challenge: hurled

Students.

I know your existence is the basis for my earning a living and all that, but please go away.

Thank you. Now I can enjoy parking spots and short lines at Target and no waits in restaurants again.

ka-pow!

I still haven't forgiven Willy Wonka for discontinuing the green Pixy Stix.


Doesn't he know lime is the best flavor of everything???!?

winter dreams

I can't remember the last time I was this excited about a movie.




Scratch that, I just watched the trailer for the seventeenth time or so and I'm sure I've never been so excited about a movie.

dangerously hazel

There's this happy little song that's been on the radio quite a bit of late, and you know what, I don't mind. Not at all. In fact I rather enjoy it; it puts a smile on my face and and usually sends my feet a-tappin' on the brake and my hands a-beatin' on the steering wheel.

And there are a lot of things I like about it but probably my favorite thing is the little shout-out to my people that the singer gives, when he calls on his audience to listen to the music of the Mormon people dance and sing. I really appreciate that he's recognized what we have to offer. Because let's be honest, Mormon people do dance and sing.







You can listen to the tribute yourself if you like--it's about midway through the second verse.

((Okay I used to have a link to the song here but the file's gone so forget it, just forget this post ever happened))

weensy powders

Okay so in general I do not recommend a complete lack of organization as a lifestyle. It certainly causes me more trouble than it benefits me and I know I would be a lot better off if I would keep things in their place and have every bit accounted for. But! There are rare occasions where it pays off big time, and they almost make all the other confusion and disarray worth it. For example, when you are finally, finally, going through all the stuff you have stashed in your closet haphazardly to be sorted out and dealt with later, and discover that you have a completely full, unopened bag of these waiting for you, in August.











Family size, fools.

a dip in the yangtze

I know everyone's been all about the men's 4x100 relay, and I mean, rightly so. It was everything an athletic event could ever hope to be. But still, that Olympic moment was topped for me.

It was topped when, amidst a flurry of celebrations over earning an unexpected bronze medal in men's gymnastics, USA's Jonathan Horton suddenly turned to the camera and cried out in utter jubilation,

We're going swimming in the river TONIGHT!!!

Oh heck yes.

Celebratory festivities do not get any better than that.

the only bee in your bonnet

I have a new boyfriend, and his name is Ched'R Bites. We've been seeing each other regularly for the past couple of weeks and it's going so well. He puts my old flames, A&W Cheese Curds and BK Cheesy Tots, to shame. Plus he brings along his cute brother, Buttermilk Ranch. Oh it's a match made in heaven.

Today though when I ordered my ched'r bites and diet vanilla coke, the guy working at Sonic asked, "do you want to add anything else to that, like maybe some mozzarella sticks?" Um, no, I think one batch of fried cheese is enough, thank you.

(But if we're being honest, one batch of fried cheese isn't really enough.)

Then for some reason instead of doing their usual Nukem's Nineties at Noon today on the radio, X96 decided to go a different route--Every Song Tracy Loves That Will Make Her So Happy. Nice of them.

Finally, speaking of anniversaries: happy birthday, bionic spine. Here's to twelve months of great parking spaces, learning how to bend and twist again, too-short shirts, excellent posture, complications at airport security, stress-free internal organs, level shoulders, and every kind of pain management this world has to offer. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you.