Attempted Vixen

I wore lipstick today. It's a very dark, dark, dark, plum/brown/red. That's the best description I've got. For those who don't know me very well, I never wear lipstick. Eh, I take that back. The only time I wore lipstick was on dress up days at school and Halloween where I busted out my goth black lipstick. I loved that stuff and if I could, I'd wear that almost every day. The only reason I don't is to save myself from even more odd looks.

This new lipstick is a lovely color. I spotted it in Saphora (I think that's where I was) while I was waiting for my sister to pick out her stuff. I put a tab bit on my lips and jokingly asked my mom if I should get it. She replied (non-jokingly) that I should. So right there, I dropped $20 bucks and bought the darn thing. I had this image in my head that I would put it on and BAM! I'd be this dark, sultry vixen with pouty lips, ready to make all the boys crawl and the women green with envy. When I looked in the mirror, however, it was more like... "oh." I'm not saying it looks horrible, I'm just saying it didn't that the effect I was hoping for (a girl can dream, right?).

The lipstick might help a bit in an effort to start looking my age. On my flight to Washington this last Thursday, I happened to be sitting in the emergency exit row. The flight attendant asked us if we were over 15, but as she said that she looked directly at me with a raised eyebrow and a tone that said "you better not lie to me!". I was asked again on my flight back whether I was over 18 yet while I was heading through security. That may be due to the fact that I was wearing a bright blue Pikachu hoodie.

Ah yes, Christmas! I've been gone all week visiting my family in Washington. I had a blast hanging out with my family (all were able to make it home for Christmas).

It was fun seeing my very pregnant sister 

for the first time in several months.

I went around the house taking pictures

and telling everyone to look "fierce and fly"

This is the result:

Mom didn't understand the first time

2nd time was much better.

Our tree that was barely taller than me.

One of my favorite Christmas presents.

Feel free to laugh. I did.

I should have taken more pictures but I was too busy eating and chasing my family around the house. Despite popular belief, I love Christmas and the Season of Hope where we can spend time with those we love to celebrate the birth of our Savior. I'm glad to be back in Arizona but my home will always be with my family.

I hope you all had a very merry Christmas and a great New Year to come.

My sad attempt at being sultry.

(I need to get more black lipstick...)

The Amount Of Time...

For a little over a year now, this phrase has been plaguing my mind. I was doing a free-writing journal entry when I lost track of what I was writing about, and then out came the words, "The amount of time..". What comes next? I really don't know, I never finished it. My though process deleted itself seconds after I wrote that. Now, whenever I am trying to think of something to write, that phrase comes out. When I need to say something but can't think of the words, that's the first thing that comes to my head.

Someday I will finish that sentence and remember why I thought it in the first place. I decided just now that it is my goal to have those words be the last words I speak before I die, and if you are unfortunate enough to be the one to hear them, their meaning will plague you for the rest of your life, as it did mine.

Mold And Mashers

I'm like my Dad in the way of, if I get too hungry, I start to get weird and can't concentrate. Since I know this about myself, I went into the kitchen at work to get some bread to make toast. I hadn't been shopping in weeks so my food supply is very scarce, making every day a battle to survive. I pulled the remaining bread out of the cupboard and realized that there was a huge mold spot on the bottom. I tossed it and thought to myself, when was the last time I had a piece? Had the mold already been there? I tried to keep myself from barfing. 

Desperate for food, I surveyed the kitchen for possible alternatives... and I found my answer. A large, 4 layer chocolate cake sat on the counter with a heavenly glow about it, bu now after a way too large slice, I'm really regretting the decision.

Here's a silly story for you. Last night we had a family Christmas party for my Dad's side of the family. There were probably around 200-275 people there so it was decent sized. The party started at 6 and I was still at work at about 5:30, so instead of going home to change then come back, I decided to ask Rich to bring me some clothes when he comes with my Aunt to the party so I could just change there. He agreed and I guided him over the phone to specific pants and shoes I wanted (which were both on the floor, right where I left them*). I stopped and the told him, "Now Rich, I'm going to need some socks, but I keep my socks in my underwear drawer." He accepted the challenge and started rifling through the drawer, making silly comments as I listened on the other line. He just finished joking about if he would be caught in the act, when my Aunt walked past my room and saw him elbow deep in panties. She laughed and (jokingly) accused him of being a masher**. 

This morning, (after a night of sleeping in separate bedrooms), Rich heard my alarm from the other side of the wall. I usually sleep through this alarm so he was kind enough to come in and wake me up so I wouldn't be late for work. After I got up and started heading to the bathroom and Rich back to his bed, my Aunt walks by and sees us both leaving my room, bleary eyed and still in our pjs. Bad timing once again, making for a long day of convincing her of our innocence. Poor Rich is starting to look like some kind of creeper. :)

It made for an interesting story.

* For some reason I am a messy person (in my room) but I find it much easier to locate things when I make the mess. Like, "Oh yeah, I wore those pants yesterday and I threw them under my pillow for extra support. Yep. Right where I put them."

**"Masher": noun Slang .a man who makes advances, especially to women he does not know, with a view to physical intimacy.

This is now a word commonly used at our house.

Have a lovely day.

Thoughts For Today

Okay, today is another momentous day. My blog has received over 2000 hits! yay!

Enough celebration.

Here are some things that occupy my thoughts as of late:

• My man, Rich, who is at this moment, at my house and I will see him after work.
• My stomach. I shouldn't have had that large piece of cake. :S
• Today's youth, and all the sadness and worry that comes along with that.
• Cats. The need for one of these fuzzy things is overwhelming at times.
• The fact that I'm going home for Christmas in just 3 days.
• Money. Saving, spending, acquiring. You know, the usual.
• Bettering myself. Did you know I have 2 other blogs that are secrets? I'm not telling tho.
• Whether or not "tho" is correct spelling.
• The soreness of my legs from running with Rich and the fact that I want to go again.
• Work. But only a small amount of my time is spent really thinking about it.
• Rich. He's really cute, so he's occupying my thoughts most of the time.
• The amount of time...     someday I'll finish that sentence.*
• Painting. There are a few projects that are plaguing my brain and I need to get them out.

*For some reason, that first line always pops into my head, but I don't know why and I don't have an ending for it. A later post will cover it in detail since I'm sure it must be the key to life.

That's about it for now. I will take pictures this week. I think yes.

We're So Cute! *Barf*

I've been sucking at the blog thing lately due to holiday and manly preoccupations. Yes, manly, not many.

This being the holiday season, it was bound to be busy; however, it was 10x more busy for me than it usually is because this year I had to be in charge of "All Things Christmas" at my office, including sending out 300 Christmas cards, large gift baskets, and decorating. That on top of doing my own Christmas shopping because I actually have the money to do so this year. I didn't calculate how much I've actually spent, but I have a feeling I'm going to be over budget this paycheck.

Luckily enough, I get to go back home to Washington for Christmas to be with all my family (except my brother-in-law *sad face*). I could get no presents this year and be completely happy with the fact that we just get to all be together in our home where we grew up and bug each other and chase each other around the house. I may have mentioned my aversion to Christmas music, but I feel it best to keep my focus on the birth of our Savior, being with our families, and giving to others. That's exactly what I'm looking forward to this Christmas.

As for my above mentioned "manly preoccupations", I was referring to the fact that Richard is a few states away from me and any free time I have, I want to spend talking to him. He is, however, going to be here this very Friday (tomorrow). It hasn't been more than 3 weeks since I last saw him but that is still way too long and he will have to accept the fact that I'm not letting go of him once he gets back (I know, the sappiness/cuteness makes you want to vomit).

Now I have a day and a half to get through and I do NOT want to spend that time at work. After that, about a week till I get to go home for a few days. :)

I'm a happy camper.
I will be a happy camper tomorrow.

In Which I Make Children Sick

Here I am Monday morning. It's raining outside and I love it, but since my recent blood work shows a lack of vitamin D, I should be hoping for sun. I have a bowl of lumpy oatmeal that I'm letting go cold because I realized I don't like oatmeal and I'm now questioning why I even bought it.

This weekend was good enough. I slept in till 1pm on Saturday, which is insane but less so since I went to bed at 3am the night before. I got a little bit of Christmas shopping done but couldn't do as much as I wanted since I had the regrettable idea to wear heels that day (don't ask). Sunday was rather lovely. I slept in a bit then went to help teach my primary class of 3 and 4 year olds. I'm still finding glitter all over me. I spent the evening with my Aunt and Uncle, eating way too much, playing cards and watching Christmas musical performances while I texted with my man the whole time*.

Sunday night I had to do some work. Something had not been finished so I had to take it home so it could be filed today. The whole time I was working on it, I was saying a silent prayer that the attorney who was filing it wouldn't be in on Monday. Maybe he could have a meeting or maybe one of his kids would be sick. Wishful thinking.

So around 12:30 I got into bed and chatted with Rich on the phone for a bit then fell asleep quickly. This morning I could tell it was a gray day before I even looked outside. My bed had me tangled up in its sheets and refused to let me go. When I finally escaped, it was well past 7, giving me only a half hour to get ready. I found one of my dear fish belly up. His name was Caesar and he was a good fish. I could tell what kind of day this was going to be.

I made the slow journey to work and started up on my project again. A few minutes later I got an email from the attorney I was talking about. He said that he wouldn't be coming in today, his kids were sick.

.........

Did I do that? I couldn't help but be a little bit (okay, a lot) happy that my silly prayer had been answered. I now have more time to work on the project. I think that this day will be good after all; however, I apologize to those young kids whose misery brought my happiness.

*Rich is coming down on Friday! I can't contain my excitement :)

Sweet Peanut Butter

When discussing whether we like Chunky or Creamy peanut butter, Rich told me that he liked Chunky but he switched to Creamy so he could get used to it because he figured I would like the Creamy peanut butter due to my dislike of weird textures.

My mind is blown 0_o

I didn't know guys thought like that.

Even If You're Not A Man

If only all men took after this man. Fictional, he may be, but he is a great example to men and women everywhere. If you haven't read this book, or you did back in Jr. High, I recommend you do it again.

Lessons in Manliness from Atticus Finch