Saturday, April 29, 2006

top five reasons my legs are sore

1. 5.5 miles up
2. 4 miles down
3. 2 miles roundtrip to the knob
4. Slept in tiny sleeping bag
5. I'm out of shape

















Thursday, April 27, 2006

ten of the many reasons I will not be accessible for the next 48 hours

1. "Uh oh, she has that dumb blond look on her face again!"
2. "I dont' see what's wrong with it!"
3. "You're dead to me."
4. "Well, you said it would only cost a few dollars, but it was over $200."
5. A serious lack of three legged babies in today's Meridian column.
6. Gray cubicle walls.
7. My Blackberry.
8. Bill Bryson
9. Cat hair.
10. Because I can.

you're so vain, you probably think this post is about you


No, I'm not so vain as to randomly post pictures of myself online. I have a perfectly good reason for posting these pictures here. Someone needs pictures of me, and the attachments aren't going through. So stealing them from the blog makes the most sense. But I didn't want to bore you with old pictures of me. So I made sure they are pictures that certain friends can at least get a kick out of seeing. For instance, what is more appropriate than a picture of me having a special moment with my Blackberry at a social function? Or a picture in Amsterdam (with Tara)? Or holding my favorite little baby girl cousin? After all, what am I if not a travelling Blackberry addict with a thousand cousins? ( this post will be deleted as soon I get word that the person has copied them.)



Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Swimsuit Season Sucks




With the big beach trip rapidly approaching, along with it comes the even more exciting swimsuit season. It is time to take out the pasty white thighs and drooping body parts and go stand in harsh department store lighting to find a swimsuit that doesn't offend the masses.
The problem with bathing suit shopping is that we all seem to think we are supposed to look like this-























(Picture stolen from an actual Ukrainian bride website)


When in reality, we all feel more like this-






As good little Mormon Girls, we were all taught to not wear 2 piece bathing suits. I forget what the reasoning was behind that, something about modesty and our bodies being temples or something like that. But somewhere after college that all changed. Suddenly it's cool to wear 2 pieces for Mormon Girls. As if somehow there was a rite of passage that says, "Now that you are old and single, you need to show more skin so you can get a man." Which cracks me up, because I think I speak for most girls who would agree we all looked better in a 2 piece about 10 years ago.

So the drama continues. Swimsuit shopping just sucks.

Brain Potpourri

Well, as has been made mostly obvious here on the blog, life has been a wee bit stressful again for the past while, and I've been somewhat cranky, with moments of clarity. (Hey, that is my blog name- moments of clarity.) Last week just minutes after saying you should get all info from the horse's mouth and that sometimes I need to learn to not take things so personally, I made the interesting discovery that the horse was lying to me, and yes, it was a very personal attack. And drama catapulted back in to my life. But you know what? It's all good. It really is. Sometimes having to endure a "crash and burn" means there's nothing to go back to, and that can be a good thing. No second chances and no looking back, right?

And besides, drama is just fuel for the column, book, and blog someday, right?

Seriously, men have to be crazy to date (or "not-date" as the case may be) me. Don't they realize it's all going to end up in print before too long?

In other events, let me offer this little piece of advice. If you have a migraine, and you take a Xanax for it, don't read a book about a bear chase before falling into a Xanax induced nap. You might end up dreaming that a bear is chasing you, but you are too drugged/tired to run away, so you just fall asleep on a log and let the bear chew on your leg till you wake up. It's not a good thing. (But on the brightside, and there is always a brightside, the migraine hasn't come back since that 4 hour Xanax induced nap. And no more vertigo either. So next time, I suck up the pride and take the Xanax sooner.)

In even better news, the first hike/camp of the season is this weekend. YEEHAW!!!

And another bright side in all of the drama- it's made me lose more weight. So I'm down a net 12. Yeah baby!

(Stacer, is it "brightside" or "bright side?")

Saturday, April 22, 2006

in the epic film about my life (or at least the last 24 hours of it) the character of __ will be played by __

In order to protect the innocent, which is me, I can't tell you all of the characters in the movie about my life. But I can tell you who would best portray them! And I can't tell you the plot either, because then you'd have no reason to come see my movie.

But here are a few fun teasers.

I will be played by
Janel Moloney because I think she rocks, and she has better hair than me.

The second most important character, the man who can't lead, will be played by
Jude Law. Chosen for many reasons, including similar looks, "AI," "Alfie." and how he treated Sienna Miller.

A very main character, who only gets a very small but crucial part, will be
Jaime Pressly also known as Joy from "My Name is Earl." (a classy name for a classy lady) I'm pleading the Fifth on why.

Fabulous Girlfriend #1 (who will offer to do the assassination) will be played by Janeane Garafalo chosen for her quick wit and excellent choices in eyewear.

Fabulous Girlfriend #2 who will say the *itchy things you can't say yourself will be played by Mary Louise Parker chosen for her quick wit, and excellent choices in eyewear.

Fabulous Girlfriend #3 who will walk in the rain and take personality tests for you will be played by Mary Tyler Moore (the younger years) chosen for her quick wit and excellent choices in eyewear. (Cindy Williams the Laverne and Shirley Years, as her understudy. Only chosen for the walking the city in the rain aspects of it all.)

The Knight in Shining Armor will be played by
Owen Wilson also chosen for quick wit and excellent choices in eyewear.

Incidental and Unwitting Character #1 will be played by Ron Howard (with hair) chosen for the dead-ringer aspects of it all.

"Innocent and Supporting Girlfriend Who Got Dragged Accidentally Into the Middle of It" will be played by
Alyson Hannigan also from the Buffy Years.

And the
"Girlfriend Who Offers to Kick Butts" role goes to Sarah Michelle Gellar the Buffy Years.

"L. Ron Hubbard" will play himself. As will Tom Cruise.

To all of you who don't get these inside jokes, I'm sorry. Just trust me, I have fabulous girlfriends and they were all cast well. As were the two bad guys.
Ten years from now if I am asked about the last 24 hours of my life, there are a lot of things that could be said about it. There was a lot of sadness, hurt, confusion, pain, misunderstandings, and happiness. Yes, happiness. At the end of this very awful and hard day the thing I will remember that my girlfriends were there for me. And that when I needed them the most, they were willing to take the time just to let me be. No one questioned me, they all loved me, and all took time out of their days to just to entertain me and make me smile And quite frankly, they all deserve the Nobel Peace Prize for what they pulled off today.

Best one-liners today-
I can kill with my thumbs you know. Say thw word and I'll set it up!
And I'm thinking, "I hope they send Mulder."
You're an anarchist!
What would L Ron Hubbard say about that?


More to come....

Thursday, April 20, 2006

the great weight update and a few little answers

First, thanks for the nice emails and understanding comments about my last post. I found a few small little answers that have helped me considerably. 1- always get your info from the horse's mouth. Well meaning friends can love you and still have bad intel. 2- Don't take it personally. Things happen and while it may affect you personally, it wasn't done to hurt you personally. And for now those two little pearls of wisdom are really helping me out.

Second, the great weight update. I'm down a net 8. It is 10 pm and I have just weighed myself, and I am at my lowest weight in over a year. So I'm a pretty happy camper right now. Only 12 left to go. (Um, Jules- remember that deal we made today? We need to rediscuss.)

Third, I saw something that just warmed my heart today. I was out for a run and decided to stop and get a manicure at a salon I've never been to before. At that moment I was still in a terrible stinky mood, having not yet had a few revelations come to me. While I was in the salon, there was only one other customer, and I could see the staff setting up a surprise party behind me. The manicurist explained it was the customer's birthday and they were going to surprise her. I asked how often the customer came in, and she said, "Only twice a month. But we like her." So when the girl's new hairstyle was done, the staff of ten started singing to her, turned on some dancing music, and uncorked the champagne! I've heard of customer service, but this was unbelievable! (It also made me suddenly wonder how much my nails were going to cost me...) The whole staff was dancing, singing, etc. for this customer, who looked like she was in heaven. The girl had clearly had the works done- mani/pedi, hairdid, waxing, etc. It was incredible. And before the staff all left, multiple plastic flutes of champagne imbibed, they all came over to introduce themselves to me, and offer me a drink too. I was just blown away by the true kindness and overwhelming customer service. It wasn't even my party, but I'm now a loyal customer!

Last but not least, (Little G Money- are you reading this?) does anyone have any magic cures for vertigo attacks followed by migraines? I've had Meniere's Disease for years, but never as bad as the non-stop attacks I've had this past week. A girl can only have "earthquakes" for so long. (And yes G- I promise if it lasts too long to go get it checked out with the neuro.) (And if you don't think my earthquakes didn't make my other frustrations this week worse, then you don't get the severity of the earthquakes!) Vertigo sucks!

Stay tuned this weekend for my personal essay on Cubicles and the Master/Slave relationship.

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

i'm not good at mad

Sincerity is my new goal, right?
How do you sincerely explain how angry you are? How mad you are? How tired you are of playing the part of the good sport? How tired you are of pretending people don't hurt your feelings? Or making it clear you can't handle "just one more thing?"
I just don't know how to do it. I'm just so tired of it all. It's been building up for so long, and I vent it out (usually here) just long enough to re-group and buck up and take the next round of crap.
What do you do when you know you deserve better, but you just don't have it in you to fight for more because you just can't handle the rejection? You've had to put up with enough that the thought of getting rejected when you stand up for yourself is just too much?
What do you do when you've just reached the end? How do you make people start taking you seriously? And do it without getting so mad and frustrated that you just explode at them first?

Happy Birthday Baby Sisty Ugler

Hello Gas Prices

The time has finally come to give in and buy a new car. The only reason I have put it off as long as I have is that I love not having a car payment. But now that car payments have turned into car repairs, and the cost of gas is skyrocketing again, it's time to just face the music. My current beast gets 18 mpg on a good day, and the a/c is shot, so I'm hoping that by getting a smaller more fuel efficient vehicle, I will save something on gas, and therefore be able to afford more in a car payment. (For you non-DC people, gas here is hovering around $3/gal.) I drive 52 miles roundtrip to work each day, and I'm spending about $300/mo on gas.

So here's the deal. I suck at negotiating and I know little about cars. So if you are so inclined- help a girl out! I need advice and suggestions on cars. My only requirements are - affordable, fuel efficient, and it has to be American made. Currently I am considering a Pontiac Vibe, Chevy Malibu, Ford Escape hybrid, and any Saturn. Does anyone have any experience with these? I also truly love VW's but the "Buy American First" side of me can't compromise. Also, I have found a great deal on a Vibe, and I really want it, but it's been in an accident (hence the really low asking price). What do you think about buying cars that have been in accidents? Good? Bad? Good way to get a good deal? Any suggestions for other cars?


Monday, April 17, 2006

and counting...

In January of 2005 my grandfather set a goal to give away one copy of the Book of Mormon a week. He successfully exceeded his goal, and gave away over 300 copies in 2005. Since the start of 2006 he has given away 178 copies, bringing his grand total to 589. He has singlehandedly given out more copies than the entire West Virginia Charleston Mission (where he resides) combined. One 86 yr old man vs. an entire mission of 19 yr old boys. I love it. Go Pompa!

Achenblog: Daily Humor and Observations from Joel Achenbach

Achenblog: Daily Humor and Observations from Joel Achenbach
just one of the many reasons this guy rocks!

Sunday, April 16, 2006

Happy Easter and Other Things

First and foremost, happy Easter everyone. Easter seems like a good time for new resolutions, doesn't it? Even more so than New Years maybe. After all, it is Easter that gives us repentance and the chance to "rise again" and try again.
Why am I thinking about new resolutions and starting over? Read on.
I don't know why it happens, but I have a few theories. And I don't have a good explanation for it either. But even as I type this, I am committing it.
Somewhere, somehow I've stopped experiencing things as they are, I've stopped learning about my friends from experience, and I'm no longer allowing others to learn about me from experience. I have my theories as to why it happens, starting with heartbreaks and determinedly wanting to not hide baggage. The other theory includes the informal mediums of communication, such as emails and im's, and sharing missing context. We've stopped experiencing people and just started telling people who we are. We no longer slowly discover people and let them discover us, and instead just hand ourselves over an a platter (that may or may not be too silver and shiny). It's the new modern attempt to be up front, honest, not hide the baggage, and "get what you see." But is it?
Or is it all just a front and fake? By "trying" to be real, we are being anything but real. Lately it seems to me that this is what dating has become- a show of reality. Which means it is anything but. There's times when a conversation feels more like a journal entry than a real conversation. I hear myself telling the person, "No small child cries alone in my presence," rather than allowing the person to learn that by witnessing it first hand. Telling the person this doesn't do either of us much good, except tell him/her that I'm rather too self-aware. It would be more endearing to find out about my tearful habits in person. (if it is indeed endearing)
Why are we doing it? Are we trying to reduce dating down to a checklist because the process of dating takes too long? Or is it because as soon as we meet a guy we're so convinced he'll like us for who we are, that we rush to show him and tell him who we are, rather than giving him the chance to come and find it?
Thoughts anyone?

Saturday, April 15, 2006

And that's all I have to say about that

I took horseback riding lessons for years. I spent my summers at riding camps and mucking stalls and tacking horses. And the rest of my time wishing for a horse. But my "little sisty ugler" was terrified of horses after a small incident involving a horse, traction, and a year in a wheelchair. No one ever bought me a pony.
But they did give me a brother and sister 12 and 14 years younger than me.
And the baby sisty ugler, aka "Little Princess," loves horses. She loves horses more than I ever did. And she's been begging for one since she was old enough to form a sentence. She turns 17 this week. Guess what she got for her birthday?
You know what I got for my 17th birthday? Me neither. It wasn't that great whatever it was.
But Ruby G has offered me the following condolence gift-














There is a bright side to all of this. As my mother pointed out, the *family* (yeah right) now owns a horse, and that means I can drive down there and ride it whenever I want to (and when my sister isn't already on it). So, anyone up for a trail ride?

Tithing Rewards Both Spiritual and Financial


http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/04/14/AR2006041401737.html
This article has left me speechless. I'm truly blown away by the writer's description of tithing. "Tithing, an ancient practice described in the Bible..." Um, WHAT? An ancient practice? No, tithing is NOT an ancient practice. Let's describe it just a little bit better. Tithing was a commandment from the Old Testament (Genesis 14:20, Genesis 28:22, Leviticus 27:30, Numbers 18:26, Deuteronomy 14:22, and more) and the New Testament (Matthew 23:23, Luke 18:12, and more), and for us Mormons, the Doctrine and Covenants also includes it (D&C 64:23, D&C 85:3, D&C 97:12, D&C 119:4, and more). Only once in this 3 page article about tithing, does the writer mention the Bible, which just makes me cringe. And yet, it didn't quoe a scripture actually about tithing.


I think it is wonderful that so many churches in PG County do practice tithing. What I find nearly disgusting is that this is how it is described. "Many African American ministers believe the custom is so strong among their congregations because of the historic role of the church in social and political activism and because of generations of family tradition."

And worse yet is this new term "prosperity ministry" used to describe the blessings of tithing. "What we are seeing is more giving, but I wouldn't attribute it only to people adhering to the principle of tithing," said the Rev. Bucas Sterling, pastor of Kettering Baptist Church in Upper Marlboro. "There is also an increase in what is called 'prosperity ministry,' the approach that says the intention of God is for all of his children to be financially well off. Materialism is being promoted, in a way. The whole idea is that God wants them to have money."

Wow, I really missed something in Sunday School and all that Bible reading in seminary. When did God start promoting materialism?? I feel sorry for all those monks who for thousands of years have been actually following what is taught in the Bible and not attempting to gain worldly possessions. I do admit I've never quite understood some of these new churches that have billboards praising the teachings of their ministers, and not the teachings of Christ. But this one really takes the cake. A church that is promoting materialism as a reason to pay tithing.

I guess the Bible was right. The day has come where the teachings of man have corrupted the teachings of Christ beyond recognition. Personally, I think that should have been the news article.

Leviticus 27:30- And all the tithe of the land, whether of the seed of the land, or of the fruit of the tree, is the LORD’s: it is holy unto the LORD.
(please note how it doesn't mention anything about materialism in there!)


Thursday, April 13, 2006

Nap or a Pedicure? It's so hard to choose sometimes.


There has been no blogging of late because Erin is in dire need of a nap. Between Sunday meetings, FHE, friends, planning very large upcoming activities, balancing 2 big meetings at work, a misunderstanding with a person of interest, writing the
column, planning Easter Dinner, Duck Beach details, clearing up the misunderstanding, learning from past mistakes, and some other things I'm too tired to remember, the blog has been neglected.

But these lovely ladies (men- I'm referring to the shoes) did arrive today and have given me the energy to go get a pedicure this afternoon. (So happy that pretty shoe and toe season is back!) And since the nail spa is next to Jiffy Lube, my car just might get treated nicely today too.



Saturday, April 08, 2006

Progressive Rut


Do you ever feel like you don't get to think enough? Use the analytical parts of your brain enough? Or that you play a trivial role in the universe? Or that you are just stuck in a non-progressive rut?
I can't shake this feeling lately like I'm just a nut, not even a bolt, in the big machine of life. I just do my little part, and will likely not leave an imprint on the earth when I am gone. I'm not a big fan of this feeling. I used to feel like I was involved and that I played a part in improving the world. Where did that girl go?
I used to be a smart girl with an analytical mind that met interesting people. Now, I fill out paperwork, play the role of 9-5, pay bills, and eat dinner out. I try to do "intelligent" things, such as read Newsweek and Time, rather than People, or buy biographies and Shakespeare rather than Nora Roberts. But what is the point of information gathering if it is stuck in your head? What is knowledge if it is not imparted or used wisely? What is the purpose of an education that is never exercised?
I am a smart person. I'm intelligent. I'm analytical. And I have a unique view on certain subjects. (Or at least I used to be. It's been so long now I'm not sure anymore.) But it's a light hidden under a bushel. It is something most will never see amongst the more entertaining conversations of boys, guns, TomKat, Brangelina, and this week's new movie. Where are the lively political debates of my past? Where is the girl who used to accept any challenge just for the personal growth? And where is the girl that was so adventurous and curious that she visited new countries alone, and got into mischevious scrapes?
I miss me.















I'm driving, but I'm going nowhere.




In completely unrelated events it is time for a "diet update." It has been 3 weeks of dieting, of which 2 were spent traveling. Traveling makes dieting and exercise next to impossible, but I did my best. And the last 2 days I have eaten nothing but raw fruits and vegetables. All of that and I have total lost 6 lbs. So I guess that is a good thing. 2 lbs a week with 8 weeks left to go. I just might make my goal. Speaking of the goal (Duck Beach) I still have some space left if someone needs a spot.

Thursday, April 06, 2006

time to talk about something more important, like West Wing


In just a few short weeks the best show ever on television will be coming to an end. "The West Wing" has been the one show I have watched religiously ever since the very first episode. In honor of it's pending death, I thought it would only be appropriate to give it a 21- quote trivia salute. Some are obviously much easier than others. Feel free to add your favorite quotes and post your answers below.




1.
President Josiah Bartlet: Congratulations. So, who is da man on this one?
GUESS: I think this time we're collectively da men, sir.


2. GUESS: When you flirt with me, are you doing it to get a story?

3. GUESS: Hon, is this like nerd hot talk?

4. GUESS: Mr. President, if you could also see your way clear to not answering that question like an economics professor with a big old stick up his butt, that would be good too.

5. GUESS: If you were in an accident, I wouldn't stop for red lights.

6. GUESS: Can I just say something for the future? *I* can sign the president's name. I've got his signature down pretty good.


7. GUESS: The theme of the Egg Hunt is "learning is delightful and delicious" - as, by the way, am I.

8. GUESS: Because it's next. Because we came out of the cave, and we looked over the hill and we saw fire; and we crossed the ocean and we pioneered the west, and we took to the sky. The history of man is on a timeline of explorations and this is What's next.


9: 17 across. Yes, 17 across is wrong... You're spelling his name wrong... What's my name? My name doesn't matter. I am just an ordinary citizen who relies on the Times crossword for stimulation. And I'm telling you that I met the man twice. And I recommended a pre-emptive missile strike against his air force, so I think I know how...

10. GUESS: Post - after, after hoc, ergo - therefore, "After hoc, therefore" something else hoc.

11. GUESS: Toby, come quick. Sam's getting his ass kicked by a girl.
Toby Ziegler: Ginger, get the popcorn.


12. GUESS: My mouth is dry, my hands are wet and I have to pee.

13 GUESS: Number of people killed last year retrieving change from a vending machine: four. Number of people killed by a wolf attack: zero. I don't know. I mean, maybe the vending machines fall on them while they're getting their change.

14. GUESS: You don't get enough roughage in your diet, Mr. President, you know I'm right about that.

President Josiah Bartlet: I know I'd like to beat you senseless with a head of cabbage, I know that for damn sure

15. GUESS:[Talking about Ainsley Hayes] I'm going to tell you something, Toby. I don't think it's that she's a Republican, I think it's that she's a Republican woman and she's good-looking. Toby Ziegler: Those three things, when in combination, usually spell 'careerism'.


16. GUESS: "I need to see my bed, I'm thinking of carrying a picture of it on my wallet."

17. GUESS: "...Where's my jet pack, my colonies on the Moon?"

18. GUESS: "I'd pretty much do anything to avoid using 'Mr. President' and 'your daughter' in the same sentence."

19. GUESS: You are a smart and savvy woman who could easily consider world domination as her next career move.

20. GUESS: "There's this thing called the Constitution. It's a nagging little document, I'll grant you..."

21. GUESS: It's big block of cheese day!

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Open Pandora's Box, Prepare for Backlash

Yesterday I got an email that truly stunned me. A guy I'll call Zot (not even pretending to cover his identity) sent me an email asking me not to advertise the unofficial Thursday dinner club on the McLean Singles listserve. His reason? Too many "old people" are showing up at "his" dinner since I started sharing the info. I pointed out that since I started posting the info on my list about 10 people have started attending the dinner. And only one time did any "old" people show up. His response? He liked the dinner better when only 6 people showed up. At this point I brought in "Parley" (again, not hiding anything here) on this discussion. After all, according to Parley, it's his activity and his listserve. But if you ever talk to Parley about it, he's reather communal about such things, and all things belong to all people.
I was sure to tell Zot that I had no intention of stopping my advertising, but I would be happy to point out in the emails about the dinner that it is intended for the Mid-Singles.
His response? He removed me from the Mid-Singles listserve (where I get the info from).
Here's my problem with everything-
1. Who the hell does he think he is telling me what I can or can't do?
2. Parley's suggestion- we call all the old people and let them know they aren't invited. Let me make this clear- that is the rudest thing I have ever heard of.
3. This is NOT by any means an official activity. It is an unofficial gathering of people at the same place and time every week. If that is always made clear, and that is the premise, how can there suddenly be rules for it?

Other details- I completely understand this is "their" dinner. But the minute they made it public on any listserve, it became public doman and public knowledge. You cannot regulate how people choose to use that info.

And while I am actually all in favor of activities for the older singles and for the mid- and younger singles, I would never ever consider telling someone that they are too old (or too young) to attend anything. That is just plain wrong.

How did I handle this situation? I just sent an email out to my full McLean Singles listserve explaining why they won't get the weekly email about dinner anymore. And posted Zot's email address where they can send any thoughts or comments on it. Was that juvenile of me? Probably. Do I care? No.

Your thoughts and comments are most welcome.

Monday, April 03, 2006

You Drive Me Craaaa-zy

Two posts in one night, clearly I must be bored in a hotel room with nothing else to do!

It has been brought to my attention that I haven't followed up on some of my recent rants on the men (or lack thereof) in my life. That would mostly be because it turns out that 3 of the 4 guys I posted about recently, that I didn't think read this, all do in fact read this. Making it rather complicated to talk about them too openly.

But I can talk about them in obtuse reference!

Here's my thing right now. There is one guy that sends all the right signals, makes me feel great, and well, is close to my kind of perfect. That is, he's all those things when he's around. He's just not around enough. Which is why there is still so much room for other guys these days. The next guy is so afraid of commitment it's funny. A friend recently described it as the "rubberband effect." And that truly defines this guy. Every time I start to pull away, he comes zooming right in on me. He always/only wants the thing(s) he can't have. Which all pretty much drives me crazy.

To put it mildly, I just don't get it. These are both great guys. The kind of great guys that actually make me wonder what it is they are doing with me. One of them likes me even more when I make it point blank obvious that I'm his. The other one likes me better when I'm anything but available to him. All of this juggling of how to act and with who, is getting old. (Don't tell me to just be myself. I am.) Why can't it just be a simple exchange of conversation, body language, innuendo, and honest feeling? Why must dating involve so much strategy?

Signs, signs, everywhere signs




Last week there were plenty of "signs" I was in Little Rock.
















I have this funny feeling that my week in Ft Bragg won't be too different. There are never enough trade shows in Hawaii, ya know?

(Seriously, "please flush frequently?" What kind of people stay in this hotel that they had to put up that sign (at eye level no less)??)

Sunday, April 02, 2006

Hello? It's for You, And It's Time To Say Goodbye

Is a Phone a Weapon or a Right?

You know it's only a matter of time before I start working at the National Cellphone Association. After all, someone has to defend our right to carry a phone.

Saturday, April 01, 2006

Johari's Window

The crowning moment of my college career was a paper I wrote on Johari's windows. Of course, my college paper explained and discussed them much better than wikipedia. They are widely used in therapy, but probably not with the patient's knowledge. It is a good way to measure a patient's success in accepting their surroundings and flaws.
Today I found
this website where you can create your own Johari's window with contributions from friends. It's an interesting concept, although conceptually flawed. But then again, a Communication Major probably isn't going to agree with a simplified version of a Johari's window.
So feel free to fill in the little boxes and contribute to my "arena" and "blind spot."

If nothing else, it's a fun way to kill time on the semi-annual "Mormon Girls Can't Get a Date Night." (The mormon girls will get this, no one else probably will.)

I Need a Trunk Monkey

Trunk Monkey Rocks

Do you know that the Trunk Monkey makes house calls? Tonight when I arrived for my house/babysitting duties at my parents' house I saw 4 teenage "men" walking into the house. I recognized at least one of them, and he was carrying a pizza, so I wasn't too concerned. It was when he spotted me and went running for the door that I had a reason to get a little concerned. But once he realized it was "just me" I was allowed into the house, and the other "men" came out of hiding. And that is when it hit me that at least 4 guys were in the house, and none of them were my brother. Hmm... They all promised he was on his way.


So I started looking for my sister. One of the guys ever so kindly pointed out that he had been there for 20 minutes and he hadn't seen her yet. (Good to know teenage boys not related to me were left alone in this house unmonitored.) So I started calling her phone, etc., attempting to find her. My brother showed up shortly thereafter, with no clue as to where his sister was, but anxious to find his XBox. I went downstairs, (after hearing someone yell "Oh my gosh! Your dog is bald! What happened?!" just to find it was the chihuahua- he's always looked like that) and found 6 guys, 1 girl, 4 pizzas, and 24 Mountain Dews in the basement. And then I accidentally let the dogs run out of the house. Did I mention it was after midnight? This would be the ideal time for my parents to call and check in naturally. Let's just say they were less than pleased with the household affairs (and they didn't even know about the dogs).

Right about this point it hits me that I really could use a
Trunk Monkey. So I pushed the magic trunk monkey button and would you believe it? Suddenly we found my sister asleep in the guest bedroom and all of the teenagers got bored and left. (thank you Trunk Monkey for hiding the XBox)

Trunk Monkeys are the best! (And I swear I'm never house/baby sitting again.)

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