Showing posts from September, 2006

and so it begins

In about 4 more hours I will leave for the airport and take off for Albuquerque, NM. The 3 weeks of my life I have been dreading for nine months will finally start this afternoon. This week I will be off at the National Police Shooting Championships. My girlfriends all seem to think this means I will be surrounded by hot cops for a week. It actually means I will be selling tee shirts and talking guns while shouting to be heard over 25 guns unloading 10 rounds at a time every five minutes. It also means I will be taking a lot of Advil and wearing ear plugs all week. I'm sure I'll take a few pictures and share in the joy of the moment when I get a chance.

Everyone be good to Rae while I am gone. We don't want her to get lonely or bored or forget to go to work because she was reading all night!

Pure Unadulterated Happiness

Gas prices in Fredericksburg, VA last night. Less than $2/gallon. Halle-freakin-lujah!

Just another day at work...


Leaving no questions...

For a while now I have been wondering if possibly I have a wheat or gluten allergy. I had heard of some of the allergic reactions to it, and, well, the shoe fit. I am deathly allergic to corn (including popcorn, cornbread, etc), so the idea that I would also be allergic to another natural product wasn't too far off in my mind. But my diet is rather naturally devoid of wheat products since I tend to be carb adverse and avoid breads for the most part. So it has always been a bit of a mystery for me to figure out.
Well, on Sunday that mystery was solved for me.
My ward (translation for the non-Mormons- my local church congregation) is really getting into home preparedness and food storage. This is actually the understatement of the century. My ward is absolutely obsessed with food storage. (Additional non-Mormon translation- Mormons try to have a 2 year supply of foods, often in the form of grains, stored in their homes in order to prepare for emergencies.) And this past Sunday…

It didn't salvage the weekend

Before I go anywhere with this post, I have to thank Boo, Rae and Kim for being absolute lifesavers last night. Girls, you rock! I've said it before, and I'll say it again, I'd be nothing without my amazing girlfriends!

It's no secret that I have dabbled (okay maybe not dabbled but dove in head first) in online dating. A few months back I met a guy online who was slightly interesting. We im'ed a few times, and then, like most online guys, he disappeared. No big deal. Much to my surprise he surfaced again last week. In fact, we was the reason for the previous post about guys who call too much. Originally I had fun plans for this weekend that included a spontaneous trip to visit my sister in Utah for her birthday. But when that fell apart, I didn't mind the chance to salvage the weekend with a date when this guy asked. He may call too much, but hey, you can't fault a guy for trying to show he's interested, right? Especially when some guys just ca…

Go Nats!

Over the last several years when *everyone* kept talking about bringing major league baseball to DC I really couldn't have cared less. Big deal, who cares about baseball anyway? But when Mayor Williams did finally score us a team, I did a little excited over the idea of a home town team. But I still didn't care at all for baseball, so again, big deal! And then the Red Sox made it to the Series, and I worked for a guy who was more than just a little Sox fan. Therefore, I learned a LOT about the National Pasttime in a very short period of time (most of it on one business trip to California). So when the Nats finally came to DC, and suddenly everyone and their brother started scoring free tickets, I actually went to the games and even knew enough to follow along. But now... now that has all changed. Now I actually like baseball. I like Soriano, tolerate Lopez (he hasn't won me over yet), and LOVE Zimmerman. In fact, here's a picture of Zimmerman at bat. Oh, an…

2 Types of Men and 2 Types of Analogies

There are 2 types of men in this world. The type that calls and the type that doesn't.
Why is it that a guy who asks for your number, you give him the big green light, and he has plenty of reasons to call, will never do it? But the guy that just "finds" your number and has very little to talk to you about, will call, in spite of your best efforts to dodge him?

Maybe the better analogy is a traffic light? There are guys who sit in traffic and will drive a distance to get to you, just to have their engine stall out at the green light across from your house. And then there are guys who drive over unannounced, run red lights to get there, and park in front of your house, in spite of the personalized "No Parking Zone" sign you put out just for them.

Guys, learn to read the signs, because eventually that green light is going to turn red. A girl can't sit in neutral and wait forever. She'll run out of gas before you know it.

Happy 29th Birthday to My Little Sisty Ugler

Happy 29th Birthday to Natalie, my lifelong partner in crime. You may have outgrown me years ago, be married, and have 3 children, but you'll always be my little sister who thinks breaking her gum into little pieces gives you more than me, and says, "callapitters and mazagines." (Dang it, now I can't say it right either.) I forgive you for moving to Utah, but only because I think your kids are cute. Now please be sensible and come home so we can go shopping.
Love, the Big Sisty Ugler

Not a beautiful sabbath morn

It is 10:30 on Sunday morning. I should have been at church 1.5 hours ago. But I woke up with a continuing stomach bug (we're on day 4) and a raging headache. I've managed to migrate from the bedroom to the living room, but definitely don't have the energy to make it back to my room. There is a bug outside of the window that is making some god awful high pitched noise. It's not a cricket. I have attempted to throw a sandal in the general direction of the piercing sound, but there is a glass table between here and there, and I'm feeling fairly weak. I think I better not throw the second shoe. But, heaven help me, that bug needs to die!

Because some baby sisters are cooler than others!

My baby sister Steph, age 17 and a senior in high school, has been volunteering at her local fire department for about 6 months now. She just recently started Fire 1 and is following her big sister's steps well. (And her big sister is very proud and supportive.) This is evidence that even the "little girls" can lift a 165 lb man and do a dead man's carry! She rocks!

Today the Marines, Tomorrow the Air Force, and then on to the Army

One trade show down, 3 to go...

I've been at the Modern Day Marine Show this week in Quantico, VA. And just like the name implies, it is a trade show all about the Marines and things they may or may not want. Thankfully, we sell a product they want, and therefore, people like us at this show. The show was held in several gigantic tents in the middle of a particularly large field on a Marine base. This allows for more actual Marines to actually attend the show than would otherwise happen. (For instance, tomorrow we go to an Air Force event at a hotel, and in 3 weeks we attend the Army show, where only half the attendees will be actual soldiers or flyboys. Most attendees will be contractors and suits from downtown DC. The real soldiers will be working back at their bases.) Being around the actual clients makes for an interesting week. It's just depressing. These kids, and yes, I do mean kids, come up to you in their green camis, acting all big and tough, like they think…


Has it really been five years already?

The night of Sept 10th I had worked at one of the two fire departments I was a volunteer fire fighter at. We had gone on a record number of calls that night, and had no sleep. I got off duty at 7 a.m. and went home to my parents' house in Fredericksburg, VA, where I was temporarily living. I ate breakfast, and realizing I was due back on duty in less than 12 hours at my other fire department, I opted to sleep on the couch, rather than my bed. My theory was naps are on couches, sleeping is for beds. I only had time for a nap. I turned on the morning talk shows, and around 8 am started to doze in and out. As a result, I had the TV on when Katie Couric first started explaining what was happening in New York.

I was still trying to make sense of what Katie was talking about when my dad called and told us something was happening. He was at work in DC. A ward member had stopped by to help my mother with a project, and the two of them had …

The Battle for a Young Girl's Heart and the Title of Prince Charming

Once upon a time there was a young lady who had a little indecision problem. She never could make up her mind. Or rather, she could make up her mind, but then change it again very quickly for various reasons. But she was capable of making a decision. It was just sticking to it that she couldn't do. This made for a very complicated love life at times. She recently made a decision that lasted several whole days. For her this was rather ground-breaking. That never ever happens! Much to the delight of several friends, she thought she had seen the light and decided on just one boy. There had been another boy in the picture, but boy #1 outshone him, and she picked him. It was nothing against #2, for he was a very good choice as well. For several days she was happy with her choice. But then #2 turned on his guy radar and figured out she had started to stray away from his rather magnetic tractor beam. So he turned on the charm and confused her. To make matters worse, #1 cho…

The Big 6

Last January I was working on the upcoming trade show calendar when I realized that 4 of my 5 most stressful events were going to all occur in a six week back to back period. So I have had the last 8 months to dread the next six weeks. And it has finally hit. I'm finally here getting ready for liftoff. There's still lots to do, and it will never really feel like I have completed everything. But I'm ready. Bring on the bizarre shipping mishaps, bring on the lost documentation, bring on the freak show gun nuts, and bring on the scary old men who want to tell me how to use a gun. Because, really, how much could a girl standing in a gun manufacturer's trade show booth really know about the product she's spent the last 8 months preparing to show?

Bring it on!

The Writing Life

The Writing Life

Stacer, Jules, Miss Hass and others living a life requiring *writing,* I thought you might enjoy this article. I relate to all sides!

**edited Monday evening**

Reading this article just hit home for me- from both the point of view of a writer and as someone who wants to be a writer. I especially like the opening paragraph, "People often ask writers how they became writers. It is an exceedingly difficult question to answer because when you actually start to explain how you got to where you are, the person who asked you is already bored. This is because what they really want to know is how they can become a writer; how they can avoid your mistakes and pitfalls and go straight to the glamorous, exciting, fulfilling life that they assume you lead."

There is never a succinct or simple answer to that question, "How did you become a writer?" It has now been 3 months since we stopped writing the column and over 2 years since we actually wrote the book. It …

George Carlin Rocks

Got Traffic?

Thursday night was one of those, "Why do I live in DC again?" traffic moments. Generally my commute home is about 45 minutes. However, on this special night it took me 45 minutes just to go 45 feet. Cause of the back up? 18 wheeler vs 5th wheel vs Geo Metro. 6 fire engines, 1 ambulance, and 1 air lift later, they ONLY had to block 8 lanes of traffic (2 directions) to clear the scene. Please note how the accident was in the southbound lanes (mine), but they also were kind enough to block the northbound lanes. I was a fire fighter, I'm sympathetic. But then they landed the bird in the southbound lanes! Whatever. The good news is I still made it to Bilbo Baggins (the restaurant) for dinner with my cousin on time. The bad news? It took me 1 hr, 45 minutes total to get the 22 miles from my office to the restaurant. (It should have only taken me 22 mins.)