my boss likes to make me cry...

by making me watch stuff like this:

for all the beautiful moms who read my blog (all three of you: emily, emily and kristy:) )


super cheesy but you gotta love it...

laugh, joke and goodbye

january 15 calls for a celebration... and apparently an exorcism of the khaki!

yes, in honor of KLR's birthday, we not only had a super delicious meal at bubby's, but also we went to visit a little tribe of hippies over at the al hirschfeld theater.

i knew klr would like HAIR because she is open-minded and sees beauty in places where a lot of people don't. i was not wrong. oh we laughed and enjoyed. she told me about 800 times that gavin's voice is like butter. i replied 800 times "i know." then we ran on the stage and yipped out the bad vibrations and sang let the sun shine in at the top of our lungs. happy birthday, KLR!

klr: "i need a minute."

peace. love. equality.

hair dance party. let the sun shine in!

fellow mormons? awkward... but no, for real. he's so good at what he does and he is a very gracious and nice person. always laugh at the fact that i do have an autographed will swenson planner from when the singles ward movie came out on DVD. no, i don't want to talk about it.




the following night, tash, lizzie and i hosted a dessert night. i am not sure how all of us ended up in my tiny loft of a bedroom, but here we are... a thanks to tash for capturing the moment.

recent findings*

tv show: lost, lost, LOST. i am so hooked.
phone call: mumee. she was driving through alligator alley en route to our house from ft. myers.
excitement: memphis on broadway on wednesday, y'all. i'm excited.
treat: homemade magnolia bakery lemon bars. yum yum.
book: something blue. i've read it on at least 2 other occasions but i love seeing the way the story develops. plus, there is something so charming about stories that take place in london.
frustration: a let down by someone i really care about.
frustration 2: pigeons, i hate YOU.
hope: new opportunities
hope 2: trips to see my loved ones. baby, siblings, mom, and friends in utah. and karson and betsy: i double delta nu sister swear i will come get my stuff out of your basement soon...ish.
feeling: sleepy. hello zyrtec, bye bye allergies!
accessory: cocktail ring i got from mom for christmas. no, i am not engaged for the 345th time. can't a girl just wear a pretty ring without a million stares and questions? i guess not. ah well... deal with it. i'm not taking it off.
restaurant: nizza on 9th between 44th and 45th. LOVE this delicious and suprisingly light italian fare.
goal: gym, gym and more gym. i always go but i really feel like i can do soo much better. the real bummer is that they took away the afro jazz dance class and replaced it with pole dancing. um...no thank you. ballet barre it is. for the record, ballet barre kicks my butt. and i suck at ballet.
movie: last i saw was leap year. and it was fine. nothing special, but cute enough.
song: might still happen. again, gc puts my thoughts to song perfectly.
dream: something about a birthday which fell on valentine's day (this year, and this year only), my sister, dinner with the macdonals who i haven't seen in like 10 years and steel? like the person. his name really is that.
language: well...i am thinking in english... just read something in french and sang in spanish so....
tomorrow: work, dance class, gym. and of course, more lost.

oh, look, hubert... it's a whole haggle of hippi

guys. i need to learn how to sing well like now. i would so love to go to this: HAIR open casting call. if you can sing and love peace and love and equality, i suggest you go. in the mean time, i will sit here and continue wishing that i knew how to sing and thinking that my marketing and advertising background prob isn't so relevant. don't worry, i will not actually attend the casting call... i'll just wish that i could.

do it! GO. I'm looking at you, antonio jimenez (actor, singer, dancer).

what have i gotten myself into???