Denise, seriously, more stories about sweat!!

"I know what I should do but I just can't walk away."

I have a funny new game at work that is called "Let's see who can find the craziest Romance novel title". I play this game when I am shelving in fiction, and I am usually the only player. However, the other day I shared my game with Kevin (who we can be eternally grateful to for the "spicy, yet tasteful" comment). So, last night, during the slowest night of my life, I was up at cash when Kevin came up with two new titles for my list. "To tease a Texan" and "Bad Boys in Kilts". Awesome!! I then went and got my list from the back as to kill time. (Seriously, the slowest night ever. The only rush we had was a line-up of three people) Here are my favorite titles from the game so far. Please email me with your favorite one!!
1. The Mad, Bad Duke (This Kevin's self-proclaimed new nickname)
2. The bachelor preffered pastry (?)
3. Pleasured in the Billionaire's bed (Title?... or my future?...)
4. One night of Sin (Must be a short book!!)
5. Almost a Lady (Almost, but not quite, this is a smut book after all)
6. Devil takes a Bride (best husband ever!!)
7. Undead and Unwed (Are there words?)

Anyway, I should probably go and pack for my vacation tomorrow. I am glad(?) to be getting out of town for a few days. Seems like I keep making things here too dramatic when I really have the most mundane life possible. See y'all when I get back!

Let's sing some more songs about going blind...

Let's talk about how I didn't win the "name the plant" competition.

Last week at work, a plant was brought in that apparently had been bought at our store and that wouldn't grow. However, it started to sprout as soon as the customer left the store. (My theory: this person had some sort of hostile/iliterate/annoying home environment, and the plant recognized this only too well) We were asked to submit possible names for the sprouting plant. I came up with two that I was sure would take the prize. "Buster" and "Delilah". However, the name "Phoenix" won. Hmm. I had no idea the name had to be symbolic, and I have decided that in rebellion (and true to nature) I will secretly call the plant "Joaquin" (my Phoenix of choice!)

This weekend was an absolute plethora of "firsts", because I also did Karaoke for the first time on Saturday night. I LOVED IT! I really had a lot of fun, and am looking forward to going again. A shout out to Ben for the controversial rendition of"Longview"! My eyes will never be the same again. Also, thanks to Cody and Braden for indulging me with "Free Fallin'" (Who doesn't love Tom Petty?)

Tonight is "speed dating" for FHE, and I think I will tart myself up, so I can (in the delightful words of Joseph Opper, who if nothing else, at least keeps Relief Society interesting) "sell myself" to some lucky guy from VP or LR. Jess, aren't you sad you're not still single?

Everything was "spicy, yet tasteful"

Big news.

I am no longer a Laser Tag Virgin. Last night I gave in to Sarah's persuasion and played the game for the first time. And...it wasn't too bad. I especially liked the part where we are all herded into a small room that was lit with a black light (which could have afforded hours of entertainment in itself), and a girl rattled off instructions at us that I didn't really hear. All I heard was "no physical contact". (This was sad as I was hoping to make out with the guy in the wizard costume). We were then taken to another room where we put on our vests, threw our microchip thingys into the "vortex"(which I think was just a bucket), and then we were off into the dark. I pretty much just ran around and got shot by other people. Towards the end I found a place to hide so I could shoot people from there, but I was really, really bad. Thankfully, I did not come in last place, but 31st out of 34 players. And some poor sap got -29 points. I squeaked through with a whopping 153!! Congratulations to Ben, Braden, and Sarah who all got more points and finished better than me.

Calgary was a lot of fun and I got my Ipod!!!! We did quite a bit of shopping, and got some great stuff. Sarah and I got a little crazy on the way home (probably the effects of the delightful "Kristian Regale") and I think Ben and Braden were a little scandalized by the belching stories. I think that we really need to start keeping a bit of the mystery. Or, maybe we are the ones turning into guys as opposed to the guys becoming girls. Perish the thought.

Although I do like suits...(only $900 ones)

All of the girls I know are too pragmatic.

I asked the question last week: Who is hotter - a law student or an Arts student?
All of the girls said law, because he's smart, ambitious, driven, blah, blah, blah... How about self-centered, egotistical, loves to hear the sound of his own voice, loves to argue... (I really don't hate lawyers, I almost was going to be one!)

Call me a dreamer, but there is something about the Arts student. He's smart, he thinks about things, he usually will discuss topics with you, he's often creative, and thanks to that ever-controversial liberal arts issue, he's well-rounded. Maybe I'm still a little in love with my English professor from days of yore, but count me in for the arts student. Plus, he can go anywhere rom there.

Anyway, I must go and prepare for the Mexican Fiesta! Ola!

he was a boi, she was a girl...

The answer to the question of the day/year, "Can you beat Ken?", is a resounding "Yes", "Oui", "Si" (or what you will)!! Of course, there are a few provisos and other tricks you must employ.

1. Forget to give Ken turns once in a while. Never mind that he is just a cardboard cut-out, he is a Jeopardy champion who deserves to make his way around the board. Although, this did work in my favor, as he never got his bonus three hundred thousand. Ha! put the H in your face Ken!

2. Forget to move Ken when the rest of the players move. I can almost hear the tiny cardboard screams as the rest of us move 3 spaces and Ken has to sit where he is. Oops!

3. Know more about Avril Lavigne than Ken. Although, I don't know much about this particular Canadian embarassment/icon, I do know the words to my least favorite song, Sk8ter Boi. (Why, Why?) Come on Ken, could it be any more...clear?

4. Vandalize the "Ken" doll with funny hair and beards, and then mock him incessantly until his cardboard confidence goes right out the window.

This blog is what happens when I have 4 hours of sleep,work, be at the mall for far too long, and then come home and get on the computer. Complete nonsense Hooray! (If only I had squiggly letters format)

"For all the sweat that I scatter while battling..."

New Baby! New Baby!

Jessica and Adam had their baby on Wednesday. Talking to Jess, she sounded happier than I had heard her in a long time. Congratulations you guys! You will be the most wonderful parents (who will not let your children run positively wild like they do in Chapters...more later) I am thrilled to have another nephew, although I will echo Mark's sentiments to say that we need a girl. Did you hear that Andrea? That was a pointed remark just for you. Let's see if we can make it happen. I don't know if I can wait 2 weeks until I can be with Jess and Adam and the baby, so people better keep sending me pictures. I would post some on my site, but let's be honest, it is a miracle that I can even get words on here.

Today I picked up a new obsession/therapeutic activity thanks to Jade, Art Cards. You make them however you want, and then you trade them with others. I made 4 today, and I loved it. I already have plans for series of cards. Cities, cards that represent friends, ones representing a year in the life... I really loved it. Also,it was great to spend some time with Jade. She is a great girl.

O.k. things that drove me crazy at work on Friday.

1. Customers on the phone who expect you to do everything for them and more. Shopping is a leisure activity, people. Come in to the store!!! I had a lady in Medicine Hat who made me look up 15 books, find the ones we had(this is sometimes a much harder task than one would anticipate due to books not being in their proper place) ring them in for her and hold them until her boyfriend could pick them up. After this 30 minute process, the lady had the audacity to ask if someone from the store could take the books to Ric's Grill. Huh. I almost said, "You have a cab pick me up, a steak waiting there for me and we'll talk."

2.Children who trash the kids book section. Parents, we are not your baby-sitters or your maids, and when we have to discipline your children and clean up after them, we are not happy. When you don't stop your children from taking the books and leaving them everywhere, I can't find them when a customer is looking them later, then they're mad and I am even more annoyed. Get the picture. WATCH YOUR CHILDREN!

O.k., enough of the scary book lady stuff. I am off to clean my room so that I can leave my door open, let some of the warm air in, and not be ashamed.

Oh, a note from last weekend. I did got to the recital, and absolutely did have an elbow in my arm about 50 % of the time. Of course, I was elbowing a lot too. Steve's repetoire was great. Especially a group by John Beckwith called "Five Lyrics of the T'ang Dynasty". Adam and Jess, you need to check these out. However, I am not a real fan of Steve's voice. Nor his acting, which was the main reason for all of the elbowing. We also really enjoyed the old man who would come out to raise the lid of the piano, remove the music, etc. He looked kind of like someone's grandpa who was just dying to be involved. At one point there was another guy who came out at the same time as him onto the stage, and Andrew and I were anticipating a throw down (or, a brawl for it all, Denise) when the old guy looked like the young whipper-snapper was trying to usurp his authority. Oh, the joys of a University Recital!!

Almost time for bed

"One word, two syllables: Demarcation" (Thanks Dwight!)

I have been too busy reading everyone else's posts, playing Skip-Bo with Travis and the girls, getting my hair cut, waiting for babies to be born, and contemplating being a boyfriend stealer to write for the last couple of days.

So, the haircut. I was very pleased with it until Monday when I came face to face with Andrew with the same hair as me. I got my hair cut just like his. I have reached new lows in my stalking attempts when I am trying to be my co-workers.

More tomorrow when its not 11:30 with Mary trying to go to sleep...

"You're never too old for space camp..."

Big News!

Yesterday, the ever elusive Helen Manning herself called the store to ask why her c.d. sales were down. She apparently was not a very nice person, and said about Alberta, "I thought this was the money province". I asked Judi why she didn't give Helen my home number, so I could ask Ms. Manning why she is such a loser. For those of you who don't remember my previous rants about Helen Manning, she is a woman who sells value priced c.d.s that are cheap because they are so crappy. We keep getting boxes and boxes of them, and we really don't have anywhere to put them. I am actually pretty surprised that Helen is real, I thought it was just a cover name to avoid all of the Chapters staff who have a hit out on her life. The only thing I do know about her is her apparent deep and abiding love for Tom Jones (and I don't mean the 18th century novel by Fielding). I mean "What's new Pussy cat" himself. There are more Tom Jones albums in the Helen Manning collection than we could possibly sell. Ah, C'est La Vie!

We had a great week-day eve last night with new people, too! We played "Catchphrase" which I LOVED!! We also played "Mad Gab", and I do have to acknowledge that Braden just might be the king of that game. I'll just have to placate myself with my mad "Boggle" skills...
The fireseide was really nice, and I got to be my Dad after with all the socializing. I had a fun encounter with Steven Morton, who, let's be honest, I don't know very well. He said he really enjoyed watching me sing. Hmmmm. Not really sure how to take that... Anyway, he invited me to his recital, which I will be attending with...Andrew. Yay, I foresee much muffled laughter and a permanent elbow in the ribs.

Maybe she thought I knew every book in the store...

So I bought a present for someone, and then never gave it to him/her. Not for any sinister reason, just didn't see this person before I went home for Christmas. That really is an irrelevant detail, but a quasi-amusing introduction to today's post. The present was a book (Ah! how original! I am a literary peddlar and I was going to give a book for Christmas) called "The Little Book of Crap Advice" (It was a mini-book, but the "New Bigger Edition", so there!) So now that this officially a Christmas present to me (yay), I feel no guilt reading it, and will even share some of my favorite parts.

"Remember, fat people are harder to kidnap"

"The best way to a man's heart is to saw his chest open"

"Attack by a buzzard: Get a hobby! Buzzards are only attracted to dead meat."

"Remember the nice thing about egotists is that they don't talk about other people"

"If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague"

"Light travels faster than sound. That's why some people appear bright until you hear them speak"

"Fool people into thinking you are enlightened by smiling enigmatically whenever anyone punches you in the face"

And, now here is some advice from me. Crap or not, it would be well for all if taken seriously.
When I am in the bathroom at work and in the stall, (o.k., this mostly applies to the female population of Lethbridge, although I have had to see men in that bathroom peeing with the stall door open more than I care to) please, please, please do not ask me if we have a certain book in stock, even if I am wearing my vest at the time. This displeases me for the following reasons:

1. I'm going to the bathroom. yeah.

2. I do not have a secret computer in the stall. That would be gross, and if discovered, would probably be used for less than scrupulous means...

3. I know you really need help, and I know I'm probably just being greedy, but I consider that 90 seconds my time away from you.

4. Talking to a complete stranger while peeing is slightly awkward.

Did this happen? yes. Was it creepy? yes. Did this customer ask me later if I knew anyone who needed a massage therapist? yes. Did I volunteer myself? ...

Anyway, I am home sick again from work today. I was going to go, but I apparently looked and sounded so bad last night, that my boss rearranged schedules so I could stay home. It was probably a good thing because last night when I couldn't find a book that we apparently had 3 copies of, I nearly broke down crying. Anyway, I watched a movie today that I forgot how much I love. "Melinda and Melinda". I enjoyed it again immensely. The cast is fantastic, the writing great (It's a Woody Allen, one of the only ones I've seen)and Will Ferrell is absolutely delightful in it. Everyone should watch this movie.

Hope to be feeling better tomorrow!!

Sick Jenny also muses

I have to say, the 2006 soundtracks were such a good idea. As I have been listening to Denise and Ginger's music, I have really seen a bit of their hearts. There is something so powerful about music and great lyrics, we really let them say the things we could never be brave enough to say out loud. Even listening to my own choices has made me see myself as a hopeless romantic. Huh. You can try to be as brave and as strong as you like, but the truth always comes out in the end, and the truth about me (and my love of power ballads) came out with "Fix You" by Cold Play.

Back to work today, and I still feel like crap. I really hope that I am able to sing by Sunday for the fireside. How do I always end up getting roped into these things?

Hope 2007 is great for everyone so far!!

Just about time for my hourly call to Danny...

Boo! 2007 is starting with me being sick as a dog. I wondered briefly this morning at 3:00am as I was shivering madly under a thousand blankets if I have the Norwalk(?) virus, but Mary assures me that I do not. She says I would be logging a lot more bathroom time. Argh, I really am such a whiner when I'm sick. Dear Denise, maybe you need to come and diagnose me!!

Last night we went to Danny's house for a New Year's party, where, as per usual, there were about 1 gazillion girls and maybe 7 guys. I was so impressed with the food and drink until I found out that girls had come to their house, cleaned and prepared all the food. Who are these girls? Don't you have enough trouble cleaning your own houses? Do you have self respect? I know I am probably being bitter that no guys ask me to come and clean their house... No wait, I'm glad. Although, maybe that is the way to get a date - become an indentured servant. Hooray. Just another one of the reasons I can stomach being single.

Actually the party was pretty fun, except for my least favorite game of all time, "If you love me, smile." It brings out all of my insecurities, and I'll be the first to admit that I was the definite party-pooper in that game. The night did turn into a dance party, which was great because although I am embarassed to do a lot of things, dancing is not one of them. I am perfectly willing to make a complete ass of myself on the dance floor, or really anywhere there is music playing (re: scary hair flip during my attempts to make some guy smile...) At almost 12 we headed over to the other house to watch the countdown on the big screens where I was hugged twice by Danny (Oh, joy of my life).

2007: I am pretty excited for a new year. I am (somewhat) motivated to look for a real job, ready to start a regime of eating and exercise (oh the thought of clothes shopping as a positive experience!!) I am also looking forward to our Relief Society challenge of reading the Book of Mormon, I echo Denise's sentiments that this is what the Lord needs us to do right now.

I have actually expended all of my energy, so I need to go lie down and possibly die. If you don't hear from me, I will be laying on the couch, watching "Rushmore".

Yay. Oh, funny story. Yesterday, Danny gave me his new cell phone number even though I have never called him in my life.

The humble thoughts of a very short girl at the close of the year

Advice: If you don't know how to spell, you probably shouldn't write things in public places.

We are approaching the end of 2006, which has been a great year. ("It was a very good year...") Thinking about what I have done and/or achieved has been keeping me busy this last couple of days. Shall we review?

High Points/Achievements/What have you

1. New York - I still dream about that city. What a truly amazing experience to go to a place where you can see, eat, do and buy almost everything. I was so spoiled to go with the greatest people as well. And who knew that Ben talks in his sleep?

2. Arrested Development - The show that (in the words of Andrew) changed, nay, started my life. Not only did I love it the first time, but I am getting to watch it for the first time again with friends, and that is almost better.

3. Becoming social again - Just one year ago I was content to sit at home, watch t.v. and download music. Thanks to Denise, Ginger, Ashley and Sarah, I go to dances, help plan parties, and even talk to boys again (which is still a mystery to my roommates) I have had ridiculous amounts of fun, and have made some great new friends. Hooray!

4. The Thaine and Terry Olsen 30th Wedding Anniversary Tribute Concert - This was so much fun to plan and put on. It was great to do something so classy for Mom and Dad, and, let's be honest, when you have so much talent in the family, you have to show it off sometimes. Thank-you again to all my siblings for helping with the night.

5. Learning to play the guitar and writing my first official song - I have such talented, smart, and funny friends, and the music this year has been phenomenal. (people who are unsure of their spelling should probably not write blogs, either) Actually learning to play my guitar has been hard, and I am definitely more bad than good, but it has been a goal for awhile, and I am proud of myself for starting it.

6. Applying to school twice - sadly, not getting accepted to either program, but attempting to try something new, finding out you can survive heart break twice in one year, knowing you need to be doing something more with your life are all things that give you hope for yet another new year.

I apologize to the 2-3 people that may be reading this for the Hallmark Movie style writing and reminiscing, but in the words of Kat lovin' Kristy, "Sorry ladies, it's unavoidable!"

Hope all of you take the opportunity to look back and assess, and if you get the chance, let me know what some of your highlights were. (Or low points, I am equally open to both!)

Chao Bella!!!!

Jenny-Bean

things that you should not do at home come naturally..

Christmas was fantastic this year! Hooray!! For starters, I did get some gifts. (flashback to the saddest Christmas morning last year when I was the only one without a spouse or not in a "serious relationship", watching everyone open presents) I got great presents - Thanks to Greg for the beautiful picture which I will love forever. And, in about 4 days, I will officially come into the 21st century when I get MY IPOD NANO!!! I am beyond excited to have all of my music in one place. I just know that it will revolutionize my public transit experience.

The food was, of course, great as usual. Our appetizer night on Christmas Eve was heavenly. Adam's homemade baguettes were to die for (even the new and exciting cheeses - yay Norway) The butter tarts, ther caramels...thank heavens for the regime Jess, Adam and I are starting in January.

I have been thinking about Christmas movies, and I came up with my top 5 Christmas movies of all time. In no particular order:

1. Christmas in Conneticut. Barbara Stanwyck is so delightful in this film. Her desperate attempts to be the domestic wonder woman of her column make me almost as uncomfortable as Michael Scott's antics.

2. White Christmas. Great dancing, singing, humor, romance and the wonderful Danny Kaye make me love this movie every time I see it. I don't know how many times I have watched and rewatched the dance number "The best things happen while you're dancing"

3. Holiday Inn: The sweetness of Bing Crosby's character, the smarminess of Fred Astaire's, the first film appearance of the song "White Christmas", the dancing, and Irving Berlin's music make me love, love , love this movie. I remember that we had it in a tape with no name, and so we never knew what it was called for years!

4. A Muppet Christmas Carol: "Light the lamp, not the rat!" This is probably my favorite tellings of the Dicken's story for Michael Caine, Kermit the frog, Beaker (love, love, love him) and the wonderful cheesy music.

5. A Midwinter's Tale: A relativley unknown movie, it was written and directed by Kenneth Branagh. It is about a group of actors who are preparing a production of Hamlet for Christmas Day and it is sweet, funny, sharp and heart-breaking. Jess and I discovered it awhile ago, and I watch it at least once a year now.

Anyway, I should probably go and dress so I can prepare for the crazy ones, Mark and Steven, who will be here later today.

Merry Christmas!!

placating bad drivers since 1977

Since when did it become a bad thing to be annoyed when someone almost runs you over with a minivan?
Yesterday I was (furtively) on my way to the store I love to hate, "The Bargain!Bargain! Bargain! shop, and as I was crossing the street right by that respected establishment, I looked up to see a van headed straight for me. I WAS ON THE CROSSWALK, and the van just kept coming. I had to start running backwards, while the lady driving was looking everywhere but straight ahead AT THE PERSON SHE WAS INCHES AWAY FROM HITTING. When she finally looked up, she slammed on her brakes with a horrified look on her face. I quickly stepped up on the sidewalk, and by doing so, came around the side of the van. She rolled down the window and apologized. Now, a good person would have apologized for walking ON THE CROSSWALK WHILE THERE WAS A WALK SIGNAL ON and for getting in her way. On any other day I may have smiled and tried to make her feel better for being such a terrible driver. However, this was not to be that day. I was already stressed about the Relief Society dinner that evening, and I was annoyed that I had to go to the Bargain shop at all. So, when this lady apologized I just said "Yeah, Whatever!" in a hostile tone, and kept on my way. Anyway, when I told some people the story, they were scandalized that I had been so rude to the lady. Just chalk the attitude up to my embarassment at having to run to avoid being hit. Whatever!

Other than that controversial incident, my evening was actually really great. The R.S. dinner was fantastic! We had a great turnout, and the decorations and program were wonderful. Hooray!!

I am here at work (sshh, I am not supposed to be blogging on company time, but I guess the Christmas season is bringing out the rebel in me...) at the most unholy hour of 10:00pm. We are open all this week until 11:00pm. Boo. And another resounding Boo!

Anyway, that is really all I have and I need to go and fill bags, because heaven knows, people are going to be buying books tomorrow.

The wind is making me want to kill myself

"If you sit on my lap today
a kiss, a toy is the price you'll pay!
If you sit on my left knee,
don't be stingy!!
Be prepared to pay"

O.k., so these are the creepiest lyrics known to man (Thank-you Adam!) from the cartoon "Santa Claus is coming to town". This insane movie chronicles the life of our very own dear "Kris Kringle", and features the voice of...Mickey Rooney. Does this not make the aforementioned song even more shady? That's all I really have tonight, besides the fact that I am going to the dance, even after my emo post from the last one.

Oh yeah, I should not be allowed to use email. I am not strong like unto a rock.

Kate

As December 15th is fast approaching, I have been thinking alot lately about stuff, life, love, whatever. This morning I wrote a poem, and I really do find that I write them when the inspiration strikes. So, here it is:

Thank heavens no one will read this

I have had my heart broken
by neither boy nor man.
They have kept their distance
from my charms and insecurities
as I have walked
with my arms outstretched
(wait, its not what you think)
keeping them where they're perfect
and knocking them flat-
those who tried the unthinkable.

It has broken, though
this heart I have buried
in lungs and ribs and fear
by the sweetest black-haired girl
I never knew.
The one who wouldn't come
even when I prayed
(wasn't I always taught to?)
the one who like her mother
stubbornly remained expressionless
to all my pleading and rage.

It was she who stole
the breathing beating mess
and split it, crushed it deftly
with tiny moon-tipped fingers.
But to boy and man
it has (oh, my heart!)
stayed hidden like hers
elusive quiet
waiting for the quickening.

December 13th, 2006.

The cure for winter wonderlust...

is not a chick-flic. Especially one with Jude Law and a completely adorable Jack Black. Hmmf. It is also not secret watchings with Flick selected romantic episodes of Dawson's Creek. It is also not sitting around all week, glued to my cell phone, waiting for a promised phone call. And, surprise, surprise, it is definitely not reminiscing about stories of first kisses . Assaults on the dance floor, (New Years, grade nine graduation, Sweetheart's dance or what have you), not withstanding.

I am hoping the cure will be one of three things:
1. Dying my hair tonight ("I said a change...will do you good")
2. Thinking about our favorite mood-killer (B.E.)
3. Starring (ever so reluctantly) in the Stake Carol Festival where I will be surrounded by people who are mostly over the age of 50.

Hmm, it is also not listening to the soundtrack for High School Musical, which happens to be playing in the house right now. It is merely conjuring up images of the unavoidably adorable Zach... something. (I really think it would be 100% sadder if I actually knew his full name)

So, I will stop waiting for a phone call that, let's be honest, is never going to come, I will dye my hair, and I will do my best to stay away from the girly movies. And I will definitely cut myself off from the ever-persuasive Pacey Whitter ("Ah! I'm naked...What happened?")

The next time you see me I will be relatively cured. Or minus eyeballs.

Sure. Fine. Whatever.

Is it hard to be a cashier with no bra?

The retail countdown to Christmas continues to be an absolute gong-show. Not the least of the crazy is coming in on the phone. "Hi, I hear you guys have lots of books there..." That was my favorite opener of the day. I don't know who told that gentleman that we sell books at Chapters, but he was seriously informed. We do sell books, my brother, and a darn tootin' lot of 'em, is how I wanted to respond. Crazy also comes waltzing through the front door. Today I had a lady who said: "I'm looking for a c.d. that I have been told you have here. It is by a young guy, and it's a fairly new one." I asked her if she knew who the artist was, and she said no, and looked at me as if I was the one who was stupid! I dug my toes into my shoes and started firing names off at her. With each name she only said no, and was becoming visibly impatient. !!!!!! She then made a huge deal of saying she would have to go to the car to get the piece of paper on which she had the person written down. (Why wouldn't she have just brought...) She finally said "I think its Corbin, or something". "Josh Groban?", I asked. Yes, that was it. She wasn't that grateful that I had finally read her mind, she was only mildly annoyed it had taken me all of 2 minutes. There is also crazy right under our noses at Chapitres. Kristy, or "Cat-lovin' Kristy" as she calls herself, was in the staff room with myself and 3 other female coworkers just before her shift started. Suddenly, she whipped off her shirt, and she was completely naked from the waist up. NO BRA. Now, this is a neither young, nor particularly skinny lady. The rest of us just stared at eachother while she rummaged (topless, remember) through her locker for a work-appropriate shirt, which she then put on. Still no bra. What on earth would make a person think that it was in any way appropriate to disrobe in front of virtual strangers, and in a room where a man or boy might walk in at any minute. I think about poor Robbie, our sweet young employee who only narrowly missed being scarred for life...

I am looking forward to this weekend and the tons of things that are going on. I will be singing in the Stake Carol Festival, where I will be in at least three numbers, and who knows, by the end of the night I may be in more. I was of course asked last Sunday if I could get something together for our ward, and I was then asked by some London Road members if I could sing in their quartet. And, of course, there is the incomparable Institute choir. I am happy to help, however, I feel like I will be up there almost too much. Ah, c'est la vie. It wouldn't be my life unless I was finding numerous ways to "exhibit".
Ciao for now!

pearls and curls

Thoughts about dances:
1. I am too old
2. Why can we not play music with a beat that can actually be danced to? Why so much swing? And, for the love of Mike, why line dances?
3. Why do we always end up in a circle, and why when you venture out to break it up a bit do people automatically assume you're out there to be on display, and therefore give you some cat-calls? I just want to dance!!
4. I'm sad when Denise doesn't come.
5. I spend literally hours on my curly hair, buy a new shirt, and only the girls say "You look great tonight"
6. This is the most emo post EVER. (Boo, my life is so sad and I'm so misunderstood!)

I am happy to report that the Cardston Telethon was as exciting as it ever was. Or, in other words, I was there, I sang, it was an event. I love how people at work were so excited tht I was singing at it. They were considering me a minor local celebrity, and wondering if Mark Campbell was there to mark the occasion. I am absolutely toying with the idea of writing a novel/novella/cowboy poem about a woman who plans a community event, and has to deal with the self-proclaimed "local talent". It's fun when people think that they are the star of any show tha they are in.

Ciao for now, this blog has moved from emo to just plain excruciatingly boring. I'll write again when I can be amusing and awake!