Flying Friend

I just read something that I really want to try…I can’t explain why.

How to make a fly your pet:
Catch a fly in a jar, put him in the fridge and let him cool down just long enough for his metabolism to slow so he is not his perky self. Then take him out of the jar and tie a 15” string around his leg. Now you have a fly on a leash and can tie the other side of the string to your finger. (They said that they tried it and although it required alot of patience it did work).

What is in a name?

I secretly love it when they name a hurricane or tropical storm the same name as someone I dislike. I know I shouldn’t ‘dislike’ anyone, and I wish I didn’t, but somehow it seems like its natures way of calling them out on the carpet and exposing them for who they really are. Like some kind of cosmic revenge from the fates.

The Voice

Did I ever write about Leonard Cohen before? Well, first of all, if you don't know, he is a poet and writes the most beautiful, mesmerizing, comforting, seductive words I have ever heard. He can make me smile, cry, and become a humanitarian all in one breath. And then there is his voice. Deep, sometimes sad, sometimes erotic, sometimes lost, always soothing. This comfort he possesses has many times over made everything okay when it didn’t seem okay. I can’t say how often I let Leonard sing me to sleep. Leonard Cohen’s voice does for me what Sean Connerys face does for most women. You know how its got that timeless appeal?
So anyway I am FAa reaking out right now. I just got online and with a perma grin plastered to my face, purchased tickets to see Leonard Cohen in Las Vegas on November 12th. I can’t believe this will actually happen. This is serious people, he is a genius and I get to be a part of the history, I get to look at it and listen to it. I am going to be in the same room with that voice. I wish I could bring a huge comforter and cup of hot cocoa into the concert hall and just curl up on the floor for the most soothing 2 hours of my life. That may not go over well, so I will have to settle for just closing my eyes. I am pretty sure they play Leonard Cohen in heaven all day long. In fact now that I say that, I am reminded of a Kurt Cobain lyric that went “Give me a Leonard Cohen afterworld, so I can sigh eternally.” Ahhhhh. Total high.

It's Raining Babies

I said to my Dad this morning "York's wife had those babies Monday."
My Dad said "Oh, she had a bunch of um huh?"
I love him.

My family is welcoming a few new littles this month....these are my newest cousins:

Miss Piper Thorell



















Miss A Cooper and Miss B Cooper
(First names....pending)












I havent met any of them yet, but from the pictures they all look adorable.

The Blanks

Last weekend the friends and I went to Layton park to see The Blanks. I had no idea who they were and was not going to go, but Nichole swooped in and convinced me that it would be a wonderful afternoon at the park, with blankets, and yummy food and friends. And so it was. Thanks Cole that was so super fun.

Oh and The Blanks,.... turns out they are freakin hilarious. Just adorable, so if you get the chance, go see them, I would recommend it.

What happens when lazy wins

So we have an electronic entry key for the area I work in. It’s a plastic card about the size of a Credit card and fits comfortably into your wallet. I don’t take my wallet everywhere I go so when its potty time I usually put it in my pocket. Well, today I am wearing a skirt that does not have pockets so I neatly tucked it into my bra. Upon coming back from the restroom I decide to take the lazy way out and instead of digging in the bra to remove the key I hoist my boob up to the electronic strip and am immediately let in. I think I am hilarious right, until I enter and realize the guy sitting in the foyer just inside the door has seen my MaGic breast action from the window that runs down the length of the door. His eyes are huge and possibly a little grossed out. So funny but I am totally inappropriate. I'm embarrassed now, but when it was happening I guess my laziness overtook any mental warning of what “could happen”.

Note to Self

Never mix a cup of coffee with a bag of Almonds.