Today I saw two little sagebrush balls sitting by the side of the road. They looked like they were discussing the weather while they were waiting for the bus.

I felt really bad because I wanted to take Andy on a hot air balloon ride for his birthday (today). He’s talked about it once or twice, neither of us have ever done it, and we’d both like to try it. it didnt work out though because it was just awkward trying to wangle more time off work, when we already have a week and a half off for our impending marriage.
It was a shame because i had already booked it a month and a bit ago and cancelling was tricky. You had to give them 12 hours notice so you could avoid being charged. Our flight was at 6:30am wednesday so i needed to call by 6:30 tuesday evening right? So i called at 5:30 when i got out of work. I had to submit my debit card details when I made the booking so I wanted to make the call and avoid a charge that could go through without my contact.
Some crazy answered the phone saying “13 hours is almost 12 hours”, and he was going to charge me for it whether i liked it or not. Not wanting to be hundreds of $’s short, and knowing that a battle with an irrational individual would lead to an inevitable loss, I told him I was very sorry and I’d call him back to give him my address. I hung up, called my bank & put a hold on any card activity not already pending. When I called the crazy old balloon coot back, he yelled at me that he was charging me on the card details i’d given him (and just cancelled). Good Luck with that.

I drew this on paint one morning at work. It’s Andy’s bike that is currently sleeping/comatose in the garden shed. One time, Andy drew an Atlas Telephone and it simultaneously blew my mind and a second wind of Paint Love . The first time I was genuinely proud of a Paint Masterpiece was 12 years ago when I drew a seal attending a circus.

We’ve been engaged since December 30th! This is our engagement picture/us shooting rockets

A client came into work today barefoot, shoes in hand. They made some comment about how inappropriate it was for them to be barefoot. I joked and said ‘Yeah you’ll lose your honour if you’re barefoot on campus’ (referring to the fact it is actually against the honor code to be barefoot on campus). The guy freaked out suggesting I was calling him a whore for not wearing shoes. Then I remembered I work in a counseling centre.

A Counseling Psych Doctoral Student exchange:

Crosby:”you know what the secret to being a great therapist is?”
Grice:”what?”
Crosby:”Cherry coke. Nothing says ‘I Care’ more than staying awake”

Rachel got 2 Guinea pigs (Spud 1 and Spud 2) recently. She told me a story about them one time. Once upon a time, Spudlets 1 & 2 were sitting in the sunshine on the kitchen table sqeaking at each other. In a silent moment, Rachel slapped her legs in relief at finishing something and went to stand up. I suppose the loud noise startled them, because one slipped and fell off the table. The end.

I work in BYU’s Counseling department of the BYU Counseling & Career Centre. We are forcibly recommended to play a certain radio station while we work. I think this is an entirely bad decision on several levels, but one of them is that I am made to endure rounds of Snow Patrol “Chasing Cars” at 23 minutes past the hours of 9am and 2pm every day, as well as daily doses of Cyndi Lauper, LeAnn Rimes, and the kind of artists that I imagine some mothers to see as teen indulgence (i.e.Maroon 5 and James Blunt). On occasion James Taylor rescues me from audio distress, but other than that I leave the office at night fairly ecstatic about the sounds of traffic.

There is a hot or not for kittens. i am not kidding you.
http://www.cutelittlekittens.com/