and all that jazz

a little while ago i was having a bit of a rough time.  you could say its been

a bit of a quarter-life crisis.  i mean, my life is good.  i love it, in fact.  and

i would definitely say i'm a happy girl, but that's why this sad spell hit me like

a freaking freight train.  like a weepy, stupid freight train that not even

ungodly amounts of chocolate could comfort (for long, that is).

after a few particularly heinous days in a row, i was reminded that somebody

up there loves me, and wants me to be happy, when he sent me a tender

little mercy in the form of one mister raja bell.  yes, the "kobe killer" himself

was sitting in the middle of the ogden macey's grocery store (of all places), signing

autographs.  it was hands down the best cheese-run of my life.

this jazz man has had a place in my heart since he first played for utah, back

when i was in high school.  he was one of the first celebrities that i ever yelled

at, which was just the beginning of an embarrassing habit.  i digress...

i about lost it when my camera died, but luckily i could buy more right there,

so i waited in line again and posed for this snap shot.

its silly, but that little encounter, on a random grocery store pit-stop, was just

what i needed.  i cried on the way home, and it makes me want to a little right

now, too, thinking that heavenly father knows me so well.  he knew it had

to be something way out of left field to snap me out of my funk.

he reminded me, via raja bell, that you can't keep a good woman down.

i love him (and raja) for that.