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.

I'm a Survivor.

The depths of despair seemed like a weekend special at the Holiday Inn compared to what I just endured.  Oh yes folks..."endured" seems like the exact right word to use.  Backpacking is and never will be my forte.  In fact, I think it's safe to say that "backpacking" will not be on my brain for a few....no....several eons.
I love my job.  Really, I do.  WRA gave me an all expense paid trip to the majestic moutains we know as the Uintas, complete with 11 teenage girls (in my group alone) and all the diversions thereof.  36 miles later, I am back in town camouflaged by mosquitos bites (I have mozzie bites in the most unmentionable places) scratches, and bruises.  What did I learn?
*I have a serious dependancy on lotion and garbage cans
*I sleep well enough atop the inflexible earth that I can hike 10 miles in a day, keep 11 teenage girls in check, make my own meals, carry a 40lb backpack uphills (plural), maintain an outstanding attitude, mend wounds (both physical and emotional), read a map, and purify my own water.
*The addiction to my phone has little to no side effects...no withdrawals were experienced...When I needed to take digital notes I couldn't....so whatever needed to be written down was simply forgotten.  Ps...I was gone for 2 weeks and I had 18 missed calls...and 281 (complete truth) txt msgs....I believe OTHER ppls addictions (to their phones) are greater than mine.
*Hiking, rappelling,  horseback riding, and tubing down the river in the same day will award you the best night's sleep of your life.
*Dirt is inevitable... I dealt with it.
*Bobcats are not as dangerous as we think....neither are bears
*The wilderness is really not that bad.
*I am not a Princess....I did things in the wilderness that a "Princess" would never do.

When it comes right down to it, this trip was completely, totally, and utterly out of my comfort zone BUT it was the most fulfilling, satisfying, boundary breaking, a-ha moment making, confidence building, memory making, relationship building,  experience that left me in quite a state.  I am thrilled that I did it....I can certainly do anything now can't I (that is a statement not a question).

Quit playin games with my heart

Real talk?  I do not care that I am in my 20's and have a crush, nay, infatuation with Nick Carter of the Backstreet Boys.  I was getting irritated with the building anticipation. It was hot.   People watching was getting annoying--side note: people do NOT know how to dress for their body type.  The first thought that popped into my mind when the lights went out was "ok let's get this over with," I have no idea why I wasn't pumped.  The very SECOND AJ, Brian, Howie, and Nick came into view I was 17 again....you guys SEVENTEEN!  No shame....none.  I have not listened to their music since 2001-ish...when they left the scene...incidentally, I knew EVERY word to EVERY song...funny how that works.  The memories came flooding back...it was all very nostalgic in a way.  I was mezmerized....smitten if you will.  I've always, always been an *NSYNC girl, but tonight it was all about BSB.  Never mind the fact that Nick still can't dance (nobody's perfect), AJ is a little bit "chunky monkey," Brian is married and has a kiddo, and Howie is....well...Howie...never did pay much attention to the dude.  There's is no other group of girls I'd rather share this concert with than my Combs sisters....we go way back.  Legs sore (from jumping up and down...don't judge)...no voice....sore throat....dehydrated...Best. Night. Ever.....so far.  

Schoolio

Guess what?  This degree-less girl isn't so degree-less.  Turns out I have an Associates Degree.  Do you know what that means?  It means that now when I tell people I have a degree it will be 100% legit.  Most of you are like...who cares?  My sentiments exactly.  It's a piece of paper, but my dad is dead set on me getting a degree so, I do what is takes to keep 'em happy.  No skin off my back.  I only have a handful of credits til I get a BA so I thought "what the heck" I'll take summer classes.  1st day of school was last week.  One word: oddish?  I've only ever known BYU schools....SLCC is a far cry from BYU.  I thought I would attend school, and charm them with my easy going awesomeness...not so....that plan has been done {although taken in a  completely opposite direction from my own road map on "How to be cool and influence people"} oh well...I'll just be my easy breezy self, it'll happen, no doubt, NO doubt.  SLCC is a bit of a step down for me {nose in the air}...it's like high school all over again {loved high school}, BUT my credits are being transferred to BYU so don't worry I WILL have that coveted piece of paper with a BYU stamp on it...what a relief.  Please bless I'll be voted "Most Popular" or "Homecoming Queen" this year {fingers strenuously crossed}...false, I do not give 2 hoots in hades about that stuff....but my classmates do so I'll play along....