get in the zone.

A story:

A few days back my car read as "my parents car" in case they actually read this  died. The soul of the car sputtered in resignation and forfeited on the journey through life. It left me without vehicle for a space of time, but fortunately kind people take pity on those that are truly pitiful. Finally, after reaching a point of frustration due to my lack of mobility and post-pep talk from my dad, I obtained the necessary aid to remove the battery from my car. After assuring me that we didn't have to put the heart of my car into a cooler and jump on a helicopter in order to make it to the nearby hospital where Dr. McDreamy was waiting to transplant the organ into a needy patient whoa. what tanget did i just go on? we lugged that battery to the nearest Autozone. And then we lugged it to the second nearest Autozone because the first was useless to us.

I flexed my impressive muscles as I lifted the part onto the counter for the man to inspect oh wait. the guy i was with actually carried that unbelievably heavy cube for me. also, i do mean that he was to inspect my muscles, yes. and told the man, with a level of authority and pride previously unbeknownst to my being, why I was there and what I needed. The conversation went as follows:

"I bring you the heart of my car, which is in need of repair. My vehicle is of the Nissan make and the Versa model with a manual transmission. I trust you to find the absolutely best. Go forth and do not disappoint me." 

"oh. hey there. this is my battery and it stopped working so what do i do now? also do you have sink i could wash my hands in? and perhaps some lavender smelling lotion because i have some dirt on my pinky finger."

"Ah, as I examine the fine specimen before me I can see that the vehicle, and the vehicle's owner, are of the highest caliber. We are honored by their presence and will do everything within our power to supply such a noble pair with our most valiant battery replacements. In fact, we shall give it to you for free, in payment for your wonder. You do a service to the world for simply breathing and driving."

"HA! Look at that cute little battery. We for sure don't have anything that size. I'll probably mount that thing on a wall somehwere. Hahahaha what a joke. Oh, and that will be $130."

Moral of the story? Sneaky lives.

Second moral of all this? I always have more pictures.

Biking The Carriage Roads

Acadia National Park

The Beehive Hike

This was the first vacation since I was 18 that my sandals didn't join me.

RIP Merrels.

 

peace and cookie dough

i want a lifetime supply

rrw

loling.

There are times when events happen in your life and you have no choice but to laugh. You laugh because if you don't you very well might break down into tears and mess up your makeup which took an unnaturally  long time to do because for some reason you forgot how to use a mascara brush and stabbed your eyeball 4 times while getting ready this morning. Can you all relate to this or are you too busy picturing me weeping black tears out of one eye that's redder than my face after I try to run? Oh, you weren't? But now you are?

Good.

Ok fine. Here's what it looks like. The following was taken almost a year ago when I took a scooter ride up the canyon and a mosquito flew into my eye, blinding me for the rest of the evening. Yes, it felt almost as bad as spearing your ocular organs with a tool of torture meant to make you attractive to the opposite gender.

#nofilter #rosecoloredeyeballs 

DO YOU FIND ME ATTRACTIVE NOW!? DO YOU!?

don't answer that.

Anyway, being a student, or just a human being in general really, there are plenty of times when my body has said to me, "Rachel, you either need to start sobbing or laughing hysterically. Right now. Because I just don't know how else to react in this moment." For the last long bit of my life I have chosen to laugh, because like, pinterest told me to at one point or something. Plus I mean, can you say ab workout!? go girl. go go gadget. go go superpower rangers. 
for the record: i have no abs in the plural sense. i have one. one ab. which is the result of my addiction to eating cheese tortillas at midnight. but i'm going to stop talking about this because why did i even start talking about this? 

So let's start with what I've already mentioned. You just have to laugh when you poke your eye with a mascara brush upwards of 9 times and try to desperately salvage your appearance for 14 minutes but then just realize that you and your eyelashes do, in fact, look like Yzma from Emperor's New Groove. And you're going to rock that look like there's no other purpose in your life.

*scroll up to previous picture*

The resemblance is uncanny.

Next, you just have to laugh when you finally realize you have never been more confused in your entire life about absolutely everything in your entire life. Future? No idea! Present? Barely making it! Past? I don't even remember what I ate for breakfast this morning! false. it was a poppy seed muffin from costco and was delicious. yay for opium. 
false again. i don't do drugs. back to the point?
I HAVE NO IDEA ABOUT ANYTHING IN MY LIFE EXCEPT FOR THAT I LIKE TO BRUSH MY HAIR. So maybe I was about to have a slight breakdown in the kitchen last night with all my roommates sympathetically hugging me and rubbing my back and generally just being spectacular people when one of them chimed in with a "Hey, at least your butt looks great."

The breakdown was immediately concluded and all worries forgotten as I collapsed onto the floor in laughter at the utterly perfect timing of her comment. It was perfect.


And last, getting your take home midterm back and seeing your score. You just have to laugh.


So in conclusion you now know much more about my physique than you ever cared to know. Let's be friends? Also, I cannot say, think, or type the word "physique" without thinking of "Mystique." You know, the woman who was naked and blue before Avatar made it cool? And when I think of Mystique I think of Jennifer Lawrence and then I smile because I like her and she's dating the man I'm in love with...which actually doesn't make me smile at all. But I guess it wasn't ever going to work out with me and Nicholas anyway, right?

Those eyes. THOSE EYES!

And now that I've unashamedly participated in "man crush Monday" I cease my pointless rambling and bid you farewell for another fortnight.

peace and eloquence.
i like to pretend i have it despite the contents of this and all other posts.

rrw

grandpa? what big teeth you have...

Yesterday I was sitting at work when my phone began to ring. I had an incoming call from an unknown number and because I'm always more curious than worried about that type of stuff, I answered. The following conversation happened.


"Hello?"

"...hi. Is this K...."
(it was muffled so I couldn't hear, but it sounded like Caroline)

"Oh, no, this is her sister, Rachel."

"Oh, Rachel! How's it going? I must have dialed your home number on accident."

"Um, no, this is my cell phone. Ha..."
(I'm uneasy at this point because this person obviously knows me and I have no idea who it is)
oh, and you're welcome for the commentary. continuing on...

(A conversation in which I attempt to explain what is happening even though I have no idea what is happening follows. What stranger knows about me and my sister?! I decided to find out.)

"Um, I'm really sorry but who is this?"

"Oh, Rachel, it's grandpa!"

"...Oh my gosh! Grandpa! I'm so sorry, my speaker must be messed up because your voice sounds so different. Are you feeling ok? Do you have a cold or anything?"

"No, I'm ok. That's interesting though. Well, I'm trying to get ahold of your dad. But obviously have the wrong number. Where can I reach him?"

(I proceed to give him my dad's cell phone number, bantering as only grandfathers and granddaughters do)

"When did all of this change? This is a completely different number than I have for him."

"I don't know what you mean. This is what it's always been grandpa. Maybe you're looking at Uncle Mike's number or something?"

"Mike? Wait...how old are you?"

"Grandpa...hahaha I'm 21! You should know that. Come on grandpa."

(silence)

"Is this the Richardson residence?"

"Um....no...." 
(finally starting to realize something's wrong)

"Oh my goodness. I'm not your grandpa."

"Oh."

The conversation awkwardly ended with me almost saying "love you," because in my head I was still talking to my grandpa. After barely avoiding that and wishing each other a happy life full of pinatas, fairy dust, and everything happy, I hung up and proceeded to collapse against the filing cabinet, laughing so hard I couldn't stay upright.

THE END.


peace and pertussis symptoms
curse you immunizations. i am obviously not immune to you.

rrw


And since it's Tuesday, the worst day of the week in my opinion, let's listen to some music.

next top model

I've been looking forward to this post for a long time aka since monday and I'll probably read through it enough times to make the "number of times viewed" statistic skyrocket from the usual 7 per post to about 381.

I laughed while we were snapping photos, I laughed when I went through the photos, I laughed when I thought of the idea for a post, I laughed as I typed, and I'm laughing now in anticipation. And that is why I blog. Because behind all the typing and editing and photo-ing and html-ing I'm usually laughing.
just so you know. because like, i knew you wanted to.

So now I give you...

Lindsay vs. Rachel: Battle of the Poses

The Door Frame

While Lindsay opts for the sultry stare, slightly pursed lips and flattering leg bend with gentle hands, I opt for the pigeon-toed, "I have to hold the wall up and look how surprised I am about that" look while making myself look 5 inches shorter than normal, because we all know that tall models are overrated. 

The Face Shot 

Embracing my inner eagle, I fly towards the camera with the majesty of the wind in my hair as I taste victory in the air. Somewhat surprised by the intimate distance of the lens, Lindsay kept it together and also worked the casual breeze while showing a small grin that hints to something more behind those long, hooded lashes. maybe the stroller is hers?



The Arch

Is that Superwoman? No, just Lindsay looking off into the distance, challenging any trouble maker on a segway to dare cross her steamy eyes and akimbo arms. While she's protecting the land, I bring out my inner Princess Diaries and pop my foot, waiting for my Prince Charming to get back from wherever the heck he went. i'm holding the pose until he gets here.



The Brick Pillar Lean

Lindsay seems to have a secret in this Secret Garden as she casually leans against the brick pillar, eyeing the camera with a certain sweetness that makes you wonder where she's been and where she's going. I chose the shoulder slump and laugh to show how comfortable I am against the hard brick while I stand on my ankle, proving my flexibility in difficult situations.



The Double Double 

In this double whammy both contestants attempt to connect to nature. I go for the "Sound of Music" look while I dance to the music of the hills. they must be playing "Baby" by jbeibs. Lindsay seems to take a Pocahontas spin on the theme, letting the colors of the wind paint beautiful pictures in her windswept hair as she takes the form of a diving swan.

In the end, Tyra called us both up. Look for us on the next cover of Elle Magazine. 

peace and posing

rrw

*additional pictures. 

#itsforfun -to be said in a nacho libre voice.

It's the attack of the apes.

do i really walk like that? 

i hope so

Can-Can at the Colosseum

it's what i kept calling this wooden structure. 

i mean, look at those arches.

Sassy hips.

My model strut.

Obviously.

Wait, where are my hips?

Ok.
...whatever.

Basking.

Man, if I were into those cheesy quotes on friendship I'd totes put one here. Love this girl.
#sisterwivesforever

why? Q/A of my life

Everyone knows that the first and best way to combat a long day at work is to facebook stalk. But let's get real, the person we stalk the most on facebook is ourselves. Right? Come on, am I right? I CAN'T BE THE ONLY ONE. PLEASE. Ok, whatever. I'm the only one. But let me tell you, I facebook stalk myself bad. Like, go back through everything I've ever posted, conversations I've had with people, my messages, my likes, my employment and my favorite quotes still working on that one. It's like I have to check to make sure that I'm actually who I am. Occasionally I'm proud to own up to the things I've done on facebook because dang, sometimes you just say something clever and you are proud of it.

Other times you wonder why such things ever made it to facebook. Sure, sometimes you get tagged in a horrendous picture and you know it was put up solely because the person posting it looks like a Brazilian Butt-lift model in it and you have to respect that.

But sometimes it's just all on you.

Today I give you the facebook fails I have brought on myself. Pictures that I look at and just wonder...."why?" Feel free to judge. I certainly am.

Why?

Because nothing says "look how cool I am on my first road trip without parents" like a triple chin, sunburned nose, and hippy headband. #juniortourforlife

Why?

Because it was the first time living on my own and I could. And I mean, if you can look like an orc, go for it.

Why?

Because the "frenchman low ponytail" look was totally in all summer and I'm driving the coolest jeep in the world through bear country. boom.

Why?

I have no idea.

I was a freshman and took pictures of everything. 

no but really, there are 4 albums

Why?

Because the natural thing to do when you go to Mesa Verde is to take a picture that looks like you're trying to eat it.

I hope this post makes you feel better about yourself. And to all my friends and family who endured these times, thank you. Thank you for not abandoning me and for having hope. Just...don't let such things happen again.

peace and ukraine

totes official going there

more later

rrw

that awkward moment when

First off, is that ^^ phrase completely overused and entirely out of date yet? Either way, I'm using it as my title for this post. If it is a thing of the past, then I guess this is just another awkward experience that I can add to the following list of moments from my life that have made me and others stop and do a double take.

*Totally tried on a pair of bright green pants no, that's not the awkward part that I am pretty sure were made for left handed people. I abstained from purchasing them simply because I was not ambidextrous enough to get the zipper up.

*Batted my eyelashes ok, just saying that deserves it's own bullet point but oh well at the attractive cashier at In-n-Out only to sit down with my friends and realize I was probably flirting with a high school student. What IS it with me and the younger guys people?

*Walked into a maintenance closet on campus because I thought it was a bathroom. come on, BYU used the same door for EVERY DOOR. 

*Went to my ward for the first time in a month and a half and everybody thought I was a new girl. The not so awkward and mostly awesome part? Getting to reinvent myself to people that knew me last semester. My name is Rachel. I'm originally an Inuit from Alaska with the dream of designing better igloos for my native people using the recycled glass of Mason jars. (That'll make it big on Pinterest) I also enjoy fish calling in my spare time and occasionally travel to Antarctica to compete in polar bear plunges. I'm attending BYU on a full scholarship and Cecil is my uncle.

*Went to my last 7am cycling class this morning and got worked but in a good way and then was given a Krispy Kreme by someone from the class. Entire workout undone in 7.2 seconds. But oh, the joy. The joy. 

*Almost fell asleep standing at the testing center counter because the woman behind the desk had such. a. soothing. voice. Weird? Yes. That's the point.

*Was hugged by a young man 5 minutes after meeting him for the first time at ward prayer again, everyone thought I was a new girl. I think I stepped on his foot on accident. Sorry, I'm just not very good at hugging.

*Army crawled through the grass, mud, and bushes while trying to sneak a few read 176 photos of a proposal. Stained jeans are totally worth that happiness. #shoutout. #youknowwhoyouare #marriageforever #imsingle #iwonderwhy #especiallyafterthispost #hashtagsforever

*Went shopping in the hopes of finding some cute, new, Spring clothing and walked away with sweaters and jeans. Come on, when Banana Republic says "$3 sweater" you say "yes."

*Sat at T.J. Maxx holding a ceramic teapot for a good 13 minutes trying to convince myself that buying it would make sense, because I could serve milk in it with fresh baked cookies. Or juice in the morning with homemade bread. Or just let it be a center piece on the table because the bright colors are just so dang cute. Or I could use it to water my little seed that decided to sprout, proving that I will be a good wife hey boys hey. again, #imsingle. But then I realized that I don't ever make freshly baked cookies let alone bread. who do you think I am, freakin Martha Stewart?!, that my refrigerator has 0 space for a teapot, and that my little-buddy-seed would drown if I were to water it with a teapot. So I held it for another 6 minutes, saying goodbye and fiercely eyeing anyone who came near it. I will find you again, little teapot.

*The fact that I just talked to a teapot right up there ^^^

peace and prayers for Boston.

rrw

i share my bed with louis armstrong

By default Caroline and I are paired together when on family outings. It's part of being the singles in the family. Like how I will never make it to the adult table during extended family dinners. #ieatwith7yearolds. We sit on ski lifts together, drive the mini van together aka Silky Milky, are put on the same teams, sit next to each other at the dinner table, travel with the parents, get our own "couple" photo during family pictures see below, and share the same bed on vacations.

Over Easter weekend the family went down to St. George to pull a Cheryl Crow and get away from work, art-festival-craziness it's Egypt this year guys. there may or may not be a camel involved. school, track meets, roommates, code red at qualtrics...the usual. As is expected, Caroline and I shared a room and bed. One night, before reaching the realm of dreams wow. got fancy there didn't i? Caroline suddenly announced, "I never want to share a bed with you again for the rest of my life." Ummm...."Fragment. Consider revising?"

This proclamation might have been in response to my hogging of the pillows what, so I use three pillows? I like my support! the fact that I left the fan on all night and then took all the blankets, have alarms on my watch and phone that I don't know how to cancel, stay up late reading Anna Karenina, or that I maybe smacked her in the face once or twice I must have violent dreams. and holy monoly is that all one sentence? Other than that I have no idea why she doesn't like sharing a bed with me.

I just responded with "Well, you better get married pretty quick then."

But until then, we share a bed.

*does anyone really know the words to that middle part?

*she did this numerous times. Every day.

*don't expect me to be making all them cute videos that people do, ok? sometimes I'm from the hood.

peace and warm up pants

i dressed up yesterday. that counts for today too.

rrw

a normal day

*While walking to class this morning, I overheard a girl talking with her friends. Her friends had obviously just been on a run and now they were stretching on the stairs leading up to their apartment. My first thought was, "It's too cold for the length of your shorts." Then I got distracted as I crossed the street. After making it safely across, this gem of conversation came harpooning towards me from their discussion. i say harpooning because this girl had a very loud voice. "I wish just one boy would love me instead of all of these guys! I just don't know what to do with all of them. It has to get better than this."

I hear ya sistafriend. Can't keep the boys off either. It's a hard life we live.



*At work I helped my boss set up Olive Garden salad and breadsticks. It's always fun to set something up the way you think it would work well, and then have someone else look at it and then just change everything about it. i gave up when i was deemed incapable of straightening the forks and napkins. After this I went back to man the desk in case an emergency copy job suddenly appeared. About 6 minutes later, a professor came rushing in asking where my boss was. Worried, I said that I didn't know if she wasn't in her office. The professor looked at me in an anguished and stressed way, almost pleading for me to say it wasn't so. I stood up and asked what was wrong, how could I help? "There are no drinks set up down there. There's nothing to drink and we need something to drink. Fix this." I moved to look down the hall from the glass door I sit behind, watching as a dozen or so professors, all with Masters in education or higher most with doctorates milled around, confused as to where to get their much needed beverage. My eyes then drifted to examine the drinking fountain located 2 feet from where they were all standing. I turned to the professor, who had been joined by another professor informing me of the dire circumstances and said, "I'll see what I can do for you."

#smarterthanaphd



*I was wandering around the basement of the bookstore, trying to find very specific items for a professor. On the fourth walk down the same aisle, I finally found what I needed. I deliberately counted out 10 items and moved towards the cash register with the other 10 items I had also acquired. Upon putting these 20 items on the desk, I told the nice looking cashier but who was probably a freshman. yikes. that there should be 10 of each. He picked up the stack of notebooks and started scanning them, me watching him do it because there was nothing else to do. He scanned them all and turned to me and said, "There are only 6 here."
"What? No way, there are 10."
"Sorry, but there really are only 6."
"...No, I counted them. Here, let me see."

12345...6
I looked up at him in disbelief to see him laughing good-naturedly at me. maybe he wasn't a freshman? Confused and embarrassed I went and got 4 more notebooks, turned them over to him, and asked him to check to make sure I had gotten the right amount.

"Hahaha, yep, looks like you got 10 now. Now for the folders."
"I swear I go to school here and graduated high school and everything. I even learned how to count to 10 in the last 15 years of my education. Except for that one time I thought I was 6 feet tall in 3rd grade..."
"It looks like all that education paid off. You have 10 folders. Hahaha, thank you for making this day so much better than it was. not a freshman I can't wait to tell this story to my friends ok. he was a freshman and family." ARE YOU A FRESHMAN!?
"Hey, I'm glad my stupidity brightened someone's day. Have a good one."
"You too."

I heard him chuckling as I walked away.

Like I said sista-friend-from-the-beginning-of-this-post. I can't keep them off me.



peace and spring skiing
hopin for some good stuff on saturday. comeon comeon comeon

rrw



summer is coming, right?

2012 montana trip

view of the ranch

sometimes...

you forget your address and have to message a roommate to ask what it is

and the conversation turns into an exchange of lotr puns

it's normal

the door is a lot heavier than you anticipate so it doesn't adequately open for you to squeeze past and you get stuck as the door closes on you

just picture like, a fat dog trying to get through a too small doggy-door

i'm the fat dog

the bottom of your chalupa disintegrates and all the insides end up outside

your coworker says you look "pinteresty"

aka hipster

aka i didn't shower today

jklolhags i definitely was flattered

furrealz

every older woman in your department compliments your sweater and you start to wonder if you look like a grandma

psh no. 

i look like a pin.

drinking out of water bottle is a lot harder than it should be

don't mind me professor

i just have water dripping off my face

continue to tell me about your stationary bike

you watch a video like this and just laugh

because secretly you're envious

envious of what?

i don't know.

just envious

i bet they would get stuck in doors too
{sympathy face}

peace and pillows

i seriously want a nap

rrw

ps. 

sometimes people run into the glass door right in front of my desk and i laugh and feel bad but really just think it's hilarious.

don't feel bad library boy.

sometimes it just happens.

mlk weekend p.2

the previous post was all about logan.

now let's talk about how fun the rest of the weekend was.

i tell you what, those three day weekends can seriously pull through.

after dropping my friends off back in provo saturday evening, i went to my apartment, watched an episode of modern family (guilty pleasure! guilt.) while clipping my fingernails, and then crashed.

i slept from 7pm until 7:30am.

what!?

seriously.

after rising, washing, prepping, and packing, i made my way back up to slc.

and now i feel guilty again. i have added my fair share of pollution to this mess of a valley.

guilt.

i arrived just in time to pick up lindsay-friend.

i dumped her newspaper all over the front porch while trying to be helpful.

#fail

but we laughed?

we went to a homecoming.

he did great.

srsly.

did i srsly just do "srsly?"

see what i did there?

while there catherine-friend arrived!

but only after lindsay-nurse helped a young mother with her sick and throwing-up son.

she's such a great person.

i had to avert my eyes and breathe through my mouth.

again, guilt.

after the homecoming we three chicas chatted in the parking lot next to my illegal parking job.

the two of them made plans to have lunch.

i felt left out.

but then we took a picture.

and i tried to make the voice activation on my phone camera work.

it didn't.

***picture this: three girls huddled together in the parking lot, the middle one holding her phone out, yelling "cheese!" at it***

you are welcome for the mental image.

after we said goodbye and realized that the next time we might all be together again would be catherine's "imma going on a mission talk," we parted ways.

lindsay and i went to her house.

she fed me eggs, sausage, and toast.

i felt guilty for eating all the food. 

so much guilt this post.

but it was so good.

we chatting about boys and memories and funny date stories and boys and pictures and family.

her mom chatted with us.

shout out to momma bunny.

that night i bonded with my dad and sister.

after taking a 3 hour nap.

srsly. what is going on with me?

they gave me advice.

we watched lion king.

we made cookies. 

read "ate cookie dough"

and got our things together for the outing to snowbird scheduled for the next day.

the next day dawned cold and polluted.

we bundled up, layer upon layer, and made our way to the mountain.

but only after listening to the new britney spears song three times on the radio.

let's get real, britney doesn't even sing in it.

after getting an excellent parking spot (we woke up so early, we deserved that spot) we headed to the tram.

three words about the tram:

no. personal. space.

but man, you get up the mountain quick.

after breathing our first breaths of clean air in 2 weeks, our day commenced.

it was a great day.

sure, they could use some more snow.

sure, we had a few cliff encounters.

sure, i almost died.

really.

but overall. good.

the cookies we had made the night before were the perfect end to a massive lunch.

srsly. huge. we had to muscle down the root beer.

i ended up having my dad drink it.

he loves root beer.

the mountains were beautiful.

reentering the valley was not.

here's to three day weekends.

***funny moments from the slopes***

-me chatting it up with the relocated new jersey citizen who works as ski patrol, studied environmental science, moved to utah to ski, lives at the mouth of the canyon, is 28, and enjoys using four letter words.

those four letter words stopped when i told him i went to byu.

MOST. AWESOME.

-dad beginning to tell me to do something (i think it was go pick up napkins) during lunch, only to stop midway and tell caroline to go do it instead.

caroline responded with, "What? Why not her? She's not doing anything."
dad responded with, "She doesn't have to do anything but sit there and look pretty."

bahahaha! greatest moment.

maybe he thinks i need self-esteem boosts?

probably most definitely actually, seeing as he had told me my face was looking good without makeup on it earlier, in the middle of the ski store.

...oh well. i'll take.

YEAH! I HAVE A PRETTY FACE! MY DAD TOLD ME SO!

-when caroline skied over my ski pole, which had been right where it was for a good 20 seconds, stopped on the ski pole, exclaimed that it was in her way, began to tip over, did tip over, and proceeded to fall/slide down the hill.

i laughed the whole way down the run.

my tears of mirth would have frozen to my face, but once you're out of the valley the temperature rises 30 degrees.

so they didn't freeze.

that rhymed

-the three of us simultaneously whistling the theme from the hunger games at the skiers below while going up the lift. 

all we wanted was one response.

we never got it.

but the people on the chair in front of us were probably sick of us by the end of the ride.

#YOLO

ugh.

-listening to my dad chant his own made up jingle about how we need to get to the tram.

and only realizing what is happening after 47 seconds of this chanting.

and then laughing so hard the previously mentioned not frozen tears would have melted and frozen again.

if it had been cold enough to freeze.

but it was beautiful and sunny and warm up there.

#takeoffthelayers

Well that made me smile...

Earlier this evening I made the weekly trip to the grocery store. Personally, grocery shopping is one of my least favorite things to do, but as I have begun to cultivate my domestic skills while experimenting in the kitchen (no disasters thus far) it has become less gruesome. It helped today that I had a catchy song stuck in my head and that I had just spent the last 2 hours outside enjoying the nice weather.

The clerk at the checkout was nice as was the bagger. It just seemed like everyone was happy and it was making me happier. I didn't think much of my happy mood, just accepted it for what it was. As I began to load my groceries into the back of my car, something that's never happened to me before happened. Just as I went for the next bag of groceries, two hands appeared and took it before I could reach it. A little bit worried about the safety of my chicken, I looked up into the face of a very handsome stranger. I just kind of stood there as he continued to load the rest of my groceries into the back of my car. I was astounded. This type of thing doesn't happen to me. It's never happened to me. I finally got over my shock and found my words, thanking him for his help. He smiled and responded with a simple, "You're more than welcome," and proceeded to take my cart and return it for me.

After standing there for a few moments, I finally got into my car and drove away, kicking myself for not being more charming and social. Heck, I didn't even introduce myself to him! As sad as that is, I couldn't help but smile all the way home from the store.

Dear Handsome Stranger,
My name is Rachel. I'm sorry for not being able to talk while you helped me with my groceries. I was so astonished at what was happening. Thank you for restoring some of my hope in your gender. Feel free to call me.
Sincerely,
That awkward girl you just helped

P.S. Do you always go to Macey's on Thursday nights?