I am grateful for my bed.

Usually when I come home at night, I go through the back door, which is usually unlocked unless it's late-er. Well. Friday night when I got home, the back door...was locked. And of course, I didn't have my keys with me because my car was in the shop, so why did I need my keys, right? Yeah I didn't even think about taking them with me on my night's endeavor's {aka bead party with Haley Stew and friends}. So. Plan B was to go through the garage {where the spare key is}, which I really didn't want to do for fear of waking the whole house up. At this point, I was out of options {or so I thought}, so I reluctantly punched in the garage code, crouched under as soon as I could, and bolted to the button thing to close it again so that the noise would last as not long as possible. I go to get the spare key, and guess what's not there? Yeah. No spare key. Go figure. So. I knocked on the door for a good long time, hoping someone would hear me {even though everyone upstairs sleeps on the other side of the house}. Ten minutes later, no one has heard me yet and my knuckles {that's a weird word} are starting to hurt. So...me and my locked-out-of-my-house self have no idea what to do. The ONLY thing I could think of to do was to just sleep in the garage. I looked around and found one of our old couch pillows, 3 baby blankets, 2 towels, and 2 sweatshirts, with which I made a "bed."

And that's how I slept. I kept thinking as I laid there trying to fall asleep about 1) how I wished I had a couch in my garage like Bonnie Leman, and 2) how grateful I was for my real blanket and my real pillows and my real bed. And for not-motion-censored-lights. I swear I woke up at least ten times because every time I moved, the light would turn on!! Anyway. It was cold, I was exhausted all day at work the next day, and the side of my leg is bruised from laying on my side on the concrete for so long. But hey, I guess it makes for a good story.


On a happier note...

Don't worry.
My mom just called.
She is coming for me.
And a tow truck is coming too.
In 70 minutes.
As in over an hour.
But all is well.
Because Mom and Mr. TowTruckMan will save the day.
And I won't be stranded at Institute anymore.
And I can go to work.
And stock my sections.
And goof off with Savea.
And just not be here.
(Don't get me wrong, I love love love Institute, but I am here 6+ hours a day. Come on.)
I just have to wait for 70 minutes.

Seriously right now?

It's Friday.
Late afternoon Friday.
Where do I want to be right now you ask?
At work.
Stocking my sections.
And goofing off with Savea.
Where am I instead you inquire?
At the Institute building.
Why you wonder?
I will tell you.
Ida, my car, is being lame-o.
She's doing that the-alarm-is-going-to-go-off-non-stop-and-drive-you-crazy thing.
When this happens (fyi this is take 2), I cannot drive her.
So here I sit.
At Institute.
All alone.
On a Friday afternoon.


When Wisdom Teeth Decide to Move

You can use orajel.

{For the record, it's really NOT pleasant tasting.}
You can use ice packs.

And heating patches.

You can gargle warm salt water.

You can take ibprofen.

And Alieve.

And Excedrin.

And you can press your jaw really really hard.

And it will still be the most pain you've felt in your entire life.

Unless you've had kids.

Because that probably hurts worse.


Michael Rudd's Surprise

P.S. Michael Rudd's surprise for me was tickets to Jon Schmidt's Christmas concert!!

Gah!! I'm soooo excited!!
Thanks, Michael Rudd!! You're the greatest!!

I think I might be a math nerd...

Because I bought this shirt. And am wearing it. Right. Now.
Math book: "I got a problem"
Calculator: "Yo! I'll solve it!"
That's all.


Things I'm Excited For...

1. To graduate from ASU. Blessed day.
2. Haunted Houses. Like this weekend. Anyone want to come???
3. To be married. But this one, I can wait for.
4. Christmas break. Again, blessed day.
5. Halloween Parties. Family, Elementary school, ward. They will be great.
6. To raise a family. For this one, I can wait longer.
7. Next spring's baseball season. I love going to DBacks games.
8. Tonight's episode of The Biggest Loser. Go home Tracy.
9. To read Busy Bee Lauren's next blog post. Funny, cute, and entertaining. Check it out.
10. Game/Cookie party at Celeste's on Thursday. Love her.
11. The weekend. 'Nuf said.
12. To buy Kelcie's birthday present. Muah-ha-ha-ha.
13. Doe Doe to have her baby girl. I heart itty bitty babies.
14. Go shopping manaña. It will be excellent.
15. Work Friday and Saturday. I love the girls I work with.
16. Wear big jackets. I jumped the gun and wore one today. It wasn't too bad until noon when it was bloody hot. Dang Arizona.
17. Chelsey's wedding. Pretty dress, pretty decorations, Christmas time, and Dip 'n Dots. Good one.
18. Dinner tonight. I don't know what we're having. But I'm excited for it. (No pressure Mom).
19. To get my nails done. Perhaps tonight??
20. To hold Baby Riley. What was that about hearting itty bitty babies??
21. Michael Rudd's surprise. He says he has one for me tonight. Gah the suspense is killing me.
22. To go to sleep. What? I relish in a little shut eye.
23. Playing at institute with Celeste on Friday. Fridays are my extrememly-boring-I-want-to-rip-my-eyes-out days and the past couple weeks, she has come and saved me and it has been excellent. Bless her heart.
24. Chocolate milk when I get home. Every day, my friends, every day.
25. Christmas music. Or Chrismas in general. For lots of reasons.
26. An updated iPod. I'm slackin' on the tuneage.
That's all.


Road Trip to Gilbert

So. Tonight I drove to Gilbert to get my cousin, Lacey, so she could come hang out with my little sisters and stay the night at our house. On the way out there, we {Kelcie, Brylee, and I} stopped at In 'n' Out and got chocolate milkshakes and french fries. Then we proceeded to la casa de Lacey. On the way home, they {Lacey and Brylee} were CRACKING me up. Here are some of the funny things they said. P.S. Lacey and Brylee are both 9 and are like BFFAEAEAEAE. Aaaannnyyyywhoooo....
Lacey: Oh my gosh! In my class, if we get a 90 or above on our times test, we get to eat lunch in the classroom and have an ice cream party all by ourself!!
{Party? By yourself? Sounds SO fun....?}

I told them their milkshakes had to be gone by the time we got home.
Lacey: That's OK. Just drive slow.
{Yes ma'am.}
Brylee: {in regards to the french fries} These are fresh potatoes?!
{My car is too low to see the stellar potato cutter thing the In 'n' Out-ers have. Obvi.}

Lacey: Umm something's in my straw. I can't get anything out.
{Nope, Lace, it's just thick.}
Lacey: All I'm getting is whipped cream.
{She was halfway through her shake. And they don't even put whipped cream in those things.}
That's all I can remember. But there was a ton more. Lacey is hilarious. Obvi.
That's all.

Forgive Me

Don't worry, Michael Rudd.

I have a bigger crush on you.



I have a crush on Michael Bublé.

That's all.


Today I Love...

Sweaters, pea coats, and other jackets...Observe.