Oh, how I love compliments!

So about three years ago I went to New York to visit my friend. It was an amazing trip, I loved the city and enjoyed thoroughly catching up with said friend. I was only there for a long weekend, so had an interesting flight schedule. My return flight left at 6 a.m. Due to the late nature of our daily bed time I decided it would be beneficial to stay up all night...that way I wouldn't over sleep and miss my flight.
Early that morning, the car I'd booked came to pick me up. At the airport I felt like I was the only passenger flying out at this ungodly hour. I approached the security check and placed my things on the conveyor, took off my shoes and began to walk through the gizmo when the attendant mumbled something at me. Well, you should know that I don't have the best hearing, so I had to have him repeat his statement. He asked, "What's your cover?" I was in complete confusion by this point. The thoughts racing through my mind were "Does he think I'm a secret agent?" and "Cover, did I forget my blanket?" Yet, again I asked him to repeat himself this time with a very confused look on my face. He again said, "What's your cover...what magazine are you on?"
Please step back to just a moment ago when you read the part that said I didn't sleep that night. I was flattered. I giggled and told him that I was not a model. You're thinking how much more flattering can this get...well, he didn't believe me. Actually he sort of got irritated-he must have thought I was lying-but I was flattered and went back to Utah with a little smile on my face.

Olive Garden

The other day my friend and I decided to have dinner at the Olive Garden. As our waiter approached we both knew what we wanted to eat. I order the grilled veggie plate. Don't let that name deceive you...it's actually quite the plate of food. After telling the waiter what my heart desired he stated, "How much do you weigh?" I didn't really know where to go with that so I laughed. He quickly withdrew the question and said, "it's just that usually men order that dish, and you look so small." Obviously he was forgiven, but I thought it was funny. By the way, I finished to whole thing!

Perched Atop Lengthy Limbs

As a woman who stands 6 feet and 1 inch, most of which is in the lower extremities of my body, I sometimes describe myself as perched atop my lengthy limbs. Today as I was leaving for church I was lamenting the fact that I had not purchased nylons last night. I feel that there are two very important reasons for women to wear nylons: 1. I am unfortunately in the bitter Utah cold this February day. 2. Instead of being perched atop lengthy limbs, I was perched atop pasty stems...yet another side effect of the bitter cold of February. So, ladies I urge you to make the ever-so-easy investment of a pair of nylons.

Big Hair

I currently live in Texas. Texans often have the reputation for having big hair. We deserve this reputation; we even advertise that "Everything is Bigger in Texas!". It should be noted, however, that our hair is not necessarily big by choice...it's very humid in most parts of Texas, we can't help ourselves. Though I will say that after visiting a drier area of the country (Utah, in fact) I understand why I love big Texas hair...it just looks better!

My Decision to Become a Blogger

So here's the truth...I'm not a very computer savvy individual. In fact, I currently don't own a computer. I've always felt that computer stuff is for nerds. Well, welcome to 2008, where you just kind of need to know stuff about computers. (Side note: I really like the word "stuff" it fits so many situations, and sounds funny too.) In realizing that computers are the "It" thing these days, I've decided to become a blogger. Also, blogging is quite hilarious to me. Anytime someone says something funny or makes a total tard of themselves, it's totally in order to say to them, "I'm totally going to blog that!" Now when I say it, my threats can actually some to fruition!

At any rate, my best friend set up my blogging account, consequently unleashing a force that you will come to know and love, welcome!