New Year’s Resolutions:

In no particular order…although I’m numbering them…I still do not have any order of importance…I just like to number things…

1. Pay attention to my surroundings and modify my tone when using suggestive phrases such as, “Lick and sniff porn”, “I moonlight as a lesbian” or “You are such a whore”.
2. Do not use ANY of these phrases at church, and especially not in the stairwell where it might be echo or be overheard.
3. Realize that just because something is funny inside my house (in the middle of the night, after we’ve all been snowed in for five days) does not necessarily make it funny in real life.
4. Stop caring about what other people think, and letting that influence my decisions.
5. Hold on to the positive and let go of the negative.
6. Try not to be so nervous or afraid, and just be myself!
7. Let go of my pride (Is it really worth it?)
8. Keep some of my pride (I’m not a complete idiot!)
9. No more jumping to conclusions or worrying needlessly.
10. Remember that my personal life is not for everyone’s ears.

Cabin Fever, Scrapbooking and Confusing Conversations…

This perplexing dialogue just occurred:

Amy: “Which color drawer would you put this paper in?”
Sarah: Repeating herself for the fifth time, “Cream.”
Amy: Exasperated, “There is no cream drawer.”
Sarah: “What are my color options?”
Amy: “Normal ones. ROYGBIV, black, white…”
Leah: “I’d like you to put that in the Indigo drawer.”
Amy: “ROYGBIV will now be spelled with a ‘Y’.”

Mutual laughter takes place, followed immediately by mutual confusion.

Sarah: “Amy, Amy, I think you should put that in the ye-purple drawer.”
Amy: Giggles, “Smart ass!”

Five minutes pass…

Leah: “Wait. ‘V’ stands for violet.”
Sarah: “Apparently we all think that Indigo is purple.”

Gay doorbell rings. Whitney walks through the door.

Whitney: “Hey,” as she quickly removes her skirt, “is Sean still here?”

Sarah: Holding sheet of paper up, “Whitney, I’m gonna buy some pinup cards!”
Amy: “Did anyone else notice she held that paper up upside down?”
Leah: Mockingly holding a dvd cover upside down, “Amy, Amy, would you categorize this as ye-blue, ye-purple or ye-bitch?”
Amy: “Definitely ye-bitch.”

Five minutes pass…

Leah: “Wait, Indigo is purple.”
Sarah and Whitney: Simultaneously, “INDIGO IS BLUE!”
Leah: “Oooooh. Haha. Right.”

Fifteen minutes later…

Whitney: Laughing maniacally, “Yurple!!!!!!!!!”

North Pole Revisited.

Dear Santa,

I don’t want to seem pushy or ungrateful, but, I still see some snow on the ground. I’m not expecting a miracle; I’d just like to get my car out of the driveway. No pressure!

I hope your day is going well!

Warm Wishes and Kind Regards,

Leah

Memo to Kris Kringle.

Dear Santa,

If you could please see fit to rid Seattle of this unpleasant white stuff (the piles of snow), I would greatly appreciate it!! I think it’s safe to say that we’ve all had our fun (sledding, snowman building, snow ball fighting, etc.), and now the “fun” needs to disappear. The snow was cool for about three, maybe four, seconds – but, now I’m done!! If I could have one Christmas wish, I would wish for blue skies and melted snow. I’d even settle for rain (that’s how desperate I’ve become)!!

Hugs and Kisses,

Leah

p.s. If I could have TWO Christmas wishes, you know what the other one would be.
p.p.s If you don’t know, email me!

Walkin' in a Winter Wonderland!

Day 4 of Forced Captivity:

Sarah, Whitney and I ventured out into the "blizzard" this afternoon to procure much needed provisions from QFC (i.e. Starbucks truffles, apples, lemonade, Cheez-its, milk and lettuce). On our journey we came upon several happy, playful puppy-dogs (unfortunately said owners were less than playful, and therefore we could not join in the fun), many children and sleds, and more than a few dumbasses out driving. I was decked out in proper snow garb (a puffy jacket and snow boots), borrowed from my beautiful roommate, and looked quite adorable if I do say so myself. Highlights included: falling on my ass in the snow, giving Sarah's snowman "the chop", being shown the last remaining cedar water pipe in Seattle and watching Whitney labor over her snow angel.

Stretchy Pants, Christmas Cheer and Knee-High Socks (Fur Trimmed Of Course :D)!

A few of my favorite things about the Jingle Bell Run (and our very productive action filled Sunday). More details and photos to follow!

-Our red and white striped knee-high socks.
-Getting Julie to wear said socks.
-Julie’s excitement over Christmas socks (as well as her green running tights and red sweatshirt).
-Our free loot! Bagles, ActivWater, Clif Bars and Muesli Bars (they’re from Australia, Whitney!).
-Sarah offering to show her boobs (at least five times) to get free stuff.
-Can-Cans down the escalator at Pacific Place.
-Getting Julie to Can-Can down the escalator.
-Getting Julie to pose for CRAZY pictures (why did we extend our legs over our heads?).
-Threatening to sexually harassing male employees at REI.
-Compliments regarding our outfits from REI employees (mostly male).
-Jumping up and down and yelling for Julie from across REI until she turned around and giggled and beckoned us over, while still wearing our running outfits.
-Over-using the phrase “sexually harass”.
-Waiting for two hours at Starbucks (okay, only twenty minutes but it felt like forever).
-Snow!!
-My third ever trip to Walmart. If I lose my way in a small Walmart, I really shouldn’t go to a superstore.
-Shopping for sledding materials.
-Conversations with slow-witted Walmart employees:

Me: “Do you sell sleds?”
Walmart Employee: It only snows once a year; we don’t have much of a market for them.”

-Trying to explain the pros and cons of sled selling to Walmart Employees.
-Discussing the marketing of sled paraphernalia, the Pacific Northwest and the proximity of Walmart in relationship to a few mountains where sledding could occur.
-Driving to Snoqualmie to go sledding.
-Getting out of the car, realizing it was far too cold/windy to sled, and heading back to Seattle.
-Napping on the Institute sofas.

..and my number one FAVORITE thing about yesterday: Julie, although fully aware of my real age, registering me as a 23 year old for the Jingle Bell Run. Hahaha.

Oy!!

I’m having a very Bridget Jones kind of day. Only I’m less drunk and I have a better fashion sense. Bridget won in the end, right?

Of course that was after she got her heart stomped to little bits.

Humble Pie, Anyone?

A few posts ago I complained about LDS guys and their lack of appreciation for me/my boobs, etc. I praised the perception of non-member guys and their admiration of my assets (and brains :D). Last weekend I was dancing at Cowgirls Inc., when a very drunk man approached me. After about a minute of “conversation”, he grabbed my breasts. Interestingly enough, the next day a LDS guy I know gave me a very nice compliment (regarding my smarts). While I am not rescinding my former opinion, I will say that maybe I should be a little more patient and a little less judgmental.

I think I can hear Heavenly Father laughing.

Little Kid Things . . . Christmas Edition

1. What is your favorite Christmas song? Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas sung by Judy Garland and White Christmas as sung by Bing Crosby.
2. When was your most memorable Christmas? I don’t think I have a specific memorable moment.
3. What is your favorite Christmas treat? Lefse – a Norwegian potato pancake.
4. What do you dislike most about the Christmas season? Overplayed holiday music. I get very Scrooge-like when I start to hear all the awful Christmas music out there. A little goes a long way people!
5. What do you like best about the Christmas season? Wool coats and Christmas lights. Especially the lights downtown – so pretty!
6. Who is the hardest person to shop for on your Christmas list? I don’t know about the hardest, but the most appreciative person on my list is Hannah (my little sister). She once squealed in delight not knowing what the present actual was, “I love it, I love it…what is it?”
7. If you could receive one gift without money being an issue, what would it be? A trip around the world.
8. What is your idea of a perfect Christmas Eve? Dinner with the family, present exchange and a movie (most likely seasonal). And watching the puppy open his presents. Completely adorable!
9. Which do you like best, eggnog, or hot chocolate? Hot Chocolate. Although I do like the occasional glass of eggnog.
10. Do you prefer a fancy Christmas tree, or one decorated by the kids? I like a combination of the two. Fancy glass ornaments with a sprinkling of some childhood favorites (especially the old metal ones and the feathery birds).
11. What is your favorite family Christmas tradition? Christmas Eve Dinner and early presents (mostly because Hannah gets too excited).
12. Do you like fruitcake? No. Except for the Italian fruitcake Pannetone, but it has to be fresh.
13. Do you prefer skiing or snowboarding? Can’t say I’ve tried either.
14. Are you dreaming of a White Christmas, or do you say “Bah Humbug” to snow? As long as I don’t have to go anywhere I’ll be dreaming of a pretty White Christmas.
15. What was your favorite gift from Santa when you were a child? I don’t know what my favorite present was, but the best gift I ever gave (or my favorite present experience) was a copy of Strange Brew to my dad years ago. As he opened the package, he started talking about the movie for whatever reason. I’ll never forget the look on his face when he finished the unwrapping; priceless. My second favorite Christmas present opening experience was when Hannah received a telescope; she started crying.
16. What is your favorite Christmas movie? I know it’s not a Christmas movie (although it does have a Christmas section), but I love to watch Meet Me in St. Louis.
17. Have you ever eaten snow? Nope.
18. Who do you wish could be with you this Christmas? Hmmm..
19. When do you put up your Christmas lights and decorations? Early to mid-December.
20. Real or artificial Christmas tree? I love the scent of real trees but I hate all the needles.

Guys Like Me. No Really They Do!!

I pride myself on my intelligence, my smart (ass) mouth, my kindness, my fashion sense, my artistic sensibilities, my wit, my giving nature, my understanding, my patience and (dare I say it?) my fantastic set of breasts. I’m attached to my boobs (literally ;D); I’ve had them a long time. I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m never going to be able to wear certain tops or that I might have to have things tailored to compensate for my large breasts and tiny waist. I like them. They have helped shape the person I’ve become. Seriously! When I was eleven (and twelve and thirteen and fourteen etc.) I would get embarrassed when adult men would stare at my breasts or make inappropriate remarks. My mom (and others) would let me know that someday I’d appreciate them. I’d roll my eyes (of course) and not believe her, but she was right! So, my question is: now that I appreciate when the hell am I gonna find a man who appreciates them too?!?!? A man that I respect who ALSO likes me as a person. Is that too much to ask?! Really?!? Non-LDS guys seem to like them (like me for that matter). Non-member men like my brain, my personality, my heart and my boobs. In the past month I’ve been called a sexpot, stunning, lovely, pretty and the list goes on. If I’m more than good enough for most men out there, why aren’t I good enough for you “decent” “wholesome” “priesthood holders”, hmmmm?! Why not?!?

While I’m on this subject, I might as well point out some things I like about men. Confidence. CONFIDENCE. And intelligence, kindness, a respectful attitude toward women, a sense of humor and a good heart. I’d also like it to be noted that I show remarkable restraint regarding smart ass remarks and criticism. I don’t say half of the bitchy things I feel because I try to be a nice person. That stops here! I will no longer hold back! What I will do, though, is point out all of YOUR (the collective “your”) teensy tinsy very, very, very small inadaquacies (and I’m sure it really is itsy bitsy).

p.s. I’ve seen you looking at my breasts. While I’m wearing a crew neck top. But you’re still not interested?!

p.p.s. I notice all those other looks too.

p.p.p.s. You’re still not interested?! Bullshit.

"Daniel, Crazy Straw or Regular Straw?"

In honor of the new Bond film, Quantum of Solace, here's a Catherine Tate sketch with the hunky Daniel Craig. Enjoy!

Rainbow Connection

I have officially sounded like Kermit for one week. Seriously? I'm done with this cold!! I've never been without my voice this long. I'm starting to wonder if it will ever return. No matter what anyone says, it is NOT a sexy voice.

I’d Settle for a Handshake.. and the City..

I love Sex and the City. Snappy dialogue, hot sex, beautiful clothes . . . you can’t go wrong with that, right? When the movie was released (and plagued with some terrible reviews) I happily shelled out ten bucks to see it. And I remained in love. I even loved the progression away from sex to family and love. Yes, I love the show even with less sex! ;) Until last night. It’s possible (probable really) that my deteriorating attitude over the last few weeks altered my perception of the film. It’s possible (probable really) that I could watch it tomorrow and enjoy it just as much as the first time.

Problem Number One:

Yes Carrie and Big belong together. Yes they’re each other’s one true love. Blah blah blah. Maybe it’s because their happily ever after is what I crave with my not so (Mr.) Big. Maybe my personal life is intruding too forcefully on my relaxation time. Whatever the case may be, the romance really rubbed me the wrong way.

Problem Number Two:

Girlfriends are so hard to come by these days. At least ones of the Sex and the City caliber. Sticking together-ness and not fighting over men? Can such friendships actually exist? I have my doubts. Experience has taught me that women who play the game are dangerous. Especially to those of us who never bothered to learn the rules.

To Whom It May Concern:

If any man reading this blog has any romantic interest in me (however remote), never say to me “ya know books and t.v. are pretty much the same thing”. Never. Not even if you believe this statement. Please. Unless you crave my revulsion.

Rock N’ Rolla

*Please note: this blog is intended for entertainment purposes only*

Dear Gerard Butler,

It almost goes without saying that I enjoy dark, muscled men of the Scottish persuasion (who doesn’t?). I have faithfully followed your ascent to fame (I’ve seen both Dracula 2000 and Attila). I’ve been favorably impressed (The Jury and Dear Frankie) and more than a little embarrassed (again Dracula 2000 and Attila), but nothing could prepare me for the acid induced nightmare that was Nim’s Island. I mocked the disgusting P.S. I Love You (I can’t help but think Hilary Swank looks like a man) and the waxed chest and bizarre facial of 300. I’m not saying I want my money back (a rebate is not necessary, really) I just want you to make a film of which I can be proud. I understand that this may not be possible (I’ve also seen Timeline); but, can you at least make a movie in which you are the hottest man? The American playing the Irishman in P.S. I Love You was really hot!! And his terrible accent was better than yours!! Recently I have been tempted to transfer my attentions to Christian Bale, Daniel Craig, Hugh Jackman, Michael Fassbender, Dougray Scott, Kevin McKidd, James McAvoy and even that American in P.S. I Love You. Half the men on that list aren’t even Scottish and one is American. American!! You know I’m a strict British Isles kind of gal (with Australia and New Zealand thrown in for good measure). I have high hopes for your newest film, Rock N’ Rolla. I mean how can you go wrong with Guy Ritchie at the helm (don’t worry; I’ve repressed that movie he made starring Madonna)? You have a normal amount of facial hair, your Scottish brogue and I’m hoping (crosses fingers) for a non-shaven chest. I’m not trying to pressure you (I’ll always be your best girl) but, that new James Bond movie is released this month. Think about it.

Yours with affection (for now),

Leah

P.S. Don’t even get me started on Beowulf & Grendel.

I <3 Joel McHale!!

Is anyone else disturbed by all of the teenage dramas and reality shows?!

Do I know you?!

I received an email on Facebook a few weeks ago from a guy asking, “Hey, do you work at Shoreline C.C.?” Before discovering that we have a couple mutual friends, I freaked out a little. Later on that week (I was calm at this point) I saw him. Some halfhearted banter ensued, and everything was fine.

He approached me at work today and after the usual chit chat asked, “Were you at a Halloween party with my friend (name deleted for my protection)?”

To which I responded, “Um, when was this?”

“Oh, I don’t know last week? I guess anytime so and so (another name deleted for privacy concerns) and you have your picture taken together I see it.”

As he walked away, I thought about all the pictures of me from the party. Most are completely obscured and I only recognize myself because of the outfit I was wearing. I went through all the pictures again (just to make sure) and there aren’t any with the two aforementioned friends and me. Not one. Not even a background shot.

I am more than a little creeped out now.

Courtesy of Sarah and Meredith

8 things I’m passionate about:
1. The 1940s
2. Literature (mainly British)
3. Music (especially sixties or seventies rock)
4. Anything British (see above)
5. Experiencing different cultures and customs (Besides British ;D)
6. Alfred Hitchcock
7. Italian Cooking
8. Art – sculpture, photography, ceramics, etc (either viewing or creating)

8 words or phrases I say often:
1. Seriously . . .?
2. Maybe you had to be there
3. Are you kidding?
4. My bad
5. Are you okay?
6. Fabulous!
7. Crap!
8. I’m sorry

8 things I want to do before I die:
1. Own a villa in Italy
2. Visit the Roman Baths (in Bath)
3. Have more time to work on my art (and have said work shown in a gallery)
4. Learn Italian
5. Sing in a band (Note to self: overcome stage fright)
6. Stop caring what other people think
7. Get married
8. Publish a novel

8 things I’ve learned from my past:
1. It doesn’t help to jump to conclusions
2. Things generally work out fine (if not always in the manner in which you’d hoped or anticipated)
3. Patience really is a virtue
4. Nothing surprises me anymore
5. Sometimes you can tell a book by its cover
6. I don’t have any inherent “sixth sense” to fall back on, and therefore should trust my mom and my sister more
7. Making mistakes is unavoidable; just apologize and move on
8. A real smile can fix (almost) anything

8 places I would like to visit:
1. Sicily
2. The rest of the boot ;)
3. Scotland
4. Denmark
5. Russia
6. Australia
7. Prince Edward Islands
8. Greece

8 things I currently need or want:
1. A vacuum (I need this desperately)
2. A super foxy Scotsman
3. A flat screen television
4. Some romance
5. A kitten or a puppy
6. A kick ass pencil skirt
7. A sugar daddy! ;D
8. New shoes (red peep toes preferably)