Friday, May 28, 2010

The World's Shortest Fairy Tale

Once upon a time, a girl asked a guy, "Will you marry me?"

The guy said "No" and the girl lived happily ever after and went shopping, drank martinis, always had a clean house, never had to cook, stayed skinny and was never farted on.

The End

Funny the things you find as you pack up your stuff. Thanks Aliah.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010


I know what you are thinking, that I am going to write a blog about the finale of Lost . . . but you're wrong. The title is totally deceiving (however I did watch all 6 seasons and watched the finale and kinda loved it). What is actually "lost" is far more disturbing.

I live in a big house (for 6 more days anyway), there is a basement apartment where two guys live and an upstairs house where we live and an up up stairs room in the attic where I live. I was informed today that our downstairs housemates LOST a boa constrictor. That's right, they "lost" it. Now I do believe you can lose things, like your keys or your wallet, but losing a snake in a house is a lot like losing a kid at the zoo- it instills fear as well as urgency to find said kid (or more importantly, SNAKE). But no. When the guys were asked about whether they were concerned about the whereabouts of Mr. Boa constrictor, their response was "it happens." Oh does it? Does it really? I share a basement laundry room with these bozos- many times since the snake has been "lost" I have gone downstairs in the dark, damp basement, in my bare feet and without my knowledge I could have been coiled to death (not sure if that is the proper phrasing but you get me) as I innocently washed my unmentionables!

Maybe I am being a little dramatic, but I can't stop thinking about it. The slimy thing creeping it's way up my stairs, into my room and under my covers. UGH. I almost can't stand it. Where is Samuel L. when you need him? Or Paula Abdul? Hopefully snakey and I won't cross paths in the next 6 days. But if we do I can't be held responsible for the action I take- chopping off it's head, spraying it with hairspray and setting it on fire (who has hairspray anymore?) or kindly donating it to the zoo (pretty sure I would do one of the other two first- in a fit of panic of course).

PETA, don't get mad at me "it happens."

Friday, May 21, 2010

Sweet 16 x 2

So Wednesday was my birthday and I had a fantastic day. I took the day off and just had a great time. First I went to the Salt Lake Temple and did a session. It is a birthday tradition (new one), a time to reflect and feel the spirit in the house of the Lord. I have been needing some comfort and guidance and I feel like I received both of those things while I was there. I just love being there.

Then I met my mom for lunch at the beehive tea room. We wanted to do high tea, but my mom had to work so we just went for lunch instead. I had my favorite very berry tea and a spinach artichoke sandwich with the potato leak soup and it was delicious. My mom bought me a cute little tea pot and I bought very berry to enjoy whenever I want.

Then I went and bought myself a dress and a skirt from Anthropologie. I love both of them. Here's a little look:

I then took myself to the movies. I saw a really dumb movie and not the movie I actually wanted to see. I won't tell you the dumb movie (it's too embarrassing), but I did want to see Babies, I just thought maybe it would make me sad- so I didn't. I still want to see it though.

Then my friends had an amazing BBQ for me where we just hung out and talked and laughed. It was great. I had so much fun and all in all a great birthday.

I love being in my 30s. I think it's fantastic.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Gone in 60 Hours

Last weekend I went to Florida. My best friend from high school (the beautiful Alissa) is now the mother of two and needed a break. Her wonderful husband and sister thought it would be nice to give her a weekend off and have me fly out to surprise her. So I did! I was literally there only 60 hours. I took a red eye Friday night, arrived Saturday morning and left Monday night. The thing that stinks is that I actually took a lot of pictures this time (normally I am a terrible picture taker), but I used my mom's camera and I can't get the pictures onto the computer. It won't read the memory card. There are pictures of us eating and swinging on swings and eating and then eating some more, hey we didn't have time to do much else. But also pictures of her lovely babies that I adore. Ava and Olivia are the best. So I stole these pictures from face book.

I love that I was able to see Alissa, I need a good Alissa fix every now and again and this one couldn't have come at a better time.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

What is not given to man?

I have not been the best blogger as of late. I have been extremely busy with work and with spending time with a certain someone that my blogging has gone out the window. I may have a lot of time on my hands, since the certain someone and I will no longer be spending that much time together (if any at all).

It’s been an interesting couple of days for me. I have so much happening all at once. My schedule has changed to an hour later (11-7) which may be difficult, we’ll soon see. I am moving out of my house at the end of the month and trying to find a place and that really stresses me out. I find it incredibly nerve wracking. Financially it will be a strain due to the increase of rent (I am moving in alone- which I LOVE, but will make money tighter). Then packing up all my junk and moving it to a new locale will have it’s own stresses. I also might be taking on another job in the mornings; it’s in the works . . . maybe. And now a breakup. Not really the perfect timing to lose my most recent support system, but is it ever a good time?

I’m sad. Of course I’m sad. Things were great and then they weren’t. That’s how it goes; they “love” you until they don’t. Or I “love” them until I don’t. So this has caused me to think a lot about love. Last night, when I was crying and distressed and seeking comfort and relief, both of which were impossible to find- I went to my best friend Erin. She took me in, cooked me dinner (which I only ate two bites of), put me in a hot bath tub, read me a story and cried with me. I felt comforted and loved but the pain was still there- it will be a while before that pain dulls. But she was there right when I needed her.

She read me “What Men Live By” by Leo Tolstoy. She read, we cried and she read some more. It was a beautiful story of love and compassion. One of the things I struggle with is knowing what I am to learn from heart breaking situations, especially when there is a common theme, a common thread and ultimately a common denominator (me). One of the main points of this story was “it is not given to man to know his own needs.” Only God knows what we need and sometimes that is a hard thing to swallow.

The thing I do know is that I am a loving person. I cannot stop loving or serving others just because it could mean my heart could get broken. Falling in love is wonderful and the risk involved is worth it- although right now it doesn’t necessarily feel that way.

I am so grateful that my Heavenly Father knows and loves me and only he knows what I need. So I will rely on him to help me through this and guide me to those things I truly need.

Although, a crystal ball would be nice.