TELL ME THAT THEY JUST AREN'T THE CUTEST EVER!!!

my heart aches to play with them

AFTER A LONG WEEKEND...


i'm tired. my bed feels really good right now... i'm never leaving it again!


i'm happy with the opportunities to meet new friends. hi new friends in CT!


i'm proud of myself. i climbed a 5.7 on saturday and i hadn't been climbing in 2 years


i'm motivated. the new project i'm working on is really exciting to me


i'm so sore. salsa dancing is wicked rough on this here old lady body i got goin' on


i'm peachy. a good friend is getting married to an amazing man and her bridal shower was perfect!


i'm lucky. i got to eat lunch with the haight family. yummy food and so much fun!


i'm hoarse. michael MADE me sing... i didn't want to!


i'm thrilled. got my new calling yesterday!
1) NO MORE EMPLOYMENT (yay... don't tell the bishop!)
2) PRIMARY CHORISTER... primary chorister dudes! rock on!!!


i'm blessed. lots of moments of service and laughter


i'm mentally exhausted. needs no explanation

THE WHOLE TRUTH...


so last night a group of my good friends and i sat around disclosing some rather personal information... and we were all fessing up.

what foods do you like that you would be embarrassed to tell anyone about?


here's a bit of the list:

+ bologna sandwiches with miracle whip! (that one is mine)

+ eating sprinkles (or jimmies) straight out of the jar

+ twinkies

+ doritos and clam dip (mine again)

+ dog food ("whatever, you ate dog food")

+ cat food (meow mix... not fancy feast)

+ nuking marshmallows until they get all crispy... then bending the plate to eat them off

+ also- stale marshmallows

+ cheese/pickle/mustard sandwiches

+ hostess cherry pies

+ 1 slice wonder bread. 1 slice kraft singles. nuke for 30 seconds. CHEESE BREAD. (me... all me)

+ diet coke in pancake mix... instead of milk (i promise you that one's not mine)

+ also, NON-COOKED PANCAKES!!! just sear them on each side... eat while batter is drooling down your chin.

+ snails. SNAILS! (so that he can feel it squish and pop in his mouth... antenna and all)

+ gino's pizza (the ones that are $.99 at the grocery store)


yeah, and that wasn't all of them. i just can't remember. interesting that mine (with the exception of the animal food and pancakes) happen to be the most disgusting!

what about you? fess up. we all know you like to eat something disgusting! now's your chance to own up to it!

DON'T FORGET ME WHEN I'M GONE!


will you remember me in 60 years?

yes.

will you remember me in 20?

yes.

will you remember me in 1 year?

yes.

a month?

yeah.

how about a day?

uh-huh.

hour?

yep.

in two seconds?

sure.

knock-knock.

who's there?

see... you already forgot me!!!



who doesn't love that joke, huh? i know i do... except for when it's REAL!!!

okay, so you know how when you sign onto blogger there is a little box at the bottom of the username and password boxes that if you check it, it will know to remember your username and password forever! it's like your own private bouncer. the kind you would tell your deepest, darkest secrets to and you know they'll keep it in "the vault." and when you come a knockin' on the door they will open the little peek door, see you and know to open the door wide, as the special guest of honor.

yeah, well every time i come up to the door, i have to say the secret password AGAIN! no matter how many times i check that stupid little "remember me" box, it still forgets me... and i just can't take it anymore. i can't trust it to remember me!!!

hey... bouncer man... me again. i'm here again... peggy... you know... that girl that has entered the same bloody password over and over again... come on... you remember... no, really? i need to type it AGAIN??? but i just did it five seconds ago and then i had to leave the page and come back to it... i just went away for like 2.5 seconds and came right back and YOU DON'T REMEMBER ME???? ARRRGGGHHH!

please... please remember!

THE BIGGEST DRAMA QUEEN IN THE HISTORY OF DRAMA QUEENS AND THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD!!!

ahh superlatives... gotta love 'em... gotta use 'em!

something i've noticed about myself as of late... not that i haven't always been this way.. i have... but i am now just REALLY and TRULY seeing that i have this way with words... and it is the silliest thing ON THIS ENTIRE PLANET!

i use HUGE, BIG, GINORMOUS words in HUGE, BIG, GINORMOUS ways to explain myself about the smallest things.

what???? you do??? why peggy, i've never noticed this about you!!!

no really, like... i'm like the BIGGEST DRAMA QUEEN I HAVE EVER MET! for real dude... like it shouldn't take you like 800,000 YEARS TO SEE IT!

it's so bad that even my bishop, almost every time he sees me, breaks out into "valley girl" voice and mocks me... and it's just not right i tell ya!

so why? why do i do it?when explaining something or telling a story, is it THAT necessary to say:

"it was THE FUNNIEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN!!!" or

"he said it like 800,000 TIMES!!!"

why is it not sufficient enough to say:

"yeah i thought it was really funny." or

"he repeated himself a lot."

i guess by nature i am two things... a story teller AND a passionate person. now i'm no math wizard but i think... a + b = DRAMA! don't get me wrong, i like that i have these qualities. i just see that sometimes they tend to get in the way when communicating on a daily basis.

not everything is a big deal-- speaking passionately about toast is rather silly, wouldn't you say? or telling a story about going to the grocery store and every other word is a superlative seems a little excessive, no?

sometimes i catch myself in the act, speaking REALLY REALLY PASSIONATELY about something i don't really care that much about... it usually only dawns on me when i take notice of the person i'm talking with, see their eyes widen with surprise that i care THAT MUCH that toothpaste comes flavored like strawberry and take a step back.

wa-ho there tiger... back that soul train up and take a deep breath.

i also believe that sometimes i use HUGE ways of speaking to purposely be annoying... and i know there are people out there that don't understand my brand of humor and think i am absolutely crazy. (people... you have no idea!)

i am also aware that sometimes i come across as mean or insensitive for saying some of the things i do.. but i can't help it if i think it's funny to say the things that are so morbidly wrong to say that no one would ever say them... so i do.. then i snicker... most people give me that look that says i'm a huge jerk... but how i do love those people in my life that roll with it and play along. it really is all in the name of fun!

i really can't see myself changing... so if you can jive... GET OUT! no no, i kid... i kid.

but seriously, if ever you are in conversation with me and i go off on a tangent about the strangest thing to get all riled up about or i start exaggerating something fierce... give me some slack, i just can't help myself. i wouldn't be able to talk if i couldn't JUST YELL IT FROM THE ROOFTOPS!

BONDIE

saw it on john's blog... peed my pants.

I LOVE MY NIECEE!!!