I can help you at this window, sir.

I often wonder what exactly goes through a person's mind when they're calling another human being "incompetent." And after they've yelled and belittled that person, do they have a flash of guilt or remorse about it. I'm wondering about it a lot more today as it actually happened to me this afternoon. I was helping a patron with his ticket order and evidently he felt my intelligence (or lack thereof) should be brought to the attention of my colleagues and his fellow patrons in a rather loud and abrasive manner. I've learned a lot at my job. I've learned a lot about myself at my job. I've mostly learned that people are kinda jerks. I hate to admit it. I hate it even more to put it into print, but, alas, it's the truth. I've learned that no good deed goes unpunished and if you give a mouse a cookie, he's going to definitely want a glass of milk and he's not going to want to pay full price for it OR like where I've put the cup. I guess this is what I get for being nice...but life kinda has a way of sucking the nice out of you....no, that's not true...life has a way of making you decide who you're going to be nice to and then leave the rest where they stand....I give everybody the same fair start...haven't they heard the saying "You get more flies with honey than you do with vinegar"?!!

Five days sooner...

So, I was watching America's Next Top Super Secret CIA Tippity-Top Top Model Search of America the other night and witnessed something that both disturbed and angered me. No, it wasn't Isis the transgendered contestant (who is FIERCE by the way), no, it wasn't the other contestants disgustingly mocking Isis (gross and not right), and no, it wasn't even Mr. Jay's hair (really, though, what was THAT?!).

It was a First Response pregnancy test commercial.

Evidently, previous pregnancy tests were too difficult. All the one pink line vs. two pink lines and pluses or minuses or Pregnant or Not Pregnant was too confusing...now they've engineered the test to simply read "No" or "Yes". To which I say: IF YOU CAN'T READ THE RESULTS OF A HOME PREGNANCY TEST MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T BE HAVING A KID!!! Seriously! Having found myself in the company of a home pregnancy test before, I can understand the stress-induced stupor that might make things a little dicey in the thought/recognition department, but c'mon you guys, it's not rocket science.

Scott & I commemorated one year of "dating" yesterday. It was all very exciting. I celebrated by being 3,000+ miles away from him, eating a bowl of spaghetti and then going to bed at 9:15. I know. Romantic, right?!!

The weather has finally taken a turn, and it's Fall in the great Cache Valley. I love the Fall. I love the Fall here. I'm ready for the mountainside to be varying shades of oranges and reds. I'm waiting patiently to be able to see my breath in the mornings....then I'll know that the cool weather is here to stay and I can break out the sweaters and the raspberry beret.

I just wanted to take a moment and tell Briskey how much I love him. You've always been a kind and devoted friend to me, Brian, even when I didn't deserve it. I can't and don't want to picture my life without your friendship. I never knew that I owed Rent so much...it saved you and brought you into my life. I love you. Now let's commemorate that love by living 3,000+ miles away from each other and eating a bowl of spaghetti!