When tensions are high among beautiful people...

Aside, from a few cuss words (for my conservative friends), this video is hilarious. I've never seen anything quite like it... or as appealing to the eye. So swallow your mouth full of soda, blow your nose if you're prone to be a nose-laugher, and enjoy!

The Same, But Different

As I write this, I am sitting in my "childhood" bed at my parents house, alone. Somewhere in a parallel outdoor universe, my husband is probably lying in a sleeping bag, or two, or three, or four, shivering and wondering why he and his friend ever thought snow camping was a good idea. (he, he) The funny thing is that I grew up in this room. I slept in this bed for 18 long years. I'm under the same blankets, with the same pillows, surrounded by the same book shelves and pictures on the wall, but it feels so odd to be here. I have only been married for about 4 months, but that short amount of time somehow wiped away all the old normalcy of my single life—my life alone.

It feels weird to think that my I don't know exactly what my husband is doing and saying right now. It almost makes me laugh out loud, because anyone who knows me well knows that I thought I'd never want someone to be a part of my life at all times. So, I pathetically wish that I were with my husband tonight, rather than alone at the home I know so well.

All this has got me to thinking. Why is it that I love being married to T.M.I.M.? Well, for your reading pleasure, here are just a few of the reasons:

• There is always someone who wants to listen to me talk about my day, and finds it genuinely interesting. (Unless of course he is playing his DS, or thinking about camping)
• I always have someone to hold the other half of the hymn book and it doesn't have to be awkward.
• I don't have to throw away the other half of my Cafe Rio salad.
• There is always an opportunity to hear voices, quotes, and imitations when I least expect it and most need a laugh.
• I have someone to share my hopes and dreams with who won't think I'm crazy. 
• Mario found her Luigi. We can now take over the gaming world!
• There is someone to confirm that I do NOT snore, when I've been wondering for so long.
• I have someone to camp for me so I don't have to.
• I don't have to push myself when I stand on the bar on the grocery cart and I can now float down the aisles with ease. 
• I have an insect killer at my beckon call, a role which I'm pretty sure my parents were tiring of. 
• I have a warm body to cuddle with instead of my body pillows.
• I have a life-sized Ken to dress.
• I have someone to sit real close to at church when it's freezing cold.
• I can wake up someone nearby during the middle of the night when I have bad dreams, like all five year-olds do.
• I have someone to laugh at really lame commercials and sitcoms with.
• I always have confirmation, although forced, when I say that a certain girl is not cute.

These are just a few of the things I can think of at the moment, with my less-than-alert mind. I'm sure I would list less silly and more sincere things after a full night's rest. But that's not why you read my blog.

There goes the neighborhood.

As I was just driving home from work, at 4:30pm, I saw a car pulled over by two trooper cars on the side of the interstate. This young man was doing the whole walk on a straight line and touch your nose with your fingers thing ... at 4:30. Wow. I have to admit that a small part of me was proud of this man. It takes a lot of guts to get plastered in the middle of a week day. If I were the drinking kind, I might have been in the same position he was on a day like today. But when I came to my senses, I realized it probably wasn't the highlighting moment of that man's life.

I'm pretty sure my neighbors are drug dealers—two doors down. There are multiple cars at their place, which are gone at the strangest times. Mysterious people are often at their door with shifty eyes... and a grown man with a backpack. I'm no expert, but I'm pretty sure my neighborhood is about to be featured on the next episode of COPS.

Shopping Fail

Just thought I'd let you know that Walgreen's in Kaysville is completely sold out of Cadbury Mini Eggs ... for the season. Or so I've heard.

"The advice is priceless, and the book is free."

Many of you have probably seen this before. But it's always worth a replay.

In a recent discussion with my husband where we listed all the things we'd rather buy instead food, gas, insurance, and other necessities, this clip came to mind.




So, until I become a billionaire, the wish list of things we'd like to buy will have to do:

Hover house, hover car, money tree, my personal yoga studio and instructor, stock in H&M, Muddy Buddy dispenser in my car, tredmill desk to work off the Muddy Buddies, house on the coast with a wrap around porch, my grandma's old house restored to the exact position it was in when she was still alive, a baby grand piano, robotic arms or legs, someone to follow me around and tell me I look cute all day, a personal jet to take me to see Jen, Shae, and Lara at will, someone to shave my legs for me (at least weekly), etc.

A girl can dream...