, and Mvob and I watched The Phone Call ("Don't press your luck Joe"), then I sent him on his merry way - and I went to play with the girls.

So when it was late at night people were talking and the conversation ended up about boys and dating I asked if anyone wanted to leave a post. I guess my spin wasn't good enough. They wanted to read it, but not contribute. They don't get to read it, because they know Mvob, and that would be unfair to him to let them read all this.

So running a Saturday shift at work is pretty easy. I've been able to catch up on alot of office things, and even catch a moment to post this.

Perfect Opportunity

I got to sleep in today! That's not going to happen again for a month.

Sorry if you can't hear my audio blogs. It's just going to be a whole lot easier to call and leave an audio blog while walking to/from work, or running errands for work, than it is to find time to get to a computer. I'll still probably have moments where I can hop on and read comments, though.

Anyway - last night I had the perfect opportunity for the perfect situation for an audio blog. Live action recording of me opening the surprise Mvob brought me. I actually did call, twice.

My first post worked - but as I listened back I noticed I had used his real name. We don't do that here at Life in Yellow! Oops. And I don't know of any way to go back and change one word like I could had I accidentally written it. The post was about seeing the gift, being surprised because he told me he had brought me a surprise - but I was expecting food like usual. Instead, their was a wrapped gift that said "Happy unbirthday." It looked like a book, maybe? So I was holding the phone, describing what was happening as I went along. Opened the first set of paper, and there was more. The inner wrappings had these articles about a chess guy. He had personalized one of the captions which said "The most important thing is to have fun." He changed "have fun" to "be happy." He likes to tease me about being happy all the time. Then, under that layer were layers of chess magazines taped together. Was he giving me chess magazines? (The addressee on them was his older brother, by the way. Housecleaning!) I had to end the post because getting through the tape was a two handed job.

My second post didn't work, because I forgot to hit the pound key when I was done recording. I just hung up. Ah man! But I was so excited and surprised. He gave me a DVD called "Five LDS Film classics; featuring Cypher in the Snow." I know, big deal, right? Well - my favorite classic, "The Phone Call" is on it! How exciting is that. Not only is "The Phone Call" a great movie, but it's doubtlessly an influence on "Napoleon Dynamite."

I have to go to work now.

FOOD (audio is it for a while)

Flattery: the way to a girl's heart

For example, my first email from Mvob:

I got some pictures up, but I don't know how good they look. Ya know you are just the coolest girl ever! Every time I'm with you I notice more and more cute things about you. You are so understanding and accepting of people, even a "judgemental" person such as myself. Did you notice the bunny ears? I hope you had a "happy" day. Talk to ya soon.

Yours,

[Mvob]

p.s. Thanks for the kiss!

It works. Totally.

Finally

We drove an hour or so after church to go visit some family/friend of his. We played a lovely game of 100 blank white cards (if I ever get my website back online again, directions are there). On the drive out, he took the color code quiz. He's 13 Yellow, 13 Blue - and then some White and Red. Sound familiar UtahBandBoy?
Anyway, it makes sense. I do wonder, though, how much of the Yellow is just influence from my sunny self. Actually, no. I think he truly is that much yellow. No other color would be 28 and have finished as little schooling as he has... except for a White, and he's definitely not that. He starts school full time again in a couple of weeks.

On the drive home I pulled out one of my favorite "get to know you better" tricks - the Ungame. This is a game I bought at the LDS bookstore by the Washington D.C. temple. Of course, they only had the family version - so most of the questions have you answer something about your family, but I still think it's a fabulous way to get to know someone I'm dating better.

Side Note:
There's a little random stuff shop near my house I wandered into the other day. They had a big vintage board-game version of the Ungame. I got really close to buying it, but then I saw this old military guide book to the Philippines, and thought Mvob would love it, so I got it for him.

Back on Track:
So the last card I got said "Talk about something that frustrates you." He was about to pass over it and look for a more positive question, and I stopped him and said, "No, I'll answer it." I told him that I was frustrated that I kept wanting to find out why he doesn't kiss me and just haven't had the opportunity yet. For some insane reason he thought I didn't want to. But we finally talked about it - and I got my third goodnight peck. A bit more of a kiss, but still...

At least he knows I am for kissing.
I am for kissing.

His Voice

Mvob speaks
He's silly. He wasn't really going to wear the lime green shirt. He just wore it over his white shirt while we ate lunch so that he didn't spill and get his white shirt dirty. It was an extra large T-shirt I have left over from the New Jersey job. He was joking saying "this is pretty nice. I think I should wear it to church."

"We Need To Talk"

Sounds like the DTR, and usually the breakup line, doesn't it?

Well it's for neither. It's about kissing. What's up with that? It doesn't. He hasn't. We don't. Why?

Is he too shy?
Does he think I don't?
Does he think there's something morally distasteful about it?

I mean, he cuddles. And he's good at it. And not shy about it either. You know how some people will cuddle just when you're one on one, but definitely NOT in front of family? He acts no different whether we be alone, around friends, or around family.

So I wanted to bring it up yesterday, after we went on a night hike to this great overhang by a waterfall and had a fire and hot chocolate (mmmmm) but not only were his cousin and little brother there, but we were in the car with them the whole time - so not a chance to bring it up.

Maybe I can bring it up today.