How do you spell relief?

S- E - A - W - E - E - D.  

And SPAM. And Calrose rice. (But it must be Calrose (unless you're doing an object lesson in Sunday School).  Long grain rice gives no relief whatsoever.  

At least not to a rice snob like me.     

When my heart was on the mend from finding the last scoop of sand in my washing machine I not only found relief in musubi, but also in Japanese Rice Crackers. 

You may have heard the squeal around the world when I found them here in the desert, at the store with no name.   

My son had the same reaction when he found the Bongos.

The store with no name was discovered, thank goodness, by my cute mom, and it is a gold mine for Asian and Hawaiian treats.  

I don't know why it has no name--I would have called it Aloha Sushi Wraps or Da Kine Snack Shack--but you'll know you're in the right place if, before he makes you pay $33 for da kine snacks, da kine store clerk gives you a lecture about how high school sports should be banned because they're lame and they make you lame. 

Da kine snacks at the store with no name are only marked up a teensy bit--$6.50 for the same Tim Tams I used to buy at Longs for $2.50 and $15.99 for the same seaweed sushinori I used to buy at Costco for $5.99--but it's worth every penny when you need relief. 

I don't know if I'm smarter in Utah, but I noticed a few subliminal messages I had never noticed before.

I already WANT WANTED to eat 12 of these in one sitting, but for some reason seeing this made me WANT WANT to eat them even more. 

And about this HOT-KID . . . how did I miss that in Hawaii?  can somebody please tell me if it's a Utard thing.

Another way to spell relief is B. Y. U.   F. O. O. T. B. A. L. L.  G. A. M. E.  

Not because they lost so badly, but because the cheerleaders are so modest.

And because it's so entertaining listening to all the ladies with shampoo sets yelling GOSH DANGIT! at the refs.

Plus I had the most enormous pleasure of meeting one of my favorite blog friends, April from FINALLY, we have arrived! AND Queen from Raders Out Loud. 

Even though I was disappointed because Queen doesn't even wear a tiara, I thoroughly enjoyed the speed-therapy session we had during half-time.  

As my daughter would tell you, I'm the one who looks like a marshmallow.

I personally think I look more like an eskimo, but whatev.

This is me and my blind double date, Julia. Nicest blind double date ever.

And this is me and my date.

He was also pretty nice. 

And then! And then!! And then!!! Because the universe lubs me so much, I just happened to run into Kaisha Ho Ching, the sister of my son's BFF from Hawaii. 

OMGOSH! That's my uber happy face because it's such a rush to run into my peeps from back in the day when we lived in the hood. We felt like we were going to squeeze each other until death did us part.  

For old times sake, here is my boy with his best friend, Kameron Ho Ching on the day we left Hawaii.  Don't let their smiles fool you.  There was much wailing and gnashing of teeth.

Anywayz, that's how I spell relief.