May 24, 2010

I'm too depressed to blog

And why you ask?

Because it SNOWED today.  SNOW!  In late MAY!

Thankfully my sweet sister covered all my tomato and pepper plants with a sheet.  Three sheets to be exact. Come to think of it, I hope she didn't use my 400 thread count sheets.

Oh dear, now I'm depressed AND worried about my sheets!


May 17, 2010

Well I'll be!

Thanks for stopping by!  Today is my special day....I'm the featured blogger on SITS!  YAHOO!!!  YIPPEE!!!  ZANG!!!  Ok, so I'm not really sure what Zang means, but it seemed like a natural progression.

As my profile says, I'm a 30-something single LDS gal living in Utah.  It's a pretty great place to be...6 months out of the year.  When it's not WINTER!  We just had snow 2 weeks ago for pity's sake!

I'm not a mommy blogger like lots of the SITS gals are, though with 2, and often 3, dogs in the house, I  haven't had a private bathroom trip in 3 years.  So I can relate ladies!

And now the fun (I hope) begins.  Linky lous to my past blogs.  Wanna get to know me better?  Well I could spout a bunch of details, but this post will tell you 15 things about me that you may or may not want to know.

Living in Utah is not without it's trials.  I have recently been a victim of "fowl" play.  Yes, I have a stalker.  Read all the sordid details here and here.  After much intense therapy I think I will get through this horrible ordeal.

As a single gal in my almost 40s (shhhhhhhhhh) I occasionally get calls from those do-gooder friends that think I should join them in their marital bliss.  Um, no thanks.  With my options dwindling and experiences like the blind date from hell, you can see why I'm happy to stay single.

I used to be an amazing baker, but recently I've had more baking disasters than baking wins.  Ha!  Tricked you on that one!

I could go on and on about myself, but I don't want to be selfish. Let's talk about you.  What do you think about me?  :)

Thank you again for stopping by.  I hope you take the time to read more of my blog.  Some of favorites are in the early days like my several letters to inanimate objects and my lengthy list of, well, lists.

And thanks to Heather and Tiffany at SITS...what an amazing community of awesome bloggers they have put together.  I have met so many wonderful ladies that I know would be my besties if we met in real life!

May 14, 2010

Feel Good Friday

* I did not write this.  I wish I had.  Sadly I am not often inspirational.  However I agree wholeheartedly with its message.

For the past few days, while I tried to enjoy one of the greatest golf tournaments in the world, all I was entertained with was the Tiger Woods show. As soon as one golfer would hit a tee shot or make a putt, it seemed that the next view would be that of Tiger Woods. Tiger Woods just missing a putt that would have put him in contention with the other golfers. Tiger Woods hooking his drive which showed how his time off had hurt his game.
Tiger Woods trying to "respect" the game. How it seemed that the Tiger was able to put his past transgressions behind him and was able to concentrate on the job at hand. It just kept going on and on about Tiger this and Tiger that.

On the other hand, a little miracle was occurring at the Masters; one golfer just kept smiling. He smiled if he made a good drive, or if he made a bad drive. He smiled if he made a 50 foot putt or missed a 5 foot putt.
As he walked between holes, he smiled and shook hands with the crowd. He never cursed a bad stoke or blamed another person for a miss. All he did was smile.

Why would Phil Mickelson be smiling? Here was a man whose wife has breast cancer. Here was a man whose mother has breast cancer. Here is a man who rather than allow his wife and mother to fight this battle by them-selves, took time off from the PGA tour to be with them. Here was a man that returned to the game he loved when his wife ordered him to. Here was a man, who was so glad for the miracle that was happening as his wife moved closer to a cure, that he rewarded her oncologist by allowing him to be his guest caddy at last week's golf tournament. This move, which could have cost Mickelson thousands of dollars in purse money, was his gift to a man he knew he could never thank enough for what he had given to him. During the last round today, Phil's wife was staying in their hotel room since she was still weak from the chemo treatments she is receiving. Phil did not know as he walked up to the 18th tee that his wife would be there. All Phil did was smile. He smiled at the crowd, he smiled to the TV audience, smiled to God. After his last putt found the bottom of the hole, he hugged his caddy and others and walked to the scorer's shack. He then gave the biggest smile of the whole four days. He saw his wife, and even in the midst of thousands of people, it seemed that only two where there.

Today I am going to smile. I am going to smile if it is nice weather or bad. I am going to smile at the driver who honks his horn at me, or the driver who cuts me off. I am going to smile if I get the order or not. And when the day is done, I am going to save my biggest smile for the person who makes me complete. Then I am going to look to the heavens and give thanks for being able to smile.

Thanks Phil! God bless you and your family. And keep on smiling!

May 12, 2010

Please help baby Hailey's family

Hello all,

Please go to this blog today and bid on her silent auction.  The proceeds go to a family who lost their baby girl to SIDS when she was only a couple of months old.  They cannot afford a headstone for her grave.  It is very sad and touching, and amazing that their sister has put this together.

Hailey Angel Silent Auction

I will be bidding on the birthday plate...I think it's so darling!

May 3, 2010

Have you ever had one of those days....

....when you over sleep and finally get up 14 minutes before you are supposed to leave for work? And you put on a new shirt and inspect yourself in the mirror, thinking you look pretty cute? And somehow your hair still has some of the curl in it from yesterday so you just throw a pretty flower clip in it to finish off the look. And you leave the house feeling pretty lucky that you are such a goddess that you don't even need to put any effort in to looking good for the day?

Then as you are walking in to work you catch a glimpse of yourself in the semi-mirrored doors and something looks a little off? You walk in to the elevator with mirrored walls (why is everything at my work mirrored!!) and you look like you ate an entire humpback whale for breakfast even though all you really had was a bowl of Kashi cereal with soy milk and 1   2  3 cookies?  And you see the back of your hair and realize that what you thought were soft curls actually resemble knotted mouse nests?

Somehow you make it to the bathroom just to confirm that the elevator mirrors were really just fun house mirrors from the carnival...and you realize that you look like the female equivalent to the Elephant Man?

You take a deep breath, tell yourself you can do this, put your shoulders back, chest out and suck in your gut as far as you can because you know you have to make it past that guy's office that  you work with that used to be a model and even though you think he's a major jack hole you don't want him to think Shamu just swam by his office?

PLEASE tell me you've had one of those days....and that it's not just me?? 

I think I need another cookie.