spiders

so i was sitting at work today--big surprise, huh--and i scanned over my little desk/"office" space and to my horror, there's this ginormous black spider just chillin' on the top of this cardboard box. trying to remain calm and hide my somewhat obvious state of panic, i yell, "hey that's a really big spider. without even realizing it my legs are bent up so my feet can rest on my chair. "big spider?" that's presto, sales rep for eastern states. he glides over to have a look. by this time i'm on top of my desk. "yes," i say, "it's huge, kill it." i feel such like a child but that thing is big and i don't know it's origin or whether or not it's poisonous so there i sit atop my fake cherrywood desk while presto reaches into the box our spider friend sits and pulls a GoldTip catolog from it. WHACK! "oh no, where'd it go?" "you didn't get it presto!" "oh i'm sure i did, there's no way that spider could have escaped that hit." i tried to gain some comfort from his words but the facts were plain: there were no spider guts anywhere to be found, and lots of tiny crevices and cracks everywhere. for all i knew, that little vile arachnid could have been in my purse or on my chair. we still haven't found the remains of the spider or the living version, so needless to say, as i type this blog my feet and bent legs crowd my chair...

slow afternoons

so i'm sitting at work, it's post-lunch hour time, which--i'm not sure if anyone else feels the sameway--is probably the longest and slowest part of the whole day. i don't understand it but i think the culmonation of the heat, the full tummy (PB&J today) and building up of energy that cause the minutes of the afternoon hours at work to just C R A W L by so slooooowly. it's kind of ridiculus and i don't understand it. i want my afternoons to go by as quickly as most mornings do...any suggestions, let me know because googling all my friends gets old after like 20 minutes.

sunday dinner

i have come to realize a recent phenomena in my life and the lives of many college students now attending BYU. this phenomenon can be informally called the SUNDAY DINNER FEASTING FRENZIE PHENOMENON. i know it sounds crazy, but the fact of the matter is that this is real and its affects span not just provo but all of mormondom as we know it. now as you read the following, don't be alarmed if any of these symptoms describe your sunday behavior. i know that the truth is sometimes hard to grasp, but realization is the first step to recovery. continue taking deep breaths in and out and try not to be frightened...here are the symptoms common to most plagued by the sunday dinner feasting frenzie phenomenon:

1. early church...of course. those late saturday nights in no way allow enough sleep to be had before the alarm sounds sunday morning
2. skipping of the most important meal of the day...because the snooze button is depressed a considerable amount of times sunday morning, this results in tha "chicken running around with its head cut off" syndrome. skirts, ties, shoes, jewelry, all being flung around into disarray as the perfect sunday outfit is found...this of course leaves no time for breakfast, which incidentally is the most important meal of the day
3. sunday post-church nap...this lends back to symptom #1. due to the lack of sleep and the exhaustive nature of sunday service, the post church person is left completely exhausted. almost before the tie is completely untied and the heels completely taken off, snoring resounds loudly from the depths of every room.
4. free food...this symptom is the most confusing of all. the cause is unclear but definitely present. due to the culture of mormondom, the act of sunday dinner is usually a family affair. with that concept in mind, family, such as mothers, aunts, grandmothers, are usually involved, which further leads to the prospect of extremely good tasting, home-cooked, not-straight-from-a-box, food that the subject does not have to pay for monitarily.

as one can imagine, the cumulation of these four and sometimes more symptoms, leaves the subject ravenous, in more ways than one. the first couple symptoms lead to a "eyes bigger than the stomach" syndrome, but the concept presented in the fourth symptom suggests that the subject will continue eating, long after he/she is full...which finally results in the sunday dinner feasting frenzie phenomenon.
TREATMENT: because prevention of this phenomenon has yet to be discovered or even attempted, the best treatment to be suggested is a post-sunday dinner nap and a church movie.

friends

i really think that it is amazing that we are able to have friends on earth, and that we are not subject to roam this crazy place called earth alone, but that there are people who come and joine in the journey with us, where ever it may go...

awake

don't you just hate it when you are super duper tired, and you know you're tired and your body know's you're tired, yet you lie awake in bed for hours on end in silence, staring at the ceiling?

queen of catan

i finally jumped onto the bandwagon of mormon gamedom. yes i am addicted to the game settlers of catan (i don't even know if that's how you spell catan). for those of you strangers to this gamers delight, it is a strategical conquering game much like risk (time lengths also compare). i must say that i was a reluctant bandwagon jumper because i have heard the stories of this game and the sick cycles it puts them into. so every night now for the past few weeks there i am, along with two or three other suckers, huddled around a quaint gameboard dotted with red, yellow and white game pieces. sadly though i have been unable to master the settling part of the game. i always fight a good fight but am never victorious in my endeavors to become the true "king of catan" and hear my fellow playmates worship me as their ruler. but last night proved to be a different story. among the company of three other feisty gentlemen i was declared the queen of catan for the first--and hopefully not the last--time.

banana pancakes

that jack johnson song pretty much describes my favorite food of all time. it sounds like a weird combo but it's like a little slice--or stack--of heaven. you start with the pancakes, i prefer biquick but any ole pancakes will do. then you slather the peanut butter over them instead of butter it's gotta be crunchy. yum....next slice the banana and put slices all over the pancake. final touch: syrup all over. pour yourself a glass of milk and enjoy!

gas-n-go

so i work as a receptionist at this place that sells and manufactures hunting arrows...don't ask completely random i know. today lynette, my boss asked me to run to the gas-n-go down the street. she usually asks for a 20 oz. diet pepsi filled to the brim with ice. no problem. well today the orders came early and they came a little taller than usual. lynette hands me a large jamba juice mug, four quarters and barks, "mug rootbeer filled to the top with ice." like an obedient puppy dog, i quickly grab my oversized sunglasses, car keys and start out the door. "WAIT! don't leave yet!" it was copo the northwestern states sales rep. he is an odd man with a somewhat quiet disposition. slowly i turn to face him standing in the doorway of his office. without another word he bolts out to his truck. i look out to the parking lot to see copo's legs flailing around outside the car. what is he doing in there i wonder. momentarily he's back inside the lobby and dumps a dollar bill and some loose change in my open palm. chocolate doughnut and mountain dew. ok, sure. if that's not the weirdest order i've ever heard. off i go. everytime i drive to gas-n-go i can hear that song that people somehow try to turn into a thanksgiving song--you know the one--"over the river and through the woods, to grandmother's house we go..." i don't know why but it just pops in my head, maybe because i'm off on this little journey and i definitely have mission. so i pull into gas-n-go, which is the epitimy of a slumpy gas station. but they supposedly make really good cookies and stuff and their ice machine makes good ice, or so i've heard. once inside the building i head straight for the fountain drink machines...fill the two orders and proceed to the checkout counter. they know me by name at this place. funny thing is is that i've never been there of my own personal accord...yeah...i order a chocolate doughnut, reach into my denim skirt pocket for the change and push it toward the lady behind the counter. so getting the ten feet to my car is going to be tricky...three things to carry: rootbeer, mountain dew, doughnut. i start to panic. then to my delight i realize that the jamba mug is outfitted with the wide mouth, perfect for doughnut storage and transport. with that figured out i step away from the counter i slide to the door. to my luck it's on of those push to open doors...sweet no additional effort on my part. but to my horror a gust of wind rolls past me just as i step into the outside air. the doughnut starts to slip. almost instinctively, my left arm lurches over to catch the falling chocolate confection. luckily the doughnut remians unscathed, but the lotion on my hands causes the mountain dew to slip from my arm which is now craned in an unnatural angle. 32 oz of mountain dew splatter all over my feet and bare ankles. embarrassed and feeling much like a puppy with her tail between her legs i run in and ask the cashier, who has seen the whole fiasco through the wall of windows at the front of the store, if i can refill, which i quickly do and leave the gas-n-go...until next time

my first blog

i'm really new at this blog stuff so we'll see...this is definitely my first!!