"It's time to un-pimp the auto!"

Connie complimented me on my makeup and followed it up with, "Does it look good because you don't usually wear makeup?" I can just feel my friends begin to chuckle simultaneously. Susannah not "usually" wearing makeup? I am the one who after sleeping (ha!) on the streets of Provo to get a good seat for a parade, got up and immediately pulled the makeup bag out of my purse. Dani thought that was hilarious. I've decided to not be annoyed by Connie's daily insanities and instead use her as my daily comedic lift. (But for the record: I did do my makeup differently.)

For a minute there I thought it might be me. Might be. But it isn't. My roommate is psychotic. I give you three examples of her lack of mental stability:
Exibit A: While in kitchen Ruth opened a cupboard, took out a plate, and left the door open. A few minutes later I was also cooking and I grabbed something from a nearby cupboard. I reached over a few inches more and gently swung the open door into it's closed position. Ruth looked over at me and said, very loudly, "OH, you're one of THOSE people!" What? I said, "I didn't know there was such a thing as "those people" when it comes to cupboards."
Exibit B: We were watching a story on the news about online gambling. The newscaster warned that people should cautious about trusting those sites. Suddenly Ruth proclaimed that she would never trust it, nor ANYTHING online, and that she would never give any of her information to any site. ...makes me want to post her social security number.
Exibit C: I got a jury summons for a federal case in SLC. (I'm hoping they won't let a little thing like no longer living in Utah hinder my chance to get on the jury!) Ruth came in the kitchen and said, "Yeah, I saw that you got that jury thing. Ha ha." (ala Nelson on the Simpsons) I told her that I am actually very excited about it and hope that I make it. She asked why in the world I would be excited for something like that. I told her that I am just very interested in law and my grandpa was Assistant District Attorney and my uncle is an FBI Agent, and it's all really exciting to me. She said she would make a bad juror (I could have told her that, but for other reasons) because ...THIS IS VERABTIM... "I figure if they got that far they are obviously guilty."
I was dumbstruck.
I wanted to smack her for every single wrongly accused person ever put through the system.
I finally said, "Ruth, I wouldn't want you on my jury."

I should get a lot more sympathy for not being allowed to kick her repeatedly.

(She does not seem to fully appreciate everything I do for her. My shirt has not come off ONCE while I've been outside my bedroom when she's been home. Gosh. The things I will do for some people!)

I have always wanted to take classes in photography. Unfortunately, I had to drop my Photo 1 class in high school to retake Adolescent Literature (I failed the class 'taught' by the wrestling coach. blah!) So I have decided to find a class I can take in a nearby college or some sort of community center. (I also want to take cake decorating classes at Michaels. Rock on. I'll be sugar rose-ing it in no time!)
I have a Canon PowerShot A300 and I am researching and studying the settings. I love the macro setting (hence all the random up-close shots lately) and I am now looking into the continuous mode...we shall see how that goes for me.


So...we moved office buildings. We are no longer in a small building of our own, we are in a huge building full of people. It is a good move, professionally and financially. But I now have this pressure I put on myself to be more professional. Blast. So instead of The Unflattering Slacks and a shirt with flipflops, I wore a brown biased-cut skirt and maroonish blouse with my white highheeled sandals. Better. Much better.
The parking lot is full of nice cars. I was parked between a Jaguar and Elizabeth's Lincoln Navigator today. George looks so dumpy. I mean, George is a nice car. A really nice car. But he just isn't a fancy schmancy car like Jayar's Mercedes Benz (Dear backseat lighted makeup mirrors, kisses! -Susannah) Maybe if I wash George he will try harder to fit in. He is darling. He is kind of like me--there amongst the professionalish fancy schmancies and pretending to play along while being far more on the fun side. Hahaha. (George is my red Volkswagen New Beetle.)

I have passed my test for myself. ...In two ways. I have a plate of tater tots on the counter next to me. I have not touched them (A!) and I am now going to throw them away (B!!) I make me proud.