Sunday, September 16, 2012

Dating

Nothing is worse than first dates or the beginning stages of a relationship. Dating has gotten so complicated and is such a "game" sometimes I can't even handle it. For the most part dating can be summed up by the definition in the Urban Dictionary:
A pointless waste of time... defined by massive usage of cologne and/or perfume, awkward sweaty hand-holding, and feelings of puppy love that usually dissolve in a few weeks (or less)
IDK...maybe it just runs in the family but the Middleton ladies (me and my 4 cousins) have an abnormal amount of awful/hilarious/ridiculous dating stories. Some situations have even been re-enacted during other families' family reunions. We have been told a number of times by multiple different people that we should combine our experiences and make a book and/or movie. It would be a top seller for sure.

Recently, I had another one of those dating experiences that is too good  not to share.  One of my professors who is a great friend of mine texted me to see if I would be willing to go on a blind date with a pilot that her husband works with. I'm usually not a fan of blind dates...but after living in a social/dating suicide place like Twin Falls I thought...well why not? Bearing through an uncomfortable night is the worst thing that could happen. Right? She informed me that her husband and the pilot were scheduled to fly  into Twin Falls the next day. She asked if I would be willing to pick up her husband, the pilot, and the flight attendant at their hotel after I got off work so we could all go to dinner together. I agreed but I was a little anxious about having an "audience" at our first meeting. Well. The next day rolls around. I sent a message to my professor's husband as I was leaving the hospital and told him I would be at the hotel in a few minutes. As I pull up to the hotel I see three men come out of the lobby. That caught me off guard since I was expecting a female flight attendant. I re-introduced myself to my professor's husband since we had met briefly before and he introduced me to his crew. I obviously knew that my professor's husband was married and the flight attendant was wearing a wedding ring.  However, the pilot was not but he did look quite a bit older than me. As we were driving to the restaurant my professor's husband jokingly said "you better not tell any of our wives that we are going out to dinner with you." I made some witty comment back, but was rather confused as I got the impression that all 3 of the men I was going to dinner with were married. They were all very nice...but I felt so awkward. Finally, after ordering our meals, the pilot mentioned another pilot named J. Then all three of the guys were asking me questions about my family, work, schooling, hobbies, etc.     First date questioning by three men...all of whom were married. Weird, right?  They told me a little about J and showed me a picture of him. They kept assuring me that "he was really really cute and such a good dresser."  They said that J wanted to make sure I didn't have a lazy eye and they would relay the information they obtained about me to J.  My professor's husband was very nice and paid for all of our meals....making it a lot less awkward on my part. After dinner my professor's husband asked if he could give J my number. I reluctantly agreed and figured that I would never hear from him.  I was wrong. J called me a few days later to ask me on a date. He apologized for the confusion and explained that he did not come to Twin Falls because there had been a scheduling misunderstanding.  Although awkward as this situation was not many can say that they went on a date with three married men at the same time.

Although bad dating experiences can be awkward/painful/confusing they provide great stories and entertainment for years to come. So to all you singles out there cherish your terrible, awful, horrible, no good dating experiences!

Grandpa...The drug dealer.

After working as pharmacy technician for 5 years I know a whole heck of a lot more than I ever wanted to know about drugs, drug abusers, forged prescriptions, and Federal/State laws.  Having customers coming into the pharmacy and raising havoc because "they ran out of their narcotics 15 days early" or "the pharmacy employees must have shorted me 10 pills" was at least an hourly occurrence.  Most the time the reason for their shortages are: 1) Not taking the meds are prescribed...AKA they are addicted, 2) they are sharing the drugs with family/friends, 3) Family members, co-workers, or friends have stolen their medication, or 4) they selling it on the street. Now for story time...

My dad and brother decided to go hike the narrows one weekend with some friends.  On the way back they were going to stop at my grandparents cabin in Marysvale (a small four-wheeling community in Southern Utah). On their way to Marysvale my mom happened to call my brother. The conversation went something like this:

Mom: Where are you guys?
Kelton: Well I just woke up but we are pulled over on the side of the road and dad is lying in the fetal position on the side of the road. 
Mom: What? What is happening?
Kelton: I don't know. But he looks really, really bad. It's not good.
Mom: Go help him! Take him to the hospital!

After this phone call my brother and dad both lost cell phone coverage.  Poor mom was pacing the house waiting to hear back from them. We finally got word that they had made it to the cabin but my dad was still in massive pain. By this time, my dad from previous personal experience knew that he was passing a kidney stone. My mom tried calling my uncle who is a dentist to have him call in pain medication to a pharmacy in a nearby town.  But as we all know small towns shut down early...and all the pharmacies were closed. My grandparents cabin is a good 45 minutes to the nearest hospital. My dad being the stubborn man that he is refused to go to the hospital. My mom explained to my brother that he was to get my dad into the car and drive him to the hospital whether he wanted to or not. Meanwhile...I drove a few miles down the road to my grandparents house in Riverton to visit. I explained the situation to my grandparents, aunt, and uncle. We were all feeling extremely sorry for my brother who had the LARGE/IMPOSSIBLE task of getting my stubborn dad into the car and to the hospital. We began to gather up narcotic prescriptions from previous surgeries or child births and made plans to start the 3 hour drive to Marysvale to meet up with my brother.  However, my grandpa had another plan and the next thing I know I am hearing this conversation:

"Hey ____ this is Dennis Rich, you know the man that has the cabin down the road from you. Well, I have a son who is at the cabin right now. We think he is passing a kidney stone and he is in a terrible amount of pain. Do you happen to have any narcotics or pain medications?....I would even pay you for them." 

I couldn't stop laughing. I mean. WTF...Did I really just hear that? My grandpa is trying to organize a drug deal.  Also. How well does grandpa even know this man? Well. Turns out the man on the other end of the conversation had some oxycontin but declined the offer. To sum the story up...Dad did get into the car...props to Kelton. But...the pain went away on the ride there so they stopped and got hamburgers rather than going to the ER. Dad, however, did spend the next night in the ER. They found two 8 mm stones and one 1 mm stone. Yuck! Dad also had to have surgery 2 days before trip to San Francisco...What a trooper. 





Monday, September 3, 2012

Reunited.

Fall 2007...We made Old Farm Apt K2 look dang good!
August 2012...Altogether again! 


Once upon a time 6 girls became roommates and became the best of friends. Starting in February 2008, life required that one by one they begin to go their separate ways. And now here we are  4.5 years , 5 missions, 1 marriage, 2 kids, 3 BS/BA degrees, 1 MS degree, 1 practicum in the Dominican Republic later...Reunited again!