Watch out for those Charmin Bears -- they ain't so charming

I just have to share this with the wonderful blogging world.

The other night, well, more like extreme early morning, I couldn't sleep. (Story of my life lately.) So, I was just lying there listening to Ben's deep breaths, which seemed to taunt me by whispering "Oh, sleep is so good, what a deep sleep I'm in, don't you wish you were snoring away like this?"

Anyways, all of a sudden, Ben's long breaths became very shallow and short gasps. Like he couldn't catch his breath or he was panicking. It scared me very badly at first! "What is wrong with him," I thought. The idea came to my head then that maybe he was dreaming. I decided to wake him up to make sure he was OK.

He woke up easily, which usually is not the case for Ben. (I swear there could be a marching band in the room jumping on the bed and he wouldn't even stir.) I asked him if he had a bad dream, and he mumbled yes. I was very relieved.

"And the weird part was that you were going to the bathroom in a tree," he told me.

"What???" But it was too late, he was fast asleep already.

The next day I couldn't help but ask for more details about this dream. Ben cracked up when I asked him.

Apparently, while I was going to the bathroom in a tree in the mountains, Ben was standing by some bushes when he heard some growling noises coming from the other side of the plants. Suddenly, a big bear (looking exactly like the ones in those Charmin toilet paper commercials on TV) stood up on its hind legs and raised one paw in the air, like it was announcing its presence or something.

The bear then proceeded to get down on all fours again. Ben couldn't see where the bear went until it stuck its big old butt out of the bushes, aiming straight for Ben, lifted up its little cotton-ball tail, and blasted the biggest fart ever in Ben's face.

And that's when I woke him up. Drat, I would have loved to hear more of that dream.

I wonder if Ben may have been experiencing some gastrointestinal problems that night.

Haunted house, a little late

This picture was meant to be posted around Halloween because of the scary house that sits uninhabited in Summit, Utah. My sisters and I have tested our bravery growing up as we've visited my Stapley grandparents in Summit by daring each other to go near that house. None of us ever made it past the fence. But, upon his first visit to the house, Ben showed us all up by walking past the fence, onto the porch, and probably would have walked right inside if it weren't for me begging him to come back. I thought the house was going to cave in on him or he would get a disease or something. I guess that shows the difference between boys and girls.

Which provides me with a nice transition. Speaking of boys and girls ... We found out in November that our baby is a BOY!!! I was pretty much in shock when we found out. I did not think I was able to have a boy inside of me! I'm a little intimidated -- I know how girls are, but I don't know what boys like! But at the same time, I sure am happy that he's a boy.

Other November items:

-We lost Grandpa Stapley to leukemia. We all miss him greatly.
-I went from having 0 jobs to 2 all in one week. I've been a little stressed out ever since.
-Ben went from having a temporary job to an internship, that, all though we are very grateful for, is also temporary.
-We found out that Max Hall hates us. Darn.

Happy Halloween!

Our dryer sadly stopped working this morning. It was given to us for free, and we were very grateful for it, but it's dead now. So, I brought all my laundry to my mom's house today.

And it smelled so good when I came in! My mom made Halloween cupcakes and let me frost and sprinkle them. How festive I felt today!

Here's some eye candy for you.

Baby Wilson: Coming April 2010

OK, here it goes: We are expecting a baby!! Due to my crazy sisters, I think the whole world may already know, but I thought I'd better make the official announcement anyway.

I had my second doctor's appointment today, and was able to hear the fetus'/unborn child's/baby's ( I highly prefer to call it "baby;" that sounds the least alien-like) heart beat! I can't believe how excited it made me feel to hear the heart beat! It had 150 beats per minute, which the nurse said is normal.

Ben and I are very happy and grateful for the experience we have had so far! I have to admit, though, that sometimes I get so nervous!! I worry about EVERYTHING and then some. I really am my grandma Stapley's granddaughter. (When she was growing up, she was known by all her friends as "Nervous Norma.")

Ben has his suspicions about the gender, and I refuse to say anything about it. We find that out in a month!

No more tonsil talk, please

I had to post something so that the nasty "tonsil" entry would not show up at the top of my blog anymore.

Ben has really gotten to know the LDS Conference Center grounds in Salt Lake City very well as he has been working there this summer. His grounds crew started putting up the famous Temple Square Christmas lights in August, and recently got to start using lifts to put up the lights in the tall trees.


It's a different point of view from 40 feet up in the lifts, he says. Here is a picture he snapped while in a lift:

He's seen some real characters while working downtown, too. Elder L. Tom Perry of the Quorum of the Twelve frequently walks from his apartment north of the Conference Center to attend his meetings at the Temple. One time, he had to help Ben's crew, as they got locked outside of the building. Of course, Elder Perry's keys can open pretty much all the doors around there.

Then there was the "mentally challenged" man who stood on the corner of Temple Square wearing the sacred Temple clothing, that church members are urged not to display in public. He just stood there; he didn't say anything or try to start any fights. Apparently, according to a Temple Square security guard, during this time, he was not taking his medication. He finally started taking it again, and has not been seen on the corner since.

It's been quite the job for Ben.

I have a diseased what??

For the past month and a half, I've been telling myself, "I don't have anything to blog about," and have therefore not been blogging, but wondering how everyone else has so much to write in thier blogs.

I figured out that I'm just lazy and don't want to use my brain. So, I've been thinking (gasp!), and have come to the realization that things have actually been happening since my last post!

Like little white patches growing on my tonsils. And they are nastier than you can imagine. Let me start at the beginning. Well, that would probably be my birth, but I'm going to fast-forward a bit.

A couple years ago, I started randomly breaking out with a small white patch on my left tonsil. It didn't hurt or even bother me. I only noticed it because when I would brush my teeth, the back of my tongue would rub against it. Of course I freaked out, and called the doctor and talked to a nurse about it. She said it's fine, that some people just have things like that happen to them, and to gargle with salt water a couple times a day. I also saw a throat specialist about it, and he called it a "Mucas retention cyst," and that's about it. Whatever.

So, every now and then, I would get a little white patch on my tonsil, and after a day or two it would disappear. It was really no big deal.

Until a couple of weeks ago. The white patch came back on my left tonsil, but this time it was accompanied with many many bigger white patches. On both of my tonsils. Both tonsils were almost completely covered with white patches, and they were swollen. My tongue constantly rubbed against them. And the worst part was, they gave me a GROSS NASTY YUCKY taste in my mouth every time I swallowed. Eww ewww ewww ewww ewww. And my breath smelled terrible too. (Poor Ben.) It made me lose my appetite. I didn't know what to do, so I just gargled with salt water, chewed a lot of gum and waited. After about 5 days, they started clearing up, and I was so relieved.

Until about four weeks after that. The patches came back!! But not quite as bad. I know this is disgusting, but it's quite therapuedic writing about it. There was one very circular patch on my right tonsil. The nasty taste was there. So I went to bed the night the patches came back, and I felt something wierd going on in my throat. I knew exactly what it was. The circular patch was dislodging itself from my tonsil. This has happened before, and I have always swallowed them as they fell off and then always totally freaked out because I swallowed them.

But this time, I stuck my hand in my mouth, and grabbed the circular patch before I could swallow it!! I pulled it out, and immediately wished I wouldn't have. It was about the size of a small tooth, and it had the strongest, grossest-infected smell I've ever smelt. (That explains the nasty taste and bad breath.) I went and put it down the drain and continued to have a nervous breakdown.

After that little incident, I decided to go see the doctor. He took one look at my throat and said, "You have chronic tonsilitis. Your tonsils are diseased." Eww.

And the cure? The only way to fix this is to have my tonsils removed. OK, no big deal. Until I walk out of the doctor's office and scream, "Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" I don't want to do it! I'm a scaredy cat!

But I've got to face that facts. It's got to be better than living with two diseased organs in the back of my throat, right?

"Footloose" at Tuacahn is hot, steamy fun

But not hot and steamy in that way. Tuacahn Amphitheatre is in St. George, where it was over 100 degrees on Tuesday when I had a little break from the merciless job hunt, and went to see "Footloose" with my sisters, Stapley grandparents, and cousin Sarah.

You could almost see the shivery lines of steam coming off of people's bodies down there. Even after dark, when the play takes place, there is no easing of the temperature. The only thing the dark brings at Tuacahn are the bats! They live in the red rock cliffs that make up the awesome amphitheatre.

I have always wanted to go to a play at Tuacahn, and this was my first time! And I think I lucked out on the play I got to see! Footloose is full of dancing, singing, hicks and one misfit city boy.

But the best part was that I got to take a road trip with my sisters and spend some time with Grandma and Grandpa Stapley in Summit, Utah! Oh, and I guess I also got to know Phineus, (however you spell it) the kind of creepy sock monkey that my sisters are obsessed with.


In St. George, just outside of the Pizza Factory, by the Life is Good store.

I had no idea the play would be as awesome as it was! The characters came out on stage dancing, singing, and full of energy -- you immediately start bouncing in your chair and clapping your hands.

Here we are: Ariel/Emily and Ren/Maddie.

So, we all fell in love with Ren, because he was played by Thayne Jasperson, who appeared on "So You Think You Can Dance." And, boy, could he dance! And sing, too! My favorite song was "Almost Paradise" sung by Ren and Ariel.

And after the show, we got to meet the actors! My sisters were gushing over Ren, so I told them they needed to say something to him that he would remember. I told Natalie to say "You TOTALLY kicked Kevin Bacon's butt" to him and she did! He kind of blushed, laughed out loud and said, "Thanks." It was definitely a shocker for him to hear that!

Here's Natalie (and, of course, the monkey that smells like chlorine) meeting the heartthrob!

Oh my goodness!!! He put his arms around Natalie and Lauren!! Sorry, Emily, you got cut out of this picture!

It's OK, though, because here you are front and center!

Thank you Grandma and Grandpa! This was SO much fun and a wonderfully distracting little break!