Thursday, July 31, 2008
Recently, I became aware of Tyson and his story, through Due West and the Nashville Tribute to Joseph. This song was written by the guys involved with DW and NT for Tyson, as a tribute from Tyson to his mother. It's beautiful and moving. I hope you will take the time to watch it, and maybe even help pass along the song, story and video. Thanks!
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
1. Started a new job.
2. Had to start waking up before 7 am.
3. Actually got paid. Not in full still, but I did get paid.
4. I admitted (in my own head and out loud) that I have a crush on someone.
5. Maybe even 2 someones, but probably just one.
6. Got new clients for my own consulting business. Scary!
7. Realized yet again that I really do have the most generous and incredible friends ever. And not one made me feel stupid for needing love and help!
8. Decided it's time to make plans to hike Kilimanjaro, and start training for it.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
8:02 am: The human has been sucked into the blankets on the big thing in the middle of the room. I must free the human so it can play with me again. I will attack the long things under the blanket.
WOAH! Whatever evil hides under the blanket has retaliated against me. I must have caught 3 inches of air that time. I will pounce again, followed by multiple bites, I am sure this time it will succumb to me, and I will release the human from it's snares... Ooh look! An arm! First, I must chew on the arm for a few minutes. I do love a good tasty arm.
WOAH! The large human hand has tossed me to the floor. Ooh, is that a string. I must kill the string. Wait, what was that invisible thing that just ran past the door. I must chase and attack it.
Drat. The invisible thing has disappeared again. I will run laps around the sofa and couch to make sure the invisible thing has not invaded my lair. Maybe I will break the land speed record this time. Or at least my personal best. Wait! What is that gray furry thing that keeps following me everywhere? I shall attack it.
YEOUCH! The furry gray thing behind me has yet again bested me. With every bite I deliver it somehow bites me back. How does it do that? Hmm.. Well maybe next time. Wait, where is the human? Oh no! Still trapped in the big thing under the blankets. I will free the human. First, I must scale the slippery blankets. SUCCESS! I have found the human. It looks dead. I will bite it's face a few times to be sure. OH GOOD! It is alive! Excellent. I will snuggle with it. Ah... perfect. Nothing I love more than sleeping on the human's chest.
8:03: That was enough snuggling. Must investigate what hides beneath the blankets. LEGS!!! I LOVE LEGS!!! Ooh and what meaty thighs. I could live off the right one alone for months. It is a little early for fatty meats, but a few bites couldn't hurt, right?
8:03:07- DANG THAT HUMAN! It has thrown me to the floor again. Does it not know how hard it is to scale these blankets. Oh no! The blankets are moving again. How do they do that? I shall cry for help from the human! HUMAN! HUMAN!! The blankets keep waving, and I might fall!!!! AAAGH! I have hit the ground. Again. Fine, I will get a running start from the front door, make a flying leap, land on the blankets, and attack those long things under them. I must save the human.
8:04: Darn. Yet again, I have hit my head on the blankets. Didn't get enough height on that last jump. Maybe if I try again? No, I'll just scale the blankets and get the human. Ooh look! A hand! I love hands! I think I will play with it. Nom, nom, nom,nom. Yum. Uh oh, the hand is reaching for that big gray thing the human puts in its lap. Does the big gray thing not understand that is where I belong? Crap, the human is tapping with its fingers again. CAN.NOT.RESIST! MUST POUNCE! MUST HAVE THE FINGERS!!!
8:06: WOAH! Caught some serious air that time. Maybe 5 whole inches. Will retaliate and climb on to the human's shoulders, and pounce from above. Now, if the human would just hold still I can climb up it's arms I can make the summit by 8:07. I wish the human would wear a shirt more often. Climbing up bare skin can be so tricky. Oh NO! My human is screaming in pain. It must be the evil things under the blankets. I will pounce and attack them. I will save my human!!
8:07- I have freed the human from the blankets. It does not look happy. I should polish it's ankles for it. That will make it happy. Hmm.. The human still doesn't look happy. I should climb it's legs to its shoulder and snuggle with it. That always makes us both happy. Dang, again with the bare skin. Where are the human's jeans when you need them? Oh no! The human is screaming again! I will lick it's hand, that makes it better. Oh good! The big hand has put me on the shoulder, saving me the hassle of navigating the legs further. How convenient! Mmm... shoulder. I do love a good shoulder to snuggle on.
8:08: The invisible invader has reappeared. From this perch on the shoulder I should be able to launch myself and attack it in the air!
8:08:30: Wow. Hard landing! Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time. Now, what next? Oh I know. I was going to cry so the human will feed me. A kitten cannot live on legs alone you know. Ooh, feet! I love feet. So much fun to attack as they walk across the room. But they do hurt when they step on you. In fact, I still owe the feet a few good attacks after yesterday's step/smush accident. Man, these feet are tricky to pounce on. They move so fast. But that doesn't matter! I am faster! I shall get them!
8:09: Hmm... what is the human doing? We haven't snuggled in a whole minute at least. Ooh, look. It is headed for the couch with the square gray thing again. Perfect! I can help it type. I love typing. Crap. The big hand has put me on the floor again. Well, no bother. I will climb the human's bare legs again, and get back up.
8:10: The hand wants to play rough today. It keeps swatting me away from the gray thing. Does the gray thing not realize the human loves me more? Ooh, look string. I shall attack. That string will never see me coming!
8:10:03: Success! I have killed the string. Ooh, look, arms! I haven't eaten an arm in forever. I must have some arms!!!! Oh no! The human is screaming again. I know what will make the human better! I will snuggle with it on its chest. It loves that. Ah... perfect. I love to snuggle with my human. Now, if I could just make the hands stop typing. All that noise is disturbing my napping. I know... I will launch myself from this chest, attack the fingers, kill them, and sleep on the gray thing. Ready, set, pounce!
Friday, July 25, 2008
I've endured many deaths and funeral in the last ten years. I've talked about that before. But this one was different (they are all always different) because it didn't really affect me. It affected my two siblings (and my parents who knew him as well). And the big sister in me has had her heart breaking all week for what my brother and sister are feeling. I know too well the pain of losing a friend so young and out of the blue. In this case, the autopsy was completely inconclusive and we have no idea why a perfectly healthy young man just stopped living.
My dad has been telling me about the funeral. He described it as unorthodox and fun. And I got to thinking. I really really don't see funerals as a religious ceremony. I'm not sure why. I do see the reasoning behind religious ceremonies at a funeral though. But really, I want funerals to be a celebration. I don't want them to be more sad and somber than they already are. The funeral today had pictures and country music. Which is just perfect for the redneck boy being remembered. I've said more than once to anyone I think might remember, that I want "Bye Bye Baby" by the Bay City Rollers played at my funeral. I would also ask that my casket be carried out by friends on roller skates, but I don't think that would be safe for my dead body, or the pall bearers.
So I want to know what you think? What do you want your funeral to be like? Deeply somber and religious? Fun and happy? No funeral, just toss me to the fishes? Tell me! Got any other great songs for a funeral?
Okay, so Pioneer Day was actually yesterday (Thursday), but it's still today for me, since I won't be sleeping anytime soon. For all you non-Utahans, and/or Mormons Who Don't Care, Pioneer Day is a Utah state holiday commemorating the Pioneers journey West and the settlement of Utah. It is celebrated as widely and with as much energy as the 4th of July.
My holiday was simple enough. Go to the pool to work on the tan, play with the kitten, watch some X-Files, go to Heber City to see Due West and the Nashville Tribute to the Pioneer Trek. DW did a GREAT job, and I really enjoyed seeing the Trek show. I've seen the "Joseph show" several times now (first post on it was Jan 2006), but this was my first "Trek" show. I've heard the album a few million times, and I love it. I know the first impression of "mormon country music" just doesn't go over right for some people. But seriously, you haven't really heard the Porter Rockwell story until you have heard it with country music.
Brad and me (another one I'll never put on their blog). Brad is actually an entire head taller than me. He's crouching, and I'm on my toes wearing heels, and we still barely got in the same shot.
The night out was a fun and needed break from this new reality I am in. Everywhere these guys go to perform they add more members to their "family." I suppose I'm in that family myself now. This family is made up of people who give of their time and energy willingly to support these great musicians. Some are actual relatives, some are just like me- really big fans. But the great part is, they all just open their arms and hearts to everyone else involved in these projects. After a crazy stressful week, I really enjoyed a night of talking to some of the nicest, kindest, and generous people on God's green Earth. As compared to the very cut-throat professional world I find myself in, it was very refreshing and welcome for a night.
And maybe just as importantly (as saving my sanity) several of them were aware of me because of what I do for DW. And much to my surprise, many of them inquired into having me do some work for them. Between this development, several job interviews, and all of my past clients asking me to do projects for them, I have a lot to evaluate about what I want to do next. So many doors have opened, that I have no idea which one to pick.
In the meantime, pray for me, cross your fingers, do your rain dance, whatever you do, to help me get paid tomorrow. Payday was a week ago, and I've yet to see any money. Funds are really tight. There may be a lot of open doors, but they aren't producing a profit yet. If I don't get paid soon, the kitten and I are going to get very hungry.
Also, in a new turn of events, the kitten has figured out how to scale my dresser and open the top drawer on his own. I fear this can only be a bad thing, as he seems to have trouble getting back down. I had no ideas kittens required this much time and attention.
Happy Pioneer Day, y'all!
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
So no job, no money. It's a great combination. But like I said, the good news is that more than one former client has come to me with work to do in the meantime.
There's a lot going on, like how my old company is getting sold to a new company. Today my whole team was interviewed (including me) by the new company. And I couldn't be happier or prouder that my team all went in there and defended the team. No one took an "each man for himself" mentality. And given the circumstances, that is amazing. I wouldn't have questioned anyone's motives for going in there with that mentality. It makes me feel like no matter what crap may be said about how and why I had to leave the company, I know I did a good job there.
Now there is a lot to think about and figure out and question about the future. Where to go and what to do. And more importantly, what to do about money in the meantime?!
My advice to the world, start ups can be fun and exhilarating to work for. The highs and successes are fantastic. But the reality is that when they tank, it happens fast, and you'll get little to no warning to save yourself.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
So without further ado, here are my Top Ten Reasons I Don't Mind Being Unemployed Today
10. I don't have to be at work dealing with the never ending frustrations.
9. My favorite client is going with me.
8. Squiggy is more than happy to keep me entertained, and I am happy to entertain him.
7. Lots of great people have already helped me on my way to getting my next job.
6. I got to job hunt while sitting by the pool today.
5. I've discovered Plurking. No job= lots of time to plurk!
4. I got a nap today.
3. I witnessed Squiggy jump off the couch, launch on to the drapes, and climb to the top of the drapes (8 feet up), and then fall.
2. Lots of time to sing and dance to the "Mamma Mia" sound track in my apartment!
1. The entire season 6 of X-Files arrived courtesy of Netflix today. If you don't think I upped my Netflix subscription to get the whole season at once this week, you would be wrong.
Monday, July 21, 2008
It is fitting that for such a big post I would be so incredibly frustrated. Why fitting? I don't know. It just is because this blog seems to be the place I take out my frustrations.
The last few weeks have had some great highs, as well as some very very irritating lows. I've enjoyed every minute of the highs, and yet had to put up with several frustrating moments where I could control nothing.
It is these highs and lows that have lead to me going on my third job in one year sometime in the near future. Which definitely falls under the category of "Things I Could Not Control." There are many parts about this that are good. And many that are bad. All I know is I just want it to settle down.
And I wish more than anything I was in a position to say more. But I'm not. Because I don't know anything. I know my company was sold to another company, and I am considered one of the resources that was sold off. I have no control in the situation. And in case you aren't aware, I LIKE control.
The last few days, and I'm sure the next few days are going to require patience out of me like I have never had before.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
This is pretty much Squiggy's favorite thing to do all day. If he isn't curled up under my chin he's busy attacking my hands and feet. I'm covered in scratches. I wasn't planning on declawing him, since there's a puppy coming soon, and the claws seemed necessary. But I am starting to reconsider that option now. He's already proven that he's able to claw up my bare legs, hop onto my dress, and climb up to my shoulder. It was cute the first time. Not so much every time since then.
In spite of my whining, I think he's a pretty darn cute cat. I'm glad I got him.
The little guy crawling over my shoulder in the picture here is Squiggy, my newest little fur baby. He came to join me today by way of the Palooza Clan. He's a feisty little bugger. Normally I wouldn't post such an incredibly unflattering picture of myself. Nor would I post such a non-interesting picture of my kitten. But so far this is the closest I have come so far of getting a picture of him that isn't a total blur as he goes streaking by.
Squiggy won't be alone for long. I'm getting a puppy to join him in a few weeks. The puppy will be named Lenny, for those who care.
DANG! Since starting this post Squiggy has attacked the laptop full force, causing the corner of the screen to fall right into my face, hitting the cheekbone right under my eye. (I was laying on my back with the laptop up on my knees above me.) Pretty much no question about it. I'm going to have a black eye tomorrow to go along with my sundry of scratches. OUCH!
That all being said, I really like the little guy. He's very cuddly and cute. And in serious need of a puppy companion to play with.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
While I do love this film, it also bugs me that it was even considered a noteworthy topic. Why is it so interesting that girls are "good as" boys? That just bugs me! It shouldn't be so interesting. It should just be a matter of fact that, yes, girls and boys are equal.
Thoughts? Comments? BS?
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
After the Great Artichoke Disaster of 2008 last night, I put the still smoldering hot pot down on a dead planted pot on my balcony. Because my apartment had filled up with smoke, I turned off the a/c and left my balcony doors open for the night.
This morning I came out to find my living room seemed to still have a smoky haze going on. I looked on the balcony to see my former planted pot smoking significantly! I pulled the melted artichoke pot off of it to discover a mulch fire in progress.
Apparently I forgot all those years as a volunteer fire fighter I spent putting out mulch fires. I cannot believe I was so stupid!
And now I am at work, paranoid that I smell like a mulch fire. It's going to be a long day.
Monday, July 14, 2008
It was that strange one day of the year where I was craving fresh vegetables for dinner. I even went so far as to drive to the store to buy an artichoke, avocado and butternut squash. Why? They sounded good at the time. I also wanted a cucumber, but forgot to get one.
They seemed so easy to cook. Squash in the oven. Raw avocado. And just steam the artichoke, right? I took the steamer thingy tray out of my rice cooker and put it in my big new pot. It was a perfect fit, like the were meant to do that.
Just add water and the artichoke, right? It seemed so easy. I turned the artichoke around a few times, and then suddenly heard the strangest hissing noise. I looked over and realized there was black smoke filling the kitchen. This is one of those times where having a sense of smell may have helped a few minutes sooner.
The entire steamer thingy tray had completely melted. There is white goo all over my beloved artichoke. Do you like how there is still smoke coming up out of the pot in the picture??
All I can say is, it seemed like a good idea at the time.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Friday, July 11, 2008
I just had a very interesting meeting with another potential client. I can't go in to much detail here, but basically I need to get some honest feedback from y'all- both single and married.
1. What do you think of video profiles on an online dating site?
2. Would you be more or less likely to click on a profile if there was video? Why or why not?
3. Would you load a video of yourself on a dating site? Why or why not?
4. Let's say there was a cable channel (on-demand) where you could watch video profiles. Would you watch that channel?
5. Would you watch an on-demand channel just for the entertainment value (if you are married)?
6. Do you (married or single) go to dating sites just for the entertainment value (ie- mocking profiles)?
7. If there was a singles event where professionals were making videos (and you didn't have to do it at home on the webcam), with interviews and questions, even candid footage, would you get your video done? Why or why not?
Open honesty welcomed!
2. I have a couch, drapes, and the cutest bed spread ever now.
3. I hate my new blackberry. Hate it with a passion. Stupid thing has issues. But the happy thought? Getting lots of text messages from my friends to help me rebuild my address book Sprint accidentally deleted.
4. The Olympics will start in 28 days and 9 hours. At which point, this blog will go 95% Olympics I predict.
5. I had the best time ever with Little last night at a Bees baseball game.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
So for now, hopefully in a one time only rare appearance, I give you K-Fed, to put into words how I am feeling.
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Monday I woke up with a cranky stomach again, but just figured it was because I was hungry still. No big deal. I ate a frozen dinner for lunch that was of a peculiar nature, and blamed the resulting stomach ache on that. But it never got any better. Dinner came and went, and the same thing happened. My stomach just revolted- even after eating one of my favorite foods. By 10 pm, I finally gave in and took something for the stomach ache. It was just awful. I could not sleep at all through it either. I was up till 4 am just sick with a stomach bug.
I woke up today at 7 am, still just feeling lousy. So I called in late to work, thinking I just needed to take it easy this morning. Ha. I hate some applesauce and flat Coke, and got so sick all over again, that there was no hope for going into work. I stayed in bed (didn't even migrate to the living room) until 3 pm. That is when I went to Walgreens for something to help settle my stomach. I took the anti-nausea liquid someone recommended to me, and got sick from that before I even made it home.
Which is when I noticed that my entire parking lot is flooded. There's a roto rooter truck in the middle of it all, with water all the way up to the top of the bumper. If I had the energy to climb up and down the stairs, I'd go take a picture for you. But I don't have that kind of energy. You'll have to trust me, it's a rather amusing sight.
I drank some 7 up, and ate 2 ginger crisps. And so far... no disasters yet. But I'm starving and need something else in me. So wish me luck. I'm off to attempt chicken broth and sitting on the living room couch.
Saturday, July 05, 2008
Naturally the entire point of going up on Wednesday night was to play with the girls. Which I did. And somewhere along the way, I let Jules convince me (around midnight) that getting up at 5:45 am to participate in a 5K was a good idea.
Here is a picture of Jules and me at approximately 6:45 a.m. Have I ever mentioned my complete and total distaste for waking up before 8 am???
Now, if you want to read a cheery thought and see happy pictures of a race, visit Keli's blog. Keli actually ran the 5K. She liked it. I remembered I have asthma and haven't taken my inhaler in over a month. Ouch.
After getting all hot and sweaty at the crack of dawn, we went over to Chez Hiatt (code word for Jules' parents' house). Her parents made us a really nice big breakfast. I can't remember the last time I ate breakfast, let alone a good one.
Then it was time for the whole Palooza clan to go to the parade. I love parades. I love F-16 flyovers. I love floats. I cry when the Scouts carry the flag past. I cheer for the cheerleaders. And I like to heckle the floats that throw candy and squirt water guns.
And the best part? The Ogden Cherry Days parade is ALL about throwing candy, and not just candy! They throw frozen Otter Pops! Have you ever been hit by a flying Otter Pop? Ouch.
This is Juli attempting to open an Otter Pop with her teeth.
Andi is also known as Miss Photogenic Ogden sometimes.
Bryan is really tall. Mike isn't actually that short. I love optical illusions.
Then we (and by we I mean Juli's family and me, and not the whole extended clan) went back to Chez Palooza to get ready for the big party. Well, some people got ready for the party. Others of us decided that snuggling with little girls on the couch and watching Disney Channel was helping in our own special way.
Big party? Oh yes, there was a big party.
A big party for Cali's 8th birthday and baptism!!
I'm pretty sure my blog audience is about 95% Mormon, and they all understand the significance of the 8th birthday. But for the 5% of you who don't, I shall explain. In the LDS Church we get baptized at 8 years old- the age of accountability. This is considered to be the age where a child knows enough to make the decision to be baptized in our Church on their own. The Palooza family chose to pull out all the stops to honor Cali on her special day.
Today was also another big day for me. I'm a volunteer Big Sister with the Big Brothers Big Sisters program, and today was my first day to have "Little" with me alone. I was excited just to have her with me. And excited to introduce her to Cali, who I am hoping will be doing more activities with us in the future.
How big was this party? I'd say about 50 people big- equal amounts adults to children. Bryan (Cali's dad, Jules' husband) made absolutely the BEST BBQ I have ever had. Funny quote from Little as she tasted B's bbq sauce, "This ketchup tastes TERRIBLE!" Juli made a very cool "volcano cake" that involved chocolate lava, dry ice, and a virgin we considered sacrificing. (And no, I'm not talking about me.)
Oh and there was a bounce house. The kids went to town in the bounce house! They LOVED it!!
This is Little.
(Yes, I took a picture of Jules' bum. What are friends for??)
But why should the kids have all the fun?
Juli and I cleared all the kids out for a minute and climbed in ourselves!
And yes, I was wearing a dress in the bounce house.
And this is Juli stuck in the bounce house.
And me stuck in the bounce house. (do try and NOT look up my skirt! i've already checked, there's nothing to see there.)
And Juli getting stuck coming out of the bounce house.
And apparently Cali had my camera and used the video function. This little video should give you a quick glimpse into the insanity.
And last but not least, I think Sydni's face here wraps up all my feelings on the weekend!
Thanks Palooza Family for letting me hang out all weekend!
Thursday, July 03, 2008
I got this from my friend Heidi's blog. Some lighthearted fun for the holiday weekend!
Here are the directions:
1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments.
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
I'd call this the perfect summer night.
Thank you to the commenters on the novel passage below. I really appreciate it. I hope a few more people leave some feedback as well. When Juli and I wrote Beyond Perfection I never really faced a monumental block. There were days where it was hard to be disciplined and keep writing. But I never really got frustrated and unable to decide what to do with a character. Many writers will tell you that the characters tell them where they will go. And that is very true. I do feel that at times. I think the block this time is my own personal emotional block, unwilling to let the characters have to feel certain pain, because it means I will have to feel it as the writer as well. I'm not sure if that will even make sense outside of my own head. But there you have it.
Where I am and where I'm headed. Literally a 30 degrees difference! I might need to rethink my packing strategy.
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