You Know It's Late When You Can No Longer See My Eyebrows.

Sleep is overrated.


At least that's what I keep telling myself.





2:30 AM and I am STILL at work.


It's times like these that I wish I WASN'T paid on salary!

What, No Chocolate On My Pillow?

We finally made it out to California last weekend, we stayed at the finest 5 star hotel called Chateau de Dennelle's House. We were treated like royalty complete with robes and slippers, the only thing missing were the chocolates on our pillows.


I guess I can forgive her for that.




The concierge, aka Dennelle, mapped out our whole weekend so there was never a dull moment, well except that time we went shopping at the Tangerine Boutique, but I was a trooper and suffered through the torture that some people like to call shopping.


I guess I can forgive her for that.


Our weekend started with a tour of Temecula's wine country. This was a first for me, I don't think I've ever seen a real grape vine in my life. Check it out.






I even got a little taste test.






We were able to visit four wineries that day:

Falkner Winery

Weins Family Cellars

Callaway Vineyard & Winery

Hart Winery


My favorite of the day was Weins Family Cellars. Below is Dennelle with her men:




And here is me with my men:




What?


Didn't your mom teach you to share?


At Wein's we got to do a tasting straight from the barrel, very cool!






For lunch we had ourselves a little picnic at one of the wineries while enjoying the beautiful view.





Then we went inside this cute little winery called Hart Winery. Dennelle knows the owner so we got a little extra special attention. Mr. Hart gave us a tour of the winery and a little lesson on how they make their wine.




As you can see, Dennelle is paying real close attention to dear Mr. Hart, you can just see the concentration in her face.




That night we had a little party and were able to meet a few of Dennelle's friends. Man, these guys know how to entertain! Lyman is a chef and made the. best. ribs. ever.




Ok, check out this set up. It is like Man Heaven, they've got 4 TVs so they don't miss one game during football season. After seeing this room, Alex decided that he wanted to move in.


Permanently.





My response,


"Promise?"


Not because I would leave my sweet Albert there alone, although come to think of it, that would mean less laundry for me to do, but no, I wanna move in too! A girl could get used to this kind of luxury!

The LSAT Can Suck It.

We flew to California last Thursday and after we landed and were exiting the plane, the hubster's phone beeps notifying him that he has an email. Little did I know that this tiny email contained a three digit number which held the fate of our little family in its value.


He looks at me nervously, he isn't sure he wants to open it right then and there, but finally his curiosity gets the best of him.


I'm standing there biting my lip in anticipation while watching his face as he reads the email. I jump in surprise when he yells out an expletive and for a moment, I can't tell if he was happy or angry.


The huge smile that appeared on his face answered my question.




The hubster improved his LSAT score by about 10 points! We were so excited we seriously high fived each other like two kids who just won thier soccer game. Then I squealed and jumped up and down while Alex slapped his forhead and caught his breath. At this point we were still standing in the terminal and everyone was staring at us hugging and laughing like we had just won the lottery.




But we didn't care. We were so excited and so relieved at the same time, Al's hard work finally paid off!


What a great way to start a vacation right? So we spent the weekend in celebration and after we arrived home Alex received what he thought was a sales call. He decided against his initial impulse of hanging up on this guy and found out that he was the Dean of the U of U law school.


Yes, the friggin Dean called my hubster's cell phone. He told him that with an improvement that huge is so impressive that he would like Alex to start law school this fall!


Not only that but Al also got an offer from a law school in Arizona telling him that he could start this fall as well. Of course we were expecting to wait a year and not start law school until fall of 2010 so this was a big surprise.


We are still keeping our options open right now because who knows, he may be able to get accepted to his dream school next fall, but at least we know we've got two offers already just in case.


Who knows, maybe we'll end up in California!

Like That Girl On American Idol Crying Over Sanjai, Only Ten Times Worse And Spandex Shorts Were All The Rage.

I used to be an MJ fan.


When I was about seven years old my brother and I would go over to my neighbor's house to watch Michael Jackson's music videos. I'd lie on the couch hiding my face with my blanket so that nobody could see me crying. Yes, I was worse than Sanjai's crying fan on American Idol.



My neighbors were all boys and they would ask me why I was crying but I was too young to understand why.


I slept with a picture of him under my pillow at night and would dream about him in my sleep. It was an obsession; of course this was back when he was still "normal". (I say normal while making quotation marks with my hands because my version of normal is strange compared to others, but it's all relative right?)


So I am obviously, or not so obviously, over my crush on Michael. The end happened when my brother told me that Michael Jackson swore. Yes, I was so naive that swearing was the worst sin that I could think of. He might as well have told me that I was going to hell because I loved Michael.


I was devastated.


I refused to believe my brother and that night I held my shiny Michael Jackson photo in my hands and bawled all night long on the floor of my parent's bedroom. I knew that I just could not love someone who swore, so like the good girl I was, I finally let Michael go.




Good God I was so molly! Would someone slap that little girl into reality please?


Sheesh.


So what about you? Are you an MJ lover or hater?

I Hear Tie Dye Is Making A Come Back

Today is the day! I am headed to California to visit my friend Dennelle. Here's a picture of the little thing:




And here are that little thing's shoes:




You see we look like we're the same size in that first picture don't we? I know this is hard to believe but that picture is an illusion, you wouldn't know that I'm over a foot taller then her from that pic would ya? Well I'm really not, we're exactly the same size. That's the truth.


She is a consultant for the company that I work for and she lives in California but flies to Utah to work here during the week. We like to have girl's night at her second home, The Marriott, during the week.




When we get together we get pretty wild, ya know, how ya do. Clockwise starting on the left is Dennelle, Lacie, Lil sis Lin, and right at the bottom of the picture is my big toe, Bertha. Bertha's always trying to steal the show, sorry bout that.






So she's visited my home and hung out with me and Albert (and she still likes us! I KNOW right?) but I have never met her hubster so today's the day. We (Dennelle, me, & Albert) are flying out this afternoon for a weekend for Harley ridin, wine tourin, shoppin (Ugh, yes she's making me go shopping!) & Swimmin.


In preparation for this weekend I went and got me a tan. A spray tan. Didn't quite go as well as I'd hoped. My hands almost look like an orange and white tie dye shirt, but I hear those are coming back in style so I think I'm okay there.


I tried to get pictures of my orange and white hands but my phone really sucks and washes everything out, so this is the best I can do.






So all you Californians need to come to Temecula this weekend and party with us. I'm talking to you Hev, Fran, Suz, Julia, Jen and everyone else! If I don't see you this weekend, I'll be back in Utah on Sunday to tell ya all about it.


Actually you probably won't hear from me until Monday because I'm sure I'll be passed out for at least a day after our flight.