Loves it.

I started off my Saturday with the Farmer's Market in Provo. The market was pretty small, but there were some great vendors and I am making it a part of my weekly summer routine. Steven and I wandered through the tents, sampling yummy food and eating so much cotton candy that we made ourselves sick.

Saturday evening I had a little one on one time with my gal pal Poppy. Her parents went out to dinner and we spent a delightful evening together, just the two of us.

Curses! Part Deux

Remember my fear of ancient Egypt? (Please see Curses! Part One) Apparently the Nile is a popular vacation spot....my dear friends the Kennedys just embarked on a middle eastern jaunt and returned bearing gifts. Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present the miniature sarcophagus and mummy tchotchke:Yeah, so you slide off the top and inside there is a tiny little mummy all wrapped in gauze. wtf. Continuing the "Curses! Part One" tradition, please comment and leave your favorite creepy scenario involving this treasure:

1. I wake up in the morning, roll over in bed, and look at the sarcophagus sitting on my desk. The lid has slid off and the mummy is sitting upright, looking straight at me.
2. I hear a strange tapping noise which appears to be comming from the coffin, and when I remove the lid, a strange smoke comes out and the mummy is missing. This is followed by a series of events not unlike the biblical 10 Plagues of Egypt (which is especially threatening because the tenth plague, as we all know, is the death of the firstborn, aka: yours truly).
3. I come home from work to see the mummy out of his box and sitting on the couch watching television.
4. Other

Note:

{My extensions have been in since January. It's not that much longer, but it is twice as thick...a difference that no one really notices but me. I like to think that it is a good sign that no one can tell a difference...the phrase "Oh, you must have extensions" is not necessarily a compliment. For examples, please turn on VH1 and view the latest episode of Rock of Love...}

Why I Love Hair Extensions

The good Lord has seen fit to endow me with a ...."less than desirable" head of hair. It's thin, it grows at a rate similar to that of continental drift, and every day I get 17-38 new grey hairs (which show up beautifully against a dark brown backdrop). And the thing I hate most is that I don't have a cute ponytail. What I have, instead, is a pitiful little cluster of scraggly hairs that has been the same length since I was 6. The ONE brightside to this is that it has provided me with a countless amount of humorous comparisons, which I have neatly compiled together in this handy little collage (one is me pre-ext, betcha can't pick me out!):
The good news is that with the magic of a wonderful hairstylist, a little glue, and a few strands of hair harvested from the head of a middle eastern woman (I like to think that I'm helping these women by providing them with income from their own personal renewable resource), I now have locks past the shoulders AND a ponytail that doesn't make my own mother, the woman who is supposed to love you unconditionally, laugh in my face and go "what is THAT??" (True story, Christmas 2009). The end.

Happiness is:

Sonic drink
Real Housewives of NYC marathon
Laptop for internet shopping
Sweat pants (not pictured)

I was going to go home for Mother's Day weekend....

...but Mommy Dearest decided to take a weekend-long motorcycle licensing workshop instead. Because Pingrees are cool like that.

Oh, and she totally passed. I'm so proud/mortified. You go girl. Woo!

get me out of here

I don't know if it's the spring weather or the fact that I've been watching too much of the Amazing Race or the long, stressful workdays I've been having lately, but I have got a severe itch to go somewhere. Anywhere. So far, my options:

San Diego
Pros: I can stay with family, nice weather, lots of friends in the general area to meet up with
Cons: Not at all ready for swimsuit season

Las Vegas
Pros: Close and easy to get to, more great weather, driving instead of flying=more flexibility
Cons: Not the best city if I do a solo vacay, which I am 83% sure this will be

Chicago
Pros: lots of art and architecture, chance to see a lot of things I missed the first time around (I went a few years ago and have really wanted to go back ever since)
Cons: I tentatively have a mommy daughter trip scheduled there and it might not make sense to go now and then go again in a couple of months

New York
Pros: dying to go back since my trip in November, great city to do solo
Cons: my secret great-location-cheap-rooms hotel has now tripled their price, there is a good chance that going back will remind me how badly I want to move there and I will return depressed


...Or maybe I should just save my pennies for a bigger trip this fall? I am dying to go here:
...but do I dare travel abroad by myself?

Someone please make this decision for me.

Mommy Dearest

Normally these are my cousins:
...But when I spend the weekend babysitting, they look more like this:

Saturday and Sunday were spent eating delicious treats (the root beer float with the cookie straw was a new favorite, causing one of the kids to look up at me and say "These taste adorable!"), watching all the kids shows that I've been secretly wanting to see (Kung Fu Panda, Madagascar 2, and Yo Gabba Gabba), and....having a breakdancing/meditation party on the deck in the great spring weather.

2 cylindrical containers = 1 square meal

The other day, a coworker passed me as I was eating my breakfast at my desk and exclaimed "Wow, look at you with your healthy breakfast!" without the slightest hint of sarcasm. Dead serious. THIS is what I was consuming:
Either this is healthy compared to what I normally have (diet beverage minus the yogurt), or it is considered healthy based upon their own personal frame of reference. Both are sad.

I am choosing to believe the latter.