Only an old lady.

Yet another great story from my precious hours at work:

It was the average day again as a hostess. As I walked to the host booth to seat two older ladies (and by old I mean white hair, possibly a cane, and hunched backs). Before I could even ask how they were or how many were in their party, the older of the two pulled the peace sign on me. I was confused for a minute, but then realized that she was motioning to me that there would be just the two of them eating today.

Me: Alright, table for two? Let me grab you some menus.

Old lady: I want a table with no smoking

Me: Okay we can do- (cut off by Old lady)

Old lady: I want a table with no drinking

Me: Alright

Old lady: (Suddenly leans in quietly) And no sex.

What????? No sex??

Of COURSE no sex.

*But bless her heart right?*

Only an old lady could get away with a comment like that.

March March March

On this month . . .

Overall Grade: B+

Favorite moments: San Diego, last day of skiing, painting with mother

Least favorite moments: Saying goodbyes

Hopes for next month: Better grades, more sunshine, and at least 2 good Sunday naps

Last home game

A little surprise after class (look carefully)

Sheesh

All for my iPod charger?

Hellllllo spring break!

The hoodlums I went with

Mmmmhmmmm

Love birds

This was ONE slice. ONE.

The sandcastle man

Brookie & Cookie

Bye bye Ben

Take care Tru

It's here.

SPRING BREAK

TWENTY TEN

exclamation point

Okay to Miss

the summer

the group

the bountiful

the peruvians

the park

the tanya

the dumplings

the best friend

the ray

the andrew

the michael

the trailer

the cousin

the students

the puppy

the truman

the babies

the high school friends

the fam

New Found Love

SUDOKU

Job Search

It was last weekend that my dear friend Laurie and I set off to look for summer jobs in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. The weather was great, the hunt was successful (woot!), and I got to spend some quality time with one of my favorite girls.

Laurel and I lived together last summer in West Yellowstone, Montana. We worked looooong hours, met some cool people, made lots of money, and now just have a lot of funny memories to laugh about. I hope that this summer brings something similar to the table. We'll see.

talk about small towns - we passed through LOTS of these bitty things

entering the territory

car window wouldn't roll back up- made for a chilly 4 hour ride home

Utah State University

To Whom it May Concern: I love my school. And with good reason. The people are great, the outdoors are lovely, it's a great college town, blah, blah, blah. I'm working on my third semester (three down, ten to go) and still look forward to the coming years.

However . . .

I have three complaints about my school. I'm usually no Negative Nancy, but this definitely needs to be put out into the universe.

1) School Colors- I'd really prefer red, but blue just clashes with SO many of the ensembles people put together on campus. Nothing worse than seeing about 37 athletes a day mixing their blacks and navy blues. You'd also think that the Cheer Squad and Aggiettes would figure out that half black and half navy blue uniforms do NOT go well with each other. All I can think during their half time show is how much they resemble a bruise.

2) Parking- Horrendous. We often times schedules our days around when the parking will be decent. A frequent problem on and off campus.

3) Temperature- Just a tad bit too chilly for my preference. But I'll take it if that means snow.

Back to point A, though, I love my school.

Utah State, hey, Aggies all the way. Go Aggies, Go Aggies. Hey! Hey! Hey!