I can't stop the tears, I'm laughing so hard!

Dear friends,

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You're welcome.

P.S. If you're offended, I'm sorry...that's not what I meant to do, and I don't think this is meant to be offensive, either. It just made me laugh. :)

Running to Stand Still

I. JUST. WANT. TO. GO. HOME. FOR. CHRISTMAS. ALREADY.

Tuesday is the big day. I'm trying to distract myself by staying busy until I can go. But work is making me want to wring my own neck right now. Lately, I've had dreams of finding a new job, but the realistic part of me (whatever part of it that's left...) says that's crazy and completely unnecessary, and it's just this time of year. It really is. Summer is insane, but November/December is like torture in comparison. :) Remind me to be thankful for the insanity once the summer begins again...

Lindsay and I went to the Christmas Tabernacle Choir concert last week. We stood outside in the stand-by line for an hour and fifteen minutes, but we made it in to listen to the glorious vocal styling of Brian Stokes Mitchell and the soothing storytelling genius of Edward Herrmann. Thank you, holiday season. :) And thanks, L.J., for forcing me to decide...heheh...

Also, for the two people who have asked (Trick and Mindy, specifically...) I finally have a picture of the puzzle that cased me so much grief. :) It's all framed and happy on the wall in my room. It makes me happy on a daily basis. :)

Ahem. Thursday night, I went to Body Worlds in Salt Lake with some of my favorite people in the world...and it was much cooler than I anticipated it would be. Cool info mixed in with crazy cadavers...I can definitely say I haven't been to anything like it ever before. Much at the beginning was about the heart where the info reviewed the chemical reasons for "love" as well as confirming it's entirely possible to die of a broken heart. Super. Truly uplifting... :) (It really was interesting, though...) We had a more normal picture of us there, but you get to see this one because I think it's more true to life... :)

I thought the neatest part there was the room with all stages of pregnancy to birth. The microscopic embryo forming to fetus, and don't worry...placenta was there for viewing at the end. They even had one from twins. Kind of a crazy way to see it all, but awe-inspiring, all the same.

Also, this is not an especially important note, and I know I'm not his only admirer (by far), but that same night, I became an instant fan of a very funny boy. Who will remain nameless for the masses. But I haven't enjoyed a boy that much in a long time. Years, actually. And only those of you who know me best will understand this part, but he stuck his finger up my nose. Twice! I know he didn't know why I was laughing so hard (in addition, of course, to my initial reaction to someone doing that to me in the first place...) but I told my mom, and she probably almost died laughing. That might gross the rest of you out to think that actually scored points for him (some major ones, actually) but it did. We Thompsons love trying to stick our fingers up each other's noses. Or maybe I just threaten my younger siblings with that on a regular basis...dang it! He also knew every word to Death Cab for Cutie's "I will follow you into the dark." Super. It's perfect that he's going to Iraq a few days after Christmas. For a year. Perfect! Really, this is awesome. This is me smiling. :}

Whatever. In other news, I went to a Utah Flash game last night with one of my co-workers. (Thanks, Jenna!) It was good fun...and it made me want to go get all crazy at a good Aggie basketball game. Oh, how I miss those! :) But a big thanks to Jenna for helping to keep me sane at work as well as outside of it. I sure appreciate this girl. Mucho. :)

Also, the funny Jessica Smith gave me a whole new level of Christmas present...and I laughed out of pure joy and disbelief. Please. See. Below. And yes. That is a JACK action figure from LOST. He comes with authentic sound clips from the show. And a full-scale replica of Kate's mugshot. "If we can't live together, we're gonna die alone." Jess. This is beyond words....and I am in love with him. :) (Don't worry, fellow LOST-watchers...I'm also a Sawyer fan. What girl could actually choose between those two?! Poor, poor Kate...)

She wins the prize. Hands down, the funniest gift I have ever been given.

Aubs is making BOSSTA tonight!!! It's okay that you don't know what that is. But what's not okay is that you've lived your life without ever eating it. Yummmmmm. :) Thank goodness for this best frenn of mine...heheh! Guys. You're missing out on this girl! I would like to know what you're so busy with that's more worthwhile. Really. I love Aubs, and oh, how I love that she makes Basta. *happy sigh* :)

While I'm on the subject of people I love, I'd also like to thank itunes for Ross Copperman, my new favorite. Thank you. Really. If you don't know him, you should. Look him up. You won't be sorry.

Okay. Enough of all this! Over and out. I have to go be responsible and fold my laundry.

I heart awkward. And most recently, WD-40.

This is a short story. And a funny one. If awkward = funny. Which...it ALWAYS should. :)

The nephew of one of our faculty just came in to pick up some materials for his aunt, who is a seminary/institute teacher. She couldn't make it down to get them, so she enlisted his help, since he lives in this very happy valley. From the approximately seven minutes I spent with him, he seemed nice enough and even nice-looking. But - uh - I was working (just to clarify) and was only trying to help him get all the materials she might need and load them into his truck. As is one of my many assignments. Go ahead: tell me what a dedicated employee I am. * listening *

However, I would like to say this certain gentleman went above and beyond on the receiving end. He was making nice enough conversation as I showed him the materials, and then I told him where he could bring his car around and I told him I would meet him at the back door with his materials.

He dutifully went to move his car while I enlisted two co-workers in helping me with a very uncooperative, WD-40 covered dolly so I could load the materials into his truck. Whatever. Anyway, I went and met him around back and started loading the boxes into his truck (still with WD-40 all over my hands, and in my nice work clothes, mind you...) when he starts with the awkward/funny.

"You smell nice."
"What's your perfume?"
(I didn't want to disappoint him by telling him he was just smelling a mixture of possibly my shampoo and most definitely the WD-40 all over my hands...)
"How long have you worked here?" & "When did you graduate?"
(aka - "How old are you?" - stealthy, secret code. Oh, I've got the translation. That's right.)

By then, I had finished loading the boxes into his truck (don't worry...he was helping in the meantime, not just standing there watching me slave away and talking about my personal hygiene and life/career path.)

I smiled, shook his hand (by this time, the WD-40 was gone, at least in substance...smell still lurking...but clearly this has a good effect...) and told him it was nice to meet him, tell his aunt hello, I think she's great, yada yada yada.

I tried to pull my hand away as he still held ON to my hand and while looking straight into my eyes, says,

"I'll tell her that."

...still holding my hand.....

Okaaaaay, thank you. Very much.

WD-40, ladies. Works every time. HAHAHAHHAHA. * wink *