Some ramblings...

I have lots of thoughts whizzing around my head and I thought I might share...


A few days ago I bought my first pair of skinny pants. Nice black ones, of the Dickies variety, for work. I was nervous about them. But they turned out to be an epic win. So I think I'll be wearing them more often. I will never, I repeat, NEVER wear jeggings, however. They are leggings that look like jeans, and leggings are not pants. Yuck yuck yuck.

I hate when girls walk around with this weird sweater shirt/dress thing that barely covers their butt, and a pair of leggings. WHERE ARE YOUR PANTS?? I've only seen one instance where it looked good.

Sometimes the weirdest people are in Walmart. I don't mean weird-looking, or people who walk funny. I mean, grumpy man who thinks I'm moving too slow while browsing movies, so he loudly mumbles nasty things under his breath about me, whilst standing 3 feet away. Or the uptight guy that yells, belittles, and threatens his wife over every little thing. "NO!!! We don't need that!....Yes, toothpaste we do need, but if you EVEN come back here with 2-3 tubes of it, I'll..." I felt like spitting at him. Man with wife and grandchild who announced he was going to look in another aisle for something, and asked his wife if they would be ok while he was gone. Really? You know, they might not make it through the harsh and rugged terrain of walmart, better stay with them. Then there was the decrepit, yet really cute, old couple who couldn't even see, let alone figure out what they needed to buy. Oh, and let's not forget the teenage couple, girl walking in front of him all smug acting like she had the guy on a leash and talking his ear off, meanwhile he's not listening to a word she's saying and hardcore checking me out as I walk by. Haha, oh man. So funny.

I use the word just waaaaay too much. Where did it come from? What does it even mean? I just don't know.

I bought the Black Cauldron for a decent price at Walmart, thanks to grumpy grumbling man. I quick turned a corner so I could peak out around and get a better look at him, and found myself in front of the kids/family section, BC begging to be bought. Woot-woot for great Disney movies that no one knows exists.

Last nite for a few hours, I felt like I must've drank a little Felix Felices without knowing it. It was incredible.

Today in my primary class, I brought Teddy Grahams for snack and the one little girl (3 years old, keep in mind) said "but I wanna eat something, like, healthier". Hahahha. I convinced her if we all shared one bag of Teddy Grahams,  it would be healthy. Kids crack me up.

Ever have someone insult you, but masked as a compliment? Let me give an example...say you bake a pie. The pie's really yummy, you've made it before, and you're pretty good at the whole baking thing. A few people try your pie, tell you it's amazing and give you compliments. But then this one person approaches you, and in a tone of complete shock and surprise, tells you about 10 times that your pie is actually really good, they had no idea YOU could do something like THAT, and wow, it's just actually good. And they won't let it go...to the point you somehow feel worse when the converation ends because they sneak-insulted you and you barely had time to realize it. Yeah, something like that happened to me the other day. It was so weird.

Getting called beautiful by a guy never gets old. =) Guys, tell her she's beautiful, it makes her feel like a million bucks.

I'm super-dee-duper excited about how much my client is progressing at work. It makes my heart swell to bursting.

If I ever get pregnant, I hope I look half as good as Natalie Portman. Yeesh. The woman is a gorgeous, glowing pregnant woman.

It's late, tomorrow's Monday, I have to be up around 6ish before there's even a hint of light outside, and it's supposed to be dark, dreary, and rain over an inch. Wish me luck.

Ode to Valentine's Day

Or more correctly, a post about Valentine's day.

Today was just another day for me. A good day. I find myself more and more annoyed each year with people who get so bent out of shape and upset and decide to hate Valentine's day because they're single. Or call it Single's Awareness Day, SAD for short. Cry me a frickin' river. If you didn't make such a big deal about it, it wouldn't be that bad. Stop all the self pity. Treat it like a normal day, and that's what it becomes. Plus an extra excuse to eat cute cupcakes and chocolates and flirt and share silly valentine's cards with friends. What's so bad about that? Ugh. Don't you know your life is so perfectly yours? So perfectly unique and such a gift. And your time will come and it will be exactly what you needed and better than you can dream. I suppose we all forget that too easily.

Any other day, you might find me complaining about this very subject, though usually I'm quiet as a mouse. So maybe I'm being a tad hypocritical. But not today. Today I'm grateful for the life I've been given. I spent my evening curled up by the woodstove reading a book, eating cake, and watching movies. And looking forward to a time when I can enjoy the evening with my someone. And it was fantastic. How fortunate I am.

I became so aware in the past few days of how many heartbroken, hurting souls there are in this world. It's staggering. The thought had me in tears last nite. Some people have a right to hate this day. Divorce. Infidelity. Break-ups days before. Years of life and effort and trust thrown out the door in seconds. How I could go on. I wish I knew how to comfort those people I know personally. How to comfort all, and make everything better. Pray for those dear people. Or whatever it is you do. Send good thoughts and hopes their way. Lift up the hands that hang down. Mourn with them, cry with them, comfort them. Oh, how they need you. You can't imagine their pain.

I could be wrong, but I always thought Valentine's Day was meant to celebrate love in general. Not just between a couple. I don't think there's a person on earth who doesn't love someone...mother, sister/brother, a child. Love your people, and celebrate that love. It is a gift. It's beautiful. It's a miracle in itself and because of it miracles are wrought. So for goodness sake, stop hating today.

My Arizona Adventure

So, Wednesday evening I flew to Arizona to spend a little time with some friends and family.

I think this picture adequately shows how long Sydney and I have been friends, considering you can find pictures of us in the same pose that date back to 1998. I wish I could find one right now, it would go on here.

So besides reverting back to the 7th grade, this trip included: girly-ness, trying on wedding dresses, eating cheesecake, doing hair, picking out color ideas for the wedding, and homemade face masks.

The grossness was made of avocado, honey, and oatmeal, and it certainly doesn't make the smooth-looking concoction you see on tv.

Ghost towns?

Check.

Getting strung up in a ghost town?

Check.

Random hanging dead guys and the perfect art of getting them in the background of a picture?

Oh yes.

Encounters with cacti/cactuses/whatever?

yepyep.

Gorgeous landscape?

You betcha.

A cute little 2-year-old named Conrad who can already ride a bike like a pro?

Wouldn't be a trip to Arizona without him. =) Stay tuned for more pics of him and I.


After a few short days, I flew home, accidently slept 11 straight hours (I swear I get "jet lag" from any kind of trip, whether or not I flew), and am now totally ready to get back into normal routine.