So, last month I cut my hair short.
Two weeks ago, the Relief Society president cut her hair short.
This week, the second counselor cut her hair short.
The secretary swears she won't do anything of the sort.
And all of this becomes moot in a month when the president moves to Utah, but it's funny right now.
If only I could use this power on guys...
12.08.2007
You really shouldn't have
"So, I found you a boy last night, and I'm pretty sure he's Mormon."
My coworker and her 85-year-old mother went out to buy a tree. It seems that in the process, they were helped by "the nicest guy." Now when most people buy a tree, they walk onto the lot, pick one, pay for it, and leave. Not her. Somehow she managed to get his whole life story, including the fact that his dad played football at BYU (which lead to the conclusion that this guy is Mormon). So, in addition to his alleged religious status, she told me he played football himself; he's tall dark and handsome; and he is currently at the Paul Michelle hair dressing school (but is not effeminate or gay). Oh, and my coworker thought it would be awkward to mention me at all.
Call me crazy, but there has got to be an easier way to meet people besides hanging around tree lots trying to figure out which guy sold a tree to my coworker Tuesday night with nothing but that description to go on.
My coworker and her 85-year-old mother went out to buy a tree. It seems that in the process, they were helped by "the nicest guy." Now when most people buy a tree, they walk onto the lot, pick one, pay for it, and leave. Not her. Somehow she managed to get his whole life story, including the fact that his dad played football at BYU (which lead to the conclusion that this guy is Mormon). So, in addition to his alleged religious status, she told me he played football himself; he's tall dark and handsome; and he is currently at the Paul Michelle hair dressing school (but is not effeminate or gay). Oh, and my coworker thought it would be awkward to mention me at all.
Call me crazy, but there has got to be an easier way to meet people besides hanging around tree lots trying to figure out which guy sold a tree to my coworker Tuesday night with nothing but that description to go on.
12.04.2007
By small and simple things
So last summer while we were trying not to melt in Boston, we stopped at a mall kiosk selling zipper purses. We were quickly approached by the kiosk salesman, who being the smarmy salesman type, struck up a conversation.
"Where are you ladies from...CIN-ci-na-ti?"
"No, we're from Wyoming."
"Oh. I do not know where CIN-ci-na-ti is, but I like to say it."
He told us he would cut us a deal if we sang him a song from where we were from. So my mom, sister, and I launched into "Home on the Range." Then of course to get the price he was offering, we had to buy 4. Then if we bought one more he would give us one free. He kept saying, "What about little Suzy in Wyoming? She needs a Christmas present!" We ended up with six coin purses and a really fun memory.
So on Saturday when I misplaced mine at Target, I was more upset about the purse than what was inside (not money; I use mine to hold chapstick and nail clippers and other flotsam that ends up in the bottom of my purse). I knew it was dumb, but the purse was a tangible reminder of my experience on that trip.
So as corny as it sounds, I said a little prayer that someone would find it and turn it in to customer service. And someone did.
"And now what evidence have ye that there is no God, or that Christ cometh not? I say unto you that ye have none, save it be your word only. But, behold, I have all things as a testimony that these things are true; and ye also have all things as a testimony unto you that they are true; and will ye deny them?"
"Where are you ladies from...CIN-ci-na-ti?"
"No, we're from Wyoming."
"Oh. I do not know where CIN-ci-na-ti is, but I like to say it."
He told us he would cut us a deal if we sang him a song from where we were from. So my mom, sister, and I launched into "Home on the Range." Then of course to get the price he was offering, we had to buy 4. Then if we bought one more he would give us one free. He kept saying, "What about little Suzy in Wyoming? She needs a Christmas present!" We ended up with six coin purses and a really fun memory.
So on Saturday when I misplaced mine at Target, I was more upset about the purse than what was inside (not money; I use mine to hold chapstick and nail clippers and other flotsam that ends up in the bottom of my purse). I knew it was dumb, but the purse was a tangible reminder of my experience on that trip.
So as corny as it sounds, I said a little prayer that someone would find it and turn it in to customer service. And someone did.
"And now what evidence have ye that there is no God, or that Christ cometh not? I say unto you that ye have none, save it be your word only. But, behold, I have all things as a testimony that these things are true; and ye also have all things as a testimony unto you that they are true; and will ye deny them?"
11.16.2007
Things that make me awesome
* I just fixed my wireless network all by myself. Okay, I used the trouble-shooting website. But no geek squad, no computer nerd friends, no tech support in India. Even better, everyone in the house can now get on the network.
* I fixed a schedule not only by adding all the lines, but by noticing that it went from July to September. That may not make sense to anyone else, but it made the project manager happy.
Okay, so that's all I got. But I'm pretty excited about the network. Internet is a beautiful thing.
* I fixed a schedule not only by adding all the lines, but by noticing that it went from July to September. That may not make sense to anyone else, but it made the project manager happy.
Okay, so that's all I got. But I'm pretty excited about the network. Internet is a beautiful thing.
11.13.2007
Label the available
People should come with warning labels. I'm tired of flirting with guys who turn out to be married (or engaged or dating seriously or otherwise taken). I'm tired of thinking a guy is into me only to find out he's that nice to everyone. Maybe this girl had it right.
P.S. -- How awesome is it that you can access all those old Letters to the Editor? I just found out and it's pretty much the coolest thing ever.
P.S. -- How awesome is it that you can access all those old Letters to the Editor? I just found out and it's pretty much the coolest thing ever.
11.08.2007
11.04.2007
Life's a journey; enjoy the ride
Yesterday my papa turned 50. I, being the respectful daughter that I am, bought him an Old Guys Rule t-shirt. He, being my papa, loved it. Today when I called to talk to the family in general, the first thing he told me is that he's 50. I said he was taking it remarkably well. I loved his answer: "Well, the only alternative to being old is being dead." That's my dad. Having a bad attitude isn't an option. I like to think I picked up some of that optimism, though I haven't perfected mine as well as he has.
Other reasons I think my dad is the greatest:
* He eats ice cream with a fork. You could always tell when dad had gotten into the ice cream on his lunch break because of all the little fork marks. We as kids used this to our advantage--if we ate with a fork too, we could always blame him for sneaking into it. Oh, and he always has to test the ice cream to see if it's "poisoned." It always is, so he generously offers to eat it for us so we don't have to suffer.
* He introduced me to the Muppets and the Beach Boys. As a result, I was the only 8 year old on the planet who thought that the Beach Boys were better than New Kids on the Block (which they are, but no 8 year old thinks that). He also got me hooked on BYU football by taking me to the 1996 BYU vs. Texas A&M game.
* He is an incredible example of service. It seems like he's always getting called in to help people move or give blessings or anything else he's asked to do. He's always done his home teaching too, which is something I admire as an adult attempting to visit teach.
* He's always willing to listen. I remember calling him one Friday afternoon when I was having a really hard time at school. He listened to be cry and complain for a good hour while I'm sure he had other things to do. He handled a lot of late-night panic I-can't-do-this calls too. He also listened to my beanie baby business plan, my "nobody will ever love me" post break-up whining, and my crazy idea about moving to California.
Happy birthday, Dad!
Other reasons I think my dad is the greatest:
* He eats ice cream with a fork. You could always tell when dad had gotten into the ice cream on his lunch break because of all the little fork marks. We as kids used this to our advantage--if we ate with a fork too, we could always blame him for sneaking into it. Oh, and he always has to test the ice cream to see if it's "poisoned." It always is, so he generously offers to eat it for us so we don't have to suffer.
* He introduced me to the Muppets and the Beach Boys. As a result, I was the only 8 year old on the planet who thought that the Beach Boys were better than New Kids on the Block (which they are, but no 8 year old thinks that). He also got me hooked on BYU football by taking me to the 1996 BYU vs. Texas A&M game.
* He is an incredible example of service. It seems like he's always getting called in to help people move or give blessings or anything else he's asked to do. He's always done his home teaching too, which is something I admire as an adult attempting to visit teach.
* He's always willing to listen. I remember calling him one Friday afternoon when I was having a really hard time at school. He listened to be cry and complain for a good hour while I'm sure he had other things to do. He handled a lot of late-night panic I-can't-do-this calls too. He also listened to my beanie baby business plan, my "nobody will ever love me" post break-up whining, and my crazy idea about moving to California.
Happy birthday, Dad!
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