Florida, here I come!

I have a secret. In exactly 10 days I will be in the beautiful tropical paradise of Florida. And not only that! I will be in this beautiful tropical paradise with my dear friend Emmilie. I like her a lot. And I'm excited. Really. Excited.

The Honey House

I love my job. I work at a lotion factory. Yes that's right. A factory of lotion. There are many benefits to working at the Honey House: I get to come home smelling like lotion every day, I have an endless supply of free chapstick, soap, and lotion, I can pretty much show up and leave whenever I want, I get paid for eating lunch, sometimes I get to take care of random farm animals that show up....the list goes on. But what makes my job so great is my co-workers. Currently I think I'm the only employee under 50. There are several older ladies that I work with that just make working great! Cyndi, the Hawaiian, is pretty much awesome. She wears T-Shirts with half naked Hawaiian men on them every day. I enjoy it. Cyndi also has the most contageous laugh I have ever heard. It's more of a loud giggle actually. You'll have to hear it sometime. I guarantee you'll start laughing too. Everybody just loves Cyndi!

The rest of the ladies are pretty great too. Today, for example, Cyndi asked the others for advice on bridal shower ideas. Apparently one of her daughters is throwing a bridal shower for her friend and she needs a little help. So Cyndi asks everyone for ideas and they throw out a few suggestions and Cyndi relays them to her daughter on the phone. Apparently none of them were good enough and Cyndi's daughter says her friend wants something more "risque". This is what happens next (almost word for word, mind you):

Connie: Risque?? Does she know who we are?
Heather: She wants US to give her risque ideas?
Penny: What does risque even mean? How do you make a bridal shower risque?
Cyndi: We should ask Caroline
Caroline: Why would you think I know anything about risque?
Connie: You seem most likely to know
(laughter)
Cyndi: Where do we find strippers?
Heather: Are those expensive?
Caroline: I know an Elvis impersonator. He has a suit and everything! He would make those girls swoon! (really...she said "swoon")
Cyndi: Really? That might work
Connie: If all else fails I can get my son-in-law to put on a show. He'd give 'em a run for their money
Cyndi: How would your daughter feel about that?
Connie: She wouldn't have to know!

Honestly, this stuff happens every day. Who wouldn't want to work here?

Conference Weekend

Conference weekend is great for a cornucopia of reasons. This one was extra great not only because of the spiritual wealth of knowledge that was received but also because of the crazy fun that went on. Let me just tell you that there was a whole lot of hair curling, movie watching, fingernail painting, party having, cookie eating, pop drinking, walmart going, nest making, all around happiness that went on. I'm pretty happy about it. AND we got to hear from wise leaders and prophets. Does it get much better than that? I think not. 

P.S. Shout out to the wonderful Priesthood choir that performed at general conference yesterday. Even though I wasn't there I know a few people in it and I'm pretty sure they did stupendous. 

Wet

I was walking to class today, enjoying the FIVE FREAKIN INCHES OF SNOW we got last night and thinking to myself how I was totally not bitter...not at all. And then I noticed the girl in front of me. She was so....so wet. Apparently something from her backpack was leaking kind of a lot and the back of her jeans were pretty soaked. This wasn't just a normal leaky backpack...we're talkin' a stream of constant liquid running out of the bottom. I'm actually surprised she didn't notice it. So me, being the kind-hearted soul that I am, decide to inform her of the fact that she is not only getting soaked, but also loosing a precious beverage in the process. I was thinking later about how awkwardly that could've gone down if I had worded it differently, know what I'm sayin? I could've said something like, "Um excuse me? You're leaking." Or, "You might want to change your pants before you get to class." Or even an outright, "You look like an idiot right now." To tell you the truth, I kind of wish I had said one of those things. It would've been a completely awkward and hilarious story. But no, I had to be all "nice" about it. Sheesh!