The Thrill of it All

Work today was really great. Judging by how things were going this morning it didn't seem like it was going to turn out very well. I was running late and had to walk to work, which actually, ended up turning into a run. I kind of felt like a freshman in high school as I was running down 2nd north in my flats, holding my purse, magazine, camera bag, and binder. (I hope that image makes you laugh, because it makes me laugh too.) Luckily I was only three minutes late.

But, unlike the walk/run there, the morning was really pleasant. I worked with a girl that I've never really gotten the chance to know because she works the morning shift and I work in the afternoons. She's going to BYU also but is married, so I wasn't sure if we were going to have a lot in common. To my surprise, we talked for almost the whole time; it was so fun to get to know her. Do you know those people that, when you talk to them, you feel like a better person? She was definitely one of them.

Then, I talked with a customer from Mexico for a few minutes (in Spanish of course). That always makes my day. Its so thrilling to me to be able to converse in Spanish, and through that, get to know a wider variety of people.

So, nothing to exciting, but nonetheless a great little morning at work.

Two a Day

I don't know why I'm into doing two posts at the same time. Anyway, I've never considered myself to be a crafty person. But recently crafts, especially Martha Stewart crafts, have sparked my interest. So in the spirit of Halloween my roommate and I decided to spookify our apartment. Its not much but I think its pretty fun.

Apparently there is a fabric store right around the corner from my house. I was walking home from work ( a walk that I love. Its so fun to see Provo's little quirks) I popped in and got this for half off.


Hanging bat silhouettes


My favorite - a black wreath that we made entirely by ourselves - thank you Martha!


P.S. umm...couldn't quite figure out how to get it right side up

Good News/Bad News

Good News: All of the candy corn is gone at my parents house. No more temptation.
Bad News: I was the one that finished it off.
Good News: I uploaded some recent pictures. Here are a few favs (sorry, a couple are from El Salvador)

My street in El Sal and me


A random insect


Devin after homecoming - hot mama!


Gabe being goofy


Ruby playing in the rain


I love my family!

Just like any other teenager

Ok, so maybe I'm not a teenager anymore. But, I can still be BEYOND excited to see this movie, right?

Go to apple trailers and watch it. You won't regret it.( well, you might if you are a guy or if you don't enjoy horribly scripted yet extremely entertaining teen dance movies)

P.S. I know it seems weird that I'm posting this right after my last post. I guess it just shows that you can love all types of movies!

My Thoughts

I don't really know why I'm blogging right now. I don't have any specific prompt, but I just feel guilty that my last post was last Monday - almost a week ago.

I think in my head I imagine that I blog a lot more than I actually do. This is because as things happen throughout the week I think to myself, " ooo, great blog idea". I'll start writing a post in my head but, when it comes down to it, I'll either not have time or have access to the internet to post and, when I do finally get a chance, the ideas/feelings that were so compelling to me just aren't there anymore. So, here I am on a Sunday evening finally with the time and means to write a post and nothing really interesting to write about.

However, I don't want my post to end just at that. Boooring. So, I'll dive into something thats been on my mind the last couple of days. (Sorry if its too... deep. If you want to, feel free to stop reading right now.) I saw a movie on Wednesday that renewed my faith in good films. I won't say the name because I don't want to ruin it for anyone who is still going to see it. Anyway, the movie was really captivating and had a lot of romantic elements, but unlike a normal Hollywood love story, lacked a happily ever after ending. As my friend and I were driving home, we talked about how much we loved it even though it left us feeling sad for the outcome of the main character.

After talking with her I thought about a lot of the books, movies and songs that have left me feeling this way and how much I loved them despite their less-than-perfect endings. I love these stories because they explore the real feelings of human existence. (Don't get me wrong, I don't enjoy stories that are downright depressing without any shred of light or goodness - a story can still have goodness and truth even though it ends tragically.) But, there is beauty in learning about and sympathizing with other human beings. Although we haven't gone through the same things or maybe never will, we can relate to them because we know how it feels to be angry or happy or sad. I think this is what I love - being able to look inside myself and find feelings that don't surface very often but still exist. This is why I love movies. Its a beautiful thing when we have the opportunity to learn about others and even ourselves when we listen to the experiences of others.

Why am I not sleeping?

Good Morning! Right now I'm in the library at school. I was working on an assignment for my next class but decided that I was way too delirious to finish it. Last night I stayed up late then got up early to do it, skipping my nine o'clock class to wrap it up. (I could have avoided all this but "Grease" was on ABC family and I just couldn't resist watching John Travolta in a pair of tight jeans). But, sleep deprevations was taking its toll, so I decided to quit doing my assignment to take a power nap so that I could be at least semi-functional in class. But, as I was heading downstairs to the comfortable chairs I realized that I didn't have my phone with me! What was I to do without an alarm to wake me up for class?! I could have risked it, but decided it'd be safer not to.

Anyway, that's the reason for the blog this morning. Random, I know, but at least its kept me awake. Actually, I do feel a little more rejuvenated than before. Have a great day!

(P.S. The John Travolta comment was a lie. But I really did watch Grease and loved it. It reminded me of my aunts Sue, Marie, and summertime at Grandma Holts)

"Man! I feel like a woman!"

Shania Twain said it best. I couldn't stop thinking of this song today as I got ready then headed out for school. Actually, I've wanted to blog about this for a while, but whenever I get the time to write, its stopped playing in my head and the inspiration is gone - good thing its still with me right now.

As I was saying, this song was playing over and over in my head this morning along with the lyrics from other songs like " I feel pretty, oh so pretty" and " cause I'm a woman, W-O-M-A-N!".

Don't worry though, there was definitely a reason for this little outburst of womanly melodies (I don't go around singing these songs to myself all the time - that'd be weird and a little ego-centric)My good reason is: the other day I was at target and decided to pick up an item of makeup that I haven't owned for a while. I bought some cheap, covergirl blush. Actually, I think its been a few years since I've had my very own. Ever since I discovered the phenomena of bronzer, I haven't given blush a second thought but, just recently I've rediscovered this amazing cosmetic tool when I've had to use my mom's make up. I don't know why its so amazing; its not even that noticeable. But when I apply it everything just seems to look a lot better. I feel like a woman.

Using lip liner has the same effect.

After applying these I walk out the door I feel like I can do anything. Who would have thought that such small items can make you feel so different?

So, ladies, next time you want a little confidence boost just get out the lip liner pencil and the blush brush and in no time you'll be singing to yourself " The best thing about being a woman is the prerogative to have a little fun.... Man! I feel like a woman!"

(don't forget the electric guitar in the background when you're singing along - its not the same without it)