Snow, Snow, Go Away

Seriously, snow. You can stop now.

Fluppy Dogs

My roommates and I stayed up way too late last night reminiscing about our favorite childhood cartoons and TV shows. I have been trying to remember the name of this movie that I used to watch every time I went to my cousins' house when I was younger and thanks to the wonders of the Interweb, I found it! Not only did I find the name (Fluppy Dogs) but I found video clips!! Apparently it was going to be made into a series, but the ratings were so bad it never happened. I can't for the life of me see why, because as you can see, this show is quality!

Why Can't I Control Everything?

It has been one of those weeks where I have recognized that I have many, many faults and it makes me really depressed. I have already mentioned one this week, which is still a problem despite my best efforts to ameliorate the situation. I have a lot more than I could go into, but the one that kind of made me laugh the other day is that I am such a control freak.

I went to get my car washed the other day because let’s face it . . . it hadn’t been washed in months and was becoming pretty unrecognizable. The inside was quite embarrassing. So I went to this place on my lunch break to get the dirty job done. The initial process requires you to go through a car wash with your car in neutral and NO FOOT ON THE BRAKE. This was a first for me, but I thought, hey it shouldn’t be too hard. Who knew that it would be such a traumatic experience for me? I just had to sit there with my foot off the brake, not being able to see anything. I had to completely trust the nice Hispanic men and the contraption that was pushing my car along at a snail’s pace. Instead of resting my foot on the floor mat, I just held it above the brake, shaking just a little bit (ok, quite a bit) anticipating the need to apply the brake just in case. I’m sure the whole process only took 2 minutes, but it seriously seemed like forever. And it didn’t help that there was this huge black SUV right behind me. I thought for sure they were going to hit me. (After being rear-ended once, that fear stays with you forever.) I did feel pretty proud of myself as I pulled out though. As much as I wanted to use the brake, I never did.

But needless to say, I got a free air freshener at the end of the ordeal. Of course I happen to choose the one with a scent so revolting that I threw it away. Never buy the little tree that is supposed to smell like Summer Surf, apparently the person who created it has only been to beaches that smell like vomit. I think there was a misprint; the actual scent is Summer Barf.

But at least my car is now clean.

The Cowardly Lion

I am such a coward. Why can't I just say the things I want to say to people? I care too much about what other people think, and I let it get in the way of my progression. My life is stagnate in so many aspects because I am too chicken to say what I want to say. Maybe I will try to remedy at least one area of my life this week. Wish me luck!

Breaking the Habit

As many of you know, I love to shop. However, I think I love to shop a little too much and I am trying to control my spending. I was doing great in the month of December. I made a promise that I wouldn't purchase anything for myself that was not necessary for the entire month. It wasn't that bad knowing that I would be getting some pretty cool stuff for Christmas, and anything that I wanted, I could just ask Santa to get it for me. I was so proud of myself for meeting my goal at the end of the month. However, January has been a whole different story. See, all those things that I wasn't allowed to buy in December, have free reign in January. Or at least that's how I see it in my mind. I have limited myself a little bit, but not as much as I need to. Any suggestions on how to break my habit for good?

One More Hour to Go . . .

I'm sitting here in the Phoenix airport, just counting the minutes until our plane will be arriving. I have already been sitting here for 3.5 hours. I've done Su Doku for an hour, wandered around the azcentral.com news store (tried on some lotion which smells like bug spray, but they were closing so I couldn't try on anything else and of course I don't have any lotion with me due to the liquid restrictions, so basically I'm stuck smelling like I've been camping for the next 5 hours. Sweet!) and have sat staring at people walking by. I'm here with my Aunt, but we've pretty much run out of things to say.

I can't wait to get back to Utah and smell the fresh snow and that frostbitten air. I mean I was really getting tired of all the warm sun and the cool breeze in California. (Yes, that was sarcasm.)

Macadamia . . . Gazebo

Our family's Christmas present:

I've spent many hours relaxing in the tub.