In Which I am Giddy

Dear Void,

If you've ever lived somewhere with Namornese winters, you'll understand. (If you caught that incredibly obscure reference, I'll be amazed.)

I live in Utah. Northern Utah. Somwhere around mid-September, a frosty wind will blow in. We put on our jackets and head out anyway. Once October hits, we get frosted (and brown) grass and the trash cans freeze shut. By November, the snow starts.

Snow.

Thanksgiving.

Snow.

Christmas.

Snow.

New Year's.

Snow.

Valentine's Day.

Snow.

St. Patrick's Day.

Snow.

Easter.

Snow.

May Day.

Sunshine?

Snow.

Then, out of nowhere, a blazing hot summer will hit. But after months of shivering in our snow coats and wearing fleece footie pajamas under our clothes (that might have been hyperbole ;) ), we don't mind.

However. Today was one of those days where it doesn't matter what happens, we'll all be happy as clams--well, happy as happy clams. I don't know how happy your average clam is. And who thought that was a good cliche anyway? Why not happy as daisies? Dasies seem happy. Or happy as monkeys? Monkeys seem happy most of the time too...

But I digress.

I walked out of school. I got in my car. And--are you even ready for this?

I TOOK OFF MY JACKET.

And then.

I TURNED ON MY A/C.

And then.

I TURNED OFF MY A/C AND ROLLED DOWN MY WINDOW.

It was miraculous. I love sunshine.

Over&Out

In Which I combine Tidbits to Make a Post

Dear Void,

Sometimes in my life stuff happens and I say to myself, "I should blog about that." And then I don't. Here are a few things I meant to post about:

The Prom Problem
I know what I want to wear. I know there are people I would certainly wish to go with. But fate doesn't seem to like me just now, so I asked my brother if--should I not be asked--he would take me to Prom.

He said NO! Sad face.

But this was at Sunday dinner, so my brother's roomates were there. One of them piped up with an, "ooh! I love Prom! I'll take you!" End of stress. I can now look forward to going with someone from school, or if not, going anyway.

Thanks Jason!

Oreo Friends

"Friendship is like an oreo. You and I are the chocolate cookies, and the white creamy stuff is the love that holds us together." --My friend Anna

One Cup of Complaint?

My mom was looking through her recipies the other day and stumbled across an ingredient list which included,

"1 c. white whine."

I know what they meant... but all I can picture is complaining into a saucepan. Smiley face.

Darn that Stan

Recently a young boy expressed to my sister that he had learned in Church that Jesus has a mean brother named Stan. Probably the best decription of Satan I've ever heard. Not that I've been keeping track. But still. In all seriousness, kind of--avoid Stan. He's real mean.

Hope that brightened your day!
Over&Out