Friday, April 24, 2009

How you KNOW you are at BYU graduation...

Exhibit A:

This girl, slightly in front of me, spent the entire ceremony looking at a magazine of wedding cakes and cuddling with a man I can only assume is her fiancee.

Exhibit B:

This lovely couple slightly behind me brought their baby. They had him all dressed up in tiny dress pants with a vest and tie. Which was cute until he started crying.

Only at BYU.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Everyday is a start of something beautiful

Today was awesome.

Here's an incomplete list of why:

Oil change. Finally done.
Chatting with old friends.
Crazy Mexican lunch with Melissa. (Piz, we should have gone there for Mexi Tues)
Bought some pretty amazing shoes.
On sale.
And new make up that doesn't make me look yellow.
Picked up my graduation cap and gown.
Got a free t-shirt.
And a pedicure to match. With Leah.
Finally found an apartment.
Worked out a deal in which I do not have to pay the deposit.
Planned a party for tomorrow (or today really) in which my friends meet my family and we all drink root beer floats.***
Did some mentoring at work.
Which means I cooked dinner with some cool people.
Manicotti, Cesar salad and pumpkin pie.
All successes.
I love my coworkers. (Or dudes I work with.)
I love the girls we work with.
Ihop with friends.
I love my friends.
Chatted with Alison and realized I'm not the only one who feels a certain way about a Wcertain thing.

While none of these things were out of the ordinary or wonderfully amazing on their own (well, except for maybe the shoes) my heart feels very full. I hope you had an equally wonderful day.

***Come to the party! You're definitely invited. 7:30. Carterville park.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

You spin my head right round, right round

Work last night was one of no complaints. I love days like that.

Quotes of the night:

Those hot baseball players reminded me of my little brother!

I'm excited to see her swim!
She's so short, I think it will look funny.

I love Flo Rida! (accompanied with a dance/body shake)

Do I see a bare foot on the floor?
No, your eyes are getting old.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

A quick game of chess with the salt and pepper shakers

I need you, the lovely people who read my blog, to weigh in on something.

Last night I was talking with some friends and I mentioned plans with my coworker (that's you Sadie). One of my friends interrupted me and laughed at me. He claims that no one uses the word coworker. I asked him what he calls the people he works with and he said, "dude I work with." That comment led to the quote of the night, which was "girls can be dudes, easily."

So, my question is this: What do you call the people you work with when referencing them in conversation?

And, just for a little spice, here's a picture of my friend Will about the same time as this conversation. He claimed he was "wide awake".

Monday, April 13, 2009

Oh hot damn, this is my jam...

It's Monday afternoon and my wrist still hurts. Totally worth it.

Yes, that's a 138. Beating Adam by 1 point and Ethan by 4. And beating my lifetime high score. This is actually the third game, but it's really the only one that counts. I won the first game and was the only one to break 100 that game. Then I got a little too confident and trashed talked myself into a terrible 2nd game where Ethan more than doubled my score. Then came the 3rd game and a hard earned, suspenseful victory.

Erica and I.




Ethan's almost-winning technique was to stick his super long leg halfway into the next lane. Better luck next time friends!

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Looking back on old love, or lack thereof

Perhaps I ran into an ex of sorts yesterday. I did what many of you would have done, I took a picture and sent it to my best friend Heather in Texas. Then again, maybe you wouldn't have done that.

It sent us both into fits of laughter as we reminisced. Us being Heather and I. Mr. D and I didn't speak. I tried to say hello but he didn't hear. Mr. D is an interesting guy with some funny quirks.

Heath, remember that time our Korean roommate cooked us dinner and burnt half the chicken? And then you, Mr. D, Mama T and I watched The Sound of Music?

Mr. D, if you happen to see this and think it's creepy, it was no less creepy of you to clearly stare at my friend and I eating through the window.