If you can't do anything for me, can you give me my money back?

I'd like to thank all my wonderful friends who commented, emailed, called, and text me after hearing about my grandpa. I am truly blessed to have such wonderful and thoughtful people surrounding me.

In other news, I am sick today. I feared I had somehow manged to be infected with the swine flu... Oink! Oink! and so I called my mom because who else does a grown woman call when she is sick? My mother picked me up and took me to InstaCare where I was forced to put on a face mask and sit in the waiting room. In my sicken mental state, I didn't think to have my mother take a picture of me. It would have been a pretty one, I assure you. Next time I'm in distress I'll have someone take my picture so you too can witness my pain.

But the good news is, I don't have swine flu. Apparently, a mild case of bronchitis is what I have. Thank you doctor for telling me that you can't do anything for me. BUT, what you could do is give me back my $35 co-pay and I think we should be good. Mmmkay?

If only I was as talented as he...

All day today I thought about how excited I was to write my next post. It was going to be great. It was going to be on the stupidity of how drunk people act in public and I even have videos to support my claim.

However, I now find that idea inappropriate and meaningless compared to the events that happened today in my family. I type post this with tears streaming down my face and a heart full of sorrow because my dear grandpa Doug left this world unexpectedly today.

My heart hurts for my mother, who lost her father. For my step-grandma who lost her husband. For my dear young cousin (shown above with Grandpa Doug) for losing the only father she ever knew.

Although my time spent with him over my life was not extensive, I still have found memories of him and man that he was. Let us not forget how just a few months ago, he tried to set me up with one of his friends. He was a very talented artist who saw the world and it's beauties in ways that I could only dream of.

As horrible and difficult as the next few months will be for my family, all I can think about is how my grandpa is in a much better place. I'll miss his crazy stories and the $25 bonds he would give us kids at Christmas. I'll miss him telling me "no, I can't give you a painting, I have to make a living somehow." But most of all, I'll just miss him.

Here are a couple of his wonderful paintings:

image courtesy of the Utah Arts Council

image courtesy of flickr.com

I'll see him one day again....and it will be a joyous reunion. We'll hug and cry and be overjoyed to be together again. It's then and only then will I get mad at him for not giving me a painting.

Who needs homemade when you have Great Harvest

Last week, I went to hang out with my recently married from Brooke. She's totally one of those woman who would do anything for their husbands. You know, like get up at 4 am to make his lunch and send him out the door for work. Now that's love. One day, I hope to be as nice as her.

Anyway, while I was hanging out with her she was making homemade bread for her husband. Seriously, she amazes me. Her domestic skills impressed me and I realized that if I ever wanted to keep a man, I better start cooking.

And so, I immediately starting thinking that I should become domestic. It's not that I don't want to be domestic. I just don't have the patience or the skills to really own that title.

And so in my sudden urge to become Goddess of the Kitchen, I starting looking for recipes for pumpkin chocolate chip bread. Because you know, anything with chocolate chips is worth making. So I found a few recipes that looked pretty simple and I starting thinking to myself I would have a night in baking bread. Just call me Martha Stewart.

However, after looking at all the ingredients I would have purchase just to make some freaking bread, I decided that maybe making such a treat wouldn't be necessary. What was necessary was a trip to Great Harvest - where I could purchase a loaf of chocolaty pumpkin goodness and be instantly satisfied.

And that I did.

And yes, the loaf was gone by 5 pm this evening.

And it was delicious. I'll go back tomorrow for more. I suggest you do the same.

I'll also pick up a loaf for Brooke, repackage it like I made it, and drop it at her house. She'll never know the different.

If only this watch could assure safe driving in the snow

I have been on the hunt for a gold watch for a few years. Yes, years. I'm kind of weird like that. I've had this vision of the perfect watch in my mind, yet never have found it. Go figure.

My coworker Sally also had an obsession with purchasing a gold watch. We bonded over our frustrations of lack of stylish, affordable gold watches. And then on one magical day, she got an email from OC Tanner saying that they were having a 40% Off Watches Sale at their outlet store. Who knew OC Tanner had an outlet store? I did not. And this is why I have friends like Sally -to educate me these important facts.

So we left work in the middle of the day because who can pass up 40% off already marked down prices. Well, and our server and internet was down so we couldn't do any work. The stars were aligning.

And looky what we found:

I look kind of pissed in this picture. That is because I realized I had on a silver necklace and a gold watch.

So pretty. AND a freaking steal.

I have now put myself on a spending freeze until I purchase new tires for my car. My tires are completely bald and I kind of fear for my life every time I get in my car. As lovely and nice as it is to have a new pretty watch, I won't be able to enjoy it if I am in a body cast.

This is why I don't allow myself to go grocery shopping

The other day I went to the grocery store to get some ingredients to make cookies. And by get ingredients I mean pick up a package of pre-made cookie dough. I don't have the time to make homemade cookies. Or the patience.

Ok, so there I am with two big tubs* of cookie dough and a bunch of other random crap I really needed** and I notice this display at the end of my aisle.


These displays were created for people like me. The spontaneous/impulsive shopper. Yes, my arms might be full of groceries, but I will put them down to go back and pick up two large packages of Skittles and NEW Gummy Starbursts. That's right, I said NEW Gummy Starbursts. New products are my favorite. And they were gummies. I heart gummy candies.

I am also the type of person that gets in their car and opens up the delectable treat they just bought. I was half way through the package of my NEW Gummy Starbursts by the time I made the 0.5 mile drive back home. And you know what, they were delicious.

*I know you are wondering why I bought two tubs of cookie dough. And that answer is quite simple. One for the party I was attending that night and one just for me. Naturally.

**Spaghetti, cereal and bread count as necessities. It's pretty much all I eat. Well, that and raw cookie dough.

For all I know, the internet is just another way for me to meet another loser

As I have blogged about here, Jinny is convinced that I am going to find my eternal companion via the internet. Specifically eHarmony. Not quite sure why she hasn't latched on to match.com, but that is not for me to understand. Anyway, I found particular joy in two comments I received on my last post:



After my good friend Marianne commented, I was 100% sure Jinny would be elated and concur with her. And like giving candy to a baby, Jinny commented. Sweet!!! Yes, that deserved 3 exclamation points. I was that happy about it.

I then told roommate Nicole about the exchange of comments and she sent me the following ecard today with a personal message of: "Because every time someone tells me I should try online dating, I die just a little bit inside."


This card made my day.

There is no right or wrong way to met a person. But online dating, it's just not for me.

Thank you. That is all.