Christmas Kindness

We always hear Christmas stories where small acts of kindness change people's lives...I always wonder if they are real and true...tonight I was convinced.....they exist.  Today I had Laki....all day, I love him.  We ran errands, and danced all day.  As a result there was no showering involved for me and, make up wasn't even an option....but I didn't mind...I had pork chop (the name *I* made up for Laki....I have to let the world know I made it up b/c my mom and Jamie might try to take credit for it...and we all know they MIGHT not be as creative as I am when it comes to clever nicknames). The ONLY thing that sounded good to me was a panini and a bowl of soup.....zupas.  As I was standing in line the lady if front of me was starring (hard) at me I was almost uncomfortable (but I really don't care if people can't stop looking at me, that's usually a good thing).
Lady: You look so familiar.
Me: Really?
Lady: Yes, you are so beautiful
Me: *bashful yet surprised* oh.....thank you
Lady: Are you someone famous?
**I almost said yes.....just for kicks**
Me: *laughing.....loudly* ummmm *deciding whether or not to "improve" the truth*  No I'm not.
Lady: Are you sure?
Me: Uh.....yes I'm sure.
This may not mean a thing to anyone else....but to me....it made my day, it was the small act that made my Christmas merry.  So...Merry Christmas lady in the zupas line....Merry Christmas.

**disclaimer**  I realize this was not "Mr. Kruger's Christmas" worthy or even compares to "Secret Santa" however, it is def Jenilyn Su'a merry making worthy.

Well....

I can't thank the Asians enough for Wasabi, or the Mexicans for cilantro.....2 things I can't/won't live without....and don't even get me started on the India-ans and their buttered chicken curry.  I recently diagnosed myself with a severe addiction to nail polish.  Is it something in the air? Rehab is out of the question. Is it just a phase?  Who knows.  I feel like we need more snow.  There's just not enough snow.  How can I listen to Christmas music without a blustery blizzard blowing through?  I completely underestimated the power of rice crispy treats.  I don't think I have ever actually MADE them until this season....it was totally necessary.  I have been to Bath & Body Works at least 6 times since Thanksgiving, you can bet your bottom dollar that if you were down and out and didn't have soap or lotion....I could and would donate to your cause....I'd have you smelling like the holidays in no time.  I have a mouse problem.  I thought I killed it by putting some decon out for it to eat....not so....he's a live and well.....I cannot bring myself to set out a trap....that seems very inhumane.  Maybe it'll just be my "pet" in a weird.....rodent...way.  I need a name for him....it's gotta be a "him" b/c he's really shy and never comes up to me to ask me for my number....I'm convinced it's a male mouse.  Suggestions?

Sara Bareilles Concert

Do you ever have "one of those nights" that you just don't ever want to end?  Last night was THAT night for me.  Sara Bareilles is nothing less than amazing.  I had been looking forward to her concert since August.  I'm a new convert Bareillesism but it didn't take much convincing.  Her music spoke to me.  Not only do I think she is one of the most poetic songwriters of her time but her melodies are so enjoyable.  *whispering* don't tell anyone but she replaced Mariah Carey on my list of fav singers...Mariah is comfortably seated in the #2 spot.  Sara was on point last night, not ONE bad note.  She hit notes I didn't even know existed.  Not only is she a talented singer/songwriter but she is FUH-KNEE!  Lucky lucky me. Thanks Sara for being alive...and for writing songs and then singing them in front of a lot of people...you're the bestest.

Peace Out Girl Scout!

While I am grateful to have had 2 jobs (for a limited time only) there are a few things I will not miss.

 Morning traffic.  Although I thoroughly enjoy Frankie, DB, and Jessica in the morning, I just don't feel it necessary to fight the morning commute just to indulge myself with the Morning Zoo.

Lack of sleep.  For some reason when I have 2 jobs my social life will BOOM....."activities" will come up that will make is absolutely necessary for me to stay up til 3 in the am all the while KNOWING I have a 6am alarm to look forward to....just watch...come Monday my social life will be non-existent (along w/my 2nd job).  Alanis Morissette was not lying when she said "isn't it Ironic."

Stress.  Love the money...hate the stress.  I mean, I have a life.....I have errands to run....I have people to see....but everything and (almost) everyone closes at 5pm which leaves my window of opportunity shut tight....thanks America for making everyone think this is an appropriate time to go home and spend time with their families.......what about ME where do *I* fit in?  I'm joking.  If I was serious that would be way selfish and November is the month of giving.....or is it the month of thanks....giving....I get confused.....oh well.

Well folks....it's been a fun couple months....and when I say fun I mean I never wanna do it again.  You know what I'm really looking forward to?  The Sara Bareilles concert this Wednesday.....oh yeah....a mid-week concert?  It's the exact right timing for a concert...not!  But, it's Sara Bareilles.....sacrifice brings forth blessings and I cannot wait to be blessed!

Bad day/Good night

Every now and then I catch a pernicious case of the Mondays and it takes all my brute force to maintain composure and poise to gracefully get through the day.
1:30am wake up to a tornado or what sounded like a tornado (I got gipped of an hour and a half of sleep)
7am-snow and a deadly road to work
8-5pm-just one of "those" days....don't ask
6pm-brilliant idea. The first snow of the season simply must include flannels.  I realize the color scheme is off...I'll fix it later...comforters and sheets should always matchor at least coordinate.  Best.part.of.my.day.  Can't wait to take this lil number for a drive around the block....metaphorically speaking.  How can you possibly say no to this enticing ditty.
Break(it)down:
pillow top.flannel.waterpillow.warm.me.sleeping aid.hot shower.new pj's.fuzzy socks.early night.no interruptions.
Bliss.

You're not supposed to say that

Propriety.  Is that too much to ask?  I love being around {most} people. I'm a people watcher. I love talking to people, however, if I hear ONE more person tell me how tired I look I might go ape shiz {apologies for use of such a crass word} on someone.  Question: When was it ever a compliment to tell someone they looked tired?  Do YOU like being told you look tired?  Well I didn't think so.  It just so happens that I am fully employed twice over.  My hours of "operation" exceed well over 90hrs per week....not to mention "damage control" for 14 hormonal teens {who I love dearly.....speaking of...I feel like I've skipped the fun part of parenting beginning with infancy, the terrible 2's etc and have gone straight for the devils backbone we know as the teen years...ahhh bliss}, on a rare occasion I will bank at least 6 hours of sleep {lucky me}.....no I'm not complaining {I did this to myself} just informing my cherished followers and random readers of this blog that if, in case, we cross paths within the next 2 months....please go easy on me....you will not be over looked in my prayers that evening :)

Finito...Donezo...Outroz

Elgh!  Do you ever just get so sick of Utah (or America) you just want to fly away to an exotic island and set up camp?  Stop right there.  Be careful what you wish for.  Think about it...think about it.....let it register.....did you ever think that on an exotic island there is no such thing as a warm, flip flop free shower with water pressure?  How about the food....did you think about the fact that there WILL NOT be 3 Olive Garden Restaurants within a 5-10 miles radius?  How about food in general?  Did you factor in the level of humidity and the extremely hot temperature that exists on an exotic island?  I am positive that you didn't even think of the language barrier, did you?  What about the bugs?  Think about YOUR very own bed/home/bathroom/kitchen......it WON'T be on that amazing exotic island.  Just something to think about.
I frequently wish/pray/cross my fingers (etc) to live on an island and partake of the "good life."  Guess what?  The solution is NOT the alluring island.  It is an unbelievable quick fix though.