boyfriend replacement.

i love coming home to a big, soft comfy chair. the kind that completely engulfs you and makes you feel so safe. and relaxed. and small. and protected. who needs a bf.

design within reach.

design within reach.

"griffith" cuddle chair.

well,  maybe i'll take a bf to buy me one of these. and cuddle me on it.

rack.

you know when you get in a car accident and all you can think about is how you wish you didn't turn on that street. or you left five minutes earlier. or you just didn't get in the car all together.

i got in a car accident. well not really, but just as traumatic. actually, way more traumatic.

i had about 30 minutes to kill before bikram, so i stopped at nordstrom rack to see if i could find any discounted treasures. about 20 minutes in, i was sick of looking through all the ed hardy bejeweled tees and decided to leave. as i walked down the main aisle passed the savvy rack, there it was. the really, really cute blouse i had been eyeing for a while, but could never find in my size. i snatched it, ran to the mirror, took off my blazer and slipped it on over my top. perfecct. i knew i would love it. i crossed my arms, pulled it up and felt this nice, but unexpected breeze. as my mom would say, "i showed my rack at the rack."

as i drove away, without the really cute blouse in my size, all i could think is - WHY? why did i go there? why did i have to see that top? why did i walk down that aisle? why didn't i just go to whole foods and do some grocery shopping where you don't have to try anything on. and you won't show your boobs to little children and an elderly couple that give you the type of dirty look only reserved for perverts who show their body parts to complete strangers?

on the bright side, i'm counting this towards my 1996 new year's resolution to moon someone.

after three years.

i'm finally booger free.

and ready to blog again.

i'm pretty sure i have a perma-booger.

it just keeps happening. every time i talk to someone or even look at them, they wipe their nose. every time. i considered the whole paranoid scenario. like when you have a zit on your nose and you feel as if every single person is staring right at it. but no, it doesn't fit. there is just was no way that many people would wipe their nose when they saw me. conclusion: i must have a perma-booger.

joe.

he was one of the best men i have ever known.


i will miss you.

i'm going to the byu v. u game today and i'm scared.

and no, not because i think my cougs will disappoint. i'm afraid of myself and the words that might come out of this mouth. go back about 3 years. it was byu v. u home game in provo. sadly the red team was beating us by quite a bit at the half. my spirits were low so we decided to re-energize with some delish stadium food. as we walked to the hotdog line, a rather large man dressed in red from head to toe (yes he was even wearing one of those stupid red fake hair hats that really should be banned), came up to me. with a smirk on his face he asked, "um, do you know what the score is?" and then it happened, a moment i will always regret. i threw back a quick - "um, are you fat?" yep, that's what i said. and he was fat. really fat. and his fat face turned from a smurk to a fat sad puppy face and i am pretty sure i will go to hell for what i said. i promise i will be better this game. or at least try...

drop it like it's hot.

it's that time of year. winter is coming and pretty soon all we'll want to do is cuddle up next to a warm fire, sip hot cocoa and watch all the latest redbox flicks. it's always a desperate search to find that special body to keep you company during these hybernation months. BUT don't fret. i believe i have found a way to secure that perfect winter lover. i was first introduced to this maneuver by one of my students in the fiji islands. her final move is really the clincher. it works every time. promise.