The Fashion Police

I must dress weird.  I don’t think I do, but I must because I sure get a lot of comments about my outfits.  Which to be honest totally makes my day, only because the comments are coming from random men that work at the City.  And I am not talking about the “oh you look nice comments”, I am talking about them critiquing my clothes.  The other day I was wearing my pointy toe shoes, and yeah they really are pointy, but I was over at the fire station when one of the commanders looks at my shoes and says, “wow you could totally kill bugs in corners with those” hahaha!  I totally could too.  He even went on to demonstrate that his shoes couldn’t fit in the corner, but that mine would be perfect for cockroaches.  I will definitely have to keep that in mind next time I run across a bug in a corner. 


Just the other day I was down at our Parks Department and I was wearing a red shirt with a white jacket and a pair of jeans.  As I was going around the room handing out papers one of the guys I hardly know at all says, “you are wearing red white and blue, that is festive, but it’s almost Thanksgiving, shouldn’t you be wearing that outfit in the summer instead?” he was serious too!  I get comments on my jewelry, my hair, my purses.  You would think it would make me stop wearing certain things, but it doesn’t.  Sometimes I love to buy and wear new things, just to see how long it takes to get a new critique.  I have my own built in fashion police, it’s great.

Happy Thanksgiving

Fall reflections

This will be my last post for a few days because tomorrow morning I will be driving a mind numbing 8 hours to my in-laws. I know that 8 hours isn’t really that long, but holy smokes it is long to me. I will have my laptop and lots of DVD’s to watch to help me not whine at John so much. He loves it when I whine about how long and boring it is to drive across a wind blown prairie. We will eat Thanksgiving dinner in Idaho and after dinner we are going up to Star Valley to see my family for a little while. I am super excited because on Friday I am doing some family pictures for the family of Sweet Baby T and Little Miss T, the cute cousins I took pictures of this year. It should be a blast. If anyone else wants pictures on Friday just send me an e-mail at Have a great weekend everyone!


Monday Night Confessions

I am 28 years old, and I sleep with a blanky.  Not only that, but my current blanket that I have to sleep with is one that I totally swiped from my 3 year old niece.  She has like 50, so I just took the one I liked the best, but don’t worry, I didn’t take her favorite one.  Here’s the thing, it’s not that I have to sleep with this one blanket, but I have to sleep with some small blanket, I don’t care which one.  I need to have something by my face when I go to sleep and I can’t do that with my big covers because it just doesn’t work with 2 people sharing them.  So yeah I sleep with a ratty blanket. The End.


All Done

I am done with my Christmas decorating.  I am early because I will be gone from home most of the next 2 weeks so I had to get it done this weekend or it never would have happened.  I have a love-hate thing with decorating.  I love having Christmas decorations up.  They make me feel all warm and gooey and happy, but I’m not going to lie, I absolutely hate putting them up.  It seems like such a pain for only a month, just to rip them down when I am done and carefully wrap them up and store them for another year.  But when I was a kid it was the best!  Nothing beat putting up Christmas decorations. 


My mom is an amazing decorator, and has always had boxes and boxes of decorations for every holiday.  We would beg her for weeks to put up decorations, and when she finally caved it was almost as good as Christmas morning itself.  I would eagerly look through all the boxes for my favorite ornaments, lift them gently out of the box and admire them like they were little pieces of gold; some magic treasure that had been hidden away for a long 12 months.  I loved finding all of my decorations that I made in school in years past and picking out just the right spot to hang them on the tree.  


With 7 kids my mom was so brave to let us all help out.  She could have gone the easy way and always decorated while we were gone to school, it would have been so much easier, but she didn’t.  Finding my stocking was always fantastic too because it was made by my Grandma Delsa.  It was just plain red felt with my name cut out in block white felt letters.  In our house my mom has a large mantel with 2 perfect scroll hooks at each end.  These of course were the perfect place to hang a stocking, but again with 7 people it was always a fight to see who got to hang their stocking on the hooks.  


Once all the decorations were up, I would stare in awe and wonder.  Even now, once I am finally done putting up all of my decorations I have to make sure that my living room is spotless, and I will turn off all the lights except for the tree and just sit in the quiet and look at how pretty it all looks, and think about how the pain of getting everything out was all worth it.


I Swear I Don’t Make This Stuff Up

Ok so last week at work we had this really boring guy come in and talk to us about retirement.  And since I am the party planner for events like this I was in charge of the treats.  Well not so much in charge, but basically I buy treats to try and bribe people to come.  No joke, I do.  I have honestly called people from different departments and tried to entice them with cookies, sometimes it actually works too. 

The day of the event I had forgotten about buying anything at the store and since John and I had carpooled to work that day I had only one option, which was to walk down town to this little bakery we have here.  It was a little chilly, not too terrible, so I put on my sweater/cardigan thing, my scarf and a little pair of red gloves.  By the time I got to the Bakery my hair was a wind blown disaster and I won’t lie, I was a little cold. 

I open the door and did a quick survey of the place.  I always do this, I have this bizarre need to check it all out first, see where people are sitting and make sure that I walk as far away from them as I can, I check out the people to see if I know any of them, and of course you have to see how many people stop what they are doing to stare at you when you walk in.  I do the same thing, I always stare at people when they walk in, I should really stop doing that.  So first thing that I notice is this weird man sitting at the very front table, right next to the cash register.  Great I thought to myself, something weird is going to happen.  Do you ever just get a weird feeling, like you KNOW that something is off, and it’s going to be an odd encounter?  I do. 

Up to the cash register I go.  I am second in line so I am patiently waiting my turn, and trying to look really busy picking out cookies, because I just knew this homelessishman was going to say something to me because I could feel him staring at me.  I didn’t even look his way, I tried to keep my head turned the other direction.  I even started fumbling around in my purse trying to look preoccupied.  Homelessish guy saw right through this charade. 

HG:  Where is your coat?
Me:  I have my sweater, see?
HG:  It is cold outside, you need a coat.
Me:  I have my scarf and my gloves, so I am pretty good thanks though.

Finally it is my turn to order, I let out a sigh of relief because surely this man would see that I was busy now and wouldn’t bother me anymore.  Wrong, I am always wrong!

HG:  You want to know what I was always told when I was a kid?
Me:  What?
HG:  That you should always wear a coat when you go outside.
Me:  Ummm.

Ok so now I am back to ordering again.  Ok he has got to get the hint, I am totally not even engaging him at all.  He must stop talking to me, he must, I am starting to sweat with nervousness by now.  I whip out my company card to pay for the first batch of goods and hand it over to the overly pierced, very obvious cutter gal behind the counter.  The next thing I know, this man has jumped up and is now standing RIGHT next to me, we are mere inches away from rubbing shoulders.  I gasped and took a step to the side, not wanting to be totally rude, but still trying to maintain my space. 

HG:  Can I ask you a question?
Me: Ummm…..
HG: How do you keep your hair so shiny and pretty and not tangled.
Me: Ummm….
HG: I have always wanted to ask people that, but I have never dared until you walked in
Me: Ummm…..
HG: I mean look at mine, it always gets in big tangles, see (shows me his long ratted hair)
Me:  I pretty much use conditioner on my hair, oh yeah and I brush it, A LOT.
HG:  I wash mine too
Me:  Yeah but do you use conditioner when you wash it?
HG:  No
Me:  I put mine in a ponytail too if it gets too snarly
HG:  What kind of conditioner do you use?
Me:  Biolage
HG:  Where do you get that?  I guess I should get me some, where do you get yours at?
Me:  The beauty Saloon.

The whole time I am hiding my credit card so he can’t see my name and number because he was staring down at my card the whole time, it was so weird.  I was so glad when those bakery girls finished my order so I could get out of there.  Am I the only one who has odd things like this happen?

YW Lesson #43 Associations With Others


This is a good lesson this week, and I think it will be a fun thing to talk about.  It will be fun to listen to everyone’s perspectives on the topics.  Since I read my lesson last week I just couldn’t get boxes out of my head, weird I know.  But it has now all come together.  I am going to talk about not boxing others out of our lives, and not boxing ourselves in.  I want the girls to learn to go outside of their comfortable boxes and try to expand themselves and grow themselves, while sharing their talents with others.  I want to let them know that when they choose to box themselves in that at the same time they are boxing others out. 

For my handout I went to the dollar store, and over in their wedding section they had these perfect little boxes.  You can get a pack of 8 for $1.00, what a total bargain.  Then I bought the Treasures candy to go inside.  I topped it off with my handout which reads:

“Don’t box yourself in and others out.  Open your hearts and share your ‘treasures’ with others.  “For all have not every gift given unto them, for there are many gifts, and to every man is given a gift by the Spirit of God” D&C 46:11.


Please take a minute and visit my friend Wendy’s adoption blog.  They are trying to adopting their 2nd baby and it would mean a lot if you would check it out and pass it on to anyone you know!  Wendy, Spencer & Roman 


Click here for a link to the lesson: YW Lesson #43 

Click here for the link to the handout: association-with-others-small1

Click here for my link on Sugardoodle: Don’t box yourself in



Good luck with your lessons everyone!  I hope these handouts can help.


Back in college I used to work at this place called The Bay.  It was a dance club (not that kind of dance club) it was one for kids 18 and older.  They didn’t serve alcohol, so it was a fun place for young college kids to go.  Well I got this job from a friend of mine who worked at my “real job” with me.  I had a really great full time job working for the state, but I was the youngest person working there, and it didn’t really fill all my social, fun, 18 year old out to have a good time needs.  So I got a second job, a part time night job working at The Bay, all while going to school full time too.   

I was sure this was going to be my ticket to a great time.  I mean how could it not be.  I tell you what I became instantly popular over night because of my 2 person a night guest list I was allowed.  This meant that I could get 2 people in for free each and every night.  So when all you are friends with are really bored, really poor college kids, your phone number gets passed along.  Thanks to Jason and Denim I had total strangers calling me begging to get on my guest list.  That was of course when they didn’t already have dibs called on it.  This power came in handy on more than one occasion.  I was able to get so much free stuff from people it was hilarious, treats, trinkets, dinners, you name it, and all over a $4 cover charge.

I was so nervous for my first big night of work.  I agonized all day over what stylish outfit I was going to wear.  I tried on dozen of things before settling on a new pair of light beige pants, a blue shirt, and some great new tan shoes that made me a good 3 inches taller than my already tall 5’8″, and my short hair was perfectly ratted and big.  I looked hot.  After one last check in my mirror, and wishes of good luck from my roommates I headed out.  By the time I got to The Bay the butterflies in my stomach were going wild, but I of course couldn’t let anyone there know that.  I played it really calm and cool.  I was cool.  Tiffany was the gal who met me there and showed me around to my post.  Coat check.  That’s right, I was working coat check.  Ok coat check is still cool, I am still cool, The Bay is cool, I am cool.  Coat check is no problem.  I followed Tiffany to the back of the building where she started going down stairs.  Great, coat check is in the basement, you have got to be kidding me I thought to myself.  Oh well I am cool, this is still cool I kept telling myself.  So like the cool girl that I am I nonchalantly headed down the stairs after Tiffany.  

I made it down about the first 2 stairs before my new shoes got the better of me.  I rolled down the last 8 or 9.  Still wanting to be cool I hurried and jumped up, and tried to brush myself off, only to discover that my new light beige pants were forever ruined from the stairs that had never been mopped.  I instantly burst out laughing, I mean I laughed at myself until I started crying.  Tiffany the weirdo didn’t even laugh at all.  I mean who doesn’t laugh at something that funny?  It was funny too.  As soon as she left me alone in the scary coat check closet in the basement I instantly called my roommate Missy and told her because I knew that she would laugh with me, and she didn’t disappoint. 

Thus started my long and illustrious career at The Bay.  I eventually worked my way up to the front desk gal who sat on her butt reading her school books and taking money.  But that is for another post.

Monday Night Confessions

  • Last week at step class I worked my butt off.
  • I hate working my butt off.
  • I hate sweating my butt off even more.
  • But I did it, I got through it, you want to know what my motivation was?  It might have had something to do with the fact that I had this piece of chocolate cake waiting for me when I got home. 
  • cake
  • I totally ate it, and I didn’t even feel bad after.   
  •  Can someone remind me why I am going to step class again?