Wednesday, March 31, 2010

The Launch Sequence Has Been Activated

Yesterday was Mr. Thompson's birthday, right?

He turned 41, right?

So imagine our surprise when he got carded at the grocery store last night when he went to buy....rootbeer.

Root. Beer.

As in rootbeer floats.

For his birthday.

He's 41.

So when he was asked for his ID, he laughingly said "you're kidding, right?!".

Ummmm....No. The young cashier wasn't kidding. At. All.

Didn't even crack a smile.

Which made Mr. Thompson curse as he was fishing for his drivers license.

Because he's 41.

And he was buying rootbeer.

Root. minus the beer.

Thank you Smith's cashier. You have now successfully launched my two year plan to get out of Utah.

Monday, March 29, 2010

Mid Life = Crisis

It's official.

The myth of the "mid-life crisis" no myth at all.

It's real.

and it strikes with a vengeance with men when they hit....oh say....


How do I know?

Because this is what Mr. Thompson wants for his birthday tomorrow.

Dead serious.

Audi TT Roadster...and he's convinced he's going to get it.

Even offered me a pink scooter as a consolation prize.


Something to think about.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Dog-Gone It!

It's happened.

Mr. Thompson has been worried since we gave Meka (chocolate lab #2) away to a new family that we would come home one day and find her tied to the pillar on our front porch with a lawsuit attached.

Knowing that she was full of energy and that she needed the "right" family situation (that we couldn't provide the little demon) we worked hard to find her a good family (being 100% honest with them about what they were getting). Rich older people from Park City who were very acquainted with energetic chocolate labs (they've had them for 25 years) seemed like the perfect solution.

Not quite.

Here's what was in my inbox yesterday....

Hi Aaron and JaLae --

We have a dilemma. After 8 weeks with Meka, we have come to the conclusion that she will not be able to live with our cat. Our cat dearly loved our old dog, and we did not even consider that Meka and the cat would not be able to co-exist. We believe we have done everything humanly possible to bring them together, yet Meka is distressed and aggressive with the cat, and the cat is extremely upset as well. We have separated them completely now, yet Meka continues to fret and whine at the barrier.

Three different trainers/vets have recommended numerous solutions, none of which has worked even slightly. We do not wish to use a shock collar or drugs with Meka, yet the situation has become hard to bear for all of us. Meka is unhappy and distressed, and we have to face the fact that we cannot provide the home for her that we thought we could.

We intend to find a new placement for Meka, but wanted you to have a say in that process. Would you like us to return her to you? Did you receive other inquiries about her in February that you wish to pursue? Or would you prefer that we proceed on our own?

We have really worried about this decision, but are now convinced Meka would be much happier in another, less stressful home. Please let us know your thoughts.

L & J

Can we say, HELL NO! That dog is not coming back. We've had peace for the first time in a year and although I feel bad.....Mr. Thompson is more adamant than me that she isn't coming back.


So much for him crying over the fact that I gave his dog away.... (now I just have to keep her away!)

Friday, March 26, 2010

Friday Night Leftovers

Yet one more reason to love Fridays.....

TGIF! Here's this week's wrap up:

1. Polished off the last box of Girl Scout Cookies just to get them out of the house. After looking at the calorie counter on the treadmill...I got off, crawled into bed and pulled the covers over my head. I'll have to walk for a week straight to get rid of those damn Tagalongs...

2. I love spring and all it's weather whiplash. Sunny 68 degrees one day....1 inch of snow the next. But hey - my tulips have broken ground. Viva la Spring!

3. Ever taken progesterone for a week straight? It's bound to make a demon out of the best of us! (Sorry Mr. Thompson....)

4. Health care debate? Not going to join in. Nope. Not. Gonna. Do. It.

5. I'd rather just feed my non-controversial blog addiction. Peeps + Comments = World Peace

6. Put a sign on Mr. Thompson's computer at work today which read: "I married Mr. Right. I just didn't realize that his first name was Always". (love the man dearly but....he's a man!)

7. Had an amazing experience this week. I signed up to clean the Oquirrh Mountain Temple on Wednesday night from 10pm - midnight. Confession: after a long workday...vacuuming until midnight wasn't exactly my idea of a good time. But I went because I gave my commitment. Fast forward to the amazing part......only 4 people out the 20 who signed up actually made it. My responsibility was to vacuum and clean the entire third floor by myself. In my church, we believe that our temple is a sacred place so imagine what it felt like to be there by myself. After we were done cleaning the two night staff encouraged us to explore and mediate in rooms by ourselves for as long as we wanted. I stayed until well past 2:00am...doing exactly that...which is exactly what I needed. Eat. Pray. Love (which is a great book by the way).

8. On April 3rd (next Saturday) it will be two years since we "lost" Colton. Realized as I meditated at el templo that I haven't "lost" anything. Being a mother to an angel is a pretty amazing thing. After two really long years of grief....I finally think I can feel the peace and beauty of it all. It was a huge breakthrough for me. HUGE.

9. Mr Thompson is going to be 41 on Tuesday. Unfortunately, I blew all my money at Costco (would someone PLEASE explain how you get out of that place without spending at least $150 more than you planned on?!). So.....I need some good (cheap) birthday ideas for my #1 guy. S.O.S. (can you see my smoke signal? send help please...)

There you have it. Enjoy the weekend and visit Danifred and join the FNL fun! Remember....comments are like hugs!

Thursday, March 25, 2010

I Dreamed A Dream

I have been having some wacky dreams lately. They usually involve standing up on a box and playing my bagpipes.

I'm no dream interpreter but this is what my dream book told me (which I got when my college roommate and I tried to sharpen our psychic abilities):

To hear pleasing music from a bagpipe, signifies good fortune and contentment.
To hear unpleasing music from a bagpipe, signifies that misfortune will head your way. (uh "music" can technically be considered as unpleasant according to Mr. Thompson and my neighbors....)

To see a box in your dream, signifies your instinctual nature and destructive impulses. Alternatively, you may be trying to preserve and protect some aspect of yourself. The box may also symbolize your limitations and restrictions. Consider the pun of "being boxed in". (uh oh...I'm claustrophobic...)

To dream that you are standing, suggests that you are asserting yourself and making your thoughts and feelings known. Be proud. You need to make a "stand". Alternatively, the dream means that you are detached from your surroundings.

Put it together and what do I have?.....

I'm destructive, detatched and headed for misfortune.

No es bueno. I think I need a second opinion...

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Miss Miami

I got a message from one of my favorite people today.

Miss Miami.

We met 4 1/2 years ago on a hurricane assignment. First came "Katrina"....then came "Rita"....then I went to Miami for vacation with "Wilma".

That's where I met Miss Miami (who's a grandmother by the way).

Have you ever met someone that you immediately and genuinely liked within the first...oh say...two seconds....of meeting them?

That's how I felt (feel) about Miss Miami.

She told me at least 500 times a day that she was going to slap me (or "lap" if you are speaking in her rich Cuban accent) and she was about as insubordinate as anyone has ever been to me on a disaster assignment...but we laughed the entire three weeks.

Stressed out of our minds....and we were laughing like two drunk fools.

Because after Katrina and New Orleans - I was on vacation! (in the plastic surgery and thong capitol of the world)

She helped put me there.

We've stayed in contact over the years because like me, she is a political junkie. Actually, Miss Miami goes beyond junkie. She is an outright extreme activist. I swear on my life that she...and she alone... swung the vote in Florida for Obama.

Because she is Miss Miami.

...and I love that she has the urge to call me every time that something historical happens. She screams "YES WE CAN!" and I laugh the entire time.

Because I haven't stopped since I had the pleasure of meeting her.

Viva la Vida.

Monday, March 22, 2010

When In Rome...

Remember that old bet that Mr. Thompson made me...about not being able to reach 100 peeps (followers)?

Yeah, well....although he's forgotten about that bet (does that mean I technically won by default?)...that number still taunts me.


I know I have more peeps than that.



Speaking of Mr. Thompson, it is his birthday next Tuesday. He'll be 41. Any ideas?


Saturday, in addition to yard work, we took an evening drive to Cabelas. I don't know how it happened but before I knew it, I was.... shopping.

Yes, you heard me right.


When in Rome, do as the Romans, right?!

You are not, however, supposed to become a Roman! Which is exactly what I did when I forgot my PETA membership.

At the gun counter.

When...I was slipped some GHB and put into a trance by a cute little revolver called "Lady Smith".

Simple explanation of defense: It was shiny object and shiny objects distract me. (especially when they have pretty little cherry wood handles).

Before I knew it... Mr. Cabalas was taking her out of the I grabbed her and pointed her towards the ground like I knew what I was doing....aiming....and then I pulled the trigger....and felt a thrill of excitement.

Like I was an outlaw.

I think Mr. Cabelas asked me if I was going to keep her concealed in my purse, and I found myself nodding. (like I said - I was slipped GHB!)

Then I found myself saying, "I want that one. I want Lady Smith. She's the one".

And Mr. Thompson beamed.

Actually beamed.

Like he was falling madly in love with me -

A Roman Soldier.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

In The Quiet Of Time

Today I've been really thinking about something my dear friend said to me this week. She knew that I was on Day 50 and anxiously awaiting news from my Reproductive Endocrinologist. After telling her about my disappointment she said...."JaLae, sometimes we find our answers in the quiet of time."

In the "quiet of time".

I like that. I've been pondering that phrase for almost a week trying to figure out what it means to me. Today, I got my "ah ha" moment.

Perhaps this journey that I'm on is less about fertility...and more about faith.

There - I said it.

Let me say it again...

This is really about faith (or rather - how I need more of it).

Wow - that's big. Which is exactly why I think that I've been getting a big fat "F" on this test since I sat down to take it.

I've struggled... I've been weary.... and I've prayed - oh how I've prayed. Yet, I don't think that I've fully recognized that in the darkest moments...I was not alone.

Because, I'll be honest, I've felt very alone.

What I need to do is be still and lift up my head.

Answers come in the quiet of time.

With faith.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Goodbye Winter - Hello Spring

Today is the first day of Spring and I embraced it with open and anxious arms.

After yesterday's snowy squall, it was a pleasant surprise to wake up this morning with the sun shining in my face. What felt even more wonderful was that I was able to just lay there and soak it all in. Before I even got out of bed I determined that I was going to make the most out of the day by doing one of my favorite things - digging in the dirt.

Sunshine + Saturday = Yard Work

Actually, before I could get to the actual "yard work" I had to uncover the yard. Dog + Winter = Backyard Toilet

Not cool. But I love Mr. Thompson...who loves his dog....which left me no choice.

Two hours later (yes - it really took me that long to pick up dog presents!) I was able to lean against my shovel and dream of grandeur for my dead lawn and demolished garden spot.

My dad is a farmer which makes me...a farmer's daughter. He is so proud of me with this bagpipe gig but I know that I'd really rock his socks off if I learned how to actually plant something (and keep it alive)!

I'm up for the challenge.

So I raked the lawn, cleaned up and tilled the flowerbeds, picked up rocks out of the garden and prepped the patio for the BBQ and furniture.

I also determined that I am going to build a litter box and train Mr. Thompson's beloved dog to do her business in one specific area in the farthest corner of the yard. Is that possible? I don't know... but come hell or high water, I'm going to try!

I thought I was going to burst with pride when I saw my little tulips breaking through the ground.

Hello Spring! It's soooo good to see you again.

(all gardening advise and suggestions welcome!)

Friday, March 19, 2010

Friday Night Leftovers


Here's your leftovers....

1. Started the week off with a pregnancy test. Been scared to death to do it for two weeks because I kinda...sorta....dare-I-say....enjoyed?... the hope. While it lasted. The disappointment....not so much.

2. Tried to cry but got tough love from Mr. Thompson. Serious. Tough. Love.

3. Took a 120 question leadership quiz at work and rated really high on "Emotional Stability". Take that tough love!

4. Got threatened with "defamation" by a person who doesn't even know what "defamation" really means....

5. Got threatened with "insinuation" by the same person. If you know me, I don't insinuate anything. I just says it.... (which leads me to believe that this person doesn't know what "insinuate" means either)

6. Had a great couple over for dinner. I cooked without killing anyone! Yay.

7. Now limiting my TV time to the news and The Marriage Ref. Nothing else worth it. (Am I the only one in love with Tom Papa and disappointed with American Idol, Biggest Loser, etc?)

8. Ever heard about the secret menu at In and Out Burger?I kind of made a faux pas and got "animal style" confused with...something else. Thanks to Mr. Thompson everyone at work knows about it. I get notes passed to me during meetings. He's lucky I'm so emotionally stable (and don't kill him in his sleep)!

9. Increased my time on the treadmill and learning to love life again. I'm happy about that. Life is too good to be even sorta sad. (don't cha' think?).

Viva la Vida!

Want to join the Friday Night Leftover fun? Visit Danifred (who has a great blog - by the way!).

Thursday, March 18, 2010

10 Reasons Why I Will Not Be On The Biggest Loser

  1. 100 pounds? Seriously? okay...I don't have that much weight to lose...
  2. To directly quote Mr. Thompson, "hell no you're not going to embarrass our family...and besides, you're not that fat!"...
  3. Katie Jo and Holly are way better than Jillian and Bob....
  4. Three Friends...One Goal is more motivating (or rather it could be if anybody would actually write a post)...
  5. I would be forced to quit my job and I kinda like my job...
  6. This season really isn't that good...
  7. I would probably yell back...
  8. My treadmill will be kinder to me than the one on the show...
  9. I wouldn't be able to blog and y'all know that I love to blog...
  10. I'm not a loser...I'm a winner!

okay. thank you. goodbye.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Biggest Loser

Biggest Loser is in town and doing a casting call on Saturday.

I'm going.

Mr. Thompson laughed and told me that I'm not big enough (thanks!)... but I'm still going.

I need an intervention...

and it has "Jillian" written all over it.

Cross your fingers and wish me luck!

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

When life is too hard to stand...KNEEL.

This was basically my prayer today. I'm probably going to get into trouble for it someday but it really is sincere so I don't think that technically it can be considered blasphemy...

Dear God,

I'm more fragile than you think so could pretty please not make me go 48 days again between cycles? It just leads to a lot of hope and then a dark empty place when the doctor calls to tell me "negative". I told myself not to even entertain the thought because I didn't want to be disappointed...again, yet my mind and my heart told me something different. They were wrong.

Send me some mercy please. I could use it.



p.s. I don't enjoy trying so hard not to cry during meetings so could you please tell that doctor not to call me during the weekday, most especially right before I walk into a room full of people? I don't think that "something in my eye" trick really fooled anyone...

Monday, March 15, 2010

Fertility Spelled F.U.N.!

Mr. Thompson is taking me on a vacation. He is ready to book Hawaii for October but I've proposed the following (and yes - these are real advertisements!)....

Tides Riviera Maya

"This luxury Mexican resort, close to Cancun, offers couples an ancient Mayan fertility ritual that begins with Xtabentum, a honey and anise-flavored liqueur that the Mayans used to induce a deeper connection to the divine. Once the liqueur is consumed, couples are wrapped in blankets of seeds, symbolizing fertility, and gently massaged while poetry and songs of love are chanted to the accompaniment of native drums..."

If he doesn't go for liqueur, seed blankets and love chants perhaps the following would be more his style....

Marco Island Marriott Beach Resort

"The Fertile Turtle package (that's really what it's called!) at this Florida resort is available from May through September, during the mating season of the sea turtle, a fertility symbol in some cultures. A couples massage with chaste berry - an Herb thought to increase fertility by balancing the sex hormones - is also included in the package, as is access to the spa's pool, sauna, and other amenities. Couples who conceive while on their visit will receive a complimentary three-night stay for a return visit...."

Not a fan of fertile turtles? Perhaps we could go to the Philippines for a three-day dance fest in May to join couples, farmers and fisherman who gather together to encourage fertility of all kinds - healthy babies, bountiful harvest and abundant fish-catching.

Or join the thousands who congregate in Edinburgh, Scotland, every April 30th for this wild, all night, fire-filled traditional Celtic fertility celebration. Hey - who needs chants when you have the bagpipes!

Wow - there are a lot of fertility answers out there that I might have to explore. This could actually be quite fun....

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Bliss Complete

I know it sounds a bit cliche...but I cry at weddings and funerals.

A lot.

So imagine me yesterday when one of my dearest friends got married. I was a wreck. An absolute wreck.

She smiled through the whole ceremony looking like an angel and there I was, behind her, dealing with a personal flood. Trying unsuccessfully not to mess up my mascara.

I couldn't help it. It was beautiful.

Simply beautiful.

And as I watched the joy in everyone around me I realized what kind of trade off I made when we went to Hawaii. That was our solution when it felt like it was going to turn into a big huge uncontrollable wedding. With mucho family and an entire company to invite...we wanted to keep our focus where our focus we ran away to the beach with a few family members in tow.

Don't get me wrong, it was breathtaking and beautiful. It just lacked one thing.

My friends and family.

There was every intention of sending out announcements to a big party when we got back - but life happened and the party didn't. More would come later but the "later" has proved longer than we thought. I've never, not once, regretted that.

But as I watched Noelle and Jason I realized that it wasn't about them - it was about all the people around them. All the love and the people who share in it.

Watching all her nieces and nephews reminded me of the sweet memories I have of being a little girl dancing around my aunt's wedding standing in awe of her white lace dress. I can still tell you what my mother looked like in Burgundy and how pretty she smelled.

And with those beautiful quilts hanging around the reception hall last night, I couldn't help but remember my mom, sisters, aunts, grandmothers and their friends gathered around quilting frames conversing and laughing together as they stitched a lot of stiches. Mormon women coming together in friendship with the preparation of my sisters weddings.

I missed that love.

I missed those moments.

Which is why I am so excited for this summer when I will go to the temple with Mr. Thompson making it forever (which is what we do in our religion). I'm incredibly proud of my him and the journey which has led us to this point. The wait has been worth it.

There we will be with all the people we love around us, including (hopefully) you. It will be bliss complete.

And heaven will smile.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Friday Night Leftovers

I'm beginning to love Fridays (even more!)

Here are your leftovers:

1. Just flew back from a business trip to Portland. It was lovely but rained the whole time. I'm thinking that instead of saying 90% chance of showers....they should just come out and say 10% chance of sunshine.

2. Ate Jambalaya last night in a swanky little restaurant under the bridge. Still don't like New Orleans - no matter how hard I try. (something to do with a hurricane and flood). I will say that this Jambalaya was a vast improvement of the last time I tried to eat it which was a hodge-podge of MRE (military Meals-Ready-to-Eat) that the cops put together hoping to make something a little more edible. Needless to say, it didn't work. I didn't think that MREs could get any worse....but they can.

3. Did I mention that my go-kart track time was 48.49 while my brothers was 50.14? I'm going to live on that high for a while. Sorry Cody...

4. A former employee called me on Wednesday to tell me that he had a "neat" dream about me and wanted to share it. I need to call him back. Curious minds like mine want to know...

5. Last time someone from the Red Cross told me that they had a dream about was my boss (who was a visionary Latina)....whom had been visited in the night by her dead best friend and told that I was killed in a car accident. My boss called me at 6:00am crying and begging me to be very careful on my way to work. When I arrived at the office I was greeted by our volunteer Disaster Chairman (who was also a cop) who promised to check up on me after Roxanna called him so upset. Needless to say....I hope that Lynn's dream was a little more "uplifting".

6. I missed my Mr. this week. Every night we are apart feels like an eternity. I love being in love with him.

7. In a meeting this week someone said, "success in relationships is when other people to see us as our dogs see us". Interesting thought which sorta makes sense. My dog is always happy to see me...provides unconditional extremely loyal....requires very little beyond a pat, dinner and a bone...and has an incredibly short memory so holding a grudge is impossible. Can the same be said for you? (bow wow)

8. Speaking of unconditional love....Because Nice Matters is getting married tomorrow. I love this girl and am blessed to call her my dear friend. I'm glad that she found a Mr. to make her so happy. Here's to a lifetime of happiness and beyond Noelle (pretend I'm raising my glass to you...) Jason is one lucky man.

9. I also got the awesome news this week that my cousin and his wife are expecting a little bundle of joy next month. Can't believe that they kept it under wraps for so long but I totally understand after they have had a number of losses (she hasn't been able to sustain pregnancy after 4 weeks due to a chromosome problem). I am sooooo blissfully happy for them and can't wait to have dinner with them next week.

10. Which got me thinking....if (big fat IF) we were blessed with another miracle.....would (should) I tell people right away or keep it a secret? For those of us who are "high risk" that's an important question. Personally, I don't know what I would do. On one hand, I would want to tell people right away because even one second of happiness and joy is better than none...but on the other hand, there are no guarantees in life and who wants to go through that publicly. Thoughts?

That about sums it up. Random leftovers this week but hope you enjoyed them. Viva la Vida!

(Want to join the Leftover fun? Go see Danifred to check it out.)

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Happy Birthday From The Fast Lane

Remember this kid?

In addition to being my Little Brother...he's my favorite person on this planet.

Today he turned 25.

He drove all the way from Idaho to spend it with moi, his favorite sister (and "money-penny").

Since I believe in birthdays...we've been celebrating since Saturday.

Oh what a celebration it's been.

And although Alta was glorious yesterday (Alta is always glorious even on the worst of days!), today it was the crown jewel in our birthday week crown.

We proudly proclaimed our Idaho'ness and went to Cabellas to buy birthday camo and then....

I surprised him with a trip to the speedway where we went go-kart racing.

It was 40 laps of pure, unaltered bliss.

At one point I thought...."it's his birthday so you should probably let him pass you...."

But I didn't.

I couldn't.

Because bragging rights were on the line.

And in Clan Wilson my brothers and I take our bragging rights... seriously.

Very seriously.

So let it be said - so let it be written....that while this kid might "occasionally" beat me down the slopes he can't come close to me on the race track.

Happy Birthday Little Brother.

May is coming quick so you better hurry up and tell everyone your secret or I'm going to let the cat out of the bag.....

I hold no prisoners on and off the track!

(p.s. I'm sorry I embarrassed you at the restaurant by making everyone sing to you, including all the older people...)

(p.s.s. Thanks for listening to me play the bagpipes all day. I promise that "Happy Birthday" will actually sound like "Happy Birthday" next year....)

(p.s.s.s. The pink scooter was a sign from heaven. I'm glad you finally see it my way. Now can you please sell it on your brother-in-law?)

Monday, March 8, 2010

Do-It-Your-Self...Or Not.

Let me be more specific. When I said that I needed help on how to change my 2nd story vaulted ceiling light bulbs....

These we were the one's that I was actually talking about. The tiny little light bulbs under the pretty little shades....

and no... the balcony isn't an option.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

The Way To A Man's Heart...

Romance (definition): a general term that refers to the attempt to express love with words or deeds.[1] It also refers to feelings of excitement associated with love.[2] In the context of romantic love relationships, romance usually implies an expression of one's love, or one's deep emotional desires to connect with another person.

Did you get that? I believe that definition said "attempt". Which is exactly what that beef stroganoff was.....

An attempt.

To show my love.

To express it.

By cooking.

Which gave us food poisoning and made us sick.

So much for romance and the old adage that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

It's not.

Even when it's masked under candlelight and fine china....

Friday, March 5, 2010

Friday Night Leftovers


Enjoy the Leftovers...

1. Robert de Brus told me this week that in order to become an "expert" on the bagpipes I have to practice over 10,000 hours. Watch out world. 10,000 hours is going to be mighty painful for you!

2. Although we have a very nice doctor...we're transferring to the Utah Center for Reproductive Medicine. It's supposed to be one of the nation's leaders in reproductive medicine including IVF. Expensive but good. Probably nuts for changing specialists at this point in the game feels right. Cross your fingers on our final treatment. Hope is a fragile thing.

3. The Marriage Ref is my new favorite show. Laughed so hard I had to get off the treadmill.

4. Speaking of treadmill, what's the secret to success? My treadmill and I have a love hate relationship and I'd like there to be more love...

5. Is it just me or does it feel like winter is never-ending this year? Bring on the spring! I'm ready to ditch the snow shovel for the lawn mower and dig in the dirt.

6. Told a bold face lie today when I was asked in a meeting (as an icebreaker) which reality TV show I would want to be on. Said Amazing Race because I didn't have enough guts to tell the truth with "Celebrity Rehab with Dr. Drew". Seriously....I'm addicted!

7. to change those light bulbs in the vaulted ceiling? One of my staff paid me a compliment last week by saying that I'm "highly educated", yet I can't figure out how to change those stinkin' light bulbs! Go figure.

8. Work has been really nuts the last little bit (okay - lot o' bit) and my blog has suffered. Still hoping to break 53 "peeps" so I'll try to get back on track and spice it up. Haven't felt so funny lately but this too shall pass. We might need to bring back Peter Cetera Appreciation Week for some more inspiration.

9. Got caught rocking out at a stoplight in the Red Cross car today. I was singing...."It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you now..." and I don't think the elderly gentleman in the car next to me quite got it. Oh well - Viva la Vida!

There you have it. This week's Leftovers. Want to join the Leftover fun? Go see Danifred to check it out!

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Death and Taxes

If I would write a letter to the IRS it would look something like this:

Dear Tax Guy,

You get a bad rap. Sometimes.

Sometimes, however, deserve it. Like right now.

You know, I really don't need one more reminder that I am D.I.N.K. (double income no kids).

If I had my choice, I'd have a dependent.

Trust me.

That oughta count for something, shouldn't it?



Monday, March 1, 2010

The Hap Happenings

Meet Cliff.

He loves me.

A lot.

He's also every proud of me.

Because I had my first bagpipe recital this weekend.

If I would have realized that a bagpipe recital would make my Pa so extremely happy...

I would have done it years ago.

Because with it, I have finally clinched the deal on my inheritance. Not to mention regained my rightful place as the Chieftain's favorite in Clan Wilson.


In other news, we recently took Lil' A, and my sista's kids to some very cool ice castles that we saw while at our Zermott Resort anniversary get-a-way.

With this, I also clinched my rightful place as #1 Auntie and put the "step" in "step mom". Very cool (and highly recommended if you are in the Park City/Heber Valley area). Who knows what kind of diseases the kids picked up with all that licking but hey - you're only a kid once.

Muy bien.

p.s. Mr. Artist who spends 14 hours a day forming and hollowing out my little path through them -I salute you!