Happy Birthday Chickee

When I was a teenager, I would occasionally get frustrated with my mom (it's a daughter's job, right?). Hard to believe I could be a pill, I know. But my dad was always to quick to say, "You girls are lucky. There is no one in this world quite like your mom." As annoying as it was to hear that when I just wanted to be mad, I knew it was true.

I must have done something right, 'cause I totally lucked out in the Mom department. Happy birthday to the best listening, loud laughing (in the best way possible of course), big gulp drinking, good advice giving, Chico's wearing, Dateline watching, joke telling, gospel teaching, cotton candy eating, phone talking, time giving, pink dress buying, fun loving, most wonderful mom in the world.

46 and Sunny...Spring is on it's way

I sat on the swing, drinking sodie, on a sunshiny Saturday. How's that for alliteration?

It's been a good day.

Meet me in...

One of my 2009 goals is to be a little more spontaneous, so when my roommate Laura found cheap tickets to her hometown of St. Louis a couple of weeks ago, I jumped on it. Definitely one of my favorite 2009 weekends to date. We did lots of fun things. Lots.

We walked through a basilica that had 40.5 million mosaic tiles (it was breathtaking).

We visited the arch and witnessed a marriage proposal .

We played with butterflies at the Butterfly House.

We got the willies and squirmed/squilled like girls when we saw these beetles.

And did lots of chatting, eating, giggling, and a little sleeping. All things that make for a great weekend and prove to me that I don't have to be laying on a beach for it to be an enjoyable vacation. Although, if anyone's going to the beach anytime soon, I'm in.

I had the time of my li-i-ife. (Sung like Patrick Swayze)

Last week I was called to be a youth counselor in the special needs mutual in Salt Lake. Lucky for me, because it was just in time for tonight's annual Valentine's dance. Dream come true. I have never received such a warm welcome from a room full of strangers, nor have I ever danced with such inhibition (okay, except for when I'm wearing my sequined cheetah print Dereon jacket). If only I were as popular with guys my age as I was with the 17 year olds with down syndrome.

No way am I paying 4 bucks for a sodie.

I had some free time on my hands this afternoon, so I decided to catch a midday matinee. By myself. Everyone else was at school or work, so I just went ahead all by my lonesome and remembered that I enjoy my own company. Sometimes it's nice to be reminded of that. Anyhow, in order to maximize my cinematic experience, I knew I would need a sodie, but not a $4 movie sodie. So I just did what any smart, sodie drinking girl would do and stopped at the Circle K for a $1.06 sodie with crunchy ice and stuck it in my purse. The only problem was that I didn't have anyone to fill me in on what happened in the movie while I was in the bathroom.

They think I'm a grown up or something.

I realized something at work today: I much prefer being call "Miss" to being called "Ma'am".