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So I was watching the news last night (yes this in itself is unique and blog post worthy because it doesn't happen very often) but their lead story was how a lifeguard saved a life. ** Is it me or is this strange. I am pretty sure I don't get on the news because I did hair today (amazingly I might add - not to ring my own bell) I was under the impression that is the function of a lifeguards. Its even in the name of the job. Maybe this was impressive because the teen who saved the kid was actually paying attention to what he should be doing (saving lives) and not what most lifeguards do.....working on a fast track to skin cancer and checking out babes in bikinis.

On Monday I expect to be on the news because I went to work and did payroll. This may be what I get paid to do, but I want news coverage.

** I am in now way mocking the awesomeness of a kid being saved.....that is fantastic. Nobody wants to lose a loved one.

TWICE IN ONE DAY!!!!!

So I have a confession. I may have a serious addiction........to reality TV. I am not sure if this is an added perk to the Kira package or if its something that happens to come with Kira that you just have to deal with. Either way, saying out loud I have an addiction to said TV shows makes it all ok. So twice today I have had the results of reality dating shows revealed to me in the middle of watching the finale. Yes its called DVR people, not everyone watches in real time.
The first show ruined by others was Daisy of Love. Yes this may be more trash than TV but either way I watch. Signed into Facebook mid-watch and it was a status update on someones page. Yes I could finish out the day with this knowledge, because really it didn't matter all that much to me. (Yes she made a choice of someone on her reading level.)
So I have had the Bachelorette ruined for me a couple of times by people talking about it before I watched it so tonight I let it record ahead so I wouldnt have to watch commercials. This was even mentioned to my mom today, saying I have to watch it before I can sign into facebook or watch other TV because it keeps getting ruined. I was mid way through and my lovely friend Jana sent me a text message asking if I was watching it. I replied back Yes I was, but dont tell me because I was behind. She mis-read this and texted back, She chose Ed. BAHHHHHHHH! Then I called her an A-hole (may not be my proudest moment but maybe a bit justified- haha) Then she responded that Reid came back and proposed as well and she said no.

Why!!!!! I dont have much in the dating or reality worlds going on in my life, so I watch silly TV shows and they get ruined. I may not be ok the rest of the summer.
Or I may be over it in 10 minutes. I hope for the 2nd but there are no guarentees.

Just Sayin'

At what point in life does this seem like a good swimsuit option? The bright tropical pattern/colors, the weird ruffle skirt. Bad Idea all around.

Say it isnt So!

Can a girl dream? Is it too good to be true?
Word on the street is, after 8 weeks, the parents have the go ahead to move from my house, back into there house. If you need me I will be walking around my house in my underwear (something I have not done for 8 weeks)
Maybe I will recreate an 80's movie dance sequence (think Footloose meets Flashdance, meets Girls Just Want to Have Fun.) around the house in my underwear in celebration.

Living Alone

One thing I cant seem to get used to, when living with others is the shower temperature. I have been spoiled living alone. I usually have the water temperature right below blistering my skin in the shower and I wake up while standing there for a long time. (always amazing on the hair color) I am not what we call a "morning person". I hate morning and wish I never had to do anything. I just need my alone time in the morning and this fine morning after not sleeping most of the early morning hours. I fell asleep right before I needed to get up for work so I was especially not feeling it. So I drag my lazy carcass to the shower and get it to the perfect conditions and stand there. Then I get the shock of my life. Ice water streaming all over. My mom got in the other shower and had a load of laundry going. Sometimes if you get out of the stream of water it will flip back to normal but not today. I stood there for what felt like eternity and it stayed in the polar ice cap range. Finally I change the temp and had to turn it almost to all the way hot before it even changed. There was no waiting for the conditioner today because I didn't know what the water would bring.

Towels

Lately I have been working quite a bit at the salon and there is one thing in common every time. I come in, and there is a couple of clean, dry towels, and there is a stack of used towels in the bin. It takes nano seconds of time to put a load of towels in, or switch them to the dryer but it would seem the full time girls at the salon cant pick this concept up. Nobody is perfect and everyone forgets things once and a while but come on!
Since I am on the salon rant, another thing that drives me nuts is having to do ugly hair. Now I try and give advice on what people should and shouldn't do and they having their own personal choices can choose not to follow it. I just hate when its so far off base that I hate it and want to put a bag over their head and tell them to forget who did their hair.
Example: I used to do this lady at Finnish Touch Day Spa that was from a different country and wanted me to braid her hair in little braids and perm it. After trying to talk her out of this idea for quite a long time and explaining that it would look like straight hair at the roots, then frizzy, then straight at the ends I finally gave in and did it. It was even uglier than I had pictured in my head and after she left that night I was sure she was going to call and complain. I told my manager about it to give a heads up and I was surprised that I never got a complaint. I was even more surprised when she came back to me for the 3 years I worked there.

Magazines in the bathroom

So I was at work today and it just dawned on me that there are magazines in the bathroom. This may sound exciting......stressful day, locking yourself in the bathroom and sneaking articles about your favorite celebrity, but no, the magazines in the work bathroom are Electrical Contractor. I'm pretty sure even electricians find the June issue of Electrical Contractor to be boring and put them right to sleep. Another thing I was wondering is why would you want to spend that kind of time in your work bathroom? Its not what I would think of as appealing and want to pull a foot rest and a magazine out to spend some time. Its where all of everybody gets to go, to go.

So my question is now: Where is my US Weekly, People or Tiger Beat?

Kathy is Krazy!

So I am spending the weekend up with my family at the cabin, and my funny aunt Kathy has been talking about Farm Town on Facebook. I had never heard about this but this is serious business. She was desperate to get her computer out to harvest her crops she planted last night. She has been talking about this computer game like its life and death. I guess she even has her daughter harvest her crops if she cant get to them in time. Then she tells me that she actually said how she has talked to childhood friends on her farm for 20 minutes. Im so glad Im not into video games so I dont have to re-arrange my life to harvest my crops.

My dog hates my guts and I am 28 and living with my parents.

So two weeks ago yesterday my parents were awakened by the smell of electrical fire in their house....long story short, their house was on fire and has been deemed unlivable by the powers that be. (I know this because of the two giant signs on the front door.) I went over there the morning the fire was put out to help my parents gather clothing and dogs and whatever else they would need to live for a while. They were insisting on staying at a extended stay hotel. I loaded the car up with my moms clothes, and we drove in a caravan over there. My mom went in and got the key to the room and we started taking a load up. We enter this fine establishment and it stuck of dirty and smokers. It was just like a Motel 6 I once stayed in except it had a fridge, and I again offered to have them come live with me. My mom went down to my dad who was getting another load and said "Kira offered again to come stay with her" and my dad said "In about a week that's gonna sound pretty good." Then my mom said "Wanna go now?" and there it was decided, this 28 year old was living with her parents....again.

It was actually nice when Heather was here to have them help us and have them here. Heather is like a sister from another mister so she is one of the family. Now she has been gone a few days and its just us. I don't think this would be as bad but I work for my dad. This is actually the hardest job I have ever had. I know some people go work for their parents for a free ride, but that is not the case in my family. My Dad knows he can be his true self and actually expects more because you are related. This is ok, when I can go home and get away, but the last few days we have been a little snippy with each other. I think because I am part Office Manager part slave at work, he thinks this is going to spill into our now living situation. I have definately let it be known, this is not the case. Please know I love my parents and would never want them anywhere else, and one day we will laugh about how silly we are with each other, but it might be a little while before that happens. (Or I could go to jail for murder)

Funny thing happened at dinner tonight. I did my Grandma's perm and I knew the Salt Lake Dine Around is ending soon so I said we should all go out. It ended up being Jeremy, Whitney, and Grunter, My Mom, Dad and Grandma and of course me! We went to Bambara and had a great time. Since its downtown we all had our cars valet-ed? (is that a word) Anyway, so we were going to leave and my parents got their car before I did, so they were getting in and my Mom says "Bye Kira, see you tomorrow." I kind of paused and said......"Ummm.. you not going home tonight?" We both had a good laugh and I said I will see you after I drop Grandma off. (On a side note I did a new perm on my grandma's hair and it has a Green tint to make sure you get it everywhere you need to, see attached photo. She did point out that green is her favorite color and I offered to make it a permanent thing but sadly she didnt want to stand out in church - really that was the reason she gave me. Not the fact that her little bushy fluffy hair, if turned green, would look like someone's hedges)

Another thing about having my parents live with me, my dog absolutely adores my dad. I would like to believe its because he feeds him human food and he isnt supposed to but I know Toby just loves my dad. So at night I have to force my dog to come sleep with me. Kira is a sad dog mom. He has been my best cuddler for 3 years, my dad moves in for a few days and he tries to hide from me so he can stay with Grandpa. I will make him love me, weather he wants to or not! haha.

Help send Toby to college

I have started a new business making cute headbands. Check out my blog for it or my etsy store.
Also buy some!

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Rants of Pants!

Why is it that they don't make jeans for the ladies that don't show off major butt crack? This is not a good look on ANYONE. Skinny, fat, old, young plumbers crack is never acceptable. I have bought a few pairs of jeans the last few months (due to not fitting into any of the "goal" jeans I own) and they all have one thing in common.....a few sits and BAM there is my bum. I know everyone in my life is used to this by now but I will not accept butt! There are not enough long shirts in the world for me to cover where my jeans should be. I think I will bring back the mom/school teacher jeans that look like they are engulfing the bottom half of your body. Jeans that can touch your bra are probably not gonna show butt crack right? (PS that is not my bum)

Electric Scissors

What kind of lazy ass purchases electric scissors? Tha'd be me. I have been making so many headbands lately that my right arm is going to fall off from the use of scissors. My mom actually suggested the electric scissors and I didn't know such thing existed. It does and they are amazing. They cut through leather like a hot knife through butter. I feel like its sped up my leather cutting quite a bit. Toby is terrified of them, because they make a noise. (as he is afraid of most anything) so his new nap room is the extra room. He prefers the extra room more than being with me I think. If you get a dog for company and he prefers to be in the extra room due to your constant use of electric scissors......its time to get outside and take him on a walk. One day I might get around to it.

Tattoo

Just thought I would write down a weird little something inspired by my dad. At 18 I got a tattoo. At 18 my dad saw my tattoo and freaked out. He has never liked the whole idea of it.......ever.
Skip forward ten years. I have one adorable dog, and he is almost as weird as my dad. One day a few months after I got Toby I had to take him into the vet so I took him to work with me. The next day my dad was almost put out that I didn't bring the dog. So ever since Toby goes to work with me. He owns that shop and its where he goes to play and get tattoos.
Get tattoos you ask? Yes, every few days my strange father gets his sharpie and writes things on the underside of Toby's ears. At first I tried to strongly discourage this practice because I hate it. That always seems to ad fuel to the fire. He has had some interesting tattoos.....when the Olympics were on his ears said Team USA. I really had to draw the line when my dad was watching some Holocaust show on the History Channel and he drew a swastica in there. It was kindof embarassing to try and explain to the UPS guy why my dog is racist.
I have no idea why I made a post about this, but there it is....good memories.

"Yard" work.

I have been doing what I like to call Yard Work. I live in a townhouse so the word yard is a huge stretch. I planted 40 bulbs on Sunday and got one wicked sunburn on the back of one arm. It looks pretty amazing and I cant believe this look hasn't caught on yet.
I planted them in the one Sun spot in my back yard, and all along the front of my place for all the neighbors to enjoy. Today I went to Walmart and bought a bunch of flowers to put in the flower pots I bought last year. (Due to budgetary restrictions I do things like this in years. One year buy the pots, next year, take them out of the garage and put flowers in them. I am actually really excited to have pots by the front door I never use.

Then I moved on to the back yard. While at Walmart I bought my first shovel. Not one of those cute trowel type shovels, but a real shovel. Im becoming so domesticated. So I wanted to plant some shade bulbs and I have discovered one thing about my yard. Im pretty sure they got my flower bed soil at the rock quarry. You wouldnt believe the rocks I was pulling out. They were the size of Toby. Made for hard soil and my back is killing. I will be taking free back massages from anyone who is good at them, and not creepy.

I dont know what my deal is but,

I am CONSTANTLY misplacing things, mostly my keys. You would think I would learn my lesson and get a janitor key chain and hook it to my belt but I just cant do that. So I just went and hung with Erin and went to our friend Ann's party. We had lots of fun and she went to drop me off, and I searched through my bag and panicked - no keys. This is a normal 50x a day occurrence so I searched all the usual pockets and nooks and cranny's in my purse and no keys. So I spilled the contents of the messiest purse in America, and still no keys. I decided they must have fallen out at Ann's house. I called her and she didn't see them. Now at 1 in the morning the owners of my spare key (the parents) are way in bed and my mom is running the marathon in the morning. I was super panicking. I checked the floor of the car and still no keys. Then I thought maybe they were in my pocket and fell out, so I opened the car door and got out and I had been sitting on them. Crisis averted!
I do this with most everything but the other major culprit is the remote to the TV. I got a new TV this time last year so my DVR remote wont work on the TV so I have to keep track of two remotes. Can I get up, walk across the room, and change the channel, or turn it off or on? Not a chance. I would rather spend 20 mintues looking through blankets to find the two remotes.

But Kira, where will you get clean clothes?

Today I broke down and did the unthinkable....I put the giant stack of clean clothes sitting in the basket in my laundry room away. I know what you are thinking, if you put your clothes away, when you go to get dressed in the morning and how will you find anything? This is the very question I posed to myself. I had an ingenious solution to this problem. I put a sign in my laundry room that says: "Go to your closet you slob". Its not that I'm a slob, its that I HATE putting laundry away. Its all clean but its on the laundry room floor getting wrinkled by the minute. If I just took the two seconds its takes to hang clothing up, I wouldn't have use for my morning squirt bottle session. Lazy laundry-putter-away-ers all know what I'm talking about. Who needs an iron when you have 10 minutes and a squirt bottle. I actually have a ceiling fan in my room that speeds this process up quite a bit.

The other day my sister-in-law Whitney said "You have tons of clothes!" I heard this but wondered why I feel like I wear the same 6 things over and over and I realized my closet is full..... The problem with this is, its full of "goal" clothes. I have a whole wardrobe of them, ranging in about 5 different sizes. If I got that whole weight thing under control, I could give away most of the non-goal clothes and be one happy camper.

If you need me I will be in my laundry room marveling at the floor, which I havent seen since Heather moved out.

April Fools

I woke up to the sound of Toby throwing up in my bedding. What a sweetie. The only problem that was, the throw up was no joke. It was red, stinky and stained my sheets. He is officially grounded.