Michael J, Patron Saint of Halloween

Is there a person that has ever lived that was more of a Halloween icon than Michael Jackson? Lets look at the facts:

He dressed in costume almost every day of his life.
He didn't even need a mask to have a scary face.
His song Thriller is a Halloween song that we listen to all year round.
A lot of his other songs also make great Halloween songs: Billy Jean, Dirty Diana, Smooth Criminal, Beat It, and Bad, just to name a few.

Just know that wherever you are tonight, somewhere Michael Jackson is looking down on us and wishing you a Happy Halloween!

Fear

To celebrate the Halloween season, here is a list of things I am afraid of, in no particular order.

• I'm afraid I'll forget how to cook by the time I feel good enough to cook again.
• I'm afraid of men in gorilla suits. Any psych majors want to help me out with this one?
• I'm afraid I wont ever fit into my wedding dinner dress. Not so much a fear about my size, as its about how much I really really love that dress!
• I'm afraid of haunted forests, haunted houses, haunted corn mazes and the fact that Adam might force me to go again this year.
  
• I'm afraid that is a fight he is going to lose. That isn't so much a fear, as it is a fact stated like I have a southern accent.
  
• I was afraid of losing my job last march and now I'm afraid of not getting to quit.
  

Well that's all! Happy Halloween season everyone! (Idea for next post: celebration of Michael Jackson, the patron saint of Halloween)

Marriage

For me, marriage was never about not being alone. I didn't mind being alone. Friday nights were totally awesome if I had a date, or if I just watched a chick flick and did my toe nails.

Marriage wasn't about security. I had my own car, my own job, and my own apartment (okay, I shared with a roommate. . . ), I think I was pretty secure.

Marriage wasn't about passion, I think I was living just fine without it.

No, marriage wasn't about filling a void. I loved my life. I would only get married because it was so great it would be nice to share. I would only get married if I found a person that complimented me for who I was.

How did I know Adam was the perfect guy for me? A lot ways really, but I think it was driven home to me the other night. Adam was reading the scriptures to me. 2 Nephi 19 to be exact. When he came to vs 6 he paused. And he didn't have to tell me why he paused. I knew! He paused so I could sing it!! Because I wouldn't have focused on another word if I didn't get it out of my system!

Random Thought for the Day

It doesn't matter what you have on underneath (even if it is a pair of shorts) you look like an idiot walking around school with pants around your ankles.

Adam is Funny

Me: Hey your iPod says the battery is very low. But its plugged in, shouldn't it be able to charge from my computer?

Adam: Yeah it takes a minute. Very low battery means the battery is very low.

No kidding?

Just a Little Convo

The following conversation occurred while I was on the internet.

ME: Woah!! I don't know what I did, but I just made one of my little tabs into its very own window!!!!!

ADAM: Yeah. I do that all the time. (as in, duh)

ME: You do? On purpose?

ADAM: No.

(This is probably not funny to anyone but me. . . I accept that)

It was all Yellow

So I'm sitting here suffering from a really bad allergy attack. Just when I think its going to end and the tickle in my nose stops its torture, it just starts right back up again with a single watery eye and very good reason to blow my nose. If I could just sneeze I think I would feel better, but its not that kind of allergy attack, its just teasing with me. ANYWAY. . . So I didn't want to shower and do my make up yet, because it would all come off the left side of my face so I thought I would wait it out by writing a blog post. I don't know what is going to make this episode end, its not like I've taken any medicine, I'm not that smart. ANYWAY. . .

Have you ever taken the color test? Red, white, blue, yellow??? Well I heard a presentation by this guy on Wednesday and it was great. And he said that no matter what, our core personality will never change. So I guess I was wrong that I used to be a yellow and now I think that I'm a red, and that I thought at some point in my childhood I was a white, but I know that I have never ever been a blue, because that means I would have to be super selfless, which I am not. Plus I've never been a worrier.

So in watching his presentation I have once again decided that I am a yellow personality that learned how to be assertive (he explained in his presentation that its the healthy thing to do as an adult yellow). A few things that helped me realize what I was:

• Yellows are motivated by fun. They try to incorporate fun into everyday. When people seemed to ME like they didn't have very meaningful lives (so nice of me to judge, I know) I could never understand why they didn't do more FUN things. Its what keeps me going through the hard times, looking forward to something fun in the future.
  

• Yellows wake up loving themselves every day for no good reason. Enough said.

• Yellows, like everyone else, carry around a trash can where they keep all of their insults and bad things that happen to them. The only difference is that yellows have a hole in the bottom and have a hard time getting upset. Okay, hold on before you start thinking of all the times I have gotten mad. I'm not perfect on this one! BUT it reminds me of how I smile when I'm upset with Adam and how I laugh when I yell at my classes for being bad. But yeah, I can hold a grudge too.

• Yellows are afraid to face the facts. I used to not open bills if I knew I couldn't pay for them. I DON'T KNOW WHY!!! Anyway, Adam pays the bills now.
  

• Now I'm going to make myself pretty and get some work done around the house. I kind of want to have a party tonight!!

We Couldn't Help It!!

We couldn't help but laugh, a lot, when we started singing There is Sunshine in my Soul Today at church. After all, there wasn't just sunshine in my soul, there was sunshine all over my BRIGHT red arms. I leaned over before the song began and said, "I think I've had enough sunshine for awhile." Which is totally NOT true. I just haven't had enough sunscreen in my life. Anyway we chuckled through the first verse (it wasn't very funny in the 2-4 verses. . . ) Probably our favorite is the line "That glows in any earthly sky" when Adam and I both looked at my "glowing" arms. So I'll take a break from the sun for a day or two and then I'll be cautious with my exposure. :)

I Try To Learn From The Best

I'm always looking for teachers examples that I can follow, tricks of the trade that they use that I can experiment with in my class. Today I was watching Willy Wonka and I thought the teacher was AWESOME! Here are two quotes that shows just what a great teacher he is:

"I've just decided to switch our Friday schedule to Monday, which means that the test we take each Friday on what we learned during the week will now take place on Monday before we've learned it. But since today is Tuesday, it doesn't matter in the slightest. Pencils ready!"

"Of course you don't know. You don't know because only I know. If you knew and I didn't know, then you'd be teaching me instead of me teaching you - and for a student to be teaching his teacher is presumptuous and rude. Do I make myself clear?"

PS I forgot this movie was a musical. . .

Sometimes A Little Rebellion Can Be Fun

It was summer of 2006. I had accepted a job teaching Interior Design, Child Development and Clothing at Bingham High School starting that fall. It was strongly encouraged that I attend Utah's Family and Consumer Science Summer Conference in Riverton Utah. I requested the time off from my retail position and made the 20 minute drive in my Toyota Pick-up (Which I need to take a moment to say that I miss it SO MUCH. There was just something about that truck that was so comfortable and made you feel . . . connected with the road, I guess).

Summer Conference is two days long and it was a difficult couple of days. It catapult me right into my adult life. No more being a kid. I was reminded of a quote from Raising Helen, where the niece is upset with her aunt, her new guardian. She screams, "Don't you remember what it was like to be young?!?!?" And Helen, the aunt, replies, "Of course I do! It was last Wednesday!!" All around me were reminders of adultness. Women in their 30s and 40s and 50s and so on. . . Women talking about students, about babies, about grandkids, about divorces. And all I could think was, I DON'T WANT TO BE LIKE THESE WOMEN. Of course, once you get to know someone you'll end up loving them, and I know that now. I know a lot of these women and I do love them. Some of them are great role models, and some of them are dear friends, but at the time this is what I saw:
Crocheting
Knitting
Frumpy clothing
Quilting
Some of the most boring shoes you have ever seen in your LIFE
Basically I just got scared of growing up to be. . . boring.

So on day two of the conference I wore:
A rockin' white tank top with skulls
A little gray cardigan
Black yoga pants
Pink shoes with skulls (I had a theme going. . .)

I AM NOT GOING TO GROW UP TO BE BORING!!!!!

Now that I know that my story is my own and that I will end up according to how I live my life, I've toned down a bit. I still dress up to the nines when I attend this conference but I'm not quite so intense. Growing up can be hard, especially when it happens so quickly.

Forever

*Written on Sunday evening

After Adam finished his triathlon yesterday he laid down to rest while I went out to the swimming pool to enjoy the warmth I've missed all winter. While I was there I started chatting with some men in town for mountain biking. They were funny and teased me for stealing their pool chair, even though there were plenty to go around. They asked me questions like where I was from, what my husband did for work, how I liked teaching. . . basic stuff. They also asked how big of a family I had. It came up naturally in conversation, but I can't remember exactly how. I said, "I'm the oldest of 6 kids." So they went on to say how unfair it is when oldest children are expected to be a good example and the pressure can be too intense and how much oldest children are expected to help out with younger siblings. I admitted that it was true, I did help a lot with Kenny and Hannah, but that I didn't mind. It was a lot better than other things I could be doing as a teenager. But it got me thinking, people always assume that helping out with younger siblings is such a drag, but really if you love them it isn't so bad.

Then this morning as I got ready to head back home, packing up the hotel room and doing my hair, I got a song stuck in my head. I really have no idea where it came from, I hadn't thought of this song for a long time. It was a song from Pooh's Grand Adventure, I think its called Forever. Pooh is singing to Christopher Robin about how they are going to be friends forever. When I was a high school student, my younger siblings were on a different school schedule than me and so Andrew and Rob and Kellie would all be in school, but baby Kenny and I would not. We spent a lot of time watching Pooh's Grand Adventure and I remember writing down all the words of the song Forever. Then I would sing it to Kenny, pausing at smaller words and he would fill them in. It went a little like this:
Kim: Forever and ever is a very long time. . .
Kenny: . . . Pooh.
Forever isn't long at all when I'm with. . .
. . . you.
I wanna call your name
Forever
You will always answer
My name (the actual word was forever, but Kenny always got it wrong, which was actually cuter than getting it right)
And we will just be we, forever you and me, forever and. . .
Ever.

Maybe I didn't have an ordinary teenager experience. I think I had an extraordinary teenage experience. And I wouldn't change it for anything!

Well, today I'm glad I don't teach Spanish.

I'm procrastinating my lesson for church tomorrow. I started it, but got distracted by this, that and the other. This was checking my facebook. That was checking blogger. And the other was finding this button on my Mozilla web browser. The button said "Translate" and it was blue. And I had never seen it before. I clicked it and it said, This page has been automatically translated into English. Well it was my friend Tiffanie's blog (Love you Tiff!!) and so, duh, she WROTE it in English. Still, I was curious. So for some reason I selected French off the drop down list of languages. I don't speak French, so I couldn't tell if it was correct or not. So then I changed the language to Spanish. And wow!! It totally translates her whole blog (later I tried it on my own blog too!) into dang good Spanish. I mean, I haven't studied it for a LONG time, so maybe I'm incorrect about the accuracy, but it seemed pretty close to me! So write your paper for school into your blog. Translate it into Spanish. Or French. Or Hebrew for that matter. Its like Google's version of the easy button.

It's the little things

I don't write much about Adam in my blogs or on facebook. I don't talk about how I think he's the hottest guy I've ever met. I don't tell about all the cute things he says and does for me. I don't mention the phone calls and the text messages I get during the day. (That is to say, I try not to)

I don't want to brag.

So this is probably the only time you'll hear me say it. But the reason I bring it up to day is because I always wonder how I got so lucky. Before I dated Adam I never even dated someone I thought was as cool, as good looking and as totally compatible with me. I never knew it was possible to be so happy. But really, What did I do to deserve him?

Well after a year and a half of asking myself this question, today when I left the grocery store I realized the answer:

I always put the grocery cart in the cart return.

YEAH BABY! I knew someone was watching me take the high road. Even in the RAIN!

But please don't make me give up my strawberry shortcake!

So I've been married for 4 months and I have put on just a tiny bit of weight. This something I have worked so hard to avoid, but apparently not hard enough so I've rededicated to living a healthier life. I've cut out most desserts and tried to eat healthier and smaller portions. I've also started doing Biggest Loser Cardio Max workout DVD. I'm feeling better and stronger everyday I eat good foods and get a good work out (which is not every day, I'm shooting for 3 times a week right now)

There are a lot of desserts I can give up. I can watch my husband eat ice cream in front of me, I can turn down the chocolate chip cookies, but I don't think I could ever give up eating Strawberry Shortcake. It is probably my favorite dessert. Not just because its good, but because of what it represents. To me, strawberries represent spring and warmer weather, Easter and new beginnings. But it can also represent a lot of calories. So I dedicated some time to figuring out how to make my favorite dessert a little more figure friendly than usual. Its still a dessert. Proceed with caution.


Cupcake: (I broke down a cake mix into a smaller portion, because you KNOW what happens if you have extra cake lying around the house. . . and you're hungry. . . )
1 c Betty Crocker white cake mix (put the remainder of the cake mix in a Ziploc bag and back into the box)
1 egg white
2 T sugar free applesauce
1/3 c + 1 T water

Mix all ingredients, beat on medium speed for 1 1/2 minutes. Spoon into 8 cupcake liners. Bake at 350 for about 15 minutes. I let them cool, kept two for our dessert and put the rest in the freezer for another day. Because of the applesauce, these cupcakes will go bad faster than regular. I guess I could have made an even SMALLER batch, but I just didn't want to figure how to break down 1 egg white.
Cupcake: 100 calories

Strawberry topping:
2 cups fresh strawberries cut in half or fourths
2 T sugar (I'm going to try just 1 T next time)

Place strawberries in a bowl and sprinkle with sugar. Use two knives working like scissors to cut the strawberries into smaller pieces. The sugar will help draw out the strawberry's natural juices and make a really good topping.
1/2 c of topping: 45 calories

Whipped Topping:
1/2 c evaporated milk
1/4 tsp vanilla
1 T powdered sugar (must use powdered)

Place milk in a mixing bowl and place in the freezer until ice crystals form around the edges of the milk. (Consider freezing your beaters as well) Mix with a hand mixer on high for 1 minute until frothy. Add vanilla and sugar gradually. Mix on high for 2 more minutes until stiff. Serve immediately. (This can only be used on cool or cold desserts. It will melt on anything hot or warm) Makes 2 cups.
1/4 c whipped topping: 25 calories

Feel the Heat

I was so excited to try this awesome new recipe. I got it from my friend Jenny on facebook and I had made a few tweaks. I cut up the red bell pepper into spears. I cut the chicken (Jenny's recipe was for turkey, but when I saw the price was over $5.00 a lb, no thank you, I will stick with my chicken) into thin sections and then salted them and sprinkled them with fajita seasoning and then pounded the heck out of them with the butt of my knife (perhaps I should invest in a meat mallet?). I place the spears in the center and roll them up in the chicken. I turn around to move the frying pan with oil back onto the hot burner (it was starting to smoke earlier and so I moved it partly off) when I felt the MOST extreme heat I have EVER felt. OH MY GOODNESS. My hand is on FIRE! But how can that be, I think, I didn't even touch anything! I can't have seriously burned my hand on RADIANT heat from an electrical burner! I quickly place my hand under running water. I don't yell when I get hurt, I like hold it in until my blood vessels are about to explode. Adam notices something is a little different in the kitchen and asks if I'm okay. I think about it. Am I? I've burned myself often, but the worst of it could maybe be considered a first degree burn. This feels worse. . . A LOT WORSE. WAY WAY WORSE! So I try to convey this to Adam but I'm not sure how, so I just keep responding to his question of "Are you okay?" with the word "No." And I actually manage to run my hand under cool water AND get dinner in the oven (actually I alternate between the two activities). I sear the chicken rolls in the heated olive oil on all sides and then put them in the oven heated to 350 degrees (for those of you who are gleaning the recipe from this post) When the chicken is cooked I eat with Adam and a wet towel resting on my now blistered burn. Later Adam gets me some Aloe Vera sunburn gel and though it helps, I still suffer a couple of hours while we watch Biggest Loser. I continue to apply the gel every time it starts to hurt again. Probably every 5 minutes or so. Thankfully, my advil kicks in right as the show is ending so I easily fall asleep at 10pm.

Wednesday I wake up and remember the burn on my hand. It doesn't hurt at all, I can only feel it if I think about it. However, I don't have a lot of gauze or band-aids to hold it on with (I don't have any medical tape, so I just did what I could) so to spare my bandage I shower with that hand it the air. I can do everything but wash my hair. Well, I probably could if I had time, but I don't. I value my sleep too much. So once I'm out of the shower I no longer have to worry about the bandage getting wet and I can do my hair and makeup using both hands.

Later that day at school I have to use the bathroom. Its right before the last period of the day so I hurry to make it back before my students arrive. As I go to wash my hands I forget about the bandage and I stick both hands into the water. Oh well, I think. Probably needed to be changed and I have a first aid kit in my classroom with all necessary equipment. So I rip off the bandage and FREAK OUT. Why is my burn blister GREEN!?!?!?! That has got to be a bad thing. Oh wait, aloe vera gel. I didn't wash it off my 23 applications of it last night before bandaging my hand.

Spontaneous

I like to have a plan. I like to know what to expect. I like being home at a certain hour. Heck, I just like being home. Most of all I don't like letting people down, and with my scattered brain that happens easily when I abandon my plan. So I struggle with being spontaneous. It seems like its such a value in our society, to be able to change plans on a whim. Its not something that comes easy to me. Two summers ago my brother and cousin asked me to go with them to Twin Falls for the temple open house up there. On a whim I said yes. I was so proud of myself that I was being spontaneous and really living life. It felt great (even being pulled over for speeding wasn't too bad). That is, until I got a phone call. "Hi Kim, its Gerry. I'm at the school for our meeting. Hopefully you're just running late. See you soon." AH! I had a meeting with a teacher I worked with. She was going to train me on how to run our student officer training meeting. The joy I previously felt turned into a sick feeling in the bottom of my stomach. No, spontaneity is not part of my personality. Too often, for my scattered brain, it came at a price.

Still I continue to make a few spontaneous decisions in my life. I think even the most boring human on earth will have a few spontaneous moments. Sometimes I regret them (most often) and sometimes they turn out alright (rarely). Last night was one of the great victories for spontaneity.

Not being able to have lunch together, my brother and I decide to change our plans to dinner that night. And, he adds, if you want you could come to the concert with us as well. "Us" includes him, his girlfriend Martha, and her sister and brother-in-law. I tell him that I will think about it. And I do. I ask Adam. And like always he puts the choice right back on me. So I finally do the spontaneous thing to do and buy our concert tickets. When Adam gets home we drive down for dinner. We are late by 20 minutes and I start to have my panic attack. Its going to be bad I can feel it. This night is not going to go smoothly. But when we get to Olive Garden they have only just been seated, and we're really not that late at all. Andrew and Martha have to go home for their tickets, but by the time they get to the concert they have only missed two songs played by the opening act. And we have good spots in this tiny little venue, which can be difficult to secure. And the show was amazing. And the night when totally smoothly. And it was super fun to be out with my brother and my husband and some friends. And I suddenly realized to myself, during the last two songs of the evening, that I had been able to be spontaneous and not freak out. Victory!

I'm making a poster for my room!

Today my principal was talking about making Bingham the school of choice. Making Bingham the best looking option in the area. And so he said "If we don't make us attractive, we won't be attractive." I might be taking it out of context a little, but that's my new poster for my Fashion classroom!!!

I wish I was cool

I wish I was cool and had a great idea for a blog. I don't. I just write random things and none of them tie together. I don't want to journal life, I just want to share funny insights. But. . . its only mediocre and lacks any real meaning or context. And that's okay with me for now. If I come up with a great idea for a blog maybe I will start a new one. I love to write. I would really love to make a living by writing. That just doesn't seem to be the direction life is taking me right now. In the mean time, let me announce my husband's really awesome idea for a blog. It combines his passion for golf with his love for sharing with others.

Deseret Golf
Here you can read reviews of all the golf courses in Utah. Or at least you'll be able to once he's written about them all. Adam's goal is to play all the courses in Utah and he has made a considerable dent in that list. How many golf courses do you think you've played here in Utah Adam? 70? Wow, that is impressive. So even if he doesn't go golfing for a year and a half, he will have plenty to talk about on his awesome new blog concept. No where else will you be able to find such a comprehensive look at the golf courses available in Utah, which are some of the most beautiful courses in the world, not to mention affordable. Just think, a year and a half ago I didn't know anything about golf! And now, thanks to my husband, I am an expert (golf cart driver)!!!

Two in one day? What can I say, I feel the need to share the mundane moments of my life.

Just a few semi-interesting things:

1. While walking into Harmon's yesterday I saw a lady walk in wearing leather chaps. I tried to speed up so I could follow her to see what she was going to buy, but she was too fast for me.

2. I was listening to the song Midnight Train by Gladys Knight in the car, and it reminded me of this awesome video!


3. I got to roll down the window in my car today and feel the cool breeze blow through my hair.

4. Yesterday I got this huge burst of energy and cleaned my whole house like crazy. Its so sanitary in there its INSANE.

That's all for now. . .

And the winner is. . .

Adam Thomas! Did you know that the contests offered on the radio and internet are won consistently by a very small percentage of people? At least that is my hypothesis after being with Adam for almost a year and a half. Here is why: In order to win these contests you have to ENTER them. And I think most people, like myself, just don't bother. So its the same small group of people that keep winning over and over again. I read about contests all the time on blogs and I never bother to take five seconds to enter. I hear radio contests all the time on my way to work and even when I know the answer I never pick up the phone to call. Adam does these things ALL THE TIME! So far he has won tickets to see Star Wars in concert (Very cool!) and circus tickets (which he gave to his brothers) and last night we got to enjoy his latest prize: Free dinner at the grand opening of SmashBurger in Draper!!!
www.smashburger.com
SOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooo yummy. We got dinner for four, so we were joined by Adam's mom and brother. We had a great time eating our yummy burgers and fries and shakes. Such a great night, I really needed some fun in my life!!

An Under-Appreciated Duo

I am a huge lover of oldies songs. The Beatles are my favorite band. There are a lot of oldies that are universally recognized as being great. Most of my friends, family and students would agree that the Beatles are a pretty awesome band. However there is a duo that I think is not recognized as much as they should be. Seals and Crofts.


Creepy looking? Yes. But their vocals are AMAZING. They are so soothing. They're not driving music. They're not cleaning music. On a cool spring evening when its finally warm enough to open your window, the breeze is blowing in, you're all alone cooking dinner for your husband when he comes home and you're listening to the beauty that is Seals and Crofts. Maybe its because it reminds me of my childhood, but their music wraps me up in a blanket of notes and I just feel safe.

Ingredient of the month

Lately I have really learned to love tomato paste. Definitely an unrecognized great ingredient. For years I have been making my pasta and pizza sauces with just tomato sauce, but the tomato paste adds so much more richness to them. So enough with my babbling. Here are some recipes featuring my ingredient of the month (January).

Pizza Sauce

Ingredients
* 1 (15 ounce) can tomato sauce
* 1 (6 ounce) can tomato paste
* 2 teaspoons oregano
* 2 teaspoons basil
* 1 1/2 teaspoons dried minced garlic
* 1/2 teaspoon sugar

Directions
1. In a medium bowl, Mix together tomato sauce and tomato paste until smooth. Stir in spices and sugar



The BEST Spaghetti Sauce

Ingredients
* 3 tablespoons olive oil
* ½ onion, chopped
* 2 cloves chopped garlic
* 1 ½ tablespoon dried basil
* 1 ½ tablespoon dried oregano
* 1 cube chicken bouillon
* 1 (6 ounce) can tomato paste
* 1 14.5 oz crushed tomatoes
* 1 teaspoons poultry seasoning
* ½ teaspoon white sugar, or as needed
* salt and pepper to taste

Directions
1. Heat the olive oil in a pot over medium heat. Mix in onion and garlic, and cook 1 minute. Season with basil, oregano, and chicken bouillon. Stir in the tomato paste and crushed tomatoes, and season with poultry seasoning. Cook and stir 10 minutes.
2. Mix sugar into the sauce. Season with salt and pepper. Reduce heat to low, and simmer at least 30 minutes, up to 4 hours.

Ooh, now I'm hungry!!

One thing I really love about Adam.

One thing I really love about Adam is his name is alphabetically the first name on my contacts. This makes texting him very easy.

Jim and Pam saved my life

No joke!! Even though I didn't really like the Office stooping to the level of so many other sitcoms by airing an episode created by compiling old clips, it did make me laugh. A lot. It was like some of the best moments from all 5 (or 6?) seasons all rolled into 22 minutes (that's not including commercials). Then at the very end there was the Jim and Pam montage and it reminded me of a journal entry I wrote just one week before Adam asked me out. I was lonely from ending another relationship and thinking about calling him just so I didn't have to be alone. But I was holding off by watching The Office and laughing out loud all alone. Then suddenly there was a moment on the show when Jim told the camera he was proposing to Pam and I felt a tingle go up my spine. Wow! I wished I could find a guy that made me feel that way! Of course the only guy I could think of that made me feel that way was Adam Thomas. What were the chances of him ever liking me, or asking me out?? I never got my way in love and relationships. In any case, that one moment kept me from calling an ex and holding out for real love. Luckily for me, it did turn out to be Adam!! Yeah, Jim and Pam saved me!!

On the News!

Being the good wife that I am, I put Adam's work shirts in the laundry Sunday morning. Today I woke up with the horrible realization that I had forgotten to move them to the dryer! Adam wore an old BLUE work shirt (the new ones are yellow) and went to work. Of all days, of course today was the day that IKEA Draper was featured on channel 13 news!! At least he gave me a shout out!!

Fantasy Football

Since you asked. . . Yes! You're right! I am the winner of my fantasy football league!!! And, no! I don't even know my own login/password!! Or the names of any of the players on my team! But don't think that will stop me from taking all the credit and bragging about it for weeks! Pretty Princesses ROCK!!

Time to Change

Well this is my last blog that will feature a song as the title (in case you hadn't caught on to my quirk of doing that). I've decided its time to change the name and the look of my blog and take it in a different direction! I'm excited. You probably are too. Don't deny it. :) As for changing the look, that will probably not happen right now because I'm balancing my computer on my husband's legs (across my lap, sitting on the couch) and its really hard to use. So I'll save that for later!