Book Tag

So, I’ve received my first tag from my sister Jan. Here’s the deal:

1. pick up the nearest book
2. turn to page 123
3. find the 5th sentence
4. post the 5th sentence on your blog

Well, I’m not much of a reader, but I do happen to work for a book publisher/retailer, so I have a book or two laying around. The closest book is “Finding the Angel Within: Spirituality, Body Image, and Self-Worth” by Pamela H. Hansen. I was reading in it a little bit because I was writing a radio ad for it. It’s a follow-up to “Running with Angels” and from what I’ve read it’s pretty good. Just in case you were wondering – “Finding the Angel Within” is available at Deseret Book,, or wherever fine LDS products are sold.

Moving on to the quote:

“How badly do I want it?”

Not too exciting, but fairly applicable to my life. With so many choices and busy things popping up in my life I find myself consciously or unconsciously asking myself this question a lot. Do I go after something? Do I do this, or that? It all comes down to how badly I want the end result. Well, that, and how much chocolate is involved, and where my sense of apathy happens to be at that very moment. Hey, sometimes you just want to take a nap, ok!?!

Words to live by. Thanks for the tag, Jan!

A Good Friend

Don’t be confused, the post headline is referring to me. I have a couple of friends trying to sell their condos. One of them, we will call her “Richelle” (that’s her name as spoken by Astro from The Jetsons – not to give anything away), has been bugging me to post a link to her place. And being the obliging person that I am, and always willing to go the extra mile, I am posting links for both friends. One is in Salt Lake and one is in Bountiful, so they’re not really competing with each other, are they? Anyway, if you know of anyone who’s looking for a place, here are a couple of options:

In Salt Lake City –

In Bountiful –

The All-Star Trash Talkers

It’s official – I’m a playa! Well, a softball player at least. That’s right, I started a co-ed softball team. We’re playing Tuesday nights in Bountiful, so anyone who wants to come and cheer us on is welcome (I’ll post a full schedule when I get one). The upside is that we have a really big team that is just out to have fun. The downside is we’re playing in the competitive league which I’m told is pretty intense. Given that little fact, and the facts that I am highly uncoordinated and fairly accident prone, our team name is “The All-Star Trash Talkers.” I figure if you can’t win the games you might as well talk trash while you play. Who knows, we actually might have a decent team. In any case, we’ll look pretty sweet playing. Check out our shirts:

Maybe they’re dumb, but they make me smile. Can’t wait to see you at all of our games. I’ll be #00, which consequently happens to also be my batting average. Go figure.


PS – That’s not me modeling the shirt. I know someone would ask.

Family, Isn’t it About, Time?

While those of you who know me may be surprised by this, I’m actually a bit of a sentimentalist. Most would never guess it from looking at my tough exterior. (Remember how when I took weight training in college it took me a month before I could bench press the bar? No weights, just the bar. Hey, it weighed 30lbs! Luckily I had discovered in high school that being a little goofy and making friends with the teacher can get you a good grade in situations where your wussiness is not only apparent, but generally frowned upon.) Ok, while I’m not necessarily physically tough-looking, or even physically tough if we’re getting nit-picky, I don’t feel like I let my emotions show very often. Well, someone can correct me if I’m off on that one. Please, by a show of hands, how many of you have ever seen me cry, get really angry, or laugh? Put your hands down, that last one doesn’t count!

Anyway, my point is that I probably don’t let people know often enough how much I appreciate them. Take my family, for example. I’m the youngest of six kids and was four years behind my next oldest brother in school. That meant that I was home alone with my parents for four years. I think the solidarity of the quiet house has made me appreciate and love the pandemonium that results when everyone gets together. Plus, it helps that everyone in my family is really funny. From my dad and his Laffy-Taffy-esque jokes and puns to my mom and her ability to laugh at herself when she exclaims things like “Hot, my eye!” to, well pretty much everyone else and their witty ways. But I generally don’t think to tell them how much I appreciate them and love being around them.

I have also recently rediscovered the joys of extended family. With the exception of the fun two years my cousin Pam and I were roommates, I haven’t ever spent a lot of time around extended family – especially not around extended, extended family. But, over the last few months I have enjoyed getting to know some of them better. I guess it started with second-cousin Katie (she’s the one asleep on the wall in the last post) and then moved on to her sister Allyson, then Dave, then Jenkin, and the rest of the clan, and then has branched out to others that I have maybe seen once before ever in my life. The conclusion I’ve come to is that family is fun! Either we’re all a fun-loving and funny bunch that is a blast to be around, or we’re kind of odd and only truly understood by our “own kind.” Either one of those explanations is a possibility, really.

Well, it’s for all of the above reasons that I am glad we have now instituted a monthly “Cousin Night O’ Fun” (some of you may better know it for its former name “Cousin Love Fest” personally, I prefer steering clear of anything that sounds like it could result in jail time, but that’s just me). Hopefully one day we can get more than five people to show up for it, but for now, I’ll take what I can get.



I’m 28 years old and until last weekend, have never been to Disneyland. I’m not sure if this was due to a lack of interest on my part as a child, a deprived childhood, or the number of hours that my parents spent convincing us kids that spraying each other with the hose in the backyard was just as fun as Splash Mountain. Well, it turns out they were right about that one at least.
So, it was off to Disneyland with my cousin Katie (who had also never been) and some of her friends from work. Fast forward to our Disneyland arrival. We got to the park around 9:30 and went to ride the Matterhorn. When we came off we were handed a tag and told we had just won in the Year of a Million Dreams and were given fast passes (tickets that move you to the front of the line) for every major ride in both parks. Lucky day! So day 1 was off to a pretty good start. We packed in 15 rides without even trying that hard and we still had two days to go. Now for the rest of the highlights:

1) I HATE Splash Mountain! It sounds pretty harmless, right? Just a little splash, a sprinkle if you will. We had just gotten on the ride when it donned on me – I hate getting wet in my clothes. This was going to be a problem, especially since Katie’s friend Nate, who had met us at Disneyland, was in the front of the boat and we were bottoming out on every little bump. Too late to turn back, I decided I was going to beat the system and duck down. Well, on the first little hill I got into position only to watch a wave come over the side of the boat and my head and drench me. No one else got wet on that one, just me. Good work, Mel! By the end of the ride I was soaked from head to toe (I was still wearing jeans and regular shoes too since we hadn’t checked into our hotel yet). Everyone was pretty wet actually, but I was wet AND angry. Can someone explain to me why the Disney people think it’s fun to get people soaking wet and then send them into an air conditioned cave for a couple of minutes to watch bunnies dance and sing? I was not amused. Sadly we didn’t get any pictures of us all wet, but I did snap this one of Katie asleep on a wall when we all stopped to dry out (notice the wet pants).

2) On day two we took the morning to go shopping at H&M. Unlike Splash Mountain, I LOVE H&M! At H&M I guess Katie decided we looked too much like tourists. Enter the sunglasses, you know, the kind you put on and all anyone can see of your face is your nose and chin. Good find, Kate. The rest of the trip we were California stylin’ fo sho! We hit the park around 5, went to see Aladdin, and still made it on quite a few rides.

3) I thought it would be funny to get a picture posing like these bears in the California Adventure park. I got on Katie’s shoulders and we took the picture, but the top bear got cut off. It just looked silly without the top bear, so we decided to try again. The problem is that this time when I, genius that I am, jumped to get on Katie’s shoulders, I jumped head first into the bear’s paw. End of photo shoot, beginning of concussion. Ok, it wasn’t that bad, but I was a little dazed and immediately got a huge bump and a sore head that eight days later is still sore.
4) Sunday was pretty chill. Our cousin Tara came and got us and we went to church with her, took a walk down the pier (it was a short walk and a long pier, not the other way around) and went to Mick and Jenny’s (my brother and sister-in-law) for dinner, playing with the kids, and talking. Oh, and Katie slept – again.

5) Back at the hotel we discovered that while we were gone, Joey, who’s phone gave up the ghost on Splash Mountain and followed the path previously travelled by her computer and camera (apparently technology hates her), had started a computerless blog – aka, some writing in a notebook. What? Now everyone is starting a blog?!? The pressure to start a blog mounts.
6) Monday we hit some more rides and enjoyed the aforementioned turkey leg. Really, it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, but it sure smelled delicious! Gimme a “T!” Gimme an “Urkey Leg!” What does it spell? Turkey Leg! Really, everything is better when you cheer it.
7) When we were leaving the Tower of Terror (after riding on it twice in a row) I saw Paige Davis! I am a huge fan of the TLC network, and love Trading Spaces (a design show that is hosted by Paige Davis). After getting all giddy, taking her picture, and excitedly saying hello, we left to take naps on some benches.

8) Nap time was rudely interrupted by some Disney security guards who informed us that while sleeping on the benches was ok, sleeping on the walkway was not. He asked if we would all climb up on benches to take our naps. Done, and done! Actually, by then it was almost time to leave for the airport, so we called it a day.
9) Oh, I nearly forgot about flip flop skiing while waiting in line at Space Mountain. Trust me on this one, it’s going to be the next big thing.

Well, there you have it. Fast Passes. Wet clothes. Shopping and sunglasses. A concussion. Family time. Turkey legs. Paige Davis. And naps on park benches. I’m sure I’ve left tons of stuff out, but you get the idea. I tried to be brief, really I did. Conciseness is not my friend.