Tomorrow night, this is what I will be watching in Vegas. Let's just hope Nelly Furtado makes a guest appearance as well.
Friday, August 31, 2007
Justin Eve
Tomorrow night, this is what I will be watching in Vegas. Let's just hope Nelly Furtado makes a guest appearance as well.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Good Day
I feel that often times all I do on this blog (and in life) is complain and pick on people...well...not today. Today was actually one of the better days that I have had in a long time. Here is how it went down.
6:00 am - Up and in the shower. This is a big deal considering the fact that I am NOT a morning person and usually don't roll out of bed until around 7:30 on a good day.
7:30 am - Best Buddies Meeting. I have started volunteering with a program called Best Buddies. I am helping them plan a few upcoming event and getting involved with the actual program. Our meeting this morning was one I will never forget. Eric Matthes is a member of our chapter and came to our meeting. He is riding in a bike race to raise money for the organization. Eric is someone that I call a Hero. Eric has down syndrome, but is one of the most amazing people I know. He talked about getting a job on his own, being a public speaker to groups larger then 1,000 people, helping others, and knowing that he can ride the 15 mile bike challenge. He became very emotional while expressing his feelings about being able to do things. Today, Eric left a huge footprint on my path of life. He told us to help people every single day and to challenge yourself to do more. I am proud to call Eric my friend and am honored to be able to help sponsor him. Click here if you too are able to donate to his cause. Eric's goal is to raise $5,000 dollars.
8:45 am - In the office. Usually by this time I have quite a few emails waiting for me, but nope. Not today. I only had one email. I was sure something had to be wrong. All and all it was a fairly quiet day from my clients. I was able to get a lot done in the office and laughed so hard at Matthews "melting" exercises, my old man wheezing laugh came out.
6:30 pm - Institute. I have to be honest that I did not want to go, but I did. My teacher says words like "neato" and "fire it up." Come on....sometimes they just make it too easy.
9:00 pm - Home teachers. I don't know what got into me, but man I was on one tonight. We talked about the crazy people in the ward and laugh for a good hour. You name it, we talked about it. Really, Steph should have told me to be quite. I just could not stop.
See...it was a good day and all of this on a one pill day! I laughed more and was mad/frustrated less. It's been awhile, but I hope tomorrow is just as good.
6:00 am - Up and in the shower. This is a big deal considering the fact that I am NOT a morning person and usually don't roll out of bed until around 7:30 on a good day.
7:30 am - Best Buddies Meeting. I have started volunteering with a program called Best Buddies. I am helping them plan a few upcoming event and getting involved with the actual program. Our meeting this morning was one I will never forget. Eric Matthes is a member of our chapter and came to our meeting. He is riding in a bike race to raise money for the organization. Eric is someone that I call a Hero. Eric has down syndrome, but is one of the most amazing people I know. He talked about getting a job on his own, being a public speaker to groups larger then 1,000 people, helping others, and knowing that he can ride the 15 mile bike challenge. He became very emotional while expressing his feelings about being able to do things. Today, Eric left a huge footprint on my path of life. He told us to help people every single day and to challenge yourself to do more. I am proud to call Eric my friend and am honored to be able to help sponsor him. Click here if you too are able to donate to his cause. Eric's goal is to raise $5,000 dollars.
8:45 am - In the office. Usually by this time I have quite a few emails waiting for me, but nope. Not today. I only had one email. I was sure something had to be wrong. All and all it was a fairly quiet day from my clients. I was able to get a lot done in the office and laughed so hard at Matthews "melting" exercises, my old man wheezing laugh came out.
6:30 pm - Institute. I have to be honest that I did not want to go, but I did. My teacher says words like "neato" and "fire it up." Come on....sometimes they just make it too easy.
9:00 pm - Home teachers. I don't know what got into me, but man I was on one tonight. We talked about the crazy people in the ward and laugh for a good hour. You name it, we talked about it. Really, Steph should have told me to be quite. I just could not stop.
See...it was a good day and all of this on a one pill day! I laughed more and was mad/frustrated less. It's been awhile, but I hope tomorrow is just as good.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
So Relaxing
Consider yourself warned...some of my co-workers my find this post as TMI...read at your own risk.
I called this morning and scheduled a massage for 7:00. They first tried to give me Denis, but I'm no fool. I learned all I needed to about him from Steph. They gave me some other girl and I was set.
I like my massages to be hard and figure if they don't hurt a little, then why pay for it. I told Tracy this and man did she listen. I can't/won't go into the details, but my butt literally hurts. I think it is bruised. At one point, I had to have her stop massaging my butt because it tickled so bad. Why is that? My feet don't tickle, by back does not tickle, but the butt gets me every time.
I flipped over and next came my favorite part...the feet and neck. I usually judge a good masseuse by how well they massage your feet, but for Tracy I will make an exception. Her foot massage was not the best, but she did remember the heel with is most important part of a foot massage, yet often overlooked.
Next was the neck. I have major neck problems and love this part of the massage, but it can also get weird...like today. Tracy was right over my face...breathing her nose air right on me. I was trying not to let this ruin the moment and started breathing with her so I was not sucking in her nose air. This worked for a minute until I realized Tracy was working hard and therefore breathing much faster then me.
There were a few other "it got weird" moments that made me laugh, but some things should just not be shared on the Internet.
Needless to say...I am sore in strange places and have another massage scheduled with her Sept 12.
I called this morning and scheduled a massage for 7:00. They first tried to give me Denis, but I'm no fool. I learned all I needed to about him from Steph. They gave me some other girl and I was set.
I like my massages to be hard and figure if they don't hurt a little, then why pay for it. I told Tracy this and man did she listen. I can't/won't go into the details, but my butt literally hurts. I think it is bruised. At one point, I had to have her stop massaging my butt because it tickled so bad. Why is that? My feet don't tickle, by back does not tickle, but the butt gets me every time.
I flipped over and next came my favorite part...the feet and neck. I usually judge a good masseuse by how well they massage your feet, but for Tracy I will make an exception. Her foot massage was not the best, but she did remember the heel with is most important part of a foot massage, yet often overlooked.
Next was the neck. I have major neck problems and love this part of the massage, but it can also get weird...like today. Tracy was right over my face...breathing her nose air right on me. I was trying not to let this ruin the moment and started breathing with her so I was not sucking in her nose air. This worked for a minute until I realized Tracy was working hard and therefore breathing much faster then me.
There were a few other "it got weird" moments that made me laugh, but some things should just not be shared on the Internet.
Needless to say...I am sore in strange places and have another massage scheduled with her Sept 12.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Made Me Laugh
Today, I was reading an article on MSN about the 50 rules to dress by for men. This one made me laugh because it is so true:
45. NOTHING SAYS "JACKASS" QUITE AS WELL AS A CELL PHONE ON A BELT CLIP. You know who you are.
45. NOTHING SAYS "JACKASS" QUITE AS WELL AS A CELL PHONE ON A BELT CLIP. You know who you are.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Dear John
Today I was at church reading and minding my own business when a guy walked up and asked if the seat next to me was open. I said yes and went back to reading. A few seconds later he introduced himself as John and shook my hand.
I know beggars can't be choosers, but there was something about John that was giving me a huge red flag/the creeps.
Luckily church started so I could get away with not talking to him. The meeting went on and as we closed, I started to wonder what my exit strategy was going to be. John started asking me more about what I was doing in life, where I was living...the normal small talk thing. I started packing up my things while giving him vague answers.
John could tell I was ready to leave and asked if he could give me his number. A..sure...it got weird. You can't really say no to that, but he was not very smooth...he asked me for paper and a pen. If you really want to use this tactic to pick up on girls, you had better be prepared.
He wrote down his number and said, "call me anytime and don't be shy." I turned to Steph (who P.S. earned the friend award for not leaving me) and we quickly walked away.
Dear John
I am flattered that you liked me enough to give me your phone number, but truth be told, I am never going to call. I don't know you, but something inside of me tells me to stay away. I hope your church pick up trick works for you one of these times. I am impressed with your boldness, but maybe you should be more prepared.
Lindsay
P.S. Now that we are adults, sleeping through church is kind of a turn off.
I know beggars can't be choosers, but there was something about John that was giving me a huge red flag/the creeps.
Luckily church started so I could get away with not talking to him. The meeting went on and as we closed, I started to wonder what my exit strategy was going to be. John started asking me more about what I was doing in life, where I was living...the normal small talk thing. I started packing up my things while giving him vague answers.
John could tell I was ready to leave and asked if he could give me his number. A..sure...it got weird. You can't really say no to that, but he was not very smooth...he asked me for paper and a pen. If you really want to use this tactic to pick up on girls, you had better be prepared.
He wrote down his number and said, "call me anytime and don't be shy." I turned to Steph (who P.S. earned the friend award for not leaving me) and we quickly walked away.
Dear John
I am flattered that you liked me enough to give me your phone number, but truth be told, I am never going to call. I don't know you, but something inside of me tells me to stay away. I hope your church pick up trick works for you one of these times. I am impressed with your boldness, but maybe you should be more prepared.
Lindsay
P.S. Now that we are adults, sleeping through church is kind of a turn off.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Honesty Day
I was talking with a co-worker today and we decided the world needs to have "honesty day" where you say what you are really thinking and feeling. Think about it....how great would this be.
KB - you are good for nothing and bring ZERO value to the team
TT - no, your hair does not look good like that
MS - you look so sweet and innocent that I can't stop laughing every time you say the "F" word
RB - what do you do all day
Client - actually yes, that is a problem and I really don't want to do that
DP - why do you sweat so much when you play pool
NN - you look like Ellen and that makes me want to be your friend
RR - you are still crazy
TH - I am sad you picked her over me and then went and married her
I know there are people out there that would have things to say to me too, but they could because it was honesty day.
I am pretty sure the next day would have to be "forgiveness" day.
KB - you are good for nothing and bring ZERO value to the team
TT - no, your hair does not look good like that
MS - you look so sweet and innocent that I can't stop laughing every time you say the "F" word
RB - what do you do all day
Client - actually yes, that is a problem and I really don't want to do that
DP - why do you sweat so much when you play pool
NN - you look like Ellen and that makes me want to be your friend
RR - you are still crazy
TH - I am sad you picked her over me and then went and married her
I know there are people out there that would have things to say to me too, but they could because it was honesty day.
I am pretty sure the next day would have to be "forgiveness" day.
Home Depot
I am a fan of Home Depot. I go there quite often. I can easily find my way around and I LOVE the hot men they hire. Now, when you think Home Depot...you think, home improvement, building supplies, computers.....what?
Today, I received an email from Home Depot with the following subject line: "Free shipping on tools and all computers!"
I clicked the link and yes, Home Depot is now selling computers. Call me crazy, but I highly doubt the person that can build a house out of paint samples and wood chips knows much about computers.
Today, I received an email from Home Depot with the following subject line: "Free shipping on tools and all computers!"
I clicked the link and yes, Home Depot is now selling computers. Call me crazy, but I highly doubt the person that can build a house out of paint samples and wood chips knows much about computers.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
BIG Upgrade
I have been thinking about getting a new TV for a while. I have asked everyone what his or her take/recommendation is and everyone really gives you a different answer. Long story short.... I went with what the TV spirit told me and upgraded big time...61" from Panasonic rear projection to be exact. Check it out:
Another Concert
A few weeks back I went to the Fray again. It was good, but I must say, I liked them much more when I saw them last Feb. I think the venue was better last time. It was much smaller and we were a lot closer. This time it was outside so when the crowd sings and cheers, you cannot hear it as well.
Here is a video clip of one of their more famous songs. You can't really see anything, but you can still tell they can really sing live.
The highlight of the night happened right after I took this video. Some crazy drunk guy came stumbling through the crowd. USANA is one big hill so the guy fell down and rolled onto the people in front of us. The cops quickly came and took him away, but not before I snapped a few pictures of him with Steph's camera. They did not turn out so they are not worth posting. Good times....reminds me a lot of High School.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Mr. Maverik
I work in the not so lovely city of West Valley. Not only this, but I work in the industrial section of WVC. It often times stinks like a barn and is literally 2 minutes away from the airport if that helps you understand that part of town we are talking about here. Today, I figured out the best perk of working in such conditions: if you shower daily and get ready for the day, you are a knockout.
The Maverik by my work is always hopping, and this morning was no different. I am extremely disgusted by the amount of people that eat hotdogs from there at 8:00 in the morning, but that is an entirely separate topic. This morning, my self esteem boosting Maverik experience went a little like this:
- I walk up to the door. Chubby, dirty, old construction guy holds the door for me and smiles…I smile back and say thanks.
- I walk back to the fountain machine and stand in line behind the other 5 men. They all look back, smile, and tell me to go next. Thanks guys. As I fill up my drink, one guy is there handing me a lid while a different guy is on my other side handing me a straw. Such service!
- I wait in line at the cashier and notice this guy across the counter that is actually pretty hot and even clean. (99% of the people in the Mav were construction workers so dirty is part of their job) He smiles at me…I smile back. He gets to the counter, winks at me, and tells his cashier he would like to pay for my drink as well. I mouth thanks to him across the cashiers circle and step out of line.
- Hot guy that bought my drink holds the door for me and proceeds to tell me I have beautiful eyes. I kindly thank him and say something witty in return. I get in my car, drive away and already feel better about myself and the day.
Mr. Maverik….thanks for making a girls day!
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Good Friends
Last week, a friend called and said he ran into someone we both new in Logan and that she was still crazy. I said that sucked for him and that was the end of the conversation.
Today I got an email from this "still crazy person." Below are some of the exerts from her email:
"I went to a softball game a while back and ran into (my friend). I opened my big fat mouth and said something that was hurtful and something I didn't mean. He asked if I see you and I said "no I hate her" but that isn't true."
I sent this email onto my friend and he called me a lunch. He gave me further details about the encounter. Apparently he did asked her if she has seen me and her response was "no, I hate her." His reply was that he loved me and thought I was great. Hearing this story from him made me realise that he is truly a good friend and I love him too. He loves me enough to stick up for me when I am not there and enough to not tell me the details that I don't need to know.
I am so glad I have friends like him and others in my life. Those of you that have known me for awhile, know that this has not always been the case. I feel so blessed.
Today I got an email from this "still crazy person." Below are some of the exerts from her email:
"I went to a softball game a while back and ran into (my friend). I opened my big fat mouth and said something that was hurtful and something I didn't mean. He asked if I see you and I said "no I hate her" but that isn't true."
I sent this email onto my friend and he called me a lunch. He gave me further details about the encounter. Apparently he did asked her if she has seen me and her response was "no, I hate her." His reply was that he loved me and thought I was great. Hearing this story from him made me realise that he is truly a good friend and I love him too. He loves me enough to stick up for me when I am not there and enough to not tell me the details that I don't need to know.
I am so glad I have friends like him and others in my life. Those of you that have known me for awhile, know that this has not always been the case. I feel so blessed.
Monday, August 13, 2007
Ode to Diet Coke
Today, the guy I sit next to opened a can of soda and my mouth literally started to water....I think I have a problem.
When I got back from lunch, a cold can of Diet Coke was sitting on my desk. A Secret Santa had left me a surprise and it totally made my day! Thanks Santa!
Sometimes I have to remind myself that though it may contain some water, Diet Coke is not a substitute for water.
There is nothing better on a hot summer day then a big fountain Diet Coke....right before bed.
The other day, the drive though accidental gave me a regular Coke. I took one sip and my teeth started to hurt and I got a stomach ache.
Thursday, August 09, 2007
When I Need A Pick Me Up
Sometimes when I am sad or having a bad day at work, I watch these videos and they make me laugh/smile so I thought I would share them.
This one is of my nephew in the bath.
This video is my friend's niece. She is trying to get her to repeat things and before the video starts ask her if she is a princess. Her reply is "I'm a dragon." After this, my friend wants her to repeat her...and well...you will see.
This one is of some random girl, but she is too funny.
This one is of my nephew in the bath.
This video is my friend's niece. She is trying to get her to repeat things and before the video starts ask her if she is a princess. Her reply is "I'm a dragon." After this, my friend wants her to repeat her...and well...you will see.
This one is of some random girl, but she is too funny.
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Ellen, I miss you....but we can dance again!
I was thinking how much I miss the Ellen DeGeneres show. I like being able to come home and know that a new episode is on my Tivo and that Ellen will surely do something to make me laugh.
Today I decided to find out when her new season starts (Sept 4th) and was excited to see they had updated her site to include ticket request to her show and guess who got tickets again...yep. September 18th I will be dancing with Ellen again!!!
I can't wait. I am so FREAKING excited. I LOVE Ellen in that straight, Mormon girl kind of way. I like that her humor is positive,that she is silly, and that she likes to dance. When I grow up, I want her job.
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Norm is Dead to Me
Update on needing a boyfriend. I found him. His name is Anthony and he works at the Greek Market and Deli on State and 33rd South. I love him. Now, I just need to figure out someway to get him to love me back.
Sorry Norm, but Anthony is local and hot!
Sorry Norm, but Anthony is local and hot!
Need A Man
Today on my way into work I realized that I really do need a boyfriend.
I need to get my tires rotated and the oil changed in my car.
The gas tank on the grill needs to be replaced.
I need to put up shelves in the garage.
This is only today's list. What's a girl to do.
I need to get my tires rotated and the oil changed in my car.
The gas tank on the grill needs to be replaced.
I need to put up shelves in the garage.
This is only today's list. What's a girl to do.
Monday, August 06, 2007
Saturday, August 04, 2007
Week In Review
Well, it was another rough week at work. The topper to my week was Wednesday. I was all dressed up in my heals and skirt because I was going to the temple after work to try and figure out what to do with my life. I wanted to buy a new temple dress so at lunch I made a quick run to the store, found one, and decided to stop at Noodles and Company for some food before my 1:30 meeting. I arrived at the restaurant around 12:30, waited in line and ordered my food to go. I would have expected this endeavor to only take about 15 minutes, but no...I did not even get my food until 1:30. I called into my meeting and drove back to work. (This is where it gets good.)
I parked in the back and very carefully started down the grassy hill. Keep in mind that I was in heals, on the phone, caring my huge purse, a diet coke, and my lunch. I almost made it down, but as I went to look up at the construction workers down the way I lost my footing and fell down. I had one of those surreal moments where it feels like life is not really happening. I was glad to see I had saved my diet coke, but horrified at having to get up knowing the construction guys all saw me bight the big one.
I picked myself up, looked down, and hobbled into work trying to avoid letting anyone see me. I made it to my cube and realized there was blood dripping down my leg. So, here I am at work, in a skirt with a bloody knee. It looked like I was in 5th grade again and fell off the monkey bars. It was at this moment when I decided life really is like a blood knee. It stings, takes a long time to heal, and can easily get infected. Needless to say....it was not my day.
I made it to the temple and was sure glad I did. Great things have been happening since and I am starting to get a better feel for what I am going to do with my life.
Luckily the week ended better then it started. I went to Mama Mia on Friday and loved it, not now I can't decide if I want to be a famous musician or be a Broadway star?
I parked in the back and very carefully started down the grassy hill. Keep in mind that I was in heals, on the phone, caring my huge purse, a diet coke, and my lunch. I almost made it down, but as I went to look up at the construction workers down the way I lost my footing and fell down. I had one of those surreal moments where it feels like life is not really happening. I was glad to see I had saved my diet coke, but horrified at having to get up knowing the construction guys all saw me bight the big one.
I picked myself up, looked down, and hobbled into work trying to avoid letting anyone see me. I made it to my cube and realized there was blood dripping down my leg. So, here I am at work, in a skirt with a bloody knee. It looked like I was in 5th grade again and fell off the monkey bars. It was at this moment when I decided life really is like a blood knee. It stings, takes a long time to heal, and can easily get infected. Needless to say....it was not my day.
I made it to the temple and was sure glad I did. Great things have been happening since and I am starting to get a better feel for what I am going to do with my life.
Luckily the week ended better then it started. I went to Mama Mia on Friday and loved it, not now I can't decide if I want to be a famous musician or be a Broadway star?
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