Thats How I Roll

Holy Cow!

When I was 12 the youth in my ward put on a road show. The play was about the man who invented the safety pin. While my brother played the lead role, I played a cow. For some reason the writers of this play decided it was necessary to include a herd of cows. Who better to play the herd than the Beehives? Upon delving into the dress up clothes for the previously mentioned tea party, my little sis found my cow costume. Naturally I made her put it on.

Tea Party and Dress Up!

One of my favorite things to do is play dress up. I love it. Love it! Always have. I love to explore the dress up box whenever I go home and jump at any opportunity to clothe myself and anyone else in a "beautiful" dress. On my recent trip home to Utah to help my mom with her broken ankle, I wasted no time getting into the dress up clothes. The occasion was a "tea party" (really a hot chocolate party) with my niece and nephew. While my mom and sister made the hot chocolate and arranged animal crackers on decorative plates, I dug through old boxes of ballet costumes and dress up clothes to find beautiful dresses for everyone. Once dressed, albeit over our clothes, we transformed into our tea party characters by speaking in our best English accents and calling each other "dear" or "darling." We then drank hot chocolate until the teapot emptied, munched on pink and white sprinkled animal cookies and talked about the latest gossip. It was a lot of fun and I can’t wait to have another one!

Happy Valentine's Day!

My niece, Gaga, and I in pink polk-a-dots want to wish a Happy Valentine's/Singles Awareness Day to everyone.

Ground Hog Day

February 2nd came and went this year without my notice and/or a celebration of Ground Hog day. When I realized this I had to revisit my Ground Hog day experience of last year. Two of my good friends and I decided that instead of watching Bill Murray relive Groundhog Day over and over and over again, we would live it for ourselves. We arrived in the quaint little town of Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania around 11 pm February 1st and set up camp in the local community center; the $5 Crash Pad. Our luxury accommodations featured brightly striped bathrooms supplied with powdered borax soap and a distinct odor of elementary school, leaving me craving a Capri Sun and Ninja Turtle fruit snacks. Also featured were several halls of decrepit lockers which my then four-eyes and lunch money merited an immediate stuffing into by my comrades. The halls and floors were lined with people and sleeping bags of every size shape color and variety. We found a spot and tried to sleep for a few very short hours before waking up at 4 am to catch the bus to Gobblers Knob. We then spent the next several hours sitting in our lawn chairs, cheering for Phil, clutching our hand warmers and growing impatient while the temperature fluctuated between 11 and 15 degrees. At 6:30 am there was a fireworks show. At 7 the members of Phil's "Inner Circle" marched onto the stage to start the show. They tapped on Phil's door, pulled the little guy out of his cozy home and the president of the Inner Circle exchanged a few friendly words in "Groundhogese" with him. Then came time for his prediction. I was disappointed to learn that the whole "if he sees his shadow" is a crock. The sun isn't even up at that time! What they do is prepare 2 scrolls. One says "early spring" and the other "6 more weeks of winter." They put the little guy down and which ever scroll he walks towards becomes his prediction. As usual I decided my experience would be best expressed by poem.

I froze my butt off in Punxsutawney!

On February 2nd way before the dawn
People go to Gobbler's Knob and gather on the lawn.
They stand and wait in the frigid chill
And chant a name, Phil, Phil, Phil!
This year I decided to join the eager throng,
I even found myself singing the Groundhog Day song.
Excitement was thick in the cold air,
As Phil slept cozy in his groundhog lair.
We anxiously awaited his prognostication,
His weather prediction for the nation.
Will winter last for 6 more weeks?
I can't feel my toes, my nose or my cheeks.
Come on Phil! Come out of that hole!
Forget about your shadow just walk towards a scroll.
EARLY SPRING! Yea, Phil you're my hero!
Although a week later the temperature is zero.
I'm sure that cute fuzzy little critter wouldn't lie,
Although, I wouldn't put it past him. He is still a guy.

Ode to Nelson

I love the "shuffle" button on my ipod. I hit it the other day and out of the 3448 songs I have, my ipod chose to play Nelson's Love and Affection. It brought back a lot of memories that I thought would best be expressed in a poem.

Rock on Nelson

With your leather pants and your long blonde hair,
My 12 year old heart thought you the perfect pair.
From your rocking guitars and snakeskin boots,
My love for Butt Rock took its roots.
In turquoise jewelry and studded belts,
Your awesomely bad lyrics made my heart melt.
I bought your cassette and hung up all your posters,
Then watched your career on its down hill roller coaster.
I never lost faith that you’d write just one more hit.
And I know that After the Rain you’re gonna make it!
‘Til then I must go on without your Love and Affection
It’s not you. It’s me. We’re not headed the same direction.
As you now make the rounds of select county fairs.
I may have moved on but my 12 year old heart still cares!

Quote of the Day

The DMV - where they specialize in making you look like a mentally deranged cocker spaniel.