Utah please bring back the mini bottles...

I am asking you this as a baker, not a drunken lush. I mean please, when one goes to make a wonderful chocolate truffle cake or maybe a nice tiramisu, do I really have to buy the full bottle of alcohol when I only need 2 tablespoons.

I am not making this request because I think the bottles are cute (though they are ridiculously cute). Nor am I asking because you changed the liquor laws back to allowing 1.5 ozs of alcohol in a drink (versus the 1 oz that was allocated, which was the downfall of the mini bottle in the liquor stores). I am asking because as a baker it would be nice to save a bit of money, make a delicious treat, and have a little left over to keep me warm while that treat is baking in the oven.

So please, pretty please, with a cherry on top... Utah please bring back the mini bottles we all so love and cherish.

Yours sincerely,
D.

JUDGE ME IF YOU WANT...

but late tonight I decided to sign up for match.com.

I find this an odd thing for me to do. First lets just say, I am not a forward person. Second, I find the whole idea that a computer can match me to the perfect relationship is a bit of joke. And third, really... a guy can't just sweep me off my feet like they do in the movies--O.k. this one I know isn't realistic.

But last night as I talked with a friend I asked, "When did dating become so difficult?" And thus, midnight finds me on the computer joining a relationship dating site, scanning mens pictures, and placing them in my favorites file (this process is similar to grocery shopping, reading the ingredients of each product and placing them in your cart... only this is human beings we're talking about). It's strange how you can now find anything over the Internet.

Anyway, this was my night, judge me if you want. I sent a wink ;) and maybe I'll actually decide to pay for a months subscription--that is if I can build up the nerve.

Dear Santa,

So I know it is now the wee-early-hours of Christmas Eve, but I wanted to write to you and say thank you. I realize the gift I requested (someone miraculously paying off all my student loans) may take some time and I must be patient (a talent I am willing to work on, though may be doomed to fail). But as I was driving home to Vernal this holiday season, I realized something Santa--I still believe!

The belief in you provides me hope and that is the greatest gift you could ever give me. This year has been rough (and I've been putting a lot of pressure on myself). As my friends tell me, I need to believe in myself and the accomplishments I have made this year. Though I might not have achieved all I would like in the world, I'm working on it.

And Santa, I just want to say... you rock. I will be listening for your sleigh bells as I do every year. And maybe if this year you can't provide the Christmas miracle of student loans being paid in full... well, maybe you could give each and every person a little more hope. Keep all our hope strong by allowing us all to hear your sleigh bells once more--as you let me when I was six.

A very Merry Christmas Santa. Safe travels.

That adult that will be a kid forever,
Denver

P.S. I know this isn't the typical method for letter delivery, but you being magical and living in the 21st century, and having elves that search for these things, I figured you have a way to find it.

P.P.S. Also, I was wondering if you could possibly get Danielle a pony, seeing as she really wants one. A Unicorn would be even better but I know those are hard to find. Thanks again Santa.

All Ablaze

There have been a few storms in my life as of late (personal and literal). As I continue to try and figure out my path the weather seems to be telling me, "Be prepared for anything."

On Sunday a huge wind storm blew through the Salt Lake area and when I got home late in the evening I found the wind decided to topple a portion of the fence that blockades my little duplex from the neighboring apartment. I wasn't too excited about this as there is one man that I find to be a bit crazy that lives in that apartment area, and I try to distance myself from him. But then last night the first snow storm hit and as I was cooped up in my bedroom at midnight when the annoying sound of my doorbell shock the whole house in multiple pounds.

Not knowing who would be ringing my bell that late at night, I tentatively walked down the stairs and sneakily looked out my doors window: Crazy man on my porch with cigarette in hand and I backed away, not wanting to open the door, wanting him to leave and leave me alone, I tried to pretend I didn't hear. But then the bell rang through the house again and I had to open the door.

What I saw was his face echoed in all his wrinkles and maddening eyes by the burning fire that was coming from the tree right next to my home. His comment, "You might want to move your car the tree is on fire." This was an under statement, as I ran to get my keys the light of the fire stretched through the windows and was flickering it's light to hit the surrounding houses and make the blanket frosted sky glow as if lightning bugs had overtaken the area.

My thought--get the cats, move the car, and hope for the best.

The snow storm helped and quickly put the fire out as the firemen sat in their truck staring at all of us watching the embers continue to fall from the tree and cascade upon the toppled fence. Power company arrived and it seemed all had passed, and as I woke this morning to the sound of chainsaws chopping the poor tree to pieces, I have to say I guess the crazy guy isn't that crazy after all.