NEW!

Nice to see you Blog World!  It's been a while.  I almost thought I would never get back here again but then I realized how much I valued all the musings and randoms I put on here and decided that I needed to continue the tradition of tracking my life in such a unique way.

So, what's new with you?  I've noticed there were a lot of changes from those early Blogger Days, you're a little more streamlined and a little more user friendly... cool.

Me, you ask?  Oh wow... A TON!  Seeing as how the last time I wrote anything on here was ... eh hem... in 2010... I probably ought to catch you up.  Come on... I'll show you.

So... I met a guy.  I know, I know there have been many a man mentioned throughout the years.  The cool thing is, this guy stuck.  Permanantly.  And when I say permanantly, I mean he's my husband now.  Yep, I got married.  See....

Jake came with two amazing kids and then a few years later we had two more of our own - that makes us a family of 6 and holy hannah is it crazy and fun and busy and sometimes makes me want to pull my hair out, but I wouldn't trade this life I have for anything or anyone.   See us now...

When Jake and I first got together he was in San Diego and I was in Utah.  I moved out there to be close to him after we got engaged and then in 2013 we moved back to Utah to be closer to his kids.  We live in Midvale, in Jake's Grandparent's house.

Professionally, I have officially left work to be a stay-at-home-mom and the transition was NOT easy.  I've been a working girl since I was a teenager and leaving a career that I loved was really hard, but the trade-off is I get to be with and spend amazing amounts of time with my babies and I LOVE THAT.  

So rather than rambling on I will cut this one short(er) and leave this blog open for a whole smattering of thoughts and feelings... you're welcome.

DEAR 2010,


i am writing to you a bit early this year, because i am finishing my relationship with you in washington d.c. this year and i just know i won't have time to write to you for a while after that and i prefer to be early this year... i have a lot to say to you.

2010, what a firecracker year you have been to me. when i look back on all of the things you and i went through together i cannot believe i forged through ALL OF THAT in just 12 short months. it seems like an entire lifetime passed, not 365 days.

oh gosh, i think back to the early part of you, i was still sorting out my feelings for james. you remember how he and i started talking to each other again on christmas eve of 2009. we continued to stay in touch as you took the stage. i saw him again for the first time in mid-january and realized how much i did miss that stubborn man. he apologized- something that he just doesn't do very often or with much ease... and it took me by surprise. but it wouldn't be until march that we decided to start dating again.

boy oh boy do i have fun with him. spring with you and james was just so much fun. he and i connected in such a unique way and we spent many great days together and with D, his son. we even went to visit his family in FL and decided that we were going to get married. what a fun time. i was so in love.

looking back 2010, i can see how the heat of your summer proved to be too much and scorched my whole life as i watched everything fall apart around my feet. even though i did some amazing things like run the 5K in the 2010 Transplant Games in Madison WI and spearheaded the fundraiser raising awareness about the Miracle of Organ Donation and Transplantation, my job was suffering and as a result my finances were too, i had gained quite a bit of weight and then... well... james left my life.

i remember laying flat on my back in the middle of october wondering how in the world i was going to pick up any of the pieces of this shattered life and move forward. but you were wise my friend and provided some very solid people early on in the year that proved to be more than just a backbone and support. cyndi and marj and amber and mary and marinda, my new bishop and of course my loving family who rallied.

they helped that foggy version of peggy to navigate life for a while, while i sat on autopilot and let the pain of my loss seep from every pore of my body. marj became my boyfriend for a while and the two of use nursed for very painful battle wounds from failed relationships. i just don't know what i would have done without her. i am so very blessed.

but here is the part that means the most to me 2010. you helped me reconnect with my father in heaven in a way that i hadn't been doing for a very long time. you helped me to see how reaching out to him for support and strength would be the most effective tool to rebuilding the life i had helped to destroy.

i remember being scared of your final months, worried that i wouldn't be able to find joy or happiness through the veil of tears that flowed freely. but WOW is all i can say. all of the insights and direction were more than i could have asked for. the prayers that i said in the quiet darkness of my room and the answers that came more speedily than i would ever have imagined.

to top it all off, i did so many fun things this chirstmas season. made so many memories with people i care about. got taken care of by people in my life that i am grateful for. and i spent christmas day, surrounded by those wacky deming folks who make me laugh- The Deming Family Tacky Talent Show was just what the doctor ordered. so rad!

so now... my feet have been planted on a new path and i am filled with an electric current of excitement as i look to 2011 for what lies in store. i know i am being led and that whatever is coming is more amazing than i could have ever asked for or conjured up on my own.

as i flip through the pages of my 2010 date book, i can't help but feel every last emotion that accompanied it- the happiness and love, the pain and frustration, heartache and disappointment and finally the relief and joy and the love and gratitude.

then i get out my 2011 date book and i flip through the empty pages and take a deep breath at all of the possibilities that await. i really can't wait for this new year.

thank you 2010- for everything. for all of the things that we've been through together though, i gotta say, i am NOT going to miss you one bit!

your friend,
peggy

MY TREE

i put my tree up the day after thanksgiving... it was so fun! it's CRAZY how psycho excited i am about this little tree that lights up my little apartment and makes it smell AMAZING!

i love its guts!

don't you agree... isn't it the BEST tree you've ever seen?

aren't you so jealous of me world?

you should be.

i like my tree so much that it reminded me of one of my favorite comedians who made this video!

here's to you and all the tannenbaums out there!

SILENT NIGHT- Done Right!

I'm not a Marc Anthony fan... but Kim Burrell ROCKS this song like no one I have ever heard before. That and... well.. Harry Connick Jr just never does it wrong! Enjoy!

TIS THE SEASON


starting a few days early... ran into this commercial. good good memories!

Litter Bug


okay, if i post this- you are so not allowed to jump down my throat.

i just so happened to be talking to a friend of mine about this very topic and was telling her about this- thought of the cartoon that i'm about to reference- and thanks to youtube, i can relive my childhood and poke fun at myself in one fell swoop!

so, i am one of those gals that doesn't typically break the law... and i mean like really big things. but it's in the really small things that i find a thrill big enough to evoke a tiny rush. like running a stop sign when i am in a residential... it makes me laugh like a little school girl. or running a red light on a desereted street at 2 in the morning. and... when i was younger... and i say this honestly that i am NOT like this anymore... but i used to think it was funny to litter.

BEFORE YOU FREAK OUT- LET ME CLARIFY!!!

no, i didn't walk around dropping trash wherever i went- BUT- sometimes, if i did drop something on the ground... i thought it was funny. i don't know why! okay!? and yes, there is that one time in high school when we went on a school trip up to Utah State University and i had driven my little POS up there and my friends in my car had made a huge mess and we cleaned it all up, stuffed it in a shopping bag and then i quickly peeled out of the parking lot as the bag remained on the ground next to where i was parked... and i giggled uncontrollably for like 15 minutes. yes, insane. yes, it's horrible. yes, i will be punished.

so it was then that i was reminded of this one disney cartoon about this bear named Humphrey and all his furry forest friends who are commissoned by the forrest ranger to clean up the garbage and they sing this song...





and then it goes on to show how Humphrey tried to cheat the system and ended up doing the In The Bag song all by himself.

so it's been my observation, that because of my horrible conduct in my younger years, that when i get to heaven they are going to hand me my stick and a sack and send me back down to earth where i will have to clean up all the garbage before i am let in through the pearly gates!

don't worry about me though... i'll just be walking around singing
"first you stick it on the stick, then you put it in the bag...bump bump"

RAISE YOUR HAND

this would be so cool if this post were about one of my favorite work-out songs by Bon Jovi: Raise Your Hand, don't you think? but it's not.

rewind your clocks, if you will, all the way back to the year 1995 when i was an impressionable young lass in my early teens... sad that it doesn't feel that long ago... but it is.

okay, so now that we are back in the days of plaid shirts, salt n peppa and the movie braveheart i will proceed to tell you about a moment in my life that has made a forever impression.

the summer of 1995 was all about classic skating, raging waters and Youth Conference (put on by my church... for all youth ages 14-18). youth conference typically consisted of carting all of us to some remote location (this year it was Bear Lake in Idaho) and send us through a series of activities and games that not only help us bond with each other but help us explore our testimonies and faith.

so on that hot july-ish day i found myself, along with my other youth cohorts, standing in front of what looked like a massive spider's web made out of string. not sure what to expect, we waited as the leader explained that each of us would be placed onto the string and, without talking, expected to follow it along all the way to the end destination. easy, right? well, sure it would have been, except they threw a wrench in the game and blindfolded all of us.

before we set out on our journey, they gave us one last instruction.

"if ever you feel lost or get stuck, all you have to do is raise your hand and someone will come and help you."

so we started. it seemed easy at first, the string was making one long straight line, all i had to do was walk slowly and i felt like i was in control. but just like i had anticipated, i hit a snag. there were several strings intersecting at one point. what to do? slowly i traced my fingers along the knot in the middle, hoping to figure this out; i picked one string and off i went. before i knew it i ran right into a tree...

cool peg, real cool.

so i turned around and headed back to the knot, picked a new string and ended back at the beginning.

ooookay... so this isn't going as smoothly as i thought.

i got turned around, came to the knot and found a new way and off i went again. this time i could hear people off in the distance... was i really far away?

okay, okay... i will swallow my pride and raise my hand.

i didn't have to wait long before i heard foot steps coming to my aid. gently someone took my hand and slowly guided me back to the original string.

awesome, thanks.

i put my hand down and continued on my journey. twice more i felt like i got stuck and so i raised my hand, was steered in the right direction and sent on my way. at last i reached the end. i was able to take off my blindfold, but told to remain quiet as there were a few others still on their journey.

how interesting it was to watch these other kids go through the same problems that i had experienced. one girl seemed to be in such a hard spot and was moving from one string to the other string and back again over and over again. i felt like i knew her pain!

finally, everyone finished and we were taken to the shady part of the grass. we were asked how we felt going through this experience. in typical teenager fashion we answered something to the tune of... frustrated.

then the leader told us that there was only one among us who had raised their hand the whole time and been led through the coarse straight-away.

oh. my. gosh. what? i could have done that? but it didn't even occur to me that i could do that. i thought we were only supposed to use the hand-raise thinger when i really needed it! duh!

and then the light-bulb came on! as i am sure they intended it to.

how many times does it take a peggy to realize that this life is so much easier if i go to Heavenly Father, instead of trying to do it all on her own? how many times does that same peggy "raise her hand" for help and then when it's given she says a quick 'thank you' puts her hand back down and carries on until the next knot on the string?

oh peggy, peggy, peggy... when will you learn silly girl??

and here i am again, i have found that next knot- boy is it a HUGE one and i have found that the only thing getting me through this whole ordeal is that i am constantly raising my hand! i haven't put it down... i'm too scared of what would happen if i do. i have no more mental capacity to run into another tree or get lost out in the boonies for a time. i have no interest in going backward either.

so i sit here, hand in the air, and even if i can't feel it every moment of every day, i know that i am being gently guided back to the right string... and for freak's sake... i will NOT put my hand down even then!

GETTING BACK UP


when one experiences hard things, the kind of hard that seems to beat you to a pulp and knock you onto your back, the only thing you can do for a while is lay there.

you feel weak.
you feel despondent.
you feel like the pain will never go away.

and you know what? it's okay to lay there for a while.

and while you're lying there all sorts of things cross your mind.

maybe i will just stay down here- it would be so much easier
maybe i will find something easy to run to and maybe just maybe the pain will go away
maybe i will close my eyes and all of this will have just been a horrible nightmare

and after you've thought all these thinks, the thinks decide they need to come out and you begin

you talk to people... friends, family, therapist, bishop, co-workers
you talk to the wall
you talk when you're in your car all by yourself
you say horrible things, sad things, hurtful things, angry things
you say things about the past, the present... the future that seems so empty

then one day, as you're lying there, flat on your back, feeling the hot tears trickle down your face for the 100th time, you finally look up at the ceiling and you cry out to the God you believe in and you say the last words you can possibly think of to say.

Please Help Me

they seem to fall out of your mouth in a whisper. light on your lips-- because you are too weak to say it any louder or with any more conviction.

and then you wait, quietly... delicately... hopefully

then, just when you thought it would never come-- it comes -- it starts in your head. it's quiet at first; you almost can't hear it or understand. you wonder if you're just making it up. but ever so softly you do.

i love you my daughter
you are not alone
you are worth more than all the gold in the world to me

it takes your breath away at first. you almost don't dare to believe it... but you so badly want to believe it. so you let it sit with you for a while. then without warning, you get more

you do have the strength to do this, you know
you are made of the finest i could give
you will be blessed with more than you can imagine

you sit up. did you hear that right? you start to think about it again. you refuse to let yourself really truly grasp anything just yet. you're still too stunned. you speak back.

what does that mean?
what could you possibly give me that would take ALL this pain away?
what could you do to make me feel like i am normal again?

then you look around and notice that not only are you not crying anymore, but you've been able to sit up without much effort on your part. you are stunned for a minute. you are tempted to lie back down. it felt so much better letting your head hang low. but then it comes again.

i have work for you my gifted child
i have given you unique things that will make a difference
i have all the intention of using those strengths to make your life better

but... but... what about all the things you said i could have? huh? what about those?

you stand up out of anger and with bitter tears and all the disappointment and the fear and the hurt you scream up at him...

WHY?

why can't i have what i want?
why did you do this to me?
why am i still here, after all i've tried to become?

but that understanding voice comes back to you. he knows. he understands. he hurts just as much as you do. pain is the last thing he wants for you... but he also knows that through this pain comes strength... and he needs you to be strong.

you can't see everything i see
you can't even imagine what i have in store
you can do this, i promise
and look... you are standing... and you didn't think you could even do that.

this time you are shocked. you? you have the strength to stand on your own again? you look around, you feel a bit dizzy, you feel like maybe you'll fall again and be right back where you started. you don't trust this position just yet. you look back up. you stand there for the longest time. waiting... out of fear... not wanting to move. gently he prompts.

trust me and follow me
trust me and i will make weak things become strong
trust me and i will bless each step you take
come on now... take that fist step

you start to move your foot and realize that the pain is still very acute. it's not possible. you can't do this. it hurts. you're still sad. you're still weak.

but you are up. you got up, and you didn't even think you could do that. and as you take each step, your courage and faith and strength will grow. and each step will become easier. the wounds will heal and your heart will begin to open.

and years from now you will be so far away from where you landed that you won't be able to see it anymore. and you'll look at those scars and raise them to God and give thanks.

Dear 2009,

okay, okay... i know i am a little late in sending this letter to you, but honest to goodness, i have been so very busy... and that is no excuse, because you were so very good to me.

2009, you were my year of adventure. i remember deciding that that was what you were going to be when we first joined up and i remember all the excitement at the possibilities that were ahead.

do you remember how excited i was to go back to boston to teach in february, march and april? i'll never forget the sadness i felt that first visit back in february; i cried as i took that first T ride through the city. it was so hard, i wanted nothing more than to move back immediately- but i knew the decision i made was the right one. then as time wore on and my subsequent visits to my old home provided the closure i needed, i finally found that i was at peace when i said goodbye.

but it didn't take me long to find my next adventure did it? back in 2008 i had already decided to take myself to europe- sometimes fear has a funny way of holding us back from the things we want the most- but despite all the fear, i prepared for it every day. fear didn't even get me to take a second look at my choice. TAKE THAT!

and how happy i am that i didn't because-- holy cow 2009 what a FUN summer! what an amazing life-changing experience! to see the world in a new way. to see things i had never seen. traveling alone proved to NOT be the funnest way to experience europe- but i walked away from that feeling more empowered that i was able to travel and sight-see all by myself! Ireland and France and ITALY!

i am tearing up just thinking about this small little country that has forever been imprinted on my heart (cheesy i know, but true). i can't tell you how grateful i am for those experiences. the children i taught, the families i stayed with, the tutors that became friends for life, the ancient cities i played in, the FOOD i ate... oh the food!!!, turning 30 in italy!! the best way to ring in my new decade of life. all of it culminating into an experience i will never forget or regret. and don't get me wrong there were definite moments of trial and frustration- and quite honestly i never would have gotten through those if it hadn't been for james.

2009, one could argue that bringing james into my life was not a good thing, but i will never feel that way. even though he and i would end our relationship even before you and i were done, i don't think i will ever regret letting him in my life. he was my life support while i was in italy and this guy, albeit riddled with baggage, showed me what i should expect from any man i date- boy did he take care of me in a way i had NEVER been taken care of before by a man. it was a valuable lesson that i know i will take with me going forward. ending things with him was so very hard. i knew it needed to be that way. i knew it was right. i knew that i needed to pick myself up quickly and move forward. but MAN was it painful.

once i got back from italy, i found myself in a constant state of frustration. do you remember my complaints as i looked and looked for a job? i tried so hard not to be ungrateful at the things provided for me- a loving family that took care of me-- a home and food and everything i needed. how lucky is that?! and i couldn't be more blessed at the job that i did get. i now find myself in this strange new world full of challenges and perks and fun people. i am happy and will continue to work hard to deserve to be here. and my silent prayer of gratitude will always be to recognize that so many other people and families have had to bear the weight of unemployment in a way i didn't have to.

2009, i think the hardest part with you came toward the end, wouldn't you agree? with my relationships with james having come to a close and the jarring realization that i was no longer getting married, i found myself rather scared at the thought of being alone. i became aware of the constant pang in my chest at the things longed for and not seen. the desire to be a wife and a mother unmet. being 30 and realizing that i have been grateful for my 20's- i have done so many things- but also realizing that my one goal that has been the most important goal to me my whole life- still goes unconquered.

as the holidays approached, i looked for many ways to busy myself... to distract myself from that hollow feeling. how fun that the CHRISTMAS CRAPTACULAR happened again with you 2009... i needed that. i also reunited with a bishop and his wife who changed my life back in 2003- a christmas present indeed. i was so excited to show them my new stripes! i also tried with all of my might to pretend that being alone during the holidays was going to be okay- i dated several really nice guys and made a few long lasting friends. i even felt my heart healing from the break-up as i connected with other really great guys that brought new things into my life.

2009, you were a really good year. i will always look back at you with a smile on my face. you were a really good friend that helped me heal and grow and change- and most especially rewarded me for the rough 2008 i endured. thank you for that.

2010 will be my year of getting all my ducks in a row.... you know as well as i do, that when you spend an entire year of playing, some really important things can fall into cracks when they shouldn't... so my goal is to get myself right-side-up and learn how to move in my new 30 year old skin!

wish me luck, i will certainly miss all that you brought to my life 2009.

your forever friend
peggy

ATTENTION... ATTENTION PLEASE...

but will a Miss Peggy D please step out of the UNEMPLOYMENT LINE and join the ranks of the other fortunate contributing members of society. report to your new place of employment on MONDAY MORNING sharp... and start making some sweet sweet cash.

i know that at least once a month i (being a woman) get a YOU CAN BE EMOTIONALLY UNSTABLE FREE card. today i would like to trade that card in to be viewed as though i am completely normal.

in the past 12 hours i have teared up when i thought of all my friends in boston and italy that i miss-- no really-- nostalgic central.

i have cried more for the break-up from this last dude, than i did the day after the break-up.

i got the biggest urge to get married-- to anyone-- when i was meandering through the christmas isle at target... i just can't fathom being alone on yet one more "christmas to remember!" so even if you are missing most of your teeth and have a gimp arm-- i'll take you!

blerh!

also while i was meandering at target (this is what one does when one is unemployed), i heard a tune echoing through the cd isle from one of those boxes with 20 CD's that you can click on and they play you a sample song Bing Crosby style or Pan Flute Christmas-- yeah-- well there was an irish flute piece playing and i almost started to cry! what the...

this is when i then headed to the medicine section and looked for midol with a mild sedative.

MY NEW FAVORITE GAME:

a huge THANK YOU to JOHN AND COLE for the most AMAZING 2 days i have had in a very long time... but also... for introducing me to this really fun game! no... seriously!

CHANGE THE WORLD

assuming that i live a life good enough to get myself into the CK. i have decided when i create my own world i will have the following things:


~ when it snows it will snow banana slurpees... and dogs will pee bright blue (so you will be able to tell where the bad snow is).

~ money really will grow on trees, being more easily come by so that there will be less shortage. those that work hard outside will reap the bennies of a large bank account.

~ mullets will NOT be possible. somehow the hair follicles won't ever allow the hair to be cut into a mullet... including but not limited to the RAT-TAIL and SHE-MULLETS. magically it will just grow out and lay flat. bliss.


yeah... that and some other stuff. but it's a start.

MY WEEKEND PLANS

a) a red sox game with one of the most gorgeous women i have ever met!

b) rockport, maine with awesome peeps

c) church at my most favorite church EVER!

d) a gathering of old chums


LIFE IS GOOD RIGHT NOW... and then monday comes, work begins, and total mayhem ensues! live it up while you can!

THE MOUSKETEERS WOULD LIKE TO WISH YOU A
HAPPY EASTER!

HELLO FROM 3 AM... AGAIN


once again i find myself wide awake when it seems as though all the world is peacefully slumbering... well not in the eastern part of the world where they're already well into the day.

the only difference between this time and the last time that i was miserably unable to sleep is the fact that this time, the insomnia is not drug-related. that's good right? or not so much.

i am so keyed up right now that my muscles actually feel like they are vibrating. lame.

guess that means it's time for a word vomit!

- i, once again, have said YES to too many things. i have been, unsuccessfully, trying to work on 5 different projects... so it always seems like i am 2 steps behind. i'm behind on calling people back, responding to emails/facebook stuff, trying to reschedule dinner dates or other such social exploits because i had to cancel. i feel like NOTHING is getting the attention it deserves... and that includes some of my favorite relationships. then it makes me feel guilt-ridden, and that NEVER does a body good!


- i feel like i have had more than my fair share of people snafu's over the past few weeks. i seem to either be putting my foot in my mouth, doing the wrong thing, not doing what i need to be doing, forgetting something or someone, or somehow being rude when i didn't know i was being rude. i just can't get it or keep it together this month!


- i'm worried about traveling in new countries all by myself. i've had two separate nightmares that i got lost in an airport in france and couldn't get to my connecting train on time... in one of the dreams i then had to sleep in the airport until the next day and i got stalked by a homeless man that sort of looked like PRINCE! anyone want to travel with me to italy in june?


- i'm worried about money for this summer. i know i shouldn't fret... the company will pay me each week and i should be just fine with the amount i'll have saved by the time i go... but i can't help but worry about the unknown.


- i sometimes feel trapped here in utah. i can't figure out what about utah makes me feel this way, but i feel it nonetheless. so the thought of staying here after i return from my summer 'o' fun, gets me a little moody... even with really cool things happening here that are on the horizon.

okay, i think that's enough for now. do we think this vomit has helped? i am hoping that the minute i push send it will also send along some lethargic vibes to my synapses and tell them to chill out so i can sleep for just a few hours.

i guess if this doesn't work, there's always counting sheep... right?

LA MIA PROSSIMA AVVENTURA GRANDE



oh, i am so sorry that i won't be here for your birthdays and weddings and bah mitzvahs and baby blessings... i'll be in italy... all summer... soaking in the sun and traveling through europe on my down-time, and my heart is breaking! HAHAHA! or not so much!

i really hate to brag, but let's be honest, there hasn't been much to brag about lately in the life of peggy... so i am ALL OVER this one!

have you heard this story before, it's a good one:
once upon a time this girl named peggy applied to teach english as a foreign language through the use of the creative dramatics and drama. then, after weeks of hard work, blood, sweat and tears... she heard from the amazing people at ACLE... they told her to COME ON OVER and be a teacher with them! and the world rejoiced. okay, maybe not the world... but she did, for sure. oh and so did all of the amazing people in her life that have been supporting her this whole time!

so it's official. i'm out. wish me luck.

they changed a few of the start times for camp, so i will now have to be there by june 8th for my teacher training and then i won't be back until the end of august!

guess who's turning 30 in ITALY!!??
what better way to ring in the new decade, yeah?

what's cool about this camp is that we start off in a small coastal town called SAN REMO , if you look at the map above, it's really close to GENOA. then, once i start, i will be sent ALL OVER italy, camping at places like tuscany, rome, venice, milan and many more!

this is the kind of life-changing experience i needed right about now!

this is a picture of one of the many docks in san remo

BEING A DO-GOODER


so i'm driving along... take the ramp from i-215 to i-15 north when all of a sudden i am slowed down from a brisk 45 mph to about 5mph.

the car in front of me was clearly having troubles.

i marveled at why he didn't feel it necessary to pull off onto the shoulder and let others pass him by whilst he tried to figure out his situation.

but he never did and finally, after about 1/4 of a mile after the on-ramp, he stopped cold turkey, smack in the middle of the far right lane.

at this point, other cars are now veering around him and whizzing on by and i'm in the most awkward position to get myself out into traffic.

so i take a moment and decide that i am not in any rush and can at least ask if help is needed.

so i gently pull up to the side of his car, praying i don't get side-swiped, roll down my window and peer into his now open window.

"hi, did you need any help?" i ask the man at the steering wheel and the 4 young adult boys he has in the car with him.

"yeah, we ran out of gas. do you want to get out and push us to the side?"

(okay i am so laughing out loud as i type this story)

i was shocked. here are 4 boys... probably around 15-16 years of age. they all look to be in good health... no visible defects... all appear to be of sound mind. and then there's me... weakling, has-no-upper-body-strength peggy, being asked to push a car full of MEN!!

hahahah!

so i start giggling as i pull off to the side of the road, ready to roll up my sleeves and help these dudes, when in my rear-view i see that a police man has just pulled up, thrown on his lights and taken control.

with a little wave, i shut my door and head on my way. it's funny because i was totally willing to help... but found it rather odd that they weren't really willing to help themselves... hysterical!

next thing i know i'm going to ask an old woman if i can help her cross the road and she's going to ask me to pick her up and take her to las vegas on foot!

IF I COULD SPLIT MYSELF INTO TWO PEOPLE...



... then half of me would never leave here and be happy all the live long day!