Papa Bear, Mama Bear, and Baby Bear

For years and years I have wanted a gigantic teddy bear. My little sister Amy got one from her boyfriend for her birthday or something and I was super jealous. Today, fate intervened. Look what I found while wandering around Costco:

Mine is the one on the left. His name is Snuggleupagus.

Amy's is the one on the right and his name is Fernando. They are now BFF. 

Tonight we made them have dance battles, fighting battles, run on the treadmill, etc. It was great fun. Click here to see a video of part of it.

I think you're never too old to have a stuffed animal (if you're a girl. that part is very important). 

The only rule is, the older you get, the bigger the stuffed animal needs to be. Hence, the teddy bear that comes up to my shoulders. 

I didn't want to sit around and wait for someone to buy it for me, so I got it myself. 

Best decision I've made in a while :)

Look, it's Papa Bear, Mama Bear, Baby Bear, and Goldilocks

You Do What You Gotta Do To Keep Away From the Looney Bin

There's a reason they call work, "work". It's not fun the majority of the time. That's why you go to school and work your little tooshie off so you can get a career and do something you don't hate. 

In the meantime, you have to work with what ya got in order to keep from going insane. Here's what I did today:

Isn't it loverly?

It is the display case on the outside of my little box I'm caged in at work.

This is my favorite part:

It's a goal post made out of athletic tape!

Haha I'm strangely really proud of it. Isn't the football a nice touch? 

Haha I thought so.

I think I'm funnier than I really am sometimes. But hey, Tara thinks I'm hysterical. 

Then again....she also thinks she's hysterical.......

Haha just messin with ya Tara I love your guts. 

Also, look what I found on my USB today:

I made this on Paint almost a year ago at my old job one day when I was super bored. 

I think it's freakin awesome. 

Apparently I do my best artwork when I'm at work haha. 

Who woulda thought?

I guess that's promising for when my job is to actually make art.

Two more years baby!

(Here's hopin anyway)

Shopping for Dresses is Like Shopping for Men

What do you get if these shirts have a baby?

This shirt

Ooh baby. There are some winners out there. 

Shopping for dresses is JUST like shopping for men. You've got to go through a lot of ugly ones and sometimes you have to settle, but eventually you find one that is PERFECT for you and exactly what you want. 

One of my favorite sayings is:

"Men are like parking spaces. All the good ones are taken and all the ones left are handicapped."

Luckily, I was able to find a dress for my sister's wedding with way less hassle and stress than trying to find a good man haha. 

Ain't it perdy?

If I have to wear a dress, it has to be cute and will almost always be with converse. Brown ones with this dress :) Can't wait. 

10 days and my sister will be a married woman. 

Weird. 

But she has a gorgeous dress and a terrific guy so her shopping is over :)

I Don't Have a Time Machine, So These Markers Will Have to Do

You know how they say the grass is always greener on the other side? Well it's true. When you're little, you just want to grow up. When you grow up, you just want to go back to being little. I was recently going through a box of my old stuff and it was bringing back lots of memories. Lately it has felt like my childhood was a lot better than what I've got going on right now. 

Since I was feeling all nostalgic and wanting to go back to being a little kid, I went to the store and bought washable markers, colored pencils, a gigantic superhero coloring book, and some mac and cheese.

I colored this awesome Iron Man

The colors in the photo are way off but you get the point. 

Sometimes it's nice to take off all the pressure I put on myself about having to be all creative and progressive and be the best artist,

and just COLOR :) 

If You Put a Boot On a Girl's Car, Don't Hit On Her

Once upon a time, I parked in an almost completely empty parking lot in Provo, and came back 2 hours later to find a big, fat, ugly boot on my car at midnight. 

Yay.

So I called the number on the stupid paper on my window, the guy said he'd be there in 10-15 min. 

25 min. later I call him, he said he'd be there in another 10 min.

20 min. after that, he finally pulls up.

He "apologized" for the inconvenience, and then proceeded to hit on me while he charged my credit card $50 bucks
 (which I think is completely excessive, a warning or like a $10 fine would've been understandable. Plus, that was all the money I had gotten back from my insurance company, so that buzz was killed). 

I was dumbfounded. 

Seriously dude, do not hit on chicks after you put a freaking boot on their car and then charge them ridiculous amounts of money. 

I hate Provo.

It Would've Been Cheaper to Slaughter the Cow Myself

Twenty-three years ago there were some heinous screams. Those screams were a mixture of pain exploding from my mother and fear pouring out of my sister as she burst into this world. Haha how's that for an introduction? Oh the mental images....

Anyway lol today is my sister Tara's birthday. Hooray! Birthdays aren't that great when you get older. They just seem like another day. Most people's place of work doesn't care that it's their birthday, and they still get worked just as hard as usual. Sometimes there is cake involved, but that's only if you're lucky enough to work somewhere where people treat their employees like valued human beings rather than paid slaves. Which I guess would make them servants....

Luckily, Tara didn't have to work today so we went to lunch at Sammy's with Britt, Cat, and little baby Milo. 

Man, oh man, that place could do with a remodel. It's cute and all, but the ceiling tiles were falling down, wires were hanging everywhere, and Tara found a bug in her drink. Surprise for the birthday girl! The food was alright, not the best I've ever had, and definitely not worth how much it cost. The place has potential though. 

When Tara saw this picture she said we look a ton alike.....I just don't see it lol. 

My sisters rock. 

That's all :)

Death and Taxes

"What time is football registration? I'm too lazy to look online"

"I didn't sign up my son online for the two months it was available, and I'll be out of town for the three weeks you're doing registration in the store, can I get special treatment since I'm a moron?"

"Can I get a discount? I know Randy."

"Can I get a discount? I've shopped here before."

"Can I get a discount? I just want a discount."

Blah. Freakin. Blah. 

This is the crap I had to deal with for about 9 hours at work today. Nothing I love more than dealing with whiney parents who won't shut up about their "special circumstance" and why we should go out of our way to make things easier for them. Then there's always the fun part of trying to decipher the handwriting on the hundreds of registration forms from chicken scratches into English. Half the forms aren't filled out completely and the other half look like they're in Japanese.

Oh UVFL. 

FML

My little sister has this habit of getting the mail and distributing it out throughout the house and putting it on people's beds. Even though she got her tonsils out this morning, she still did it. So when I got home after dealing with all that football crap I went into my room and there was an envelope on my bed. Guess what was inside it?

A CHECK

Heck. Yes. 

You know how they say the only things you can be sure of in life are death and taxes? Well thank goodness for that, cause I was happy to be surprised with a check from my insurance company who had lowered my rate and reimbursed part of what I had paid :) I could get used to surprises like that.

You know what else I could get used to?

Having a day off :) Yay for tomorrow.