unlucky post for an unlucky day

i've been tagged by my adorable, now fellow ward member friend, amber romney hansen. i'm suppose to list 7 things about myself, so i'll start with numero uno today.

and i know i talk about myself maybe a little too much on this blogity-blog...so if you get {ultra} bored w/ me, just stop reading & refer to one of the many hilarious/highly entertaining blog links off to the right. k? k.

number one crazy fact about me/my life=we {being me & the m-diz} are vacation-impaired. it's true. in fact, it's a miracle sent directly from the heavens above that i made it through our recent {and amazing, might i add} cancun trip without getting sick/sabotaging all the fun for everyone.

example#1:
the time myron & i went to cancun on his parents' tab for our honeymoon. i decided it might be a nice time to pass kidney stones for 5 days. oh, and he thought it might be fun to bite into some food and have his front veneer fall out. {notice the closed-mouth-smile o' photograph, ya.} i was basically out of commission the whole week, feeling guilt the entire time, while my SWEET yet kinda hick-ish front-toothless husband served me. it was hot. someday soon, i plan to email montel williams, go on his show, tell our tale o' drama & win a second-honeymoon. "that's the current plan, yes." what movie?
example #2:
a year later we decided that it'd be fun to go to cali for the weekend to make up for our misfortunes in me-hico. in the wee hours of the morn, our first night there, i got REALLY sick. but i felt SO bad because i didn't want to ruin yet another vacay for the dunn couple. so, me, in all my infinite wisdom decide it might be a great idea to NOT wake my husband up like a normal person would, but to take a CAB by myself to the local/downtown LA-LAX clinic & grab some meds. {i didn't want to spoil our six flags plans, duh! and i didn't want to wake my sweet husband from his slumber...} there were no cabs available @ the time, so the kinda freaky-ish shuttle driver snuck me into his bus, ALONE, and off we went! {i honestly left every ounce of common sense i possessed in AZ!!} long story short: being a very white, highly sheltered, obviously naive, twenty year old girl ALONE on the streets of LA {@ 2am} with 5 dollars cash to your name isn't the smartest thing to do in the world...and you might be REALLY terrified if you find yourself under those circumstances. oh, and your husband will be worried sick, unless of course you DIDN'T wake him up, and then he'll randomly wake up @ six & wonder where you are, and think you're probably just getting ice from the machine down the hall. the end.
example #3:
utah excersion 2004. myron & i pack the car up to head north for his mission reunion. the man, of course, typically drives both ways on such roadtrips because, truth be told, you couldn't pay me a million dollars to drive to utah angie-behind-the-wheel-style. {ridic, i know} anywho...myron had just gotten some gum grafting surgery done on his mouth a few days before, and apparently it wasn't stitched up quite right because all of the sudden his mouth is bleeding h-core. so after filling like, seriously a QT 32er w/ blood, we decide to spend the night in page, & head home. {grr} i cried. which, now that i think of it, probably wasn't a very sensitive-wifeish thing to do, seeming how myron was the one losing massive amounts of blood...but i digress. myron was kinda pre-occupied with the whole mouth hemorrhage thing, so i reluctantly took the wheel. BIG MISTAKE... seriously, i had a panic attack the WHOLE way home, as i drove 45 behind the fed-ex truck, with a shaking leg, and my childhood flashing before my eyes, refusing to pass anyone. i think it might have taken 8 hours to arrive, i'm not sure.

so ya, we're awesome.
hence the reason we are content to visit places like costco & fuddruckers & chucky cheese for our fam vacations.
{lol}

stay tuned for 2,3,4,5,6, & 7!