Wrong Feet

I knew it was going to be a great day when I almost walked out of my

house with my shoes on the wrong feet.

xo

P.s. Today is the first official Snow Day in Happy Valley!

Riddle Me This...

Last week a lady came into the office where I work wearing a beanie, a long sleeved shirt, a puffy vest, capris, and flip flops.

Was she going to the beach later? Or maybe cross country skiing?

One can only wonder.

Then yesterday morning while I was making my trek to Intro to Design I saw a man on campus wearing a black short sleeved shirt, black shorts, black flip flops, and black and gray striped mittens.

At least he had the decency to be consistent with color.

There is a strange fashion phenomenon taking over Utah County.

Tomorrow I'm planning on wearing my swimming suit, ski parka, and rain boots.

xo

Musings on Driver's Licenses and Wiggle Cars

Something catastrophic happened a couple of weeks ago.

I got a small letter from the Department of Public Safety.

A reminder that I need to renew my license soon.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. This can't be right. I'm not that old. Not yet."

I checked my license.

Sure enough it confirmed that I am indeed that old.

I remember being 15 years-old and feeling like my 16th birthday was centuries away.

And then it came and I thought "No. I'm not that old."

My license confirmed that I was certainly that old.

This morning Fia tapped on my shoulder while I checked my email.

"Mina, bike?"

We put on our shoes and went outside to ride the wiggle car.

Before she would sit on the wiggle car she insisted that I sit down first and then she sat down.

The two of us wiggle car-ed around my parents front yard.

Half-way around the yard I realized my neighbors across the street were watching as well as some workers next door.

According to Fia I'm not too old to ride a wiggle car.

Though I'm sure the neighbors and workers thought otherwise.

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Happy Weekend!

xo

Excusez-moi?

Last week I was in Banana Republic with my Mom.

While my mom was in the dressing room I heard this convo:

Harried Costumer: I need shorts. Not too short but not too long. With like, a trouser look.

Salesgirl: (to harried costumer) Um, yeah. I don't think you'll be able to find anything like that here. You should try...Old Navy.

They briefly abandon the debacle of the not-too-short-not-too-long-trouser-short as a

mother- to- be fingers a set of brassy bracelets.

Harried Costumer: (to mother-to-be) When are you due?

Mother-to-be: Two months.

Salesgirl: No way!

Mother-to-be: (laughs casually, probably because she expected something other than what the salesgirl said next to come out of her mouth)

Salesgirl: You look like you're about to pop! I mean you're HUGE!

Awkward silence.

Harried Costumer: I already tried Old Navy they didn't have anything.

The two things I learned from this experience.

1) You can't find anything in Banana Republic if you ask a salesperson.

2) If you're pregnant you better avoid the place like the plague.

xo

Speaking of steals...

there is something to be said about a man in an Italian suit.

Gucci you slay me.

xo

p.s. Welcome, welcome Jaclyn!

Ay, mommy. I hope you're yoking.

My sister, Jaclyn, just emailed me this.

"I already ordered these for the girlies!! crazy I know"

I really, really, really hope she was kidding.
xo

The Gym Rat

(Does this disturb anyone else? Ok. Good. I'm not alone.)

9:06 a.m. Woke up. Decided I most certainly need to go to the gym if I'm paying for it. Rolled out of bed and found the 24 class schedule

9:08 a.m. Decided to try the 24 s.e.t class whatever that means at 9:30

9:09 a.m. Read class description "This cardio/strength combination class alternates strength exercises to sculpt every major muscle group with easy to follow step moves." Sounds easy enough, eh?

9:15 a.m. Changed into work out clothes and pulled hair back into an awesome ponytail

9:18 a.m. Checked email...bad idea. Got sucked into Elder Morgan's latest update

9:25 a.m. Late!

9:26 a.m. Where is my gym pass?

9:27 a.m. In my pocket. Right where I put it to avoid this situation. Out the door.

9:32 a.m. Pulled into parking lot and hastily made my way to the front door.

9:33 Walked into 24 s.e.t. class.

9:34 Walked out of 24 s.e.t. class*. And decided to try the elliptical.

9:37 Saw my life flash before my eyes as I nearly died on the elliptical.

9:42 Drove home in hysteric laughter.

9:50 Decided I may just stick with Zumba and yoga.

*Apparently 24's definition of a cardio/strength combination class means lifting 50lb weights above your head while you lay on a stinky mat on the floor.

I'm such a gym rat.

xo

Tempting...but no thanks.

Since the semester is quickly coming to a close I've been scampering around looking for a job. I found this tantalizing option on craigslist.

Are you ready to make sandwiches for a living?

Date: 2010-04-06, 5:07PM

Local sandwich shop is in need of sandwich makers.
All shifts available.

• Location: Provo
• Compensation: $8.25 per hour
• Principals only. Recruiters, please don't contact this job poster.
• Please, no phone calls about this job!
• Please do not contact job poster about other services, products or commercial interests.

Original URL:http://provo.craigslist.org/fbh/1679715061.html

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A) Does anyone want to make sandwiches for a living?

B) You're not allowed to call in questions about this job that is apparently career worthy?

C) I'm not planning on making sandwiches for a living.

xo

Confession #2

I don't know why I feel like I should let you in on all or most of my secrets...

But I have a confession. Again. Here's confession #1

I am a closet rap fan.

That's right ya'll. Rap.

Last September on my 2oth birthday my sister Monica convinced me to go to Zumba with her.

I was a bit reluctant because anything that starts with a "z" instantly sounds intimidating.

But I went.

This started my obsession with Zumba, The Warehouse, and strobe lights.

Soon I found myself listening to Black Eyed Peas, Kat Da Luna, and yes, even Pitbull. Hahahaha!

The funny or sad depending on how you look at it thing is

whenever I get homesick here at the Y I listen to a little "Boom Boom Pow" and

I'm right as rain again.

I think there's something wrong with me.

xo

Post Edit: I couldn't resist. Enjoy my homies:)

Oh yeah...

Yesterday I remembered that with the change of winter to spring,

I am graced by the presence of Allergies. Or as I cleverly refer to him Al.

How did I forget Al?

Yesterday Al reared his ugly head in the form of sneezing, coughing, and itchy eyes.

He's trying to make me forget how much I love spring.

Luckily, in a few weeks I hope Al will go back to his pollen infested home

and I will go back to forgetting that Al is any part of my life.

Until next year that is.

xo

What's In a Name?

For 2 semesters at Dixie I had Spanish and institute with this kid named Danny.

But for some reason I always called him Jeff.

"Hey Jeff!"

"My name is Danny."

"Yep. And when I called you Jeff I totally meant Danny."

I think he thought I was trying to be funny, or cute.

But I wasn't. I was suffering from acute name amnesia.

So for a while I tried another approach.

"Hihowsitgoin?"

I tried saying it fast enough that he wouldn't notice I couldn't remember his name.

"My name is Danny."

"Right, Jeff."

Eventually I gave up altogether.

I would just wave silently when I saw him.

And I know he secretly wanted to yell across campus

"My. Name. Is. Danny!"

Where ever you are Danny, I'm sorry. I really wish after two semesters of being in the same classes I could have mastered your name. However, you will always be Jeff to me.

xo

You Are What You Read

Recently I read this article about a serial rapist in the midwest.

I know stupid, stupid, stupid. Especially if you know me.

I take these things and internalize them.

I knew it was a bad idea, but I couldn't stop reading it.

Even more so I couldn't stop thinking about it.

Especially because he got off with something like 200 hours of community service. Another rant for another day.

Saturday it snowed in Provo.

SNOW! in March.

I decided to go down to my friends, the Johansen's, to do some snowy day yoga. Blissful!

I changed into my yoga pants, pulled on a sweater and walked through my always dim light hallway. I opened the front door and then I let out a blood curdling scream.

I'm sure my neighbors thought I had been assaulted.

And there, with eyes as big as saucers, was my roommates ex-boyfriend. And next to him with equally large and saucery eyes was my roommate.

I felt like a complete moron.

They kept asking if I was ok...the only problem was I having a fit of hysteria

and laughing so hard that the only thing I could do was nod my head.

I walked out the door and past them. I could feel their eyes follow me as I sobbed and walked down the stairs to 205.

Needless to say yoga was much needed.

xo

Distracted

(Audrey Hepburn Complex)

Lately I've been distracted.

I don't like being distracted.

Normally.

Some day I might explain.

Today I won't.

Someday.

xo

P.s. I've had a fierce craving to build a fort lately. I just might put it on my to-do list for this weekend.

Po-ta-toes

I love this little tater and his skinny tato legs.

xo

P.s. Mister, I'm so happy you're back. Really, truly.