Acceptance of Appropriate Accolades

I've mentioned this here before, albeit breifly, but I have a confession:

Sometimes, when I sit quietly in a meeting or a class...it can be anything from church to work to school...I have this sudden, strong urge to just leap up on my chair in one swift movement and burst into song. We're not talking an Enchanted moment with fluttery birds and magical moments here...but a real blow the roof off the building and everyone's mind kind of event. NBD.

I will, of course, star in said fantastic musical moment.

This generally happens when I'm sitting in Sacrament Meeting. :) Oops. I'm not gonna lie. It's usually when my mind starts to wander and there's a song I can't get out of my head. It also happened a lot in my undergrad when I'd be sitting listening to the professor drone on about statistics or economics (which I admit I only took for 2 days until I learned it wasn't required...PEACE OUT, yo...) and my mind stared in disgust at all the boring subjects around me and just wanted to help bring everybody out from the 6-feet-under screams I just knew were begging them to leave such drudgery behind.

Don't you dare tell me you'd rather discuss the production, distribution, and consumption of goods and services than laugh your head off or be dazzled by the vocal stylings of yours truly. A) because it's rude to tell me that, and B) because it's just not true. I'm seriously amazing...in my head. The song choice tends to change from day to day, but...today it might be something like THIS:



OR maybe this:



Right?! Seriously. I would rock your socks off. All that gusto... 

Hey, Mister Arnstein, HERE I AAAAAAAM! 

TAKE me baby, or leeeeave me, I'm gone!

Whew. Time for heart rate to return to normal. BAM!

If nothing else, this happens on a regular basis when I'm driving in my car and no one else is there to hear me. Except for Frank.

Which brings me to my next point.

It's time for this buddy to hit the road. But his name isn't Jack.

This is Frank. Some of you have met him before. I never name my cars. If you know me well at all, you know I generally look down on naming inanimate objects; er, non-living things. Call it whatever you like, but I just generally find it odd. :) But...for whatever reason, this car deserved a name. Maybe because he was my first real car...you know, one that didn't have the bumper falling off when it wasn't held on with a bunji cord or a flat tire every two weeks during the winter (I affectionately named that car "hunk of junk" and we were together for six years.) ...things like that. Fred really has pulled through every season with flying colors. I'm proud of him for that. However, we did get in a terrible fight last spring when he broke my finger in his door. BADLY DONE, FRANK. BADLY DONE. The only other thing Frank has ever really done wrong is cost me a lot of money in gas. Ask me why I listened to the salesman when he pointed out how handy it was that there were carseat...things...for the backseat. I don't know what they're called, but if I were a mother of more than one toddler, this car would truly be useful. Uh...I don't know if you've noticed...but I own not a single toddler. (Can one even own a toddler? posess? I don't know why this requires ownership...) Anyway. He's really just too big for me and my life. He's awfully comfortable, and we've had some great times together. Tall people can sit comfortably in the back seat. Uh...once again...I never sit in the back seat, and the number of times a tall person is in the BACK seat is just not worth the gas money Frank requires. I'm not certain of the exact date of the parting of our ways, but...it's coming soon.

Sorry, Frank. I'll try to increase the number of times we have together between now and then when you MAY hear me belt out some great tunes. Because I know at least you appreciate it.

Also, totally unrelated to anything else here, but sometimes, when I'm witty or hysterical on facebook...I wish I could "like" my own comments. Not just once, but repeatedly. And I find it odd sometimes when more people don't "like" it far more than they do. We need to learn to show our APPRECIATION more often, people! C'mon! Things like, "Dear DeeAura, you are so funny sometimes I think I'm going to pee my pants." Stuff like that. Because I think it's funny to say stuff like "pee my pants." (Sorry, Dad...)

Most importantly, did you know there are 10" of new snow today in the mountains? Did you FURTHER know that I am actually at work right now instead of flying through all 10" of that powder?

In all seriousness, I think my sense of responsibility today deserves the standing ovation. Let's. Be. Honest.

Go ahead. I will graciously accept your accolades, starting now. Thank you, thank you very much.