Saved By A Smile

A few days ago,

I was feeling a little blue.

And a little purple.

But mostly blue.

Mostly, it was because I had to wake up at six for a training at work instead of sleeping until noon like I wanted to.

Because I just really love sleeping.

My bed and I are perfect for each other, but my alarm clock doesn't want us together.

That jealous whore.

In any case, I was not keeping my chin up buttercup.

Not in the slightest.

I was driving to work. In the wee hours of the morning, and I kept hitting every freaking red light in the universe and at each one I was getting progressively crankier.

While I was angrily stopped at yet another red light, I happened to look over at a bus stop along the side of the highway.

Sitting at the bus stop

happy as a clam

or a bird with a french fry

was a large Polynesian man.

And he wasn't just sitting.

No.

My dear friends, this man was also jamming out on a ukulele like he hadn't a care in the world.

I was so amazed by this man, I was staring at him with a face that probably looked kind of like this:

He was just that awesome.

The man looked up at me, our eyes locked, and if I were him I totally would have scuzzed off the weirdo staring at me like I'm a shaved llama. 

But he didn't.

His face broke out in an enormous grin, like I'd just given him a puppy and told him a funny joke. This man, was just so happy.

He was up just as early as I was, probably earlier, who knows how long he was waiting at that bus stop, and he was just so at peace with the world around him. 

It really made me stop and reevaluate my attitude

and revel in the random little joys life puts in our paths.

Throughout that day and the days since passed, whenever I find myself feeling down like an ugly clown

I stop and think of that man

and I can't help 

but smile.

The End.

Gateway Adventures

So, I took a much needed reprieve from work yesterday, and partied with my peeps at the gateway.

Here's what I did.

• Rode the train down and listened to the men sitting behind me share their hitchhiking experiences with each other.
• Walked around Barnes and Noble for half an hour by myself just looking at all the books and wishing that the bookshelves were tall enough that you needed to climb a ladder to get to the top.
• Bought a "How To Read Tarot Cards" book and a set of tarot cards.
• Went to Urban Outfitters and cried because I do not have even close to enough money to buy everything I want from that store.
• Settled with buying some new sunglasses and a snazzy bracelet.
• Read a book about things that zombies hate.
• Learned that zombies hate balloons.
• And mimes.
• Took pictures of my bff Haydn wearing a Kobe Bryant jersey to make her sister angry.
• Laughed for way too long because I found garden gnomes dressed as team mascots. I'm sorry, but a garden gnome dressed up as a dolphin is probably one of the funniest things in creation.
• Ate Panda Express. With chopsticks. Like a real Asian.
• Saw a man dressed up as a jedi.
• Found a book filled with hilarious insults.
• Told my friend that after looking at his face, I was no longer in the mood for pepperoni.
• Was told by the same friend that I'm so short my hair must smell like feet.
• Went to the Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory and bought not a Peanut Butter Cup, not a Peanut Butter Pail,but a Peanut Butter Bucket.
• That's right. A bucket.
• Realized that I can't hear the word "Biscuit" without cracking up.
• Watched the Katy Perry movie in 3D.
• Cried a little bit.
• Didn't steal the 3D glasses even though I really wanted to, they were just really nice ones and I felt too guilty.
• Went back to Barnes and Noble.
• Lost at Bop-it.
• Read a book explaining that the dinosaurs went extinct because they were fighting over underpants.
• Decided maybe you shouldn't really believe everything you read.
• With the help of my friend Christian, made a story using only the words in book titles.
• Touched a cloud in the planetarium.
• Wished the day didn't have to end.
• Listened to 500 Miles by the Proclaimers on repeat all the way back to Ogden.
• Learned how to read Tarot cards. Like a boss. A gypsy boss.
• Learned from my Tarot cards that wearing purple today would bring me heartache and bad luck in my work endeavors.

Life handed me some pretty sweet lemons yesterday, 

I'm fully content. 

The end.

When Life Chucks Lemons At Your Face

Sometimes 

life hands you lemons,

and you think 

"Gee thanks life! I really needed these lemons! These will go great with that thing that I'm doing! Really man, you could not have picked a better time to graciously hand me such a tart and sunshine colored fruit."

and everything just works out.

But the other times,

when life hands you lemons

you're right in the middle of juggling 13 chainsaws that are also  on fire and made of glass and life's just like

"Dude. Lemons. No really dude, I've got these lemons right here for ya. Like, these are just awesome lemons and I need to to take all 47 of them right now. Like, I know you're busy, but you have to take them. All of them. Right now.

Dude."

Sometimes life is just a jerk.

But I think I pity myself too much. 

Yeah, maybe I am trying to juggle 13 flaming glass chainsaws

but there are people out there who are juggling even more

while riding a unicycle.

blindfolded.

And if life is pestering me, there are people out there that life's just chucking lemons at as hard as it can.

I really don't know what prompted this random rant into the metaphorical giving and receiving of lemons.

I was going to write a post about the upcoming finale of The Bachelorette, but my fingers just went crazy on the keyboard and spit it out without notifying my brain of the change of subject.

I can't even remember the last time I ate a lemon...

I tell you what though,

the next time I do

I will definitely think of flaming glass chainsaws.

And how I can handle anything life decides to throw at me as I juggle them.

Because i am one tough little ginger.

The End