Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Judge not...

Yeah. I saw it. It was free, it was with my two best friends, it was for the 13 year old girl inside me.
I'm not suggesting any academy awards or anything, but you can't really argue with something that has gained the fame that Twilight has in just a few years.
{Although the face Robert Pattinson makes every time he kisses Kristen Stewart makes me laugh my head off}

Monday, June 28, 2010


I was pretty proud of my clever Shakespearean reference in my previous blog post title, so after I wrote it I said to Austin:

Me: "I wrote a blog about that chicken in the trunk of my car, guess what I called it?"

Austin: "Junk in the trunk?"

The creative writing skills and literary knowledge in our home are abundant.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Something Rotten in the State of Utah

We went grocery shopping last week.

My trunk was still pretty full of boxes containing various Relief Society items passed down from president to president. When I say pretty full, I mean we could barely cram the bags of groceries in around everything. We got home, unloaded the food, and didn't think twice.

Two days later...

I got into my car to go to work and a rancid, pungent smell greeted me from the depths of my little Corolla. Being too busy to figure it out right then, I rolled the windows down and forgot about it during my day's work.

That evening I went to get back into my car and the 90 degree weather had exponentially multiplied the odor. I had to get to the bottom of it.

Shifting through the boxes in the back, in the very farthest reaches of my trunk, there it was. One lone grocery bag. My favorite navy blue shopping bag with the red and white birds. Birds symbolizing all the wildlife I save by using said reusable shopping bag.



Half-cooked, greenish tinted, rotten chicken.

I guess the color of it and the fact that I knew full well how long it had been in there wasn't enough proof that it was bad. What did I do?

I took a big whiff of it.

You know, just to make sure that's where the smell was coming from. Just in case something else in my car could be radiating such a hellish stench. Just in case it had somehow miraculously survived the two day ordeal in blazing heat and we could still eat it. That's normal, right?

Needless to say that chicken sacrificed its life in vain. My guilt at such a pointless death may drive me to vegetarianism.

In the meantime, it did at least drive me to clean out my trunk.

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Mais, Oui

Just an ordinary Saturday wishing....

...that pink balloons could make this happen to me.