The Fab Five

Everyone in our apartment was having a hard week. Things can get tough when you live in a place like "The Muddy". We definately aren't in Provo anymore! So one weekend we decided to take off and go to California. The great thing about living in Vegas is that everyone from California comes to gamble on the weekends and we get to go there. It's kind of a swap. Anyway so we got a hotel room for two nights and spent Saturday on the beach. It was an awesome and much needed break.
These are my room mates. Myra is on the far right. Myra is so great! We have been best friends since we were in Junior High and we have had a so many incredible adventures together. We are the amazing traveling partners. Liz is just right of Myra. She is a PE teacher at one of the high schools here in Vegas. I love her because she has a great sense of humor and laughs a lot. She is athletic, like me, and we have visions of doing a triathlon together.
Erica is next. I just love Erica! She has this cleaver personality that I envy. I met her about 2 years ago because she was in Myra's ward. Well, everyone called her "Beppa" and for the longest time I didn't know her real name. She is still in my phone as "Beppa".
Then, there's me...Well, not much to report there, but we do have one other room mate that couldn't come on the trip with us, which would explain why she isn't in the picture. Her name is Nancy. Nancy is a high school Home Economics teacher. She is an extremely organized and keeps herself quite busy. She is a very charitable person and she is always cooking for some big function. We have all appreciated her cooking skills (especially her deserts!)
So together we are the "Fab Five", at least that's what they call us, and to tell you the truth, I think they are right! We are pretty fabulous, even if I do say so myself.

"Tomarrow"

Okay, so don't you hate it when you have been doing something wrong for a long time, only to suddenly find out that you have been doing it wrong all along and no one has bothered to tell you? Well, I am ashamed to admit this, but I have been spelling the word "tomorrow" wrong for years!!! For some reason I thought it was spelled "tomarrow". I really think it should be spelled that way because that's how it sounds. Dang this English language sometimes!
My aunt had a similar experience with the phrase "chest of drawers". She thought it was "chester drawers" her whole life and then, to her mortification, her husband finally came out and told her it's "chest of drawers". Talk about feeling stupid.
I have learned to appreciate those people who are genuinely honest. Not critical, mind you, but honest. They have your best interest in mind and they don't want you to walk around looking stupid, so they tell you straight out. "Hey, you have some black stuff smeared all across your face". Instead of you going home and feeling completely embarrassed because you have been walking around all day with some horrid black smudge streaked all across your face.
The thing that makes me feel most ridiculous is that I have been spelling tomorrow wrong in all of my text messages. Well, I like to use the automatic words (or whatever they are officially called) because I think it's faster to write text messages and I have always thought it was so dumb that "tomarrow" was never in my phone dictionary. "Of all of the words that are in here, why would the word tomarrow be left out?" Okay at this point you would think I'd get the hint that I was spelling it wrong, but it never really did.
My question is: Why didn't anyone tell me? Of all of the people I text messaged using the word "tomarrow", why didn't anyone ever tell me? Or was everyone sitting comfortably in their own little worlds, laughing at my ignorance?

A special thanks to Cassidy for her excellent spell checking skills.

Don't Mess With Me!

So, with all of the drama that's going on in my life, I kind of took my frustrations out on Paul. Poor Paul, he really didn't know what was coming. Okay, so he asked me to give him a haircut and I can't help it, the razor slipped and... well... oops!
See those dark circles under my eyes? Never ask anyone with circles under their eyes like that to give you a haircut. They obviously don't know what they are doing and, to tell you the truth, I have never cut anyone's hair before. The only experience I've had with cutting hair was when I took the scissors to my own head as a child. The result, well let's just say I was embarassed to be seen in public for a few weeks.
I have often thought that hair was over rated and the less energy you had to put into it, the better, even though I did my share of worrying over it. I used to have really long hair, almost to my waist. It was easy, all I had to do was blow it dry and brush it. When I finally decided to cut it, to look more professional, I freaked out. I had just cut off 11 freakin' inches! I felt like I had just cut off half of my mortal existance. My only consolation was that my hair is probably sitting on the head of someone with cancer. I hope they enjoy it because I sure did. ...Maybe Paul could have used it...

The Country Music of My Life

I love music and I've often thought how every significant part of my life has a song attached to it. You know those songs that you hear and they bring an event, a trip, or a specific person to your mind? Well I'd like to write a sound track to my life. It would be a pretty dang good sound track, that is, if you (reader) had the same taste in music as me.

I like all types of music but there is one type of music that I have never really liked, and perhaps that's because it is associated with bad memories from the past, but I cant' stand country music. Now, I'm not talking folk music, I'm talking steel guitar, knee slappin', bandana wearin', twangy country. Well, I regret to say that the theme song of my life for the past two months has been a country song. I lost my job, I lost my car, my dog died, oh wait, I don't have a dog, nevermind. But if I did have a dog, I'm sure it would have died too.

Okay, so on my 26th birthday I recall looking back on the previous year's events and thinking to myself, "Dang, this last year has been an adventure. I wonder what will unfold this next year of my life?" Well, little did I know but I had just cursed myself. Three days later, I was "let go" from the law firm I had been working for, because they wanted to expand their company and they needed to hire an accountant. So they decided to kill two birds with one stone, having the accountant take over my job too. So once again, I was left looking for a job, only this time, I had a car payment I was worried about.

Needless to say I was frantic. I searched and searched and applied and applied and finally found a temp job at another law firm while I continued to interview for other jobs. Then, the inevitable happened. I was on my way to work one morning and had stopped at a red light. When the light changed and the traffic started going again I started going too (like any normal person who was trying to make it to work on the other side of Las Vegas in decent time, would do).

Well, all of the sudden the lady infront of me stopped. By the time I slammed on my breaks, it was too late. Little Stella had taken a nasty hit. Well, to make this long story shorter, my car has been in the shop for a month now.

I console myself by telling myself that all of the bad events for the year are going to happen at the beginning of the year so the rest of the year should be amazing!! Maybe I'll be the 50th customer of the day at Piggley Wiggley and win a free pig or something. Talk about stress, I think I am developing a bald spot and the premature aging is really beginning to show!!

Well, this story isn't completely a tradgedy, or a country song (sorry for all of you who like country music). I just started a new job on Monday and my car is supposed to be done on Friday, so things are looking up from here. Although, I did accidentally walk into the men's bathroom instead of the women's yesterday... is that a bad sign?

Oh by the way, if you want to hear a really good song, the song of the month is "Read My Mind" by The Killers. It's NOT country.