proof I was in fact a blonde once...

Braddy, Dizzy, Most Happy Girl, and the rest of you non-believers, here you go:

It's not very big (couldn't enlarge it without distorting it), or very flattering, but it's undeniably me. I am a natural blonde. Here's my Mads pic too-well part of it...can you find me? (Hint: I'm the blonde on the bridge.)

Man, I'm not photogenic. AT ALL.

Liebster Award

My sweet friend over at One Crazy Girl's Kitchen nominated my blog for a Liebster Award*! I don't know that there is an actual award; it kinda sounds like a gimmick to get our friends to branch out and try new blogs... and I'm totally on board with that ;D (Totally cut and pasted Dizzy Dandelion's response here--thanks!)

The Fun Rules:

• The nominee must link back to the blogger who nominated them.
• The nominee must state 11 facts about themselves, and then answer the 11 questions provided for them by the person who nominated them.
• The nominee must then nominate bloggers with less than 200 followers, who they think deserve the recognition, and pose 11 new questions for them to answer.

Random facts about me:

1. I am a natural blonde and carry my Senior picture in my wallet to prove it to the people who don't believe me.
2. I know how to navigate Disneyland better than I do my local amusement park, Lagoon.
3. The Iphone has a function where if you tap the space bar twice it enters a period in texts. I regularly fat finger a space and the letter 'b'. So if you get one of those I'm not calling you a name, I just didn't pay attention before pressing 'Send'. Same thing holds true for Facebook posts I make from my phone (which is pretty much all of them.)
4. I LOVE the company I work for, but HATE the job I do for them right now.
5. I regularly sing at random and don't realize I'm doing it. (At least that's what I'm told.)
6. I am a trivia nut. I can't learn much about a specific subject to save my life, but I LOVE learning random "did you know" factoids. 
7. I am now a Mary Kay consultant. (No seriously. I signed up like 20 minutes ago.)
8. I am a child of the 80's but I've never seen 'Karate Kid' or 'Crocodile Dundee'-much to Mr Wonderful's shock and chagrin.
9. I HATE getting manicures. If I'm not worrying about the cleanliness of the tools or about how it's not going to look the way I want it's the fact I'll probably just end up going home and re-doing it myself after spending $30 (true story). Then I'm just ticked that I wasted money for something I could have done better myself. So now I just do them myself. 
10. When I was 18 I was *this close* to mustering up the courage to move to Nashville to become a singer, but my fear of failure got in the way.
11. Mr. Wonderful and I met in High School, had crushes on each other, but never went out on a date until we decided to start dating after we kept running into each other everywhere almost ten years later.

Answers to One Crazy Girl's Kitchen's questions:

1. What is your favorite color and why?  Green. It's just so happy and pretty, and it is the first thing I remember re-learning about myself after my engagement to Fiancee' #1  ended.
2. Who is your greatest inspiration?  Total cop-out answer, but my mom. She is so kind, patient, loving, positive, and TALENTED! When I was 20 she made me a Sleeping Beauty gown using the patterns from the toddler costume and a WEDDING DRESS. There's seriously nothing she can't sew. If I'm half the woman/mother she is I will consider my life a success.
3. What is the strangest thing you've ever eaten?  Sea Beans. They look like little green twigs, but are tender like green beans and since they grow in the ocean they taste like the ocean. Surprisingly delicious.
4. What is one talent you wish you had?  I have always wanted to be able to play the piano and the guitar. I want so badly to be a songwriter. 
5. What is your favorite movie?  I love Mr. Holland's Opus. I hope that one day I will touch lives the way Mr. Holland did. 
6. What is your favorite vacation memory? Anything that involves Disneyland. Probably my most favorite is when I went with my family (extended included) in 2007.
7. What is one food you refuse to eat?  Magic shell. It's the most disgusting concoction known to man. If I wanted to chew on wax I would eat a candle.
   
8. How long have you lived in your current home?  One year, one month. :)
9. If you could live anywhere, where would it be?  Seattle or Del Mar, California.   
10. What is your biggest pet peeve?  I have a few, but I HATE having to repeat myself when people just aren't listening.
11. What is one thing you couldn't live without for a day?  My phone. I feel naked without it.  

Nominees (in no particular order):

Sassy Jose
The Life and Times of SR Braddy
An Idosyncratic Life
Life as an Overly-Anxious Introvert
The Innerworking's of Justina's Mind
Michael and Karalee

Questions for nominees:

1. If money/success were no hindrance to you what would you be doing for a living? Why?
2. Is there a character from a movie/book you most relate to? Who is it?
3. If you turned your Ipod (or other music playing device) on right now what would be playing?
4. What is your guiltiest pleasure?
5. What would you today tell the you of ten years ago?
6. Do you sing along to the radio? What's your favorite song to sing to?
7. If you won the lottery tomorrow, what would be your first non-bill/debt paying purchase?
8. Favorite vacation spot?
9. Describe your perfect day.
10. What is one thing on your bucket list?
11. If you could be anyone else for a day who would you choose and why?
 

hair today...gone tomorrow

I've been debating cutting my hair for a while. Like a LONG while. The last six months or so have not been the best, and the last few weeks were the last straw. It was time for a change and a little positive energy. I had been growing it out with the intention to donate but I had originally planned to grow it to my waist so I had a little more wiggle room. Last week I started seriously considering cutting my hair, and although I had my reservations (change is scary!) the thought stayed persistent and wouldn't go away. In my experience when the thought won't go away it's because it needs to happen, so I scoured the interwebs to find something that I liked. I found this:

LOVE.

I then had the following conversation with my good friend Karalee:

Followed with this picture:

Yeah I'm rad when it comes to explaining what I want. Lucky for me Karalee is amazing.

Kar came over on Saturday and after about 30 minutes of making sure we were on the same page we set to work. I'm not going to lie. I was nervous. So nervous that I told her to just cut it without warning me so I couldn't change my mind. She put it in four pony  tails and got to work. Two hours, one color job, and eleven inches later this is what I got:

I'm still getting used to styling short hair, and my neck is SUPER itchy where my hair is rubbing it, but other than that I LOVE it. Aside from a few 'mehs' from silly boys everyone loves it too! I've even been told I look younger-which is good-but I'm worried now I look TOO young!

I'll be mailing my pony off to Locks of Love later this week. I hope whoever gets my hair loves it as much as I did!

busy but beautiful

Three days, three craft stores, a ton of floral wire, a tacky glue mess, more glitter than a gay club, numb bum from sitting on the floor, and tired, purple fingers I have finished my Halloween wreath. I couldn't be more excited about it.

It probably would have been less stressful-and cheaper-to just buy a ready made wreath-I only had a vague idea of what I wanted it to look like so I bought whatever looked cute-I must admit I'm pretty happy with how this turned out. I don't know why, but I think the fact it's busy is what makes it work and I'm super happy with the results.

What say ye?

did you know?

Many cool (and not so cool) people were born today.

People like

Tommy Lee Jones

Merlin Olsen

Heidi Montag- I did say some not so cool people,
didn't I?

Oliver Stone

Prince Harry-I knew that I liked him for a reason. :)

And last but not least, the cute little blonde girl on the right:

                                             
 
 

Who grew up to be the cute brunette girl you all love:

Just a tip for the rest of you-unless you are a size 0 do not, I repeat do NOT get your BMI and body fat analysis done on your birthday. I was just bludgeoned with how much work I have to do (in the interest of full disclosure and to make up for yesterday I'm gonna tell you--but only if you promise not to judge me please! 26 BMI 33% body fat...boo on both counts so there is no birthday cake for me tonight!!).



my favorite time of year

I don't know if you have felt it yet, but I have. That magical 'click' when the seasons change. Yes, I know it's still warm, and yes I know there's still the potential for it to still get hot, but there's no denying it. Autumn is just around the corner, and it's the best time of the year.

This weekend my parents were in town (hooray!) and we had a busy weekend filled with the State Fair-better people watching than Wal-mart-Jeff Foxworthy was SO right, eating awesome food at the Greek Festival (you missed out if you didn't go), and Mr. Wonderful and I drove up to Snowbird for some brats at Oktoberfest-it's still going on for three more weekends! Even if you don't drink beer it's worth the drive and lots for fun to just walk around. But don't forget a jacket like I did otherwise you'll be cold and miserable or pumping out $60 for a Snowbird sweatshirt like me. It was a busy weekend, but the best I've had in a LONG time.

I swear all the best things happen in Autumn-the State Fair, the Greek Festival, Oktoberfest, Halloween, Thanksgiving, the leaves change and it becomes cute clothes and boot weather, and most importantly--my birthday.

Yes folks in just two short days I will be 31. Don't ask me what I have planned, because it's not that big of a deal-besides I have no idea. Trying not to freak out about the milestones I thought I would have hit is probably top of my list, although I know it's ridiculous. The most I can say in my defense is I have ALWAYS been this way-ALWAYS been well aware and worried about how quickly time goes by. It's always worse around my birthday as that's when I usually stop long enough to take stock of my life.

Although it's hasn't always been easy and it isn't the path I would have chosen, I'm grateful for it nonetheless. It's made me who I am, and I wouldn't change THAT for anything in the world.

back-handed compliments

I usually have to laugh when I'm the recipient of a back-handled compliment, because in my experience nine times out of ten an insult is the LAST thing on the complimenter's mind.

Today I got a doozy and can't help but share. I just got my hair done last week and one of my sales people came in and said to me:

"I just love your hair. It looks just like a wig I have at home."

The name of this wig-which is VERY similar to my own style and color:
DARK BROWN FANCY PARTY WIG
No joke.

She went on to explain she wears a wig similar to my color and style when she wants to feel prettier, but the damage had already been done. Our Corporate Chef was red with laughter-and I was second-guessing my style choice.

what's in a name?

I have a HUGE pet peeve. I HATE it when people shorten your name unless you give them the OK to do so. I always try to clarify BEFORE I shorten someone's name, and usually they are ok with it-Riss, Meg, etc. Although I HAVE slipped up in the past-I'm sorry Stephen.

Just for those of you who were ever in doubt, my name is KRISTEN. Not Kris, not Krissy, not Ten-ten.

ESPECIALLY not Kris. Most of you don't know this, but I have an older brother. His name is CRIS.

When my dad named me Kristen my mom was concerned that I would be confused with my brother, Cris. My dad said that my name would never be shortened-it would always be Kristen. And it always has been, but just so we're clear I'll reiterate:



CRIS





KRISTEN





CRIS



KRIS-TEN



And lastly for those who are still confused, this is my brother CRIS:

NOT to be confused with me, Kris-TEN:

This is the face you'll get if you call me by anything other
than Kristen.

*Too bad the people I REALLY need to say this to don't read my blog.

wordle thursday

As I was blogstalking friends of friends I came across this little beauty. My mom has one with the Vander Linden family names. It's pretty cool so I decided to do one with words from my blog-here's the link:

http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/3610942/misskristen


The web site isn't very user sharing friendly, but it's still fun.
http://www.wordle.net/create

death of the pen pals

Growing up I had a fixation with correspondence. I LOVED writing letters-almost as much as I loved getting my own mail. I wrote letters to my Grandma Fox in St. George as well as my childhood friend Kristi when she and her family moved back to California after third grade. I dreamed of my mother letting me join one of those pen-pal clubs and having a pen pal from someplace exotic-like Ohio.

I had a massive collection of stationary-fancy, casual, cartoony, hand-made, you name it; I probably had it. Half the fun for me was choosing what paper I was going to write my letter on and what stickers or drawings I was going to use on the envelope. If you stop and think about it the whole process of letter writing is just so personal.

Looking back I'm realizing just how much letter writing helped to form who I am now. In Junior High I had a Young Women’s leader I simply adored. When she and her family moved to Arizona we kept in touch for a bit. She helped me through a few struggles teenage girls are prone to. My good friend Laura and I used it to keep in touch after Junior High although we were in the same stake and lived maybe two miles apart. We wrote each other a few times a week all through our Sophomore and into our Junior years and kept each other informed of the goings on at our respective High Schools. Nothing made my day the way opening my mailbox after school and seeing a letter addressed to “Twisten” from “Wa-wa” (long, yet funny story why we gave each other those names.) Sadly, the end of High School became busy with new friends and new interests-choir and drama for me; Journalism, yearbook, and band for her-and we let the habit die. After High School I kept up with a few missionaries and friends in the military; but again I allowed life to get in the way and stopped writing.

I came across Laura's blog today, and I got to thinking about old times and missing writing letters. In an age of texts, Facebook, blogs, and email, who REALLY writes letters anymore? As convenient as modern technology is, it has allowed us to become so impersonal. I miss the days of opening my mailbox and being greeted with real mail, not junk and bills. I also wish that I had ignored all the anti-clutter talk of the new millenium and kept those old letters. Writing my blog has helped but it's just not the same.

Maybe I need to pick up letter writing again.

What is something that you used to do but don’t anymore because of lack of time, technology, or just letting the habit die?

bitter

Why is it that the most ridiculous things are the hardest to let go?



At the beginning of the summer I had an experience that resulted in me having a chip on my shoulder the size of a CRATER and everyone around me being miserable for the next 10 weeks. (I’m sure most of you know what I’m referring to so for the sake of everyone’s sanity I won’t get into it here.)

Last night I ran into the person I “blamed” for my boulder, although it TECHNICALLY isn’t their fault things went down the way they did and had it not happened I would have adored them during those 10 weeks; it was just easier to place the blame and resentment on them. Last night I found myself back in the bad place I let myself slip into all those weeks ago and it was in the middle of yet ANOTHER bitter, dead-horse beating diatribe that I realized I am not very good at letting things go—at least not the stupid stuff.

Why is it so hard to let stupid grudges go? I fully recognize it is ridiculous, childish, moot, and a complete waste of time; yet I find myself rehashing it again and again. I know it makes the people I’m around cringe when I bring it up but I can’t seem to put a cork in it. Am I the only one who has this problem or do I only think I am? And does anyone have any suggestions for me to just LET IT GO and MOVE ON WITH MY LIFE?

Because this is REALLY getting old.

10 things I hate about you...

Ok, not really. I just couldn't come up with a more clever title.

I was tagged through proxy to list ten things that make me happy. Since I have been quite the Debbie Downer as of late it will benefit me I think to list things that make me happy. In an effort to stretch myself I’m going to forgo the “Thanksgiving Table” happies-Gospel, family, friends, and loved ones- as my friend Emmalee called it and list some little known (and not so little known things that make me happy.) So here they are in no particular order:

<!--[if !supportLists]-->1. <!--[endif]-->Most Wonderful Man (MWM): Ok, so he’s my number one, but I promise the rest will be in NPO. It’s funny how when you lose something so wonderful you’re convinced you’ll never find anything that compares to that wonderful again. Then you do. MWM is that wonderful I never thought I would have again. He makes me happy every single day. He is everything I want, could hope for, or need, and he compliments my crazy personality so well. He is my best friend and is always so supportive of everything I do-no matter how hair brained or crazy he thinks it is. He is patient with my moodiness and is always trying to make me happy. Just seeing him smile at my craziness is enough to make any terrible day bearable. I definitely don’t deserve him but I sure am happy he chose me!!

<!--[if !supportLists]-->2. <!--[endif]-->Music: Music is the essence of my being. Just being able to listen to it, make it, feel it is enough to make ANYONE happy. My musicals make me ESPECIALLY happy-because where else can you break into song and not only everyone knows the words, but it has the power to make two people fall in love in a matter of minutes? Now that’s something happy. Being able to know music, appreciate music, and most importantly SING music makes me the happiest girl in the world.

<!--[if !supportLists]-->3. <!--[endif]-->Food: Not only does this have the ability to sustain life, but it brings people together and makes them happy. Even when the food is terrible you can still manage to laugh about it and have a good time. What else can do that? Honestly. The only thing that makes me happier than eating food is making food for the people I love and watching it make them happy in turn. I am so happy that my mother taught us how to cook and not to be afraid trying new things. Because of that I love searching for new recipes, making menus, going shopping, and trying new things. Plus it doesn’t hurt I’m pretty dang good at it if I do say so myself. :)

<!--[if !supportLists]-->4. <!--[endif]-->Being on stage: I have very few regrets, and most of those have stemmed from denying myself new opportunities. Being on stage at every opportunity is one of them. I didn’t discover my love for the spotlight until I was a Senior in High School and 90% of my schedule was filled with music and drama classes. It doesn’t matter if I’m singing in a choir, helping behind the scenes, or acting- I’m usually my happiest on stage. I don’t have big dreams of becoming a star, but what a wonderful outlet! Where else do you have the opportunity to do things you wouldn’t normally do-make out with a complete stranger, strip, or fight over a man (all of which I’ve done, BTW), and not feel the least bit guilty about it? Being on stage is such a great outlet for me, and although it was late in coming I sure am happy I found it.

<!--[if !supportLists]-->5. <!--[endif]-->Choice reality shows: Before you judge me let me say that I HATE the dog eat dog elimination reality shows. I’m into the feel good ones that chronicle more than stalk. I’m such a chick. I LOVE Say Yes to the Dress, Cake Boss, Man vs. Food, Dirty Jobs, Deadliest Catch, Little People, Big World, all the “feel good” reality shows that don’t make you want to throw things at the tv. Except Mary on Cake Boss. She’s a royal bitch, that one.

<!--[if !supportLists]-->6. <!--[endif]-->A car that works: This is a blessing just as much as something that makes me happy. I’ve had a car that wasn’t reliable so now I have one that is I appreciate it that much more. Being able to get where you need to be when you need to be there, and not having to count on anyone else to get you there is enough to make anyone happy. :)

<!--[if !supportLists]-->7. <!--[endif]-->Seattle, WA: It’s funny how a place that I’ve only been twice in my life can make me so happy-especially a place that rains 50 weeks a year. There’s just something about the atmosphere, the community, and the Farmer’s Market that calls to me. It’s enough to make me over look the rain. I love that place.

<!--[if !supportLists]-->8. <!--[endif]-->Disneyland: For those of you who know me well you know that I couldn’t write one of these and NOT include Disneyland! People make fun of me because I have never had the desire to travel abroad. I had the option of taking a Mexican cruise or going to Disneyland. I chose Disneyland. No joke. Aside from when I’m with Most Wonderful Man I’m happiest when I’m here. Many a memory has been made here and I can’t get enough of all the fun little details that are in the park-hidden Mickeys, Club 33, and the attention to detail in general just makes me happy. We want the Redhead! We want the Redhead!

<!--[if !supportLists]-->9. <!--[endif]-->Blog-Stalking: Since I put so much effort into mine and hope that people will read it, I HAVE to do the same for others. I typically only read the blogs of people I know-and let’s be honest-if I happen to stumble across a blog from someone I knew in High School, you BET I’m reading it. If this makes me crazy, oh well. I just love to read various blogs from friends and family. I also love reading the different writing styles that are unique to each author. Keeping in touch with loved ones is certainly enough to make ANYONE happy.

<!--[if !supportLists]-->10. <!--[endif]-->Blogging: Believe it or not I really do enjoy keeping you all posted-plus let’s face it-we’re all a little narcissist and LOVE the opportunity to talk about ourselves and not be judged as a result.

I have never been the best at journal-keeping-this fact made obvious by my three-month break between posts-but what a great way to post standpoints, feelings, as well as the standard here’s what’s happening in my boring life post. Awesome. Simply awesome.

Well this is my list. I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I’m stealing yet another idea from Emmalee and will be posting a Confessional. Hopefully every week,but we all know that’s not going to happen. Peace out.

Why it's great to be single...

Hey y’all. I know, I know. I’ve been a bad blogger. I wish I could say I have a great excuse—like I was abducted by aliens for the last three months and after a daring week-long stand off I just now made it off the Mother Ship; making it my first priority to update you all. Yeah, that’s not the case. My only excuse is that my life is SO unbelievably boring I haven’t had anything exciting to share. I still don’t, but I have been thinking about this the last few days and thought it would be fun to put out into the "blogosphere".

It’s become obvious that it’s spring. Not by looking out the window; because just yesterday it looked like a day in January, not April. But I digress. You know that it’s spring because everyone and their dog is getting engaged, getting married, getting knocked up, or getting ready to pop like an over-filled cream puff. Everyone that is, but me. Now don’t worry. This isn’t going to be a down-on-life-woe-is-me post. It’s also not a big fat boo on being married, pregnant, or anything of the sort-well not directly anyway. ;) I’m just merely reminding myself and all my single friends it’s not as bad as sometimes we may think. So-for your enjoyment here’s my list of why it’s great to be single:

I don’t answer to anyone but me-I do what I want when I want. I don’t have to put plans on hold while I find out what my hubby is doing and if it will interfere with what he has going on.

Relationships are disposable-Although I’m not a “serial dater” it’s nice to know I can be if I REALLY want to. Some guy bugs the hell out of me? Kick him to the curb and move on to the next one. That whole “I’m in a committed relationship” thing doesn’t get in the way. I can throw my hands up and walk away at will.

My credit is my own-I’ve worked hard to make my credit almost blemish-free. This is something I’m very proud of. Not many people my age can say their credit is almost perfect. I don’t have to worry about the credit card my husband defaulted on two years out of High School keeping me from being able to buy a car—or a house.

I have free reign to be completely and utterly selfish-If I want to buy that pair of jeans at Aero or the new ipod touch I can get them without worrying who will be going without.

Traveling is so much easier-I go where I want, when I want. If I want to go to Disneyland six times in one year or pick up and go to Washington to visit friends on a whim it’s ok. I don’t have to worry about everyone making arrangements for taking time off work and school, saving for months in advance, and if everyone is having a good time. I also don’t have to worry about looking into alternative modes of transportation because my husband is afraid to fly or my kids can’t handle a road trip. Packing for one is also a whole lot easier than packing for six.

I’m not a 24-hour caretaker-I don’t have to worry about tending to sick children in the middle of the night or helping my husband find his misplaced car keys--again. I'm the only one I have to worry about.

I'm the only one who can humiliate myself-If I'm embarrassed it's because of me and my ineptness-not my husband for making a joke at my expense or my child yelling choice words/phrases at inopportune times.

Saturdays are still for sleeping in-I don’t spend my days running errands and doing yard work or peeling fighting children off one another because they both have to have the toy in the cereal box. If I choose to stay in bed until 11 it’s perfectly fine-I don’t have to worry about fighting crowds at the Grocery Store or waking up to the cereal toy carnage.

My time is my own-If I want to take 17 credit hours, work full time, AND do a show I can. My biggest concern is where to fit sleep into that equation.

I support me-I don’t have to count on someone else to bring home a paycheck. Because of this I choose how, when, and where my money does or doesn’t get spent without consulting with someone else first.

I'm old enough to be a realist-Not a cynic. Because I'm 28 and still single I've had time to experience some of life's highs and lows and learn that not only am I stronger and smarter because of it-I also don't need someone there to hold my hand every step of the way. Because of these trials I can be a better wife and mother because I can relate to my child having their heart broken, or understand my husband's fear of being alone. I feel bad for people who have no life experience to draw on when someone they care for is hurting and in need of help.

And most importantly-when I’m playing with a baby or my nieces and nephews if they misbehave or poo everywhere I get to turn them back over to mom and dad to handle. Not to mention I can load them up with sugar or get them all wound up and then send them home. I get all of the highs and none of the lows.

Although this list may not show it I can’t wait to be married and have a family of my own. This is just a reminder for all me and my single friends how good we actually have it. While I plan on enjoying it while it lasts I’m still eagerly (and somewhat impatiently) looking forward to the next step. :)

I look like WHO?

So in July I bought two pairs of new glasses. My old ones were five-plus years old and it was time to get an update. I got some super-cute frames, and didn't think much of it.

Then in August McCain had to go and announce Sarah Palin as his VP running-mate. Subsequently my world came crashing down.

It all started innocently enough. I'm very lucky; I'm only near-sighted. So I only have to wear my glasses while driving, watching TV or a movie, or if I want to see anything clearly that's more than 10 feet away, etc. I usually take them off and put them in my purse once I don't need them anymore, but this day was an exception. I wore them into the office, and my friend Jen looked at me and immediately says I look like Sarah Palin. I didn't really think much of it, because it was just one person's opinion-granted she told it to anyone she could; I was her personal freak show-"put your glasses on and show them, Kristen! You're gonna get a big kick out of this". The trouble didn't REALLY start until I decided to wear my glasses into Joes one night. That's where the fun REALLY began. I had THREE guests on separate occasions tell me I looked like Sarah Palin!! Thinking it was just the one pair in question I wore my purple frames instead last weekend hoping that I wouldn't have the same outcome. No such luck. I had an entire family say I looked like her! Now, I'm not complaining-much. I know there are worse people I could look like-President Bush or Martin Scorsese for example...but I liked being my own person-not to mention disappearing into obscurity was nice.
Plus she's not known for saying the brightest things--"I'm a Maverick" and "You can see Russia from my house"...I don't want to be associated with that! Oh well. Hopefully once Obama is inaugurated it will blow over so I can wear my glasses again and know I'm being complimented on them because I look cute in them; not because people think they make me look like someone else.
For those of you who need to see it with your own eyes, here you go. My co-worker insisted on taking this picture to send to her VERY liberal family back east for a giggle-ignore the hair, I know it's a mess. She made me pull it back because apparently I only REALLY look like her when it's back:

I've been tagged!

I never thought I would be tagged! Sweet! :) Here goes.

20 years ago......
1:I was 8 and getting ready to be baptized.
2: I was in 2nd grade.
3: The love affair began. I went to Disneyland for the first time.

10 years ago......
1: I was starting my Senior year in High School
2: I had my first boyfriend-yeah, he was a tool.
3: Was in Madrigals getting ready for Christmas.

5 years ago.......
1: I was working at Tasty's, getting fat on donuts. :)
2: I bought the car I'm driving now.
3: Was trying to figure out what I wanted to be when I grew up.

3 years ago......
1: Was engaged.
2: Went to Disneyland for the 50th anniversary-WAY FUN!!
3: Got dumped. Started over by working three jobs.

1 year ago.......
1: Started dating Scott.
2: Played Princess July in 12 Dancing Princesses and met my male doppleganger, Sparky. :)
3: Started working at Joes.

This year so far......
1: I have moved up at work-meh.
2: Turned 28 and can't believe it.
3: Finally decided what I want to be when I grow up-a teacher, BTW.

Yesterday......
1: Worked.
2: Made cookies with my friends.
3: Washed work clothes.

Today.........
1: Came to work.
2: Checked my email.
3: It's only 9:45. I haven't done much yet.

Tomorrow........
1: Change my oil, do safety and emissions, and try to clean my car.
2: Go to the Chiropractor
3: Clean my room!!!

In the Next Year.......
1: Go to Disneyland
2: Start school
3: Be Sara Brown in Guys and Dolls (hopefully!)

I tag Karalee, April, and Candace