Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Drag Queens and D-Backs

About one week ago my co-worker had to go out of town, but she had some tickets already reserved at the Hale Centre Theatre for a play called "Charley's Aunt." Guess who the lucky recipient of the free tickets was? That's right...ME!! I debated in my mind who I should go with. I called my mom and she pretty much told me that she didn't want to go (just kidding, she had some other engagements that she felt were more important than spending quality time with her daughter). Then I thought about inviting Sarah since we are pretty much inseparable these days. I kind of wondered if she would think I was weird for wanting to invite her to a play, but asking a boy was definitely out of the question. To make this already long story short, I invited Sarah and we had a great time. However, we were about 30-40 years younger than the majority of the audience. Here is the proof:
The lady in the middle of the pic with the hat was my fave! Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against senior citizens...we were just feeling a little out of place. And here is the proof:
Dang sexy right? No wonder I can't get a date...

The premise of the play is about these two boys who want to marry these two girls, but they must get approval to marry the girls beforehand. One of the boys has a millionaire aunt coming into town, but some complications arise and she is delayed. Forget the explanation. There is a guy dressed in drag and that is really all you need to know. It was a good time had by all.

A couple of days later I had the privilege of attending a Diamondbacks game. I am not at all a fan of baseball, but I admit I had a good time (probably because the boy to girl ratio was stellar). Believe me, seeing the game in person is much better than seeing the game on tv. Here are a few pics from the blessed event:

self-explanatory
our view from the nose bleeds
me and Sarah...a little more flattering (holy cow! I just noticed that it looks like the guy behind me isn't wearing any pants. I am pretty sure he was...' cause I think I would have noticed if he wasn't...)
Sarah and the 4 punk boys we went with (who ducked just in time for the picture)
my sorry attempt to zoom in really close on the action
my new favorite Diamondback...Justin Upton
And this is why he is my favorite:

I got a bobblehead! I know you are all jealous! Hey, I don't mind paying $6 to see a game and get a free souvenir! Here's to hoping the boys invite us along to more D-Backs games!

By the way, we lost.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

addendum

why am i moving to chile? let me tell you why. a couple of weeks ago i had the unfortunate pleasure of going to a fireside. it was a 5 stake fireside and since i am the ysa rep for my stake, i HAD to go. it was one of those firesides that you really wished you could have missed. not that the speakers weren’t entertaining (they certainly were) but that the message was just a little skewed. the swine flu would have been more appealing…

the fireside was on the topic of “conversion” but the message i received was “good luck if you ever want to get married!” to this day i am still wondering how conversion had anything to do with the how the talk played out. anyway, to make what could be an extremely long story shorter, the guy was ending his talk with some marriage stories. he talked of a cute sister missionary (recently returned) who wanted to get married so bad, but just couldn’t find anyone (i believe this story takes place in indonesia, but my geography is not up to par so i am not sure). this guy tells this cute sister that maybe she should move to jakarta because he hears that there are several returned missionary males there. so what does this girl do? yep, she moves to jakarta. after being there for 4 months she calls this guy and is extremely upset because she still hasn’t found anyone. he tells her that she needs to be patient and to remember how long the children of israel wandered through the desert. she was upset and thought that meant that she had to wait 40 years to find someone…and who wouldn’t? i guess that should have given me hope, because technically i have only been waiting a few years, so i still have several more to go right? but it did not give me hope, it gave me a desire to laugh right out loud. what is this guy trying to say? BUT WAIT…IT GETS BETTER! he then proceeds to tell this story of a secretary that was a “rather large” woman. one day her boss told her that if she really wanted to get married she should just move to chile because he hears that the boys there really like big girls. shock and horror filled my insides. i wasn’t sure whether to laugh or to walk up to the pulpit and slap the man. but at that moment i knew i was destined to move to chile. so my bags are packed and i’m ready to go. american boys will never ask me out. i am going to the land where cute little latinos appreciate a big girl!

really, i’m not…but it sounds fun right?

Monday, April 27, 2009

That's it...

I am moving to Chile! I've had just about enough...

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

What have I been up to lately?

Hanging out, getting free pedicures and eating rootbeer floats with Daja and Sarah:

Making messes and putting my empty guest room to use by sorting through my hoards of scrapbook stuff. Trying to simplify, conquer and divide. Anyone want some free paper? It is a sickness folks...

Please tell me why anyone in their right mind needs this much paper??

And finally, discovering the bliss that is Hobby Lobby. Glad for my checkbook that I didn't discover it earlier, but sad for my heart that I didn't discover it earlier. I have had a gift card for Hobby Lobby chillin' in my room for over a year. I finally put it to use and got this gem:
{to die for}

Monday, April 20, 2009

CSI Mesa (graphic images ahead)

I had quite the experience this morning, but before I get into the "guts" of it all, let me set the scene for you: Last night I was hunting in the garage, looking for some scrapbook projects for one of my good pals. I needed my ladder to get my projects off of the high shelf in my garage, so I managed to balance the ladder above my head while I squeezed around my car. Upon doing so, the ladder got caught to the red pulley thing hanging down from the garage door mechanism. I unhooked it and didn't think anything of it, continuing along with my own business. Fast forward to Monday morning at 5:02am. Sarah calls to let me know that she is waiting in my driveway to pick me up to go to the gym. Mind you, I had only woken up 2 minutes earlier (she got there extra early) so I wasn't quite ready. After getting ready I headed toward the garage because it is easier for me just to go out the garage and close it with the keypad outside, rather than going out the front door and having to physically lock it. So, big surprise, when I went to open the garage it mysteriously would not open. I tried a few times but quickly gave up knowing that Sarah was waiting for me and had been waiting for a while. So I proceeded out the front door, locking it behind me (with lights on so I could see where I was going since the sun doesn't even show it's face that early in the morning) and go to the gym. The gym pretty much sucked, but that is a different story. So after my stellar workout Sarah drops me off at my house. As I am walking to my front door she rolls down her window to ask me if I need help fixing my garage so I could get my car out of it and get to work. I had something like this happen once before and I knew it would be an easy fix, so I declined her offer. At this time, the sun is peaking out so I can see everything in my path now, so imagine my surprise when I turn the corner to go to my front door and see this bloody scene on the sidewalk:

Yep, someone was murdered in front of my house! I immediately let Sarah know that there has been a homicide and invite her to investigate the scene with me (all the while wetting myself in fear that whatever killed this poor creature could still be lurking and waiting for me!).

the scene of the attack

hmm...where do these blood splatters lead?

oh yes, another hidden gem around the corner

the view from the other side...but what is that spot closest to the blood smear on the bottom (but more toward the middle of the two blood spots)?oh, I guess the predator forgot something...mmm rabbit foot? (I thought those things were supposed to bring you luck...)

So, after investigating this is what I have concluded: You see all the rocks on the sidewalk near the blood smear? I am thinking that is either where the predator leaped out and captured the prey, or that is where the predator took the prey for breakfast. The bushes were a little discombobulated in that area. Either way, it was a sad day for my favorite neighborhood bunny. Rest in peace/pieces good buddy! Your toe has been buried in the rocks in case the predator decides to finish you off...

Clean up time:

All better! Thanks Sarah for your hose complete with spray attachment and for your mad investigating skills. Here's to hoping I never come home to a scene like this again!

So, as you can see, my morning was interesting. Wouldn't you agree? Then the day just got worse because not only did I have to relive this nightmare all day, but we (the state of Arizona) also reached our first 100 degree temperature today. It is starting. Ahhh!!! The blasted summer/6 months of extreme heat is here. Not so much looking forward to it...

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Happy Birthday!!

Happy Birthday to...my blog! That's right folks, today marks the one year celebration since this blessed blog was formed. I hope you have all enjoyed this blog as much as I have enjoyed creating it. It has been a crazy year, but this blog has really kept me sane. I so look forward to posting such random things {and reading your comments} but I also enjoy browsing all of your blogs as well. It's a great way to see what your pals are up to. Wouldn't you agree? Here's to {atleast} one more year...

Oh, and about that last post...I lost my bravery. I totally was going to run my tongue along my upper lip and then wink at one of the boys in the warehouse, but I couldn't do it. Maybe next week...

{Happy Celebrating}

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

My goal

...until I can find time to post about my awesome Easter festivities (complete with pictures), I will just say this:

This is my goal for the day. Wish me luck...

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

NO WAY!

Ok, so I will NEVER watch the Biggest Loser again! Who gets rid of the sexy tongan man and thinks that is ok?? SERIOUSLY! My dear, sweet, fellow Arizonan Sione got kicked off and I think that both Ron and Laura need to die.

I know the picture isn't that big...but who doesn't think this man is beautiful? I want him...or atleast his brother (since he is married)...if he has one. Ok, so I will still probably watch the show because it {kind of} inspires me. Besides, now I have to cheer for Filipe and hope for the catastrophic fall of Ron.

Speaking of sexy brown boys, the other day I was driving through the 'hood, going to work and I saw this beautiful brown (ok, so he was black) man getting something out of his car. He was wearing a wife beater and pajama pants, but I immediately knew he was the one for me. Mmm mmm good! I wished I had known that he existed earlier, but still was excited for the hope of what a good looking neighbor could bring.

So last night, about 10:30 I decided to take a little walk to the mailbox. I don't really love walking by myself at night, especially since I am a girl and the mailbox is not that close. But I did it, nonetheless, because I had some things that needed to go out and I knew I would forget in the morning. Well, the way to the mailbox just happens to be next to this man's residence. I honestly didn't think anything of my little walk...until I was on my way back to my house from the mailbox. I saw this heavenly being once again putting out his recycle bin. He clearly saw me walking in the dark, and spent way more time than is necessary lining up his recycle bin just so against the curb. Then he walked toward the middle of the road, all the while looking in my direction. I thought to myself, "either this man is waiting to kill me, or he knows that I am the one and wants to talk to me." Sadly, another stranger happened to be walking by at the same time (going the opposite direction) and that scared my man away. Right before I got to him, he walked into his garage and shut the door. Honestly, I don't know how to interpret that.

Do you think he really wanted to kill me?

Monday, April 6, 2009

Isn't it amazing...

*that you can put little to no effort into a workout and still almost reach that 2.5 mile mark in 28 minutes?

*that you can spend 2 whole days watching General Conference and you can't remember who said what or what your favorite talk was about?

*that changing your attitude really can make a difference?

*that some people just don't understand the concept of tact?

*that watching the Easter Pageant in Spanish (and not understanding as much as I thought I would) can still touch your heart?

*that I can make a list of things to do every week, and still accomplish nothing?

*that I look forward to reading more than anything else? (Believe me, I am not a reader)

*that eating healthy costs so much more money than eating crap?

*that one week you are so busy you can't breathe and the next week you are looking for things to do?

*that boys just don't get it?

*that playing silly games can cause so much happiness?

*that my mom and I talk on the phone everyday and never run out of things to say to each other?

*that I can resist anything except temptation?

*that I can think of so many things that are amazing?

{Smile...it could be worse!}

Thursday, April 2, 2009

I DID IT!!!

Yea for me! I accomplished something I haven't been able to accomplish since I started going to the gym at 5am. I completed 2.5 miles on the EFX machine within my 28 allotted minutes. Sounds like nothing to you avid worker-outers (yes, it's a word), but to me it was quite an accomplishment. And I even had one second to spare! Woo hoo!!!

My next goal: the spinning class. And then the goal after that: to run a 1/2 marathon.
Give me about 3 years to accomplish those though...
P.S. What is with the bowling pins in that picture?