I'm honestly going to miss it...A lot

My last day of work is coming up and I am very sad. Now who will I play basketball with? Who will I get all my hip slang from? Who will teach me about SLC gangs? Who will yell "f*** you!" and "B@#$&!" to me? Now who will teach me bad words in Spanish? Now who will talk incisively to me about zombies, guns and knives?

Craft Lake City

I'm going to be in the craft lake city this year! Come! Come! come!

text from my mom

"Warning don't go see cowboys and aliens. After peeing my pants I pulled my shirt over my eyes and laid on the floor"

She gets scared easily.

The Bible: a book review

After months of reading, I finally finished The New Testament; again. I love the four gospels the most. I'd like to learn more about Peter, he's my type of guy. He's was a passionate person who LOVED the savior. I like that.

Paul seems nice enough, he was into writing letters, being imprisoned and such.

Revelations is confusing.

Why does the end of the new testament say "The End"? I find that funny. Maybe they just put it there so people would have a sense of completion after reading so much.

All in all I feel very blessed for being Christian. I am very grateful for the continual blessings I receive and for the kittens.

Clear eyes, full hearts,

can't lose.

CATrastrophe in the Cinema

I love going to movies. The whole thing is such an event. Sneaking in candy, being mad at how much tickets cost, sitting in a large dark room letting yourself get caught up in the cheesy romance or action. And the previews! Oh the previews!! I just love it. But some one out there is trying to ruin OUR movie experience! And I'm pissed. Everyone knows you go to the movie on time to see the previews. The previews set the mood, and often when it comes to Nicholas Cage movies they're better than the movies themselves. Some idiot in the higher ups in Megaplex Theaters has decided to neglect fully dimming the lights during previews. Whoa whoa whoa, NO DIM ON THE LIGHTS? We want the full experience! Turn the lights completely off you nimwits! If people come in late and can't see that's their own damn fault. Plus they can use whatever version of the iphone they have to light their way to their seat.

And it get's worse. I don't want to push anyone into an episode of depression, but it gets worse. Stay strong and read on. After they're done showing the previews in the well lit theater they show TWO local commercials. How can one get into the movie watching mood when we can still see everything around you and then these local commercials throw you back into the reality of being in Utah and completely destroyed the movie experience!!! I shant go to a movie again... at full price. BLAH.

I digress.

Real nice day

I went riding with Van and Beau after work today. Image me on my little 150cc scooter with awkwardly straight poster next to Van and Beau on their 1000cc bullet bikes. This outing up'ed my street cred, even at the sacrifice of Van and Beau's reputation (which I truly appreciate). I just kept laughing and giggling at what this look like to others.

(this was the best picture I got. That's Beau's leg, my scooter, and Van's tire)


I'm also watching my dad's house while he's out of town. He's got lots of animals, which I love. I walked these little guys after I fed the donkey, buffalo, and zebra.

(Sophi, Bugsy and Tex)

Someone Tell Dave Stevens

Dousing a jacket in cologne and leaving it behind may work for the average guy and although I am flattered by this leave-behind gesture, I expect more from a man of his stature. Dave Stevens is not average. The guy works at Goldman Sachs and works out to p90x EXTREME and on the weekend works the pole under the stripper name of Gold Man's Sacks.

At this rate Dave, you're not getting your jacket back.

Editor and chief

I want to write more. Maybe just random thoughts about my love for cats, maybe short stories, or maybe tales of how one of the sweet sweet kids I work with told me to f@#$ off. The point is, I've got things to say. I know what you're thinking, "You've got unlimited cell minutes with your mom just tell her." Well you know what?! Sometimes she's hard to get a hold of.

Now the main concern- How can I write and convey content if I "don't know how to spell" and "don't know or embraces all the rules of English grammar?" The answer is easy, (and no I'm talking about young naive girls who just met Austin Rory Hackett). I'm talking about Austin Rory Hackett. My now hired and official blog editor. (Austin I was really serious on the phone last night about you edited my blog). So anytime something is misspelled, doesn't flow, or is boring, it is not my fault. It is now Austin's fault.

OH HAZZAH! HAZZAH!

Note that I have since fired Austin Rory Hackett and hired a more timely and reliable editor, Megan Murdock. But still everything I do wrong is Austin's fault.

Dream I had

I had this crazy dream where I lived in a small hip hair salon. My living situation consisted of a bed off in a side room where product would normally be displayed. In this dream I was content with my living situation- it was very cheap for New York rent (yes, it was in a mall in New York) and I got great hair advice. As long as I wasn't home during business hours I had no problems with the stylists. One morning, as I was about my daily routine of brushing my teeth and washing my face, Nancy tells me I can no longer use the salon restrooms or shower. I was okay with having no place to shower but, I was pissed I had no place to wash my face (got my priorities straight). I went back to my make shift room frustrated, I found an additional bed in my room and three Asian girls- Irene Kim, Grace Kim and Sue Kim (I was going to use the names of famous Asian women, but it turns out there aren't any besides Kim Jong il). "Oh are you my new roommates? How much are you paying for rent" I ask one of the girls. It turns out just one of them was my roommate and she was paying nothing for rent. I felt a little ripped off. Yes, my rent was only $350 dollars and the location was ideal, right next door to a hot dog on a stick, but why was new roommate paying nothing? Her answer- "tie to the runner". In my dream this answer made perfect sense, and maybe in reality it does too.

I woke up feeling overly grateful that I had a bed room all to myself with no Asians any where around. I was also grateful Paula let me use the water for my daily hygiene needs.