one old woman

For those of you who read my myspace blog entitled 3 old guys, here is some of the same.

Yesterday, Wednesday November 30th 2006 I went to serve at my temple shift, just as I do on all Wednesdays. 4:30 in the morning comes quick, especially when you stay up until 12:30 in the morning so you can dance the night away.

Two weeks ago "sandy" and his wife (Bro. and Sis. Sandholtz) returned to the Oakland, California temple after serving a 6 month temple mission in Nauvoo. Everyone was excited for their return, because they are some of the sweetest folks you will ever meet.

Yesterday marked the first time that I was able to talk to Sis. Sandholtz since they returned, because of scheduling and what not.

"How are you?" she asked.

"Great?"

"How's life?"

"The same as it ever was. My car died."

"I'm so sorry, we depend so much on our cars."

"Yeah, they are some of those necessary evils in life."

"Do you dislike getting set up on blind dates and things of that sort. Sometimes I just think, Boy! Isn't he the nicest young man. I understand if you don't like it. Sandy was a little older, like youself when he met me. Oh he didn't like getting set up!"

Man she was smooth, changing the subject as quickly as she did.
"Yeah, I don't like it. I think in some cases they are a necessary evil though." At this point I would have you know that unlike the last experience with the 3 old guys, at this point I couldn't help but smile. Not because the topic of conversation was so humorous, but because Sis. Sandholtz was so darn cute! I wanted to forget the blind date, give her a hug and tell her she needed to bake me some cookies...well I settled for the hug either way, not quite sure how we were interrupted so that the conversation could continue. After I left though the thought came to me... "Is she planning on setting me up, or isn't she?"

Find out soon in an upcoming issue of
Another one of Wyatt's not quite married episodes; will continue....

Pizza Delivery Crush

I have discovered recently that I have a pizza delivery crush. It is my first one ever. Hard to believe that in six years of delivering pizza, this is the first girl I have had a crush on, isn't it? Well, it is.

At work I find myself hoping that this girl that lives at _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ st. will call and order a pizza. I know what some of you were thinking. You were hoping that I would leave an address. Well, I am not a stalker and I won't support some of Y'all's bad habits...

When the time comes that she does order a pizza, I find myself trying to finagle a way to deliver the pizza. I usually get my way. Unless Jessica is being a punk (which is a whole other blog in and of itself.)

Everytime I have been to this girl's house I have had a pleasant experience. She is cute, and her noticeable scar makes her even more so. Also she has a nice figure, which never detracts from the cuteness. To top it all off, she is always very kind and pleasant, and it seems like we could converse for days.

It usually only lasts about a minute and half though. The conversation that is. We have had minute and a half conversations about postman vs. pizza guys popularity with dogs, cars, and i can't really remember what else; it was hard enough for me to make sure she knew I was looking in her eyes while we talked instead of me checking her out!

This is where my unrequited love really begins. I have an ethical problem with picking up on girls while I am at work. So I don't do it. Ever. I don't think that rule will change. So, alas. My pizza delivery crush will probably remaing just that, a pizza delivery crush.

So this is me, still crushing....

Culinary Artists

I would like to think that my family has some culinary artists in it. As I was growing up, I always enjoyed whatever homecooked concoction my mom's mind devised. She is quite good at cooking, and whenever she wasn't cooking something scrumptious, Dad was.

The traits of being a culinary artist were inherited by others in the family. My sister Megan is the most notable of my siblings for having this talent. When she was in school I would go to her apartment and partake of the heavenly goodness that she prepared for Sunday dinner. I remember that once, quite recently, as I visited her and her husband, she "threw together" one of the best breakfasts of all time.

Boyd also wields his skills from time to time. Now I am not sure what that kid can do on a daily basis, but man, if you are out to grill, there is almost no one (next to Dad) that I would want grill my steak!

Then at last we arrive at my culinary art skills. I can make quesadilla's!

It is a good thing that in my efforts to save money by eating out less, I have had the great wisdom to buy Frosted Flakes.