Thursday, December 30, 2010

Broken!

I dropped my phone one too many times, and it broke into pieces.

*sob sob*



That phone has seen me through a lot.  I've had it for 5 years.  I think that's a long time for a phone.

Don't get it confused with my touch screen Samsung that I dropped in the toilet.  That phone I had for a short time before it passed away.  This was my back-up, go to phone, when I was in between phones.

The first picture I took with this shattered phone was of Weston Aland.

Wow.  I don't even talk to him anymore.  I wonder how my old buddy is doing.  He got married a couple of years ago and then we just stopped talking.  It's all good.

Anyway, my new phone.... The LG Encore.


It's just like my Samsung Eternity, but newer, cooler, and not fried due to my stupidity (yet).

What's Up?

I'll tell you.

My assistant's last day was today.  I have appreciated all her help with everything.  Any task I asked her to do, she did it incredibly well.  I will miss her so much.  We got along so well!  We'll definitely still hang out. Habits?  Yes, please.

My manager is moving to Texas.  Her last day will be next Friday.  She will still be working with the company, but remotely.  I'm not sure if she'll still have "manager" status, or what.  I haven't had "the talk" with my boss yet as to what's happening.  I *think* I get her office.  I mean, Dana offered it to me, but sometimes they change their minds.  So, until I move in to that office, it will be a "maybe" thing.  2 weeks ago, I never saw this coming.  So many changes in a short amount of time.  I'm actually quite nervous.  Who knows what the future holds.

Merry Christmas

For Jesus' birthday, we visited with a lot of family, donated to charities, talked to missionaries, and gave a plethora of gifts.  It was magical.  I love my family and I love my friends.  They are too good to me.

It's hard talking to Jared.  It makes me remember how much I miss him.  9 months left!  Next time we talk to him, he'll have 3 months left!  My oh my.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

The Curse of the Lower Bowl

Are you familiar with my lower bowl curse?  Well guess what?  It's BROKEN!  Booyah!

Lance and I have sat lower bowl at Jazz games a handful of times.  The Jazz lost each of those games.  Therefore, when I sit lower bowl, I curse the Jazz.

This year, the Jazz decided to do something different for the season ticket holders.  They gave us "seat upgrade" vouchers that we can use 30 minutes prior to tip off, whenever we would like to upgrade our seats.  Basically they take the seats that they have not yet sold and upgrade you to the best available.  They recommend that you don't use them for games against popular teams, because those ones are more likely to sell out, and your upgrade might only be one row closer, if that.

We decided to use our upgrade one game, and we were thinking a few rows closer would be nice.

Oh no.  They didn't give us "a few rows".  They put us lower bowl.  Row 18.  Friends and family section.

Friends and family section?!?!  Row 18?!?!  Holy cow I was psyched!

We sat right behind friends of Fransisco Elson, and the family of Al Jefferson... and I'm sure many other random family members and friends.

The best part?  The Jazz won!

Finally!

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Missionary Homecomings

For some reason, today I couldn't help but think of what a terrible job my family did in preparing for Eric to come home from his mission.  We didn't have a big party meet him at the airport, I don't think we had balloons, we didn't even have a lot of people over at the house.  I honestly have no idea why we didn't do any of that.  In addition, we didn't even prepare him a room to live in.  Can you imagine how Eric must have felt?  I would have felt forgotten, not cared for, neglected, unappreciated, and many other things.
Then I realized...  Eric is the first missionary in my family.  Not just my immediate family, but my extended family.  Of course, I've had cousins go on missions, but I mean both of my parents have all sisters, no brothers.  So you see, I don't think they even thought about how to greet a missionary when he came home.  My dad went on a mission, but I'm not sure if his family welcomed him home or not.  In my parents' defense, they went to Panama to spend some time with Eric before he came home, so they weren't really around to plan a party or prepare things for him at home.

So here I am, almost three years after my older brother came home, feeling guilty about not doing more for him.  At least prepare the man a room!  I remember him saying that home didn't feel like home.  How sad is that?  That's why he moved out so fast.  That's why he married so fast.  On a side note, I don't think he made a bad decision in moving out or getting married soon after getting home. I love his wife, Katie.  But, it was sad to miss someone so much, and then never be able to see them because they were already gone again.

So what about Jared?  Will Eric get upset if we have a big welcome party for Jared?  I want Jared to feel like he's home when he comes home.  I want him to feel appreciated and welcome.  But I also want Eric to know that I regret not doing more for him when he came home.

Friday, December 3, 2010

Loca

Yo soy loca con mi tigre

That's the Spanish version of Shakira's Loca.

For those of you who don't HABLA ESPANOL it means: I'm crazy with my tiger.

Weird, since the English version is: I'm crazy but you like it.

Yep, same thing.




Anyhow, not much going on.  So if you're reading this to see what's up....  FAIL!