Homecoming

On Saturday I walked into my hair salon - and into another world.  It was Homecoming for the local high schools and the hair salon had been taken over by teenage girls with ringlets and fancy up-dos.  I felt so glad not to be 17 anymore. 

Now that I'm not in high school, I know....

* Redheads don't tan.  And it's ok.  People are pretty in a lot of different ways.  Play to your strengths. 

* Some people are just mean.  Avoid them if you can.  Be nice to them, but from a distance, if avoiding them is not an option.

* On days you feel fat, the best solution is to go for a walk.  Then come back and have a cookie.  The walk will clear your mind and the cookie will taste that much better because you "earned" it first.

* That I don't have to be afraid of phone calls anymore.  Texting is a great invention.

* You should volunteer to play the piano, even if Brooke Torgeson (who I love) plays better than you.  Life is an experience and not a competition.  Play for the love of the game.

* To follow Sheri Dew's advice, "The only assumption you should ever make about anyone is that they're probably doing the best they can."  Don't judge.  Give love where you can.  Show up.

Ok, that's it for me being philosophical.  What have YOU learned since high school?

Vocabulary Lesson

Synthetic Oil = "You know, the kind you can put in a Honda and it will go longer."

You learn something new every day!  They love me at auto shops.  They really do.

Weekend Roadtrip in Pictures

Me and my friend Steve from work outside the Art Museum at BYU.  We took a Friday off to road trip to Cedar City to see Les Miz.  (Yes, it was my second time seeing it.  Don't hate me.)  We were also excited to walk through the "Beauty and Belief" exhibit featuring Islamic Art.  I have to say, the "People in a Hard Land" exhibit was a letdown after the "Beauty and Belief" exhibit, which was exceptional.

So you can't take pictures inside the exhibit.  But here is me just outside the exhibit.

 Love this shot of me in downtown Provo.  WELCOME HOME!  And don't you love that my shirt matches the sign?  What are the odds? 

For whatever reason, I cannot get this photo to download right side up.  However, it's a picture of an ex-Mormon standing in front of a sign reading "Black Sheep" in Provo.  So it seems appropriate that it's upside down.  And I mean that as a compliment. 

 All the world's a stage....  Don't I look like I OWN this stage?  Maybe next summer I should perform in the Shakespeare Festival instead of just going down to watch the plays every month.  Or not.
 

Outside the Adams Memorial Theater in Cedar.  There was not a play going on that night in this particular theater, so it was a great time to get pictures around and on the stage.

Are you kidding me?

I had the following conversation with the receptionist at my eye doctor's office when I called to set up an appointment.

Me:  I was calling to schedule an appointment.  I just got a reminder postcard in the mail.

Receptionist: Ok, what was the date and time on the postcard?

Me:  Monday the 17th at 5:15.

Receptionist:  So you must be Traci.  Does that time work for you?

Me:  Yes.

Receptionist:  I'm sorry.  We don't have a doctor in the office that day.  Is there another day that works for you?

Me:  Sure, ok.  I could pretty much come any evening that week after about 5:00.

Receptionist:  We have Tuesday at 11:30 or 3:00.

Me:  Is there anything in the evening?

Receptionist:  How about Monday the 17th at 5:30?

Me:  I thought the doctor wasn't in that day.

Receptionist:  He will be in that day actually.

Me:  Ok??? That would be fine.

Receptionist: Ok, Stacy, I've got you down for Monday the 17th at 5:30.

I'm not holding my breath that the doctor will be there on Monday, or if he is there, that I will have an appointment set up to see him.  It will certainly be interesting to see.

A Shout Out

Tyler got to pick something from the Treasure Box in his kindergarten class last week.  And guess what he picked?  A bracelet for his cousin Lauren, who was about to turn 2.  Way to be selfless Mr. Man.  Aunt Traci is really proud of you!

Dreams

Last night I had a dream that I was getting ready for work and I couldn't find my brown pants.  It was one of those dreams where you're really anxious and you NEED to find those pants or life as you know it will cease to exist.  In the same dream, I ended up in Florida and I was attacked by a crocodile.  When I woke up, I was much more upset about losing my brown pants than I was about potentially losing my arm.  I do love those  pants, but I'm afraid to think about what the interpretation of this dream might mean for me...

(If anyone is wondering, I am wearing my brown pants and a purple cardigan today.  And I have not been bitten by a crocodile so far this afternoon.)

Down in Sugarland

Rainy summer night.

Outdoor concert.

Good friends, good music.

SUGARLAND