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to cheer myself up i bought these shoes over the weekend. they’re officially my unemployed shoes. working in a professional atmosphere doesn’t allow for clothing with skulls, however, hanging out at home does!

as you can imagine things have been rather hectic in my world over the past couple of days. i want to thank everyone for their amazing support. the blog world, i’ve found, is a tight knit community who take care of their own. thank you for all the kind emails and posts. i’ve read them all and am very appreciative.

i forgot to post my column for this week, sorry! you can find it here, it’s a willie nelson tribute. to see photos of the concert go here.

while on the subject, i want to make sure everyone understands i’m not referring to IN utah this week or the SL tribune as my current employer. i write a weekly column for them, but am not a full-time employee on their staff. the magazine and their staff have been very supportive of my blog, in fact that’s how i came to write for them.

Apparently China isn’t the only country that believes in censorship. Today the powers that be informed me they’ve stumbled across my blog. This did not come as a shock, since my site meter shows hits coming in from cities where our corporate offices are located. What did come as a shock was the request to stop blogging. However, isn’t there a little thing known as the First Amendment? Personally my favorite amendment, since I’m a very vocal and opinionated person.

They’re not pleased with this post, among others. Though, I’ve never blogged the name of the company, or even the industry I work in. For all you know i could be working in fast food–but, I’m not. I guess negative fodder isn’t great for a publicly traded company. It’s the stuff ism not blogging they should worry about, because that stuff would make for a great read.

My brother Jeff and his girlfriend announced their engagement over the weekend. I have a lot of brothers so to avoid confusion:

Matt: 30, married to Holli and father of Carter and Hannah.
Jeff: 26, soon-to-be married to Chrissy and while he got the looks in the family, his hair line is receding.
Ben: 23, married to his banjo and has gross facial hair.
Chady-bear: 19, baby of the family with a Japanese future.
Me: 31 going on 21, princess of the family (obviously!).

All caught up? Good. Moving on, Chrissy asked me via text message to be her bridesmaid. The truth is I’d do practically anything for a pretty dress and shoes!

But it got me thinking, is text messaging really an acceptable form of communication? Don’t get me wrong, I’m a huge fan of text messaging since I hate talking on the phone. However, for certain items of conversation I think a phone call is better. Is it me? Am I turning into an old woman, and if so do I have to get cats?

Congratulations guys! I’m going to be a step-aunt to a hula dancer! And you can’t beat that.

sorry guys, i had no idea my mood affected storm patterns. i must be magic! it took me nearly an hour just to get to the freeway this morning. here’s the intersection i was stuck at:which only ben will find ironic. last spring he asked me every single day to go to the banjo store with him. i refused every single day. the kid is already weird, buying a banjo was not going to help his image. of course, he’s a brat and didn’t listen–as you can see here.

Ben and I drove to the country today to have lunch with my parents and grandparents. My baby brother Chady-Bear received his mission call this week, so the lunch conversation turned into a God-fest rather quickly. Usually I eat really fast and escape from the table before this happens. Today I wasn’t so lucky.

My mother was telling a missionary story, which like a horrrible daugher I wasn’t paying attention to until she said “the spirit touched her.” Without thinking I immediately responded saying, “isn’t that illegal?” I thought for sure everyone would freak out since my grandparents were there. Before my mother could give me the look of death my grandmother burst out laughing. I really do have the best, most understanding family ever.

I want a life coach. Scratch that. I need a life coach! I cannot be trusted to make my own decisions anymore, especially when it comes to men in my life. The good ones I manage to walk away from. The ones who are bad for me I keep around. Not anymore. I’m giving that up for Lent. Because now I totally get Lent. Wikipedia knows everything–way more than that stupid Dex guy in the phonebook commercials.

I can pick out an excellent pair of shoes (i.e. my new camouflage ballet flats), but I can’t pick a man to save my life. Not that I’m comparing men to shoes. Shoes, for me, last longer. I still have (and wear) my first pair of Cons. Yes, I own the same shoes I did in high school. I’m cool like that.

I’m serious about this life coach thing. Therapists are so last year…

I don’t need a reason to heart SLCup, but if I did it would be the pug off sticker she gave me today at lunch. She gave little puggie an eye-patch. Now that’s friendship!

I’m slowly turning into my Mom, which wouldn’t be so bad if it were her good traits. She is the kindest most loving person I’ve ever known. She is a nurse and has this need to help people, even when outside of the hospital. This includes giving her daughter’s favorite coat away to someone who needed it more. Yeah, it happened, but I couldn’t be mad.

My Mom is sort of an airhead, as is Ben. Growing up I don’t know how many times we left the house just to turn around and go back, because she forgot to turn off her curling iron. Ben is the one who lost his basketball in the back seat of his car. HOW DOES THAT HAPPEN?!

It’s always driven me mad, until now. Why the change? Because I’ve joined their club.

I’ve been wanting to see The Queen, and finally talked a friend into taking me to see it last night. The movie starts and I realized I had already seen it. I was livid! My friend laughed at me for the rest of the evening. It sucked, since I didn’t love the movie the first time around.

If that were the only airhead moment…

Last week Daisy was chewing at her paws, as she often does due to allergies. When this happens I spray her paws with a bitter spray to keep her from chewing them. Twenty minutes after covering her paws in the stuff I noticed she was not only chewing at them more, but licking them as well. I accidentally got some of the spray on my hand before and know it tastes like hell in a bottle. Something was wrong. I picked up the bottle and noticed it was the wrong spray. I had just sprayed mint tasting dental spray on her paws. How I mixed up these two bottles is beyond me!If Daisy chews her own feet off, I can only blame myself!