Killer Heels

This morning I was hobbling to work and was stopped by the most polite young gentleman.

"Wow, I still haven't figured out how women have learned to walk in those stilts" he commented.

"Yeah, well, neither have I."

Hence the hobbling.

Reasons to Celebrate 05.23.2011

1. I'm dropping off my first roll of expired PROFESSIONAL film tonight. Eek!

2. 40-hour work week. Bam.

3. The weekend. A simple sigh just doesn't cut it.

4. Straight hair. (Whaaaaat?)

5. Clorox wipes.

6. Horses.

7. Dinner and Glee.

8. My mother.

9. I'm an adult.

10. Amazing coworkers.

11. Sleeping until 4:30 PM yesterday afternoon.

12. Friends.

13. Someone left his Blink-182 CD in my car. (Thank you.) (Collateral.)

Twenty One

"What am I if not ridiculous?"

I got flowers.

See?

And they're even prettier in real life.

Believe me, I'd know. This is just a phone-shot.

I'm celebrating.

Thanks.

America, America...

Osama bin Laden.

Here's how people are "celebrating".

Yes, he was an awful, awful, horrible terrorist.

Yes, it's a huge deal that he's gone.

Yes, I'm just as relieved as you.
Yes, I'm completely and absolutely grateful for our brave troops who have fought for us.

But must we stoop so low?

I'd like to think America has more class than this.

I'd like to think that we're above this.

That we're better than this.

Wouldn't you?

And frankly, I'm more than a little disgusted and ashamed that Americans act like this.

We are not petty.

We are not small.

We are proud.

We have honor.

And we are better than this.

I'm proud to be American.

And I'm certainly relieved that bin Laden is finally gone from this world.

But I'm not proud of this exhibition.

Stand taller. Show more poise. Have more dignity.

Prov. 24:17-18 "Do not gloat when your enemy fails; when he stumbles do not let your heart rejoice, lest the Lord see it and it displease Him..."

God bless America. 

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Oh, you little BYU folks

"So. You single?" he leaned over the desk seductively.

"Ah, no, actually," I replied. "I'm not."

He glanced quickly at my left hand resting on the keyboard, attempting to be discreet but making it totally obvious.

"I don't see a ring," he accused.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "That doesn't mean I'm available," Just stop, please. Can't you tell I'm not interested?

"Oh. Are you just waiting for it, then?" He leaned closer. I could see the the gel clumped in his stiff hair.

"No," I huffed, trying hard to not look annoyed. "I'm just not single." I turned my attention back to my computer.

He paused for a second, debating on whether to keep prying.

He did.

"So, when will you get it?" He smirked.

I gaped at him, my mouth hanging open. This kid was unbelievable. Before I could answer, the elevator door opened.

"Your ride is here." I stood and gestured towards the doors.

"Can I get your number? You know, just in case?" He said the last three words in a sing-song voice as he backed into the elevator. The confident yet hopeful smile he flashed was almost too much.

My irritation flared and I took a deep breath to cool it off. I watched him as the elevator doors closed slowly. With one eyebrow raised and my arms folded I answered, smiling icily, "No. Thank you."

He asked again when he left.

I pretended to be caught up on the phone.

What is it with those crazed BYU RMs?

And I had Hagermann's for lunch. Just thought you should know that.

Beauty

I've been captivated by beauty lately.

In art. People. Words. Nature. Color.

In life.

 It takes my breath away.

And makes me want to search for it even more.

Truly, there is beauty all around.

Take a second.

See it.

Reasons to Celebrate 4.5.2011

1. I'm alive.

2. Gummy penguins.

3. Rockin' curls.

4. Friends.

5. School is almost out.

6. New ideas. Seriously, I'm a freaking genius.

7. And it's time to break out the sewing machine. Anthropologie is too expensive, but fabric can be pretty cheap.

8. Burt's Bees.

9. Summer's coming. Summer = more light = more playing with my camera.

10. The gym. I'm quite content. (And tan.)