I'm Gonna Wash That Man Right Outta My Hair ...

So in 2nd grade I had a crush on a boy named Greg. He became my "boyfriend" when he picked me to sit in the reading bathtub with him in the reading corner. But a few days later he told me he liked my best friend Leah more and asked her if she wanted to play on the monkey bars right in front of me. So rude!

So that night at home while taking my bath I decided I was going to wash him out of my hair. In my sweet little naive Broadway soul I really thought I could "send him on his way" and I wouldn't have to sit by him the next day. I remember scrubbing my head so hard, and getting in trouble for using too much shampoo.

The next day I was crushed when I saw Greg sitting in his seat. It hadn't worked! But at recess Melvin and Jesse both told me I looked cute in my Brownie uniform so it turned out to be a pretty good day.

I Can't Kick the Habit!

I did it again. I went to Wal-Mart on Saturday night (Dang you Sam Walton for making your stores so easy and accesible!). While there I smelled smells that I didn't know existed and saw a Bride and Groom there in their wedding clothes. Why?! So not appropriate. 

My fav part of the trip is when I realized that when texting Walmart my phones predictive text spells Walnast! So appropriate! Even my phone knows what for some reason I cannot remember.

Shout Out ...

Todays shout out goes to my friend and coworker Becky for giving me two of my favorite expressions ...

"Son of a Motherless Goat"  and "From Hell to Breakfast"

Thanks Becks for keeping me sane everyday, making me laugh, and paying for my coke (or giving the lady a big tip!). I love your Payson lingo!

By The Way ...

Just in case you were worried about Courtney and I eating ourselves into a PMS driven processed food induced coma ... have no fear. Today I have only eaten fruits and veggies. I just didn't want you to think that we were going to turn into Gilbert Grapes' mother. 

Don't Judge People!

So tonight Court and I went to the grocery store to do some shopping and find something yummy and healthy to make for dinner. We looked over our recipes, made our lists and headed to the store. As we drove there we commiserated about our lives and discussed our frustrations about the world. (Why does it always have to be someone awkward holding the Little Ceasers' sign and dancing? Why do people put dumb bumper stickers on their cars?) As we walked through the store there were plenty of weird people to keep us entertained, and a whole lot of BAD hair. First, tomatoes were ridiculously expensive and were bruised, green, or ugly. Then, they were out of asparagus. What grocery store is out of asparagus?! Then some lady accidently threw a lemon on the floor in front of me and I almost lost my life in the produce section. To make a long story short, by the time we left the store we were frustrated with everyone around us and tired. For dinner we had hot dogs and nachos. Don't judge people. Don't judge. 

Childhood Love

As I was walking at the park today there were some little girls in front of me riding their scooters and talking about which boys in their class were cute and which ones they hoped to sit by next year. It made me laugh to listen to them and I began to reminisce about my own childhood loves.

In 4th grade a boy sang the chorus of Billy Oceans' "Get Out of My Dreams, and Into My Car" to me and then asked me if I would ride in his moms car on our field trip to Bates Nut Farm. I agreed and we sat next to each other in total silence. We completely ignored each other and avoided eye contact. A few days later at lunch, probably in a desperate attempt to get my attention, he threw a chicken nugget at me. I was infuriated, so I did what I knew I had to do. I squashed his little boy ego by beating him at handball. We ignored each other for the rest of the year. (Actually, now that I think of it I don't think we ever spoke in high school either. I like to think its because every time he looked at me he shuddered at the thought of my incredible handball prowess.)

In 7th grade I LOVED this cute boy named Richard. We would sit by each other on the bus, and one day he asked me if I wanted to "go out" with him. I said yes. Two days later I found out that he was passing notes to a cute girl named Nicole. I told him it was over and wouldn't let him sit by me on the bus. He spent the next week telling everyone that I liked the weird kid Patrick who ran around with nutty bars shoved up his nose. I don't think I've eaten a nutty bar since. 

Um... I'm Kind of Excited

I won't lie. I am secretly excited to watch Wipeout and I Survived a Japanese Game Show. I was laughing watching the commercial tonight. My favorite quote came from the women, who as they were pulling her out of the water said, "I knew I shouldn't have eaten that burrito". Oh, it is going to be good times!