My first crocheted gift

Finished the baby blanket for a co-worker over the weekend.
Made a card that said, "Girl or boy? A little something for your bundle of joy. CONGRATULATIONS!"


The happy momma loved it and her reaction brought tears to my eyes.
Feels good to have your hard work appreciated.

So true ...

Often teased by his fellow attorneys about being such a righteous dude, my boss referenced to or quoted a line from an R-rated movie one day ...

Me: [GASP] You watch R-rated movies?

Boss: Whatever ... life is R-rated! Get over it ...

I love people who are real and down to earth ...

What's so funny?

Last week, a friend and I attended a performance of a comedian we like. I have attended at least three other performances by this comedian in the past and have really enjoyed his materials and wit. This time, however, I felt let down by the litter of a few more F-bombs and very descriptive sexual jokes than in his previous performances. I’d like to think that I’m fairly open-minded and not easily offended, but I would be uncomfortable if my mom was in attendance with us. When I went into the office the next day, I mentioned that I had attended the concert to a co-worker (who is not LDS or Republican or conservative or …) and he told me that after attending the comedian’s last performance, he and his wife felt that the material had gotten too crude for their tastes and decided not to attend this performance for that reason.

Is it because this is Utah that caused this comedian to read more materials that is sexually explicit and drop additional F-bombs than necessary? As the comedian is openly gay, is this his way to retaliate against the LDS Church who publically supported California’s Proposition 8 which provides that "only marriage between a man and a woman is valid or recognized in California." in 2008? If he’s doing it for those reasons, those efforts are wasted as the audience is made up mostly of Utah’s more liberal-minded residents. All I know is I felt that the crudeness dulled his wit and he entrained the audience with cheap shots and laughter at the expense those who believe differently. My favorite joke of the night was probably the cleanest one he shared and would probably be found in a joke book for elementary school children.

You can call me Daisy ...

So on the way to Vegas in February over President's Day weekend, we had made plans to stop by a little town in Central Utah called Beaver for some squeaky cheese (aka cheese curd) ... somehow I missed the exit to go there and the next opportunity to turn around wasn't going to be for another 30 miles or so ... Julie and Janeen are adamant that I had actually said, "I gotta have some cheese." With that, I got on the left lane of I-15 going over 60 mph and made a U-turn at an emergency dirt road (for police and emergency workers only supposedly) and headed back to Beaver.

Choiced 4-letter words were uttered by my passengers as gravel flew. I got my cheese and I was lucky enough that a cop was nowhere in sight to catch that highly illegal move.

My car, Chloe, handled itself quite well, BUT it wasn't the same for a while. Apparently, some of that gravel got into the car and my brakes just screeched whenever I'm driving it around town. After a CRAZY month at work, I finally took it in to get looked at this past Saturday.

The good news is that the dealership cleaned out the gravel for free ... I was so happy that I bought the service guys some cookies to thank them for saving me $200 on new brake pads.

The bad news ... I got pulled over for speeding on the way back from that trip for going 88 at a 75 mph zone. To be fair, I was driving behind a semi and hated not being able to see what is ahead of me, so I got into the left lane and passed it. Unfortunately, there was a long line of cars and no one would let me in. I sped up to get past them and that was when Officer "I'm going to give you a break and write you up for 10 over the speed limit" caught me. It was a total set up and there were about 3 others before crossing the state border! I'm pretty sure they were also targeting out of state cars because, let's be honest, who wants to go back to Bunkerville, NV, to fight the citation? I called this week to find out how much the fine is ... $195. Yup, Karma got me good.