One milkshake, two straws.

Sports!

New office artwork framed!

Stand up for yourself: From a hair cut going south to trouble in your most serious relationships - if someone can do better for you, you should always tell them.

Sunscreen: Always. Wear a hat. In fact, just stay out of the sun. My 30-year-old skin thanks you already, Mom.

Think for yourself: Our religion, education and the communities we grow in of course influence our thoughts and opinions, but all of those things aside, I hope to be a good person with an open mind and a kind heart because my mom is.

Laugh (all the time): My mom knows how to celebrate every day. I always anticipate some serious belly laughs when she’s around! I wear my laugh lines proudly.

Share: Blessings and sorrows and everything in between, our loved ones are there for this task as I am for yours.

I love you more.

I’m trying red lips. Thanks, Eryn and Olive for the vote of confidence!

Oh. Yay!

“I’m having dinner tonight with some friends in town from Denver,” I explained to my boss as I stood on my desk to write on my whiteboard.

I continued my story, “Oh! You’ll appreciate this - I was actually in their wedding the day Michael Jackson died. Like, in the chair, getting my make-up done, ohmigosh keep it together for the wedding, don’t let the mascara run, woah.”

Then I sat back down, roused my compy from its slumber and “Leave Me Alone” blared from the speakers. I forgot about the King of Pop working sesh I had been having before I got up to scribble stuffs…

thecakebar:

Vanilla Pound Cake with Berries Recipe

At first glance, I thought this was an edible Mr. Bill tutorial.

• Tiffany: Hey, Amanda! It's Tiffany! I'm so glad it's Friday! I sure could go for a margarita! What about you?
• Me: ...yeah a margarita sounds good...
• Tiffany: Oh I knew you were a margarita girl! What's your fav-
• Me: Tiffany, I have to stop you. I'm sorry. I don't know who you are.
• Tiffany: Oh! I'm just making small talk! Are you the person I should talk to about placing your company's logo on the t-shirts that fly out of cannons at local high school football games?
• Me: ...
• Sales Lady: (I can pretty much hear her ready to continue shooting the shit with some seriously awkward enthusiasm.)
• Me: ... um, can you email me some information? I'd need to know more about what kind of exposure and reach we're talking about. Right now, I'm not convinced that'd be the best market for us.
• Sales Lady: ...
• Me: Well it's been great chattin' with you, Tiff! Have a great weekend!
• <click>

My poor little guy was finally admitted to the car hospital today. Thankfully, he is expected to make a full recovery. 

In the meantime, I will be caring for a new little Chevy Captiva for the next 7-10 days. I signed his birth certificate without giving him a name. I feel like I need to get to know him first. Kyle, perhaps?

i  genuinely like to play the rush-hour “hey, we’re all in this together game” and let up a little to allow another car to merge in front of me. it makes me feel like a do-gooder, but mostly i’m fan of the wave. i like to return the little, “hey, thanks” flick of the wrist with my very own “hey, no problem. happy to help!” hand flutter. 

when that return opportunity is not given, i get a little sad – not angry, just disappointed.