Misplaced Modifiers...

So this is just going to confirm the fact that I am a huge dork but so be it.

I went to Southern Utah last weekend with my mother. And we're driving down I-15 just before you get to Nephi there's this sign. It says, "Young Living Family Farm". This sign has always confused me. At first glance it seems simple enough, it's a farm of some sort but here's where the confusion comes in. It's a farm, yes...but what kind of farm? Is Young a noun in this situation or is it an adjective? And if it's a noun then is "living" modifying "young" or is it modifying "family farm". OR is "family" actually an adjective too and modifying "farm". It's a farm but what kind of farm? It's a family farm.

OR could it be the Young Family Farm. As in this family, with the last name of Young...but then where does "living" come in? Is living modifying farm or family? So the farm is living? As in people are actually living on the the farm and working the farm? Or does it mean the family on the farm is living?

You think it stops there, but no it doesn't. Is "young" modifying the type of family that is living on the farm? It has to be a "young" family? So once they get old they have to move on and live somewhere else?

What they probably mean is "Young Family Living Farm". It's a touristy/historical site so I bet it's sort of like "This is the Place State Park". And the original owners of the farm was the Young Family and it's a Living Farm because people are actually working the farm...as they would have back in the day. Sort of like a Wheeler Farm.

But this sign has never made sense to me. In all the years my family has driven that road on all the trips down to Lake Powell, California and Southern Utah...it has always confused me and irritated me. Misplaced Modifiers....they wreak havoc wherever they go.


yes...i know...let's all say it together..."Kelly, you are such a nerd!"

GIRLS!

G is for Gorgeous Baby Girls! We've got two new ones in the family and I know that newborns are kind of odd looking in general and look like aliens for the first couple of weeks, but I think these two are pretty dang cute...for newborns.

Emily Anne Jarman
September 11, 2007

Sienna Christine Fisher
August 25, 2007

Fa-la-la

F is for Family, Friends, Future, Fealty (look it up), Fortunate, Failure. These are all words that came to mind when I was thinking of what to post for F.

Family and Friends pretty much are one in the same. I've been extremely fortunate to have a couple of pretty amazing friends in my life and they are like sisters to me. I'm actually moving in with one of them in October. They love me for who I am and don't judge me, which, let's face it...wouldn't be too difficult sometimes. I know I can take all my worries, anxieties, stress moments, freakouts to them and they'll probably laugh but it'll make me smile and everything ends well.

My family is pretty cool. I think it's amazing that we're as close as we are. As I move out more into the real world and I meet different people, I realize just how great it is that I am as close to my siblings as I am. My younger brother is a bit of a dork at times, but he can make me laugh when I don't want to but really need to. He calls me on my "moments" and tells me when I'm being silly. In turn, I go shopping with him and tell him that, no that shirt doesn't look stupid or yes, it is different from the other brown polo t-shirt that you bought today.

The Future seems to be staring me down these days. I'm moving upward and onward. It's taken me a bit longer than I had anticipated but after living in my parent's basement for the past year and a half, I am moving out on my own. My job is getting better. I've gotten two raises in the past 3 months and I'm getting more responsibility and even though I still have days where I almost go postal on my coworkers, I actually do enjoy my job.

Fealty, Loyalty and Love are something that are central to who I am...or at least, like to think that I am. I like to think that I'm loyal to the people that I love.

We're a crazy bunch, but we have fun.
(La Fiesta de nos Madre - 2007)

Something to look forward to....

Fun for the Future.

They have to break my face....um.....no?

Expectations

E is for Expectations. I have expectations. We all have Expectations but I have many Expectations, most of which are a bit out there and completely irrational. I find that it's because of my expectations that I am often upset or hurt or angry or irritated. Or maybe I should say it is because of disappointed expectations that I am often upset, hurt, angry or irritated. I expect things that maybe I shouldn't expect and yet if the world were a better place, my expectations would be so out of the realm of reality. Why settle for anything less than great? Why should I expect less than wonderful? It's lower expectations that make people lazy. I say expect the best and give the best and hopefully someday you'll get what you expect.

Expect count: 12


ps. I expect people to read and make brilliant comments!

expect count: 13

Delicious, dreams

D is for Delicious. I love food. (I just had lunch) For me it's the simple foods that are the best. I'm not really into the gourmet meals where you can't say the name and it doesn't taste like you think it should. For example, today I had a turkey sandwich on white bread with mayo and cheddar cheese for lunch. It was quite delicious. I'd rather have a slice of cheese pizza than some fancy, shmancy duck with plumb sauce and capers something or other. Sometimes I think the chefs in those fancy restaurants randomly pick ingredients out of a bag and have to come up with something. I love pizza and sandwiches and pasta. All those yummy carbs that i shouldn't eat and i usually feel guilty for eating later. But in the moment...it's oh so good.

D is also for Dreams. I have strange dreams and lately i've been dreaming about furniture. I'm moving out in about a month and Sarah and I have been doing a little furniture shopping. Looking around to see what's there, how much it costs and what do we have already. I had a dream about our kitchen table the other day. We found one that we really like at Ikea. It's a bar height table for four. In my dream i found another one at Smith's Market Place that had leaves to make it bigger and it would fit 8 and it came with stools...always helpful. So in my dream I buy the table but Sarah wasn't there and when she found out she was mad that I had bought the table. Saying I had betrayed her. I'm sure there's some deeper meaning on a subconscious level but i don't know what it is.

I also have dreams for my life. Where I want to go, what i want to do, who i want to be. And lately, in particular, I have been really frustrated with the feeling that I can't move forward toward accomplishing those dreams. I am so excited to move out because that is a step towards moving on. Yet, now that the end is in sight, it's gotten so much harder to be at home. I am ready to move out and I'm frustrated that I have to wait until the first week of October to move out. Blast!

Conversation

C is for Conversation. I'm a talker. I love to talk. I will talk for hours if given the chance. This is slightly ironic considering the fact that i come from a family that does not talk. Growing up we never talked to each other. We didn't really communicate about what we were doing in our lives or what we were experiencing, even if we were experiencing the same things. Maybe that's why I talk so much now and I'll usually share with anyone that will ask. Maybe because we didn't talk growing up I feel I have to make up for lost time? I love to sit over a leisurely dinner with friends and just talk. You sit down to a nice meal with friends in your favorite restaurant and find the dining room empty when you get up to leave and are astonished when you realize that you've been sitting there for three hours. It's an evening well spent. Good food, good people, good conversation. It makes me happy.