I Got Tagged

So about a month ago my friend Alisa blog tagged me. I’m sure she was losing hope that I would do it, but at long last, here it is. Enjoy!

10 Years Ago I: Was a freshman at BYU. Living in the dorms. I believe at that point in time I was actually still attending my classes and doing my homework, two things I later discovered were entirely overrated. I was also working for EFY and just generally living the dream. 🙂

5 Things on Today’s To Do List:
1. Work at Whisperwood (the craft boutique)
2. Put up a half bead board wall in my house
3. Go to my nephew’s football game
4. Work on crafts
5. Go to a concert

5 Snacks I Enjoy (do they really count as “snacks” if I regularly eat them as meals?):
1. Chocolate (anything with chocolate in it is A-ok with me)
2. Cheesecake
3. Funnel Cakes
4. Pizzookies
5. Honey Roasted Peanuts

5 Things I Would Do if I were a Millionaire:
1. Pay off my house and my car (and then, let’s be honest, I’d probably sell them and buy new ones, that’s just how I roll)
2. Go on a cruise, or a trip, or both
3. Get in on the stock market while everything is ridiculously low
4. Hire a personal chef so maybe I would eat semi-healthily
5. Go shopping . . . did I hear new wardrobe? That’s what I’m talking about!

5 Places I Have Lived:
1. Parker, Arizona
2. Albuquerque, New Mexico
3. Blackfoot, Idaho
4. Toronto, Ontario, Canada
5. Salt Lake City, Utah

5 Jobs I Have Had:
1. McDonald’s worker
2. EFY Travel Specialist
3. Random jobs while in college: Gel Pen Packager; Cell Phone Sales Rep; House Cleaner;
4. Waitress and Restaurant Assistant General Manager
5. Copywriter and general Catalog Queen
So I’m not much of a tagger, but if anyone feels the need to tag themselves and answer these questions, than by all means, have at it.

Food is Not Love . . . Or is It?

As many of you know, I work at the Deseret Book corporate office. When I first started there I sat about 50 feet away from the President’s office (you know who I’m talking about). My sitting there resulted in many an awkward moment between us where I would try and crack jokes that fell flat, or accidentally blackmail her, etc., etc. Really, it’s a very long list of awkward moments.

The good thing about my relationship with her was that every time I saw her she didn’t seem to remember who I was. So I was given multiple opportunities to embarrass myself and they always seemed to be forgotten by the time the next opportunity rolled around.

Well, after working there for three years and attending her institute class for about six months, she finally recognizes me. Sure, she may not know my name, but there is definite face recognition.

About a year ago we moved office buildings and I no longer sit by her office. However, I do frequent her floor quite often as there is a big jar of M&Ms there. A couple of weeks ago I was mooching M&Ms as usual when she walked by. I offered her some, of her own M&Ms for those of you who can appreciate the irony in that, and she declined and told me to take the whole jar. I, realizing my only half funny joke had backfired, nervously declined, to which she firmly insisted repeatedly that I take them. Who am I to refuse the boss?

So, I took the jar down to my desk for a few days. (This is actually the second time this has happened to me, but the first time she said it was because she “didn’t need to have a heart attack.” Does that mean it’s ok for me to have one?) Well, I’m taking this all as a good sign that slowly but surely, I’m winning my way into her heart–until she reads this blog post (c’mon, I’m sure she frequents my blog). M&Ms, bringing people together. I think that should be their new slogan.

After looking at this picture I’m wondering if maybe she gave them to me because I look like I’m about to fall asleep. Maybe it wasn’t because she likes me, but because she wanted to give me a sugar rush so I could get some work done.

Nah! I’m sticking to my original theory. It makes me happy.

A Room with a View

When I bought my townhouse 2 1/2 years ago there was an empty field behind my house that would one day become an elementary school. This July they finally started construction on it and now this is the view from my bedroom window. I never said it was a good view, just a view.

The port-a-potties are my favorite. Sometimes in the morning when I’m getting ready I’ll open the blinds in time to see someone coming in or our of them. At that moment I always close the blinds. I feel like I’m invading their privacy or something. Is that weird? Maybe, but if you know me at all, you know how true to form that is for me. Although, maybe you don’t and now I’ve just given away all of my secrets.

About a month ago, when the weather was nice, I would sleep with my windows open. Usually I would get up at six when the construction workers arrived, shut the windows, and go back to bed. One day I had taken a day off work and was sleeping in and didn’t bother to get up and shut the windows. When I finally rolled out of bed around 9:30 I walked to the window in my pajamas only to see about a half dozen construction workers facing my house and talking about some construction something-er-other. I think we were all shocked to see each other. I guess it could have been worse . . . at least I wear pajamas to bed.

This was back in the day when there was just one port-a-potty. Ah, I miss those days.

I Came, I Ran, I Nearly Died

So for those of you anxiously awaiting word on how my 5K went (and I know there are a lot of you out there), here’s the scoop. I was actually pretty pumped because the week before the race (you know, week 2 of my extensive 2-week training process) I had actually run 3 miles without stopping. And, I didn’t just do it one day, but I did it two days that week! Now to many of you, that may not seem like any great feat, but that was a lifetime distance record for me. Granted, I was running 11+ minute miles, but still, I was doing it!

So, my brother Ken and I arrived at the race and I was feeling pretty good about things. Well, it didn’t turn out so lovely. I was pretty tired, there were a couple of big hills, I didn’t have my music, blah, blah, blah. I could make a lot of excuses, but the point is, I wimped out. Oh, I “ran” the race, but I totally lost the mental game. I ended up walking a lot and finished in 36 minutes and 25 seconds. Not too good.

I am however, really glad I did it. I have been talking about running a 5K for years, and now I can cross it off my list. I have slacked off on my running the couple of weeks since, but I really want to keep working on it. The problem is, I’ve lost my motivation now. Anyone have any ideas about how to stay motivated? My sisters and I talked about maybe running the Logan half marathon next August. That would be a great motivator. It’s still a ways away though.
Even though the actual running part of the race didn’t go so well, the race itself was really fun. We all had numbers that we pinned on. They had designed special t-shirts for it. They had water stations set up, trophies, and most importantly, breakfast! There are a ton of pictures of the big event here. And it really was a good two week motivator. Maybe we can convince the Bishop to have one every quarter. 🙂 It’s worth a shot.

Catching Up

I had a birthday! It’s true, it happens to all of us at least once a year. I was having a great debate as to whether or not this would be my last birthday. After much contemplation, I have decided that I will continue having birthdays, but this is the last year I’m going to age. I feel like that’s a great plan.

I was planning on taking the day off work, which then turned into a half day off, which then turned into me working until 6. Oh well. Our Christmas catalog always goes to press right around my birthday time so life always gets chaotic right about then. A couple of days earlier my boss and coworkers had brought in bagels to celebrate with, and that day some other coworkers brought in cupcakes. I was also able to slip away and meet up with a friend for a little bit. So, even though I had to work, it wasn’t so bad.

That night I met up with a small group of friends and went out to dinner. I had picked Red Robin because it’s my favorite, and because I get a free birthday burger (I joined their e-mail list just for that reason). We picked the Red Robin in West Valley because it was the closest – big mistake! I’d never been to that one before and it turned out to be a disaster. I won’t go into details, but it wasn’t that busy, and there were only 8 of us, but it still took us over an hour and a half to get our food! Seriously, it was ridiculous! By the time it came we were so starving that we ate it all in about 15 minutes, but it still took us about another half hour to get our checks settled and get out. So I don’t recommend that particular location.

We did manage to entertain ourselves though. We played a couple great rounds of Duck, Duck, Goose! Made friends with a guy at a table behind us who, despite his arriving an hour after we did got his food first and left before we had even gotten our checks. Oh, and there was a brief time where I contemplated riding a decorative carousel horse there. Everyone was disappointed I didn’t do it, but I promise it would have tipped over and that would have been the end of both the horse and myself.

This is one of the two half-full baskets of fries the waitress finally brought us when we asked for them after sitting in the restaurant for over an hour. I do love their fries though! And their onion straws on their burgers! Boy do I love a good cheeseburger.

Despite having to work and encountering dining difficulties, it was a pretty good day. It was low-key and filled with friends and phone calls from family.
As a follow-up, this past week I had a belated birthday dinner with a few other friends at the Cheesecake Factory. I’d never been there before – delicious! And that’s the be-lated low-down on my special day.