Boo Radley is my BFF

It’s been such a busy month. Singing a lot, working a lot, reading a lot. I just finished reading “To Kill a Mockingbird” which I have never read. Apparently everyone that goes through the tenth grade has read this book, not sure how I missed that one. Anyway, I loved it. Hmm, maybe that is why it's a classic? I am not sure that I would have appreciated it as much in high school. This will be my 3^rd book in a week. I am back on the reading train (what does THAT mean?) meaning, I am reading a lot again and I love it. Next up, "The Catcher in the Rye"- you are probably thinking I must have skipped a lot of school and I did, but not that much.

It has been really hard for me to get in the Christmas spirit. I didn’t start my Christmas shopping until this past weekend and I am not yet finished. I don’t know what my problem is. I have decorated, watched Christmas shows, listened to Christmas music and admired the snow, but the spark just isn’t there. Hmm. I hate that. I used to love Christmas. The entire month was excitement filled. I believed in Santa until I was twelve for hells sake (don’t judge, I love the magic). People say that once you have kids the magic of Christmas returns- I wish someone would knock me up already (kidding mom).

My all time favorite Christmas show is the Christmas Toy. You can’t get it on DVD, I own it on VHS. It’s a Jim Henson show they used to play on the Disney Channel. It’s the same idea as Toy Story but way better and only a half an hour. Hmm. Maybe if I watch it the spark will return. Also listening to the New Kids on the Block Christmas could get me in the mood. I will have to try it and see what happens. Maybe it will help you too.

First up, I still believe in Santa Claus.

And, Funky Funky Christmas.


I really hope my Christmas is funky this year. It's about time.

M*A*S*H

I love things that predict the future. I don't necessarily believe that they will, but I love them none the less. Like the game MASH (play it here). It's so silly, but I get some strange satisfaction and maybe even a little hope when it goes my way. Like it's possibly fated to turn out. I also love horoscopes and numerology and making wishes (coins in a fountain, shooting star, at 11:11, when I lose an eyelash, etc). I really like good fortunes in fortune cookies and I have always wanted to go to a psychic- mostly just for fun, but I have some weird interest in it. My old coworker read my tarot cards once and I loved it.

I am not sure where this began, but I am sure every girl, as a child, played these games and secretly wished they would come true. Thank goodness they didn't or I would currently be married to Ralph Machio, but that small amount of belief in magic has lasted my whole life. Maybe I am a romantic? Maybe I am a psychotic? Who knows?

I do this other thing that is a little weird. I like to call it musical roulette. I play my Ipod on shuffle and think of a song and if it comes up in the next ten songs, I win, or I make a wish and it comes true or the boy I am thinking of is totally thinking of me too. I know, it's ridiculous. But it's kinda fun too and I like to think maybe I am creating psychic abilities of my own. Hey you never know. I could have a job on the side predicting the future for people by playing MASH. I will be charging 5 bucks a game, let me know if you're interested.

***In case you were wondering, MASH told me today that I will be marrying Adrien Brody, we will be living in an apartment in SLC, driving a purple BMW and have 4 lovely kids together. ***

Thanks for nothing

I was told yesterday that I needed to write a new blog. Well here you go Amy, brand spanking new. Thanksgiving came and went- it was a pretty depressing day for me actually, but the weekend that followed was great. Erin and I took our little road trip to Boise. We stayed in a hotel just a block from the Egyptian Theater. They upgraded our room to a suite and we had to sleep in the same GIANT king size bed (the front desk guy was concerned this would be a problem for us, until we informed him that once, as roommates, we slept in the same bed for 9 months . . .we’re close). The view was pretty amazing from our room- Boise is better than I expected.


We then went and saw The Swell Season at the Egyptian Theater and they did not disappoint. Rachael Yamagata opened and was amazing. Glen Hansard made me cry numerous times. He is just so talented. He stood in front of the mics and unplugged his guitar to sing Tell it to me now. It just blew me away. Their closing number was a mash up of Red Chord, Josh Ritter’s Come and Find Me and an Irish drinking song The Parting Glass. My little celtic group actually sings that one, so it was great to hear.

Erin and I had a really good time just talking and laughing and singing and sitting and swimming and just being best friends. Here is a video of her dancing on our king size bed, singing a song from the band we just saw. I dare say, her rendition makes me laugh.

On a more work related note- what is more embarrassing than having an appendicitis attack at work? NOT having an appendicitis attack at work, but all the doctors and coworkers at the hospital where you work thinking something is really bad and treating you in one of the rooms and discovering it is actually only constipation (true story). Humiliating. Oh and then about a week later I was walking out of the nurses station and fell on my face. Seriously, what is wrong with me? People must think I am insane- or drunk. Which doesn’t bode well working at a rehab hospital, they might try to admit me.