Googled

The site meter tells me what people google in order to find my blog. Here are the last 5 things people googled and found me!

1)slept with a mormon girl

2)twisty legs

3)bulimia amnesia

4)no more ballyhoo

5)how can you pee your pants on accident

Oh and on some Thai search engine someone searched "fat prostitute" and found my blog.

Well, I think that pretty much sums it up.

Where's the love?

Remember this fortune?




Today is supposed to be great. What the hell happened?

We never change, do we?

I was thinking about my blog this week and it has definitely become a journal for me. I don't really write in a journal. I have one and occasionally I write down some pearls of wisdom, but for the most part I go months and months without writing. When I was on my mission I kept a journal almost everyday. I was very diligent about it and I am really glad that I did. I often make a goal to write in my journal and I am good about it for a while and then I fall behind, once again and then there is far too much for me to write and I feel overwhelmed.

A friend was over the other day and he got a hold of my childhood journal. This journal has all of my crazy thoughts form 1987 to 1999 (I told you I don't write that much). Anyway, I was totally embarrassed as he began to read aloud my secret thoughts- embarrassed through the laughter. I really went into great detail on a lot of things- silly things. But they were important at the time.

Here is the funny little entry of my first kiss. Now I need to tell you that I must have talked about Billy a hundred times before this entry- so this was a LONG time coming. I just want you to understand how silly I sound. I am including all of the spelling errors. Oh and please notice how they came over for dinner and then later we went to Denny's. That's how we did it in Florida, the beach and Denny's our only hang outs.


January 29, 1995

Hello. It's been a very long time sense I've written. ALOT has happened. Over X-mas break Billy, Josh, Spencer, Cindi and Alissa all came over for dinner. We wanted Spencer and Cindi to meet each other because they are both out at BYU. Anyway, after dinner we all went to the beach and Denny's. Me, Josh, Alissa and Billy all went to Alissa's house (Spencer and Cindi went home). Well, the four of us watched "Speed" and when it was over it was 4:30am and me and Billy were sitting on one couch while Alissa and Josh were on another. It was very dark in there and YES Billy FINALLY kissed me!! Can you believe it? 16 years old and (the loser that I am) Billy Bay, the boy I have had a crush on for 2 years was my 1st kiss!!! Personally I think he did it because he knew he was going on his mission and it was just a "thing I have to do before I leave".

Side note: Years later, when my father became bishop, Billy was his second counselor and married the girl who was his girlfriend when he kissed me (scandalous).

Later on in that same entry I wrote about Billy's farewell and how I was so sad. Here is what I said (I am embarrassed to even be putting this in here, but it is so so so funny):

I have never cared about a guy as much as I have cared about Billy. It is more then me just liking him though, he has become one of my closest and BEST friends that I have ever had and I love him. Honestly I think today is the first time (probably won't be the last) that my heart was broken. And although it really hurts, I am so glad that Billy was the one to break it.

HA! I am so dramatic. Sad part is, if I still wrote in a journal I am sure it would sound pretty much the same.

Things to be happy about

I have so many things that make me happy lately. I love lists, so I will just list them.

1.Karaoke- especially in an office setting. I belted out my best rendition of "Blaze of Glory" with full on air guitar and leg kicks. I also sang a beautiful duet of "Pour Some Sugar on Me" with my co worker that made us the talk of the office- who knew the lyrics were so suggestive?

2.Cutting down a tree. That is really fun. Seriously. It was like hunting, except you didn't have to worry about the "game" running away. I don't know why I compared it to hunting, I don't like hunting. Anyway. There is something so peaceful about being in the snowy mountains with no one else around- quiet and beautiful- picking out your own Christmas tree. I'd love to do it every year. Even though our tree turned out to be a little Charlie Brown-esque.

3.The movie "Once". I love that I now own it and can watch it as many times as I want.

4. Sick days. They are mine for the taking.

5. Snow storms with lightning. I had never experienced one until last night. I was curled up in my bed and able to just enjoy it. It was amazing. I love crazy storms (as long as I am not driving). I did almost die on the road later in the evening, but that is not part of this list.

6. Dinner with a good group of friends, swapping stories, laughing and just being together. That is so fun.

7. A low stress road trip where no one is annoying. It is really enjoyable to just drive and talk and drive and talk and drive some more. Of course I was just the passenger. The occasional rest stop was nice too.

Can't help who you love.

Ever have that one person in your life you can't get over? My problem is, I have many of those. Some I won't think about for years on end and then something will happen or remind me of them and I miss them. Every time I break up with someone (or get broken up with) I think, "as long as I get married before them, I'll be fine". Unfortunately I don't have the best luck with that one, I guess it's because I keep getting older- the age you should be getting married and so the ex's do, and I don't. The 'not getting married' part is fine- it's that my ex boyfriends aren't staying miserable without me. Sometimes I hear about an ex getting married and I don't care at all- it's great, that's another one I don't have to worry about! However, in some cases it stings a little, or sometimes a lot.

Another one bites the dust.

RLS. It's real!!

For as long as I can remember I have suffered from restless legs syndrome. Of course I didn't know it was called that- I normally called it nervous legs or twisty legs. Most recently have changed it to crazy legs syndrome, because it makes you feel crazy. BUT IT'S REAL. Despite some people saying it's "made up". If you had experienced the symptoms, you would know it's real.

I was given a prescription and it makes me very sick to my stomach. I hate it, but it does help with the RLS. I have been looking on the internet for another prescription that may be better for me. I found another, but listen to the side effects.

People have reported problems with gambling, compulsive eating, and increased sex drive.

OK, so the compulsive eating and increased sex drive don't seem that weird, but does anyone else find blaming a pill for gambling a little odd? And the last thing I need as a single Mormon girl is increased sex drive. My luck I would become a super fat prostitute who gambles away all her earnings. I think I should keep looking.

The GREAT(?) Saltair

What is so very great about the Saltair really? Especially in the middle of a terrible snow storm? My experience with the Saltair has been fairly limited- the bands I have seen there have been sub par at best. Such bands as Everclear, Blink 182, Long Beach Dub All Stars (they were as bad as their name), the Aqubats and Primus- OK so this was 10 years ago. Last night the Saltair may have redeemed itself. It was off to a rocky start with the $5.00 parking fee and the huge puddle right in the middle of the parking lot. Where else are you going to park out there? In the great Salt Lake? But then the opening band came on. Arthur & Yu. I love them, seriously. I thought their songs and harmonies were wonderful. I am actually going to BUY the album- I was that impressed. Here's a little taste:

Then on to Iron and Wine. I have seen them before and they were as good as I had remembered. I do think I am getting a little old to be standing in place for 4 hours. I really like sit down concerts. Next thing you know, I'll be dying my hair blue (the old kind, not the cool kind). Ah well, it was still a good time. There were so many beards I almost felt out of place, however, me with a beard would have been a bit weird. He was complaining of having no voice, but his voice was as mellow and soothing as always. I think you get a contact high from his music, seriously, we were all extremely chill and I totally had the munchies. Who needs to smoke weed when you can just listen to Iron and Wine? It's cheaper and more legal. I am pretty sure they played most of the new album The Shepard's Dog which is really fantastic. The highlights for me were when they sang "Wolves", "Boy with a Coin" and especially "Flightless Bird, American Mouth"- that was my favorite part.

I did almost pass out at one point because I hadn't eaten for almost 11 hours- that was slightly embarrassing, but IHOP came to the rescue after we braved the treacherous roads. Thank goodness Amanda was driving.

Eye Patch

I have already expressed that I love this song and I love this band. Now there is a video. The guy with the eye patch kills me and the pelvic thrusts made my whole night.

Enjoy!!

The Bird and the Bee, Polite Dance Song

Suicide and Santa

I was looking at apple trailers online and seeing if there were any movies to be excited about. I watched the preview for Wristcutters: A love Story and it looked like something I would love. I soon discovered it was playing at Brewvies and that the matinee was the last showing before the movies changed. SO, since my clients cancelled I decided it was a sign that I should go to the movie. Ryan and Aliah came along. I loved it. It was dark and quirky. It kinda had an Eternal Sunshine sorta feel. I give it two enthusiastic thumbs up.

Here's a little about the movie:
Zia, distraught over breaking up with his girlfriend, decides to end it all. Unfortunately, he discovers there is no real ending, only a run-down afterlife that is strikingly similar to his old one, just a bit worse. Discovering that his ex-girlfriend has also “offed” herself , he sets out on a road trip, with his Russian rocker friend, to find her. Their journey takes them through an absurd purgatory where they discover that being dead doesn’t mean you have to stop livin’.

I know it sounds depressing, but it was really quite endearing.

I love that I could find people to join me in the middle of the afternoon. It pays to have a friend who is a comedian and another in grad school. I had never seen a movie at Brewviews before. It kinda smelled like urine and there was a constant sound of running water in the theater- but you can drink beer, so it was worth it.

Tonight I went to the big brothers big sisters Christmas party with my little. It was fun. We got to visit with Santa (who was kinda a pervert) and interact with other bigs and littles. I think I had my hand on Santa's knee. Doesn't it look that way? No wonder he was a pervert.

Whitney got a monopoly game and we ate the catered Panda Express. I think everyone should be a "big". It's one of the funnest things I have ever done.

The church is true . . .

We went to see the temple square Christmas lights and I have to say I was simply whelmed- not overwhelmed, not underwhelmed . . . just whelmed. I thought there should have been WAY more lights than there were. I was wanting to see so many lights that my mind was blown, but they just weren't there. I feel like in the past, the lights were everywhere. I really think that the church has put less lights up this year- maybe there is the same amount they are just spread out over more space (conference center, main street, church office building courtyard, etc). I am proposing we encourage the church to put up more lights next year and in order to make this happen, we came up with a brilliant idea(see picture below).


I think they will get it, don't you?

Regardless of how many lights are on temple square, I wanted to be sure you all knew that the church is still true. Amen.

This next picture was my attempt at being artsy and cool at photography- of which I am neither- but I feel like the temple came out surprisingly well. Even with a digital camera I am known to take a blurry, unimaginative picture. Please compliment my attempt, I am so very proud.

This next one is Amy Howell and Me. Her being beautiful, me being somewhat special (and not in a good way).

I sent out a mass text so that all of my dear friends would join me on this Christmas outing. Only a few responded. I am almost always not as popular as I think I should be, but I think we had the perfect amount of people to have a great time. Poor Nate was the only boy that agreed to come and what do we do? We make him pose by the handicapped sign. It is pretty funny though. I think the old missionary man standing by us thought we were totally irreverent.

Nate also came in handy when my fingers started to freeze- Thanks homeless people for thinking up fingerless gloves and making them become the newest craze! Nate let me stick my ice cube fingers in his armpits. What a good friend. This picture looks totally staged, but this is totally real. Totally.

Apparently I am a narcissist, because in almost every stupid picture you see my face. It's my blog and it's supposed to be all about me, so I guess that's alright. Here is a lit up paper bag with the word "Santisook" which means peace. It's Thai and I went to Thailand on my mission, in case you missed the connection.

Since Sarah went to Toronto, Spanish speaking- here she is with the "Amor" bag. Oh and notice how I am not present in that picture.

We all look so happy to be looking at Christmas lights, don't we? Oh, except for Nate who kinda looks like a serial killer.

Once again Nate is not smiling, but only because I made him do this shot. That's what you get when you are the only guy. You become a prop. Still love ya Nate, you make a good prop.

My last attempt at the artistic. I could totally take pictures for the Ensign or at least the Friend.

I seriously love Christmas.

"How can it be bulls**t to state a preference?"

So Salt Lake City just got a Chipotle restaurant. Everyone was pretty excited about this. I was too, but I am incredibly easily amused, so that's not really surprising. I didn't go and eat there right away. I wanted the hype to die down a bit. I went with a friend for the first time a week ago. I realized as we walked in that it was a lot like Barbacoa (which I love) and so I thought I would order the same thing I order there in order to compare. Like a little taste test science project. After sitting down and eating, I made a decision.

*drum roll please*

I prefer Barbacoa.

Why you ask? Well I am glad you asked, because I have compiled a list of reasons why I like Barbacoa better. In no particular order.

1.It's closer to my house. - I like to be able to jump in my car and just be there, right when I want a chicken burrito and it can be mine.
2.The man behind the counter always speaks to me in Spanish and when he can tell I don't understand, he tries to teach me the words. He also calls my chicken burrito Pollo Loco (crazy chicken) and it makes me laugh every time.
3.I like the flavor of the crazy chicken better at Barbacoa- I just do.
4.They mix up the insides of my burrito at Barbacoa. When I asked for them to do it at Chipotle, she just gave me this blank stare- which leads me to number 5-
5.They are better at wrapping my burrito at Barbacoa. None of the delicious insides fall out, unlike Chipotle.
6.They have fresh limes that you can put in your diet coke. Chipotle only has lemon. Oh, AND Barbacoa has Diet Coke with lime on tap!!!! Double your pleasure.

Don't get me wrong, I will eat at Chipotle, it's good, just not as good as Barbacoa.

They both beat the hell out of Cafe Rio.

If I were a lesbian and you were my lady . . .

I went and saw Tori Amos last night. I have loved her for years, but this is the first time I have seen her live. She was pretty amazing. I kept thinking about who her lighting person was, because whoever they are- they are good.

She is quite wacko on stage. I knew this already, but to witness it for yourself is totally different. She really likes to gyrate her hips on stage, you can really tell she loves her piano (It may be LOVE love, if you know what I mean).

One of the funnest things about last night was being able to people watch. If you know anything about Tori Amos, then think for just a minute about what different kinds of people would go and see her. So very entertaining. We had both old and young, both straight and very very gay, both male and female (although the estrogen in the room outweighed the testosterone) and so so so many drunk people dancing. The drunk dancing is always my favorite part. Not a care in the world- when there should be . . . there really should be.

During the concert I thought for a minute that if I liked girls, I would really like someone talented and unique like Tori. But then I remembered that my best friend is pretty much Tori Amos without the famous part (oh yeah and the grinding on her piano part) and I am not in love with my best friend, in a romantic sense (we even shared a bed for 9 months once) so I know I am not a lesbian. That and I really like boys. Good thing I went to the Tori Amos concert so that I could have that realization.

This realization led me to think about some other things. I really don't understand, if you like girls, why don't you like girls that look like girls? Just a thought. Oh, and I don't care if you are a lesbian or a truck driver, mullets must go. Seriously people, they are flattering on no one!

So, to recap. Tori was amazing, I'm not a lesbian and we should start a revolt to end mullets on all people, regardless of gender or sexual orientation. Hey, I just want to better the world in any way that I can.

Angie the solo elf. I think I dance like this for real.

Emotionally unstable?

Possibly. Ok, so I just spent 2 hours watching TV on the internet, when I probably should have been sleeping and I cried during both shows. I'll spare you what shows they were (although I think I am supposed to be a doctor), but I will say that I felt ridiculous even through the tears.

That's not the most pathetic thing. There is a radio station that started playing Christmas music all day every day. It has been four years since I worked in retail, so I can finally start listening to Christmas music again without throwing up- or at least wanting to (except for WHAM! singing "last Christmas I gave you my heart", that still makes me incredibly nauseated). So today I am sitting in my office, when a country song comes on the radio- I HATE COUNTRY MUSIC. But there I sat, listening to this country Christmas song and crying my eyes out. This is not normal. This should not be happening.

AND I sorta got misty eyed during one of the previews before a movie I watched the other day. The preview!!! What is happening? Am I getting soft in my old age? Am I just a big fat cry baby? Who knows.

I have added the video of the sappy country Christmas song that makes me cry. Enjoy! Hope you bawl your eyes out.


So freakin' cheesy. But I think I love it.

August Rush = Suckfest

Ok, so maybe we should have read this before seeing the movie. IT WAS AWFUL. Seriously. I laughed out loud on numerous occasions and almost burst into tears due to the ridiculousness of it all. If it weren't for the good company and funny conversation, I may have poked my eyes out. Although, as we were leaving, we did see a girl who had been moved to tears by the movie- not in the way I had almost been moved to tears, but genuinely touched. Poor thing. What kind of life must she live?

The movie did spark up some interesting conversation afterward, as we sat in the coffee shop overly populated by Salt Lake's finest hipsters and bollywood actors (so very interesting). Time seemed to just fly by as we talked about the movies we loved so dearly that were the complete opposite of the crap we had just witnessed. Such as "Boondock Saints". We thought that having an Irishman in August Rush would have helped it's story, but decided without significant shootings in the head or the splattering of a cat against the wall, the movie was a total bust. Talking about the shootings in the head lead us to confessing our love for "The Departed" - cold pricklies induced by Robin Williams' horrible portrayal of an orphan tamer were replaced by warm fuzzies as we thought about Leo DiCaprio as a super hot bad ass. The conversation quickly moved to other things we loved, like the BBC's "The Office" and "Arrested Development", as well as "Flight of the Conchords". Our unifying hate for August Rush and subsequent love for good writing brought us closer together (the fact that we only had 2 chairs for 4 of us might have also contributed). So in conclusion, seeing "August Rush" may be a horrible idea, but it can lead to so many other wonderful things.

If you want to view paradise . . . it might be at the Ogden Theater

Ok, so before you do anything, please read THIS. I wouldn't even attempt to compete with the professional writer- he said it so well. It was truly amazing. I have to say that I loved every second of the Swell Season. Even through the pain in my back and especially my feet, I never once wanted it to end. That was Tuesday night, Wednesday night we watched Feist, which was also good, but I found myself wishing I was still watching the Swell Season. "Let it die" was the last encore Feist played (yeah!) and it was beautiful, which made it all worth it. She also played "When I was a young girl" which is one of my very favorites. But I still enjoyed the Swell Season far more. I fell in love with Glen as soon as he started singing (as did every other girl in the room) and it was exciting to meet both him and Maketa. What a great show.

So Tuesday through Thursday of this week were really fun. We arrived in Denver and wandered the city- looking for our hotel, me wearing big tall boots and carrying a bag that was packed for a 2 week vacation rather than 2 days, He- chipper and wanting to speed walk. We made it to the hotel without too much complaining on my part. We laughed a lot, we walked a lot, we almost missed a concert due to a wrong turn, we rode in numerous taxis, talked to many a stranger, bought Cd's, bought a band t-shirt and had it signed by the artist (on the boob, I wasn't wearing it when he signed it), met someone named "Mama T" who also gave us a ride back to our hotel, I almost cried during the music, he took lots of pictures, we ate cheesecake, we ate pizza at midnight, we took funny plane pictures, made fun and was made fun of, we sang along, we tapped our feet, we watched a movie, we got free buttons and airborne, we took BFF pictures. I think we fit a lot into 48 hours.


Here is a video. Maybe Dainon should change professions. He's pretty good at this.


Shots from the concert. Glen doing his thing and stomping his feet. He's amazing.
Here we are with Marketa. She was so quiet and so sweet and so small.


And with Glen. Ah, beautiful blue eyed Glen.

Me at Feist. I am having fun, I promise.

Those are my walking shoes, SO glad I wore them.

I can't wait

I really hope she sings this song, because I love it so much. I'm such a lucky girl- The swell season and feist- what a great week.



Let it die and get out of my mind
We don't see eye to eye
Or hear ear to ear

Don't you wish that we could forget that kiss
And see this for what it is
That we're not in love

The saddest part of a broken heart
Isn't the ending so much as the start

It was hard to tell just how I felt
To not recognize myself
I started to fade away

And after all it won't take long to fall in love
Now I know what I don't want
I learned that with you

The saddest part of a broken heart
Isn't the ending so much as the start
The tragedy starts from the very first spark
Losing your mind for the sake of your heart
The saddest part of a broken heart
Isn't the ending so much as the start

Pho Friday

Before I do anything else, I just wanted to show the amazing moustache my friend Ryan is sporting these days. It was a Halloween Chuck Norris beard, but it has evolved into this handle bar masterpiece. He is a very cute boy, his eyes are kinda weird in this pic.

The first ever Pho Friday happened yesterday at Pho Hoa in West Valley. It was a huge success. Lots of people and lots of good conversation. I even got to get a drink that was made with my favorite (stinky) fruit from Thailand, durian. Ah delicious and stinky.

Here's the crew (minus Mike, he was taking the picture).

Then we played guitar hero. I kicked serious butt (I'm so modest), but Mike had the best rock star form.

Then we watched a movie where lots of people got shot in the head. What a glorious evening.

I've finally made it

I have been in the workforce as a licensed professional for almost 4 years now. I have always had some sort of workspace to call my own. The first was a cubicle- I even shared this cubicle with someone else. I was just happy to be a grown up. Then they moved us to another building and I got my own office. It was 5 x 5 with a window out to the hallway, but it was mine and I kinda loved it. After leaving that job I started working at my current place of employment. Because I am supposed to be out and about all day, I was once again sharing an office. A crappy office I might add. An office with a computer desk and no drawers. An office stuffed with things, with ugly lighting and stinky carpet. An office that I rarely went to because I hated it so much. Well, this week, my coworker had had enough. She sent an email to our head boss stating that she HATED our office. With that, our boss gave us both large windowed (to the outside world) offices. If only I had known a little complaint email would be so effective I would have done it ages ago. Now I am a real professional. I can bring clients in to my office with a real desk and a pleasant smell. So the window looks out to the Marie Callendars next door, big deal, at least it looks out right?

It's hard to pee your pants

Have you ever tried it? I am not talking about peeing your pants on accident, I mean, full on, on purpose. Just decide you are going to pee your pants and do it. It's hard to do. It's been some years since I have even tried to pee my pants. I think the last time was freshman year in college. We knew some guys that had some silly "Rexburg crew" called the wolverines or something. Guys could get in by just being friends with them, but girls had to pee their pants (yeah this was in college, that's Ricks for ya). Anyway, we didn't actually want to be a part of this pack- but we did try to pee our pants and it is not as easy as it may sound- I can't remember if any of us actually succeeded, but there is a picture somewhere out there of Alyssa looking successful.

I had a whole conversation about it with a guy at the table next to me at Denny's last night. He said if I would just get drunk peeing my pants would be easy, that I would do it with out even knowing it- I might be itchy the next morning though (that's what he told me anyway). But I think that is a cop out. To not be drunk and to just openly and defiantly pee your pants takes some serious effort. Not that I want to or anything or that I am encouraging others to do so . . . I'm just saying.


*This blog post inspired by Evan's awesome "Baby Chuck Norris" costume.

Can't take my mind off of you

Sometimes I miss people and they don't even know it.


Will you mend my broken heart, it's beating out of time,
I think it needs a brand new start, a different state of mind,
Won't you take it, won't you take this heart of mine,
Cause I've been thinking and it's you that's on my mind,

If you feel it getting better, write me in a letter,
Tell me everything is going fine,
But if you feel it beating slower, hold it a little closer,
Try to make it last throughout the night,

I don't know why my heart slowed up, it must have been the lies,
I think it needs a brand new start, you and me combined,
We can fix it, we can fix this heart of mine,
Cause I've been dreaming, and it's you i see at night,

And if you feel it getting better, write me in a letter,
Tell me everything is going fine,
But if you feel it getting slower, hold it a little closer,
We can make it last throughout the night,
if you hold me tight, we'll be alright

Jekyll or Hyde?

So I have an alter ego or an alias or maybe another personality. Not actually, but literally. Here's what I mean. When I was little I would practice writing my name and I was always confused on how I spelled my middle name (I was also confused when drawing pictures of my dad while he was away at work, I could never remember if the mustache went on top of the nose or underneath- there are many drawings of my dad with a unibrow to prove it). My mother is a gem, hilarious and wonderful, she too struggled spelling my name. At the time I thought parents were all knowing- so I never questioned it. I proceeded to spell my name wrong for the first 21 years of my life. Angela CoRRine Robson (it's actually CoriNNe) This is how it is spelled on all my high school records, Ricks College Diploma and other such documents. Upon going on my mission the truth was discovered. I was spelling my middle name wrong. How is this possible? I saw my birth certificate and it was true. I was a sham, a fraud, all this time I thought I was one person, a person with a double R when I was really a person with a double N. You can imagine my shock and horror.

I thought that I fixed everything when I left for my mission, but lately the old Angela Corrine has been showing up in the craziest places. First, I was in getting my temple recommend renewed, I looked down at the recommend and there she was- the old Angela, rearing her ugly misspelled head. When I brought this to the attention of my Bishop he was quite concerned. He had to send a note to someone important to change it immediately. He was even afraid to put my middle name on the recommend in fear that I might be turned away. And then I received a bill from my Doctor. It appears that the other Angela had been seen and treated in mid July- I could have sworn it was me.

I have a feeling there is no escaping it. I have an AKA. If you ever see a picture of me with the words "Have you seen this person?" underneath, you will also see the phrase "She has also been known to go by other aliases such as Angela Corrine Robson".

Maybe I should start wearing crazy wigs and kicking people. . . maybe not. Halloween is coming up, so I fully intend on letting my other personality out. Angela Corrine for a night- I like it- I've heard she's crazy.

My heroes

Someday I would like to say something very similar to this.

Kiss me . . .

I'm Irish (Italian)

A pencil sharpener never made me smile so big.

Sometimes . . .

I'm a spazz

Ah, just kidding. I found out today that I am not going to lose my job. I was filled with relief and sadness. Relief because I hate looking for new employment- sadness because I had big plans for my unemployment. I was going to take a month off, maybe go to Thailand, just veg and "find myself" or whatever. But alas, it's not meant to be. I'm ok with it though. I like my job. It's flexible and I love the people I work with- sometimes I like forced change though, I guess I am just going to have to force my own change in other areas of my life.

This week I am staying at a friends house while they are out of town. It's been nice. I love my roommates, but I am remembering what it was like to live on my own. I kinda miss it.

Tonight I went to my parents house to visit with them. My mom and I watched Dancing with the stars. She informed me that you are only allowed to vote on your phone 10 times (I was not aware there was voting involved) and that she voted for Marie Osmond 10 times on her cell phone, 10 times on her home phone and my dad voted on the Internet. My mom is all about supporting the Mormons. I am sure if I was there last night she would have voted ten times on my phone. She is so adorable (my mom, not Marie- although Marie isn't so bad). My mom also proceeded to show me all the country videos she "teboed" (Tvod). I HATE country music- she knows this, but still insists that I watch the newest country video. Gotta love Sonja.

Land of Enchantment

I went to Albuquerque over the weekend (I also learned how to spell ALBUQUERQUE). It was a really fun weekend. It wasn't really about going to New Mexico, it was about going to see my very dear friend Alyssa, although we did get some fun stuff in. This post is going to be full of pictures- sorry, deal with it.

First up. We went to the annual Balloon fiesta at 4:30 on Saturday morning. Prior to the big balloon extravaganza, we ate breakfast burritos and hot chocolate as we waited for the sun to rise.


They sent up a couple as "testers". It was really cool to see them light up when they let the flames go.



Sam is just cute and happy. His sweatshirt has bat wings on it, I wish you could see.


Mia was not happy to be up that early in the cold, but her pink doughnut kept her occupied for a bit.



Alyssa- New Mexican chow hound.


Me and Lys, you wouldn't think we only had a few hours sleep.

Now to the fiesta!!! There were lots of crazy shaped balloons. The little boys seemed to love the Darth Vader one. I took about a million pictures (which I never do), but they all ended up looking very much the same- just a bunch of balloons. So I spared you and only put up a few. If you want to see them all, I will show you.






Crack goes with everything. Especially balloons.

We watched 5 kids and conference for the next 2 days. They were wild and crazy and adorable. You'd think that being around all those wild little ones would make me not want kids for a while, but it did the opposite. It made me want them more than ever.

I didn't get to do a session at the ABQ temple, but I did want to go and see it. This was the temple where Alyssa and Jared were married and I missed it because I was on a mission- so it was nice to see it up close. Wish I could have gone inside.




I wanted some Authentic New Mexican food while I was there. Alyssa took me to Gardunio's Restaurant, there is one in Las Vegas too. It was really good. They made the guacemole right at your table. This picture makes it look totally sick, but it was delicious.



This is the aftermath. The waitress (slowest waitress in America), kept asking us if she could take any plates away, but we were eating off of every plate. It was awesome.

And then we had a bit of a girl's day. 5 hours without any kids. Somehow I was talked in to putting foil and dye into my hair. But it was fun.

Alyssa has big hair and she is proud- even with a mullet.

(Before)
The things we do to be beautiful.
(After)
But it is so worth it, don't ya think?

Oh and check out the new Radiohead In Rainbows. I'm in love with Radiohead all over again.

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