Strange Dream

I had a dream last night that I was dating Michael Phelps while he was still in the middle of all of his Olympic competition, but his coach, Tony couldn't find out because I was too much of a distraction. Strange. Mostly because I don't really think Mr. Phelps is that attractive. Sure, he's got muscles that never end and can be mildly attractive (see his arms in the picture to the left. Those who really know me know how weird I am about forearms), but then I see his teeth. And then I feel like he looks a little awkward. I think it's because it looks like his mouth is too wide for the bone structure of his teeth (if that makes any sense). So, anyway, here's to me and Michael. Hopefully we live strangely ever after.

P.S. I'm off to Nauvoo with my ward today! What a way to spend Labor Day weekend. :)

FIRE!!!

One of my executives is moving to Salt Lake at the end of this week and I had to run by the house he'll be living in to check some stuff out before he moves in. As I was driving, this is what I saw. I couldn't help but take a picture.

This picture is zoomed a little, but this is the view from his front porch. Pretty scary!

The fire did get put out eventually, but I can only imagine how nervous all the homeowners close by were! Since I was so close and watching the planes go right into the smoke, I couldn't help but think that firefighter's are more brave than I'll ever be!

Help a Sister Out!

I feel like all of you married women have really let me down! Why didn't anyway give me the rules to snagging a man? Check out this link. I want answers, not excuses!

P.S. Do all of the suggestions in the comments help or hurt? Not too sure.

What just happened?

Moments ago, there was a knock on the door. A very enthusiastic knock. I open the door and there's some random dude at the door who asks, "Has a chick in pink spandex come by your house?" Um...what? I told him no and he proceeded to tell me that he needed to get 20,000 points to get kicked out of the country for two weeks to Australia. Again, what? If I helped him out, I'd get a "bug off" sticker so the chick in pink spandex wouldn't be coming around. 

I might have indulged in his little spiel a little longer if I wasn't the only one in the living room and wasn't fearful for what this weirdo was really up to. But seriously, what? Who does that? I don't get it.

Greetings

I'm up in Deer Valley at a conference this week. This is honestly one of my favorite weeks of the year. It's the only time I get to see a lot of our reps, whom I love. Even though it's chaotic and I'm eating my first meal at 9:30 tonight (outside of two cookies and some Diet Coke), I wouldn't trade the lack of sleep for anything.

Now, as a man in business, greetings are easy. It's a handshake and maybe a half hug. Women don't have it so easy. The approach is always so awkward. Is he going to shake my hand? Hug me? If it's a hug, is it a half hug or a whole hug? Am I going to have to kiss on the cheek, or is he going to think I'm crazy for trying that (even though there are one or two reps that I wouldn't mind the kiss from)? AAAAH!!!!!! See how one could go crazy? Or maybe I'm just neurotic.

Adult?

There are moments in my life where I feel a little bit of a disconnect. Today was one of those days. Here I was, sitting in a meeting, spouting off opinions that people were actually listening to and while I'm having this conversation out loud, I couldn't help but think, "I'm an adult. I'm really having this conversation." I don't actually think of myself as an adult most of the time; not in the way I perceive "adult". Especially when I'm not in a work environment. I guess my age probably dictates otherwise. I suppose this is exactly what a "disconnect" is, though, right?

I Love Second Sundays

I just got home from my parents' house where we have family dinner every second Sunday. It is such chaos with 8 nieces and nephews and 1 cousin running around, but I wouldn't trade it for anything! I am so grateful that I have siblings (including the in-laws) who are more than just siblings, but friends as well. It is so much fun to go and hang out together and eat (because eating is always good).

It's kind of a different experience for me, because I'm the only one without kids of my own, but man these kids warm my heart. I almost always get greeted with a hug and a smile (the hugs are less frequent as they get older and are "too cool") and I love getting to see the funny things they do.

Anyway, I couldn't be more grateful for the life I've got right now!

Diversity

As I was driving home from the gym tonight (shock number one), I realized that I had diversified my drinking habits today. Not only did I have my usual staple of Diet Coke, I also had a nice mix of water AND orange juice in there (shock number two). Chalk one up for some sort of record!

Addictive Behaviors

I need to first thank Kim for the fantastic photo below.

Now, in this picture you can see two of my addictive behaviors. One: The Twilight books (I'm done with Breaking Dawn! Loved it.) Two: Diet Coke. Witness the three that kept me company near the couch while reading ALL DAY yesterday.