Wednesday, March 12, 2008


Saturday afternoon I got a stranger danger call, so of course I didn't answer. I listened to my message, "Hello, this is [insert name] from the Mount Timpanogas temple and I would love to help you with your request..." The rest drowned out as I began to wonder who might have put me on their list as a prank, then I was distracted by thinking maybe this is some heavy-duty foreshadowing? Cue for "Twilight Zone" music. Suuuuure.

Wednesday, March 5, 2008


A lost Chihuahua showed up in the neighborhood my sissy works in. After several phone calls to the number on L.C.'s collar, I decided I would walk her to the address on her collar.
I am almost there when this huge 4x4 screeches over to the side of the road. Two men who looked like construction workers who had just got off the job were inside. I'm talking dirt, full sleeve tattoos, earrings, scruffy smokey voices, gruffy facial hair - you name it!
Immediately I was amused because I knew exactly what they wanted....the chihuahua.
"Oh you found her! You found our girl!" [big man #1 grabs dog and hands her over to big man #2] OH SISTER! Do I have a thing or two to tell you!"
Just imagine these rough and tumble men getting all sappy, emotional, and teary-eyed over this little chihuahua. Now smile:-)

Monday, March 3, 2008


I got caught.
I was driving down the road singing my little heart out. A number I do not know calls me. I check the voicemail Mister Anonymous leaves. He says, "I guess you don't want to answer your phone. I see you in your car." YIKES! I call Mister Anonymous back right away and ask him to reveal his true identity. Apparently this guy (whom I do know) saw me singing my little heart out and was so amused he wanted to call and tell me how much I looked as if I were enjoying myself. Embarrassing:-)

Sunday, March 2, 2008

Happy Couple

This post will be particularly amusing to anyone who knows me well and knows mister Bart.

I was in the cereal aisle of Walmart with my beloved friend Bart on Friday night. This older gentleman hurries up to us, and I think he will say something like, "You two look like you know what you are doing, can you help me out?" Nope...nope....instead he said, "You two look like such a happy couple, I just have to congratulate you!" He was very vigorous and insistent about this as Bart and I each held out our hands for him to shake in congratulations. I continued to bust up laughing for the next ten minutes and have been torturing Bart with his new nickname of "Schnookums" or "Sweetheart" or anything else mushy.