Fillmore Claim to Fame

Many, many …many years ago I was part of a tumbling class.  At the end of each class we would have a back bend endurance contest … I don’t want to be boastful … but I won those contests many a time.  And several years ago I was part of the largest Guinness World’s Records pillow fight.   Those few experiences are all that I have been able to claim in terms of fame …. that is until last night.  Last night was the BYU Philharmonic: Evening of Concertos.   No I did not perform …. but Mitchell’s brother’s wife did and I figure her fame has a trickle down affect in the family.   Ashley played a 13 minute cello solo with the orchestra accompanying her.  That guuuurl got skills fo’ sure.  She showed that cello who was boss. She was all over the bridge of that cello doing all sorts of finger aerobics.  You did us proud Ashley.  Thanks for making the Fillmores famous.

Morgan and Ashley in all her tangerine glory

Mitchell was called to be keeper of the flowers.

Merry March 12th

I have been looking forward to this day for a very long time.  I should have made a paper count down chain.  I woke up so giddy and excited.  Sounds a bit like Christmas right?  This morning might have been slightly better than Christmas morning …. this morning was my last day working at the gym.    You heard correctly … I gave my two weeks notice a while back …. adios! chao! sayonara! hasta la vista! toodles!  

pic taken at 3:00 am on Friday March 12, 2010 … the blessed day has arrived.

 

My 3:00 am alarm has been exterminated (Mitchell programmed my alarm to say “give me a kiss” because he didn’t want me to forget to give him a kiss before I left in the morning)

I hope I am not sounding ungrateful, wussy or picky …. this job came at the perfect time and it was good to me … but my body and brain just can’t handle it any longer … they are beginning to turn into mush … oatmeal … stinky pottage.   So from now on, I do not plan on waking up at 3:00 a.m. unless I have really bad heartburn or a terrible nightmare.

The Breakfast of Champions

Breakfast should be exciting.  Breakfast sets the tone for the entire day.  A boring breakfast of plain oatmeal puts a damper on my mood so I conjured up some magical pancakes.   Today is going to be great.

We Be Field Trippin’

The two best parts of school were surprise assemblies and … field trips.  I miss field trips.  So Mitchell and I hopped on our trusty blue steed and took a field trip.  

Destination #1 : Ensign Peak

Destination # 2 : Grand America. 

I love fancy pants hotels that have coooool fabric on the walls … such as this …..

 

This is where people lounge, and eat grey poupon I’m sure.

Mitchell lurking in the shadows.

 

Destination #3 Random cathedrals

(Tip: Old cathedral pews are not made for a giantess like me.  As you sit down, watch your knee and make sure it doesn’t smack the extremely sharp corner on the pew in front of you.  Such an occurrence may cause whimpering and a broken knee cap)

A very special couple.

     Ladies and gents … I’m proud to announce … SPRING!

Don’t Shaft the Craft

My friend Natalie suggested a while back that we have a friendly craft extravaganza.  Let’s get one thing straight, I am not a craftster.  I usually don’t like to be associated with crafts.  When I hear the word crafts I usually picture a table of older women painting wooden cut out scarecrows … using raffia, glitter glue and googlie eyes.  These awesome images also pop into my head. (please don’t be offended if these delightful creations are adorning your home this moment)   

 

I was thankful when Natalie arrived and raffia, glitter glue and googlie eyes were not present among her crafting supplies.  Natalie has taste, I had no need to fear.  So we gathered together around a bowl of awesomely good organic homemade granola (thanks to Seara) and began a craftin’.  And here are the end results ….

I’m super in love with my necklace I made …. It isn’t quite finished but here is what it will look like when I am done ….  tutorial found here http://pretty-ditty.blogspot.com/2009/10/beaded-fabric-flower-necklace-tutorial.html

and we made these super simple headbands…… http://racheldenbow.blogspot.com/2009/11/braided-headband-tutorial.html

and something similar to this …..

I will no longer shaft the craft.  I am not ashamed.

Strike 1 1/2

3 job interviews … in 3 days … all in Salt Lake City.  After sending my resume to a million quadrillion companies (okay, maybe only a million) during the month of January … I finally began hearing back from people last week.  The first of these three companies was Deseret News.  Deseret News … how cool would that be?  Working downtown … in a tall building .. wearing smart business clothes all the time.  I walked into the interview room and the layout looked a lot like something you would see on American Idol.  The room was empty except for a long table with 3 (the chief editors of Deseret News and The Church News) very intimidating people sitting at it …. and one lone chair in front of that table.  I took my seat and endured the interview, sweating and wincing the entire way.    I knew immediately I would not need to find any business clothes to add to my wardrobe.  Strike 1.

My second interview was with some trucking insurance company on the East side.  These people seemed a bit uptight for me.  I wish they would have thrown in a nice fluffy question amidst the deep soul searching questions …. like “ If you could be any animal what would like to be?” The tension was pretty thick in that interview and it was suffocating me.  Possibly strike 2 … haven’t heard back yet. 

Lucky interview #3 was with a wireless broadband equipment company … sounds riveting … I know.  The first interview went well enough they thought they would call me in for a second round.  I had my second interview yesterday … with their corporate offices in California … a webcam interview.   Nice.  Who knows what will come of this interview but as I drove home, Bob Marley serenaded me with words of wisdom … “Don’t worry … bout’ a thing. Cause every little thing … is gonna be alright.”  Maybe those were the drugs talking … but either way … thanks Bob.

 

Riff Raff

riff·raff
/ˈrɪfˌræf/ Show Spelled[rif-raf]
–noun
1.people, or a group of people, regarded as disreputable or worthless: a pack of riffraff.
2.the lowest classes; rabble: the riffraff of the city.
3.trash; rubbish.

I'm pretty sure the people of Odgen Athletic Club now consider me to be ..... riff raff. I wake up at 3:00 am, stumble into the shower, stumble out of the shower, throw some clothes on (without paying too much attention to my clothes), eat breakfast and I'm out the door to open the gym. I'm required to wear khakis and when I get home from work ... I'll be quite honest with you .... I usually drape them over the end of our bed. Well Mitchell and I were in bed the other day when he took a glance at my pants at the end of the bed and made an observation .......

Now, this may look small ... but trust me, its big enough to be embarrassing ... and its right on my .....bottom.

And just when I thought the worst was over ... Mitchell discovered ANOTHER one. A two finger width hole. What the heck? It's not like I'm working on a farm, taming tigers ... or climbing over barbed wire fences .... I sit at a desk for heaven's sake. Who even knows how long my pants have been in this state. Oh well.

Speaking of pants .... The semi-annual Savers "everything is 50% off" sale happened last Monday .... and boy did I find a steal. The moment I saw them I knew they had to be expensive. The detailing, the type of distressing ... and the style and placement of the back pockets .... you really can learn a lot about a pair of jeans thanks to the rear pockets. I got them for $5.00...brand new condition .....

I brought them home and told Mitchell I was sure they were worth at least $80 .... he doubted my judgment ever so slightly. We did a little research ......

You better believe they are posted on eBay this very minute