Gorbachev & Luck

Friends...I have the amazing abilty to burn my forehead nearly every time I attempt to use a curling iron. I suppose this is why I was born with naturally curly hair...in a gracious attempt to spare me from such injuries/deformities. No matter, sometimes I fight nature and try to have "straight but curly" hair...and end up looking like Mikhail Gorbachev. Yes. Just in time for Thanksgiving...I may have a nice scabby on the middle of my forehead. Past experience has taught me that the longer it burns in the morning, the darker the scab. Today's burning lasted only until about 10 am...so only a moderate scab. While Mikhail's looks to be a birthmark...I feel a special kinship...with this unknown Russian leader. Who knew?

Now. Completely unrelated story (are you surprised?). Yesterday in relief society, we were asked to stand, state our name and one word that describes us...ONE WORD...how in the world?? Many of you are instantly thinking "random," "wiggly,""talkative,"...I'm not sure what you're thinking. But among the many words I considered, "Lucky" stood out. Yes, indeed. Other than the curling iron difficulties, and a few other bumps and bruises, life is pretty good. I chose lucky specificially because I have amazing people in my life, friends and family in both Arizona and Utah who love me and let me know they do. I love this. I am learning important lessons in my life. Some of them are big, some are small. Some hurt...some don't. But all in all...I'm a lucky kid.

I Fought the Law and The Law Won.

There is a thin line between bravery and stupidity. Today I spent a little time on each side of this line. It was Me vs. The State of Arizona (and Officer Krugar...possibly related to Freddy). I knew I was in trouble when he arrived with approximately 182 (okay, fine 6) pages of notes and certificates. I tried to uncrumple my ticket and hearing pages so my table would not look so naked....as his table was looking quite serious. No matter...he went first and used big words and even had something that would become "Exhibit A." At that point I began looking for the trap door button under my desk that would cause my disappearance from the courtroom.To make a long story short (and considerably less painful), the law (and Mr. Krugar) won. I am out $260. For all of you who may feel inclined to mock...don't laugh too hard...my little city court has the money that would have bought your Christmas present.

*This photo may not be an actual photo of Officer Krugar....but it comes close.