I am thankful for:

Blogging, because it passes the time...
Lindsay, who will watch ANTM with me.
Hali, who makes me laugh late at night.
Art, because it speaks to me.
David Bowie, just because.
Erin Cotten, who makes Logan a worthwhile place to visit.
My job, for supporting my wild lifestyle.
My apartment, even though it is Fort Knox.
Sephora, for inspiration.
My calling, for restoring perspective.
Internet TV, for keeping me up to date and entertained.
Chuck and Sarah, Ned and Chuck, and Pam and Jim, for giving me hope.
My family, (Chariots of Fire theme) Commitment John, commitment!
My freak of nature dating week, for reminding me that I am not a freak of nature.
Leilani, who loves me enough to send me art.
Val, who kills me at Mario Kart.
Travel, for keeping things interesting.
My camera, because it lets the world see how I see the world.
Macaroni and Cheese, you know why.
The gym, for always being there for me, even though I neglect it so.
IKEA, for giving me an outlet when I am stressed and providing me with cheap Swedish goods.
The beach, for connecting me with who I really am and what really matters.
Vanessa, for Rock Band and Guitar Hero (and covert operations!)
Ari, for keeping me well advised.
Unlimited text and the people who text me.
Skinny jeans, because I never thought they would work, but they do.
Music, because it fuels me.
My guitar, for making me feel like a super star. Thanks guitar!
Mervyns, because it is going out of business.
Homemade Oreos, Hali's Homemade Oreos (to be specific).
The cold, because it gives me a reason to bundle up and drink hot chocoalte.
Books, because they make me smart.
National Holidays, for giving me a break and a reason to celebrate!

SURPRISE!

I got my hair did! It was a little bit of an impulsive day. I had just gotten back from California, and I had watched too much ANTM. I needed a new look. My palerie Valerie had gone to see Quantum of Solace last week and told me that I looked a great deal like Agent Strawberry Fields. Done and done. New hair.

It could always be worse... Part II

And just when I was starting to feel sorry for myself:



Amy Winehouse goes for a stroll Tuesday after visiting her local pub in London. The singer received some good news recently: Her husband Blake Fielder-Civil was released from jail and checked into rehab.

Train wreck.

'Nuff said.

Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween from Salem!

Happy Halloween from Sleepy Hollow!

Happy Halloween from Count Orlok's Castle!

Happy Halloween from Orem!

Happy Halloween from Boston!

I lead a very difficult life. After traveling to exotic Delta, Beaver and Richfield, Utah last week, I headed off to Boston for the NODAC 2008 Conference.

As it was Halloween while I was there, I figured that I had best celebrate in style. I took the train to Salem with several hundred of my closest, crazy, costumed friends. Salem was WALL to WALL with ghoulish ghosties out to celebrate this haunted holiday with the witches.


While in Salem I visited the Salem Witch Museum, the House of Seven Gables and the Salem Witch Memorial. They even had fireworks to finish up the night. There were some crazy costumes. Jedis walking around with Darth Vader and Darth Maul, Beaker from the muppets, Sweeney Todd and Mrs. Lovitt. My favorite was Batman, the best part was that his kids were dressed at Robin and Cat Woman.


Also, to celebrate the season, I went on a completely ridiculous, but rather amusing, Ghosts and Graveyards tour. I learned several things:

1. All ghosts in Boston have Cockney accents.

2. In colonial Boston they buried people on top of each other, sometimes 10 coffins deep.

3. Bostonian ghosts also really like to hit on girls. See example below. ALSO the trolley driver offered to show me around the city. Wow, it is just too bad that I had a conference to go to.