Stitches

So right now I'm waiting for the shower(we're leaving early in the morning for my niece's baptism in Colorado tomorrow). Normally I'd go downstairs and use the downstairs shower but my Grandma is sleeping down there and I don't want to wake her up. So I don't have anything to do so I thought I'd write about my not very eventful event of having my first ever stitches(if wisdom teeth don't count). This morning we went to the dermatologist's and he stuck some kind of needles into my lip. They were supposed to sting a ton or something, but I didn't really notice. Suddenly one side of my lip felt like a mountain. It was pretty cool. Drugs and anesthetics work so well on me. I think I'm going to be a drugy one day. Think that would be a good career for me? Then the dermatologist made marks on my lip and cut it up. Every so often the nurse would dab my lip with some gauze. It looked pretty bloody. Then when they did the actual stitching part it was like they were pulling fishing wire through my lip. I wish I could've seen what was going on. It was weird just watching them so I decided to distract myself and thought through my elementary school teachers and where my locker was located in Jr. High and High School. Before I knew it they were done with me. He let me look in the mirror right after. Looked like I had a fat lip with a zipper on the side of it. Anyway so yeah stitches were fun. Of course this is coming from the person who likes to go to the dentist and would get her wisdom teeth out again any day. I guess the only thing I wouldn't redo would be braces. Ugh! I guess I'm glad I had them though cuz to me it seems like nothing could be worse. Those hurt! Anyway so so far I've survived my cancer removal. Hey no one ever denied that it was cancerous so I think I have the right to assume it was. On Wednesday I get my stitches out. Now if I can just make it through 5 days without smiling too much. That'll be tricky. I hope I don't scare any little kids with my fat zipper lip. Yay! The shower is mine! G'night.

Touching Moment

*Yesterday night a bishopric member called me up and asked me to do a musical number for Cove Point-- the retirement branch in my stake. So I grabbed some music and went over there this morning. I decided to play "I need Thee Every Hour" cuz it's a powerful song and works with everything. When I got up to play I hadn't had any time to practice so I wasn't nervous(funny how that works) and could actually stick a little of myself into the music. It was nice. Anyway then I sat down and stuffed away my music. When I looked up there were all these old ladies wiping their eyes crying. It was pretty cute and touching. I don't think I've ever made anyone cry like that before. Old people are so neat. They're old but they're just like children--so honest and sincere. Then when the meeting was over they were all so appreciative. Lol one lady came up to me and said,"thank you for playing the piano and thank you for your long hair." They were cute. Anyway I also realized the last time I'd played the piano there was when Christine and I were doing our American Heritage service hours. I should try and make an effort to get out there more often. There's a lot to be learned from old people, not just about them but about yourself as well. G'night.

Ode to Me

So I was about to write a nice long boring post again and realized I didn't have any exciting pictures to look at. So I grabbed my scrapbook next to me and took pictures of pictures just for you blog! Don't you feel special? Ps I think I need to change this blog and update it somehow cuz not everything works the way it used to.

Summer Night Post

Hi! So I need to write this fast cuz I'm supposed to be asleep. Hmm now I don't remember what I was going to write... well here's my update on my life. Today I went to the Doctor and they're going to remove my cancerous lump on my lip. Yep the cancer spot. Maybe it's not cancerous but I think it is. ;)So I've decided since I'll be cured of cancer in a couple weeks I need to die of something else, so I've chosen a brain anyourism(I have no clue how to spell that). Sound good? I'll just be doing the dishes and bam! I'm gone. Pretty dramatic eh? After the Doctor my mom took me to the mall and we shopped at Deseret book and I bought meself a new journal. I also snuck over to Vicky's and got some Candy Baby lotion and Pink body spray. I must like the smell of pink I guess(Pink Sugar from Nordstrom's is the Kathryn smell). Then I came home and decided I wanted to make dinner(I'm getting tired of Mom's mango salsa, whole wheat and cottage cheese every night... so is everyone else). So I cleaned up the kitchen and made salad, beans, baked potatoes and my first ever meatloaf. It was pretty dang good if I say so myself. For dessert I made "Christine's Carmel brownies" (actually it's my recipe, but Christine always made them so the title fits better) and tweaked them around a bit to make them work nicer. Man I can't wait till I have my own kitchen! One of my favorite things to do is light smelly candles and clean the kitchen with happy music and stick something yummy in the oven. Then I watch how everyone's mood magically changes. I don't have much of an influence on things being the youngest in my family, but I like to find ways. Then I went and played the piano forever. I'm trying to boost back my old repertoire this summer. Gosh it's frustrating! Everything has become so sloppy! Well oh! I remembered what I was going to write! Today I received two compliments that made me feel special. My mom said to me "Kathryn you'll make a good wife. You make people happy, you're fun to be around and you have lots of interesting skills." I'm not exactly sure what "interesting skills" means, but it was the first time I've heard my mom say I'd make a good wife so it was kind of neat for me, plus my mom is a dang good wife! Holy smokes! Anyway. I don't think I'd make the worst wife in the world and I can't deny that I want to be one and have a family. If only there were some way I could avoid all the uncomfortableness of dating and suddenly have my own kitchen and family. Wow I'm pretty weird today aren't I? It's probably cuz I don't have cancer anymore. Then tonight Greg was in my room talking(since he got back from his mission and when he's not with his girlfriend, we tend to gather in each other's rooms and talk a bunch. Often times late at night, which may not be good when we're both working in the morning, but it's lots of fun). We had the door open (my room's pretty much in the middle of the hall) and Dad came up the stairs and said something about the dinner I made tonight and how he hoped for more. Then Greg stated the obvious, commonly made observance that Dad has mellowed out a ton. But then he said he thought it was because of me and my influence on Mom and Dad while I was an only child for 2 years. :) That made me feel special too. Anyway this is a pretty warm fuzzied up blog isn't it? Well g'night.