To all those
who make work enjoyable
who make work enjoyableTuesday, December 19, 2006
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Thursday, November 30, 2006
me
I've recently realized--well, I've secretly known this for a long time--that I only want to blog when I shouldn't be blogging.
okay, back to work. . .
okay, back to work. . .
Friday, November 24, 2006
death by kayak
It's true what they say. In a matter of seconds your life can change. My life changed today by way of kayak.
I knew it was there, subconsciously at least. I've almost tripped over it many times. But today I was just in a hurry. And I couldn't see my feet. And the kayak came out of nowhere and took me down.
It might not have been so bad had I not been carrying that large, awkward GearTrade order I was taking over to the shipping department. It was some sort of metal/plastic sled contraption, which looked more like a sure way to die than have fun on the hill.
I fell hard. I'm not sure exactly what happened; if the sled landed on my wrist or if my wrist just hit the cement floor, or if it was a little combination of both. But when Cheryl, Brandon, and Brenda came rushing over to see if I was alright, all I knew was my wrist was in pain.
It wasn't broken. I could move it. But to cover all my bases I was told to go fill out an incident report. Matt, the HR guy, had already left for the day. I found a manager who could help me. Together we found the forms we needed on Matt's (extremely messy) desk. I filled out the incident report and was then given a little slip of paper for the First Med Urgent Care facility and was told I could go get my wrist checked out if I wanted to.
I went and got it checked out. I didn't want to have a hairline fracture or chronic problems down the road because of this and not have them documented. I want bcdc to be responsible for this--worker's comp!
Nearly two hours later I walked out of that urgent care facility with a splint on my left wrist and on my left knee. I got to pee in a cup ("after accident drug testing"), get my bones x-rayed, and help a doctor and two nurses figure out how my wrist splint worked. It was an exciting time.
I guess I may have slightly damaged the cartilage in my knee. I have to wear the splint for one week before going back for a follow-up knee visit. Where I fell on my wrist a fracture won't show up for two weeks. Until then I have to wear the splint just in case it is fractured. I go back in two weeks for a check-up and more x-rays.
Oh, what a fun day it was at work. And to think, I only had about five minutes left of that place.
I knew it was there, subconsciously at least. I've almost tripped over it many times. But today I was just in a hurry. And I couldn't see my feet. And the kayak came out of nowhere and took me down.
It might not have been so bad had I not been carrying that large, awkward GearTrade order I was taking over to the shipping department. It was some sort of metal/plastic sled contraption, which looked more like a sure way to die than have fun on the hill.
I fell hard. I'm not sure exactly what happened; if the sled landed on my wrist or if my wrist just hit the cement floor, or if it was a little combination of both. But when Cheryl, Brandon, and Brenda came rushing over to see if I was alright, all I knew was my wrist was in pain.
It wasn't broken. I could move it. But to cover all my bases I was told to go fill out an incident report. Matt, the HR guy, had already left for the day. I found a manager who could help me. Together we found the forms we needed on Matt's (extremely messy) desk. I filled out the incident report and was then given a little slip of paper for the First Med Urgent Care facility and was told I could go get my wrist checked out if I wanted to.
I went and got it checked out. I didn't want to have a hairline fracture or chronic problems down the road because of this and not have them documented. I want bcdc to be responsible for this--worker's comp!
Nearly two hours later I walked out of that urgent care facility with a splint on my left wrist and on my left knee. I got to pee in a cup ("after accident drug testing"), get my bones x-rayed, and help a doctor and two nurses figure out how my wrist splint worked. It was an exciting time.
I guess I may have slightly damaged the cartilage in my knee. I have to wear the splint for one week before going back for a follow-up knee visit. Where I fell on my wrist a fracture won't show up for two weeks. Until then I have to wear the splint just in case it is fractured. I go back in two weeks for a check-up and more x-rays.
Oh, what a fun day it was at work. And to think, I only had about five minutes left of that place.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
fun for the whole family.
Peter and I want to host a swim meet. It will be at Steiner Aquatic (our home court, obviously we want the advantage) in January. So bring your swim team and join in the fun. It is for all ages and skill levels. Prizes and trophies will be involved. And hey, maybe even t-shirts. I know that's enough to get most of you right there. It's a family oriented event, so bring your little ones, old ones, not really related ones and come swim like you've never swam before.
Just remember: swim fast, win a prize!
Just remember: swim fast, win a prize!
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
I will follow you into the dark
The other day, at our BBQ O' Love, Katy and Jim sang us a little love song in honor of our upcoming marriage: Death Cab For Cutie's I Will Follow You Into the Dark. I heard it on the radio yesterday and these lines got me a little choked up. . .
You and me have seen everything to see
From Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of our shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It's nothing to cry about
'Cause we'll hold eachother soon
This is Pete and Me. Tomorrow we start the adventure.
From Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of our shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It's nothing to cry about
'Cause we'll hold eachother soon
This is Pete and Me. Tomorrow we start the adventure.
The Waxing Extravaganza
I had a sparty yesterday afternoon at Spa Vitoria. It was the full treatment. Well, the full wax treatment anyway.
If you remember my last waxing experience at all, you'll remember the pain and disaster. Eliza loves to give me a hard time: "You can run a marathon and you're so tough, but you can't even wax your legs!" Okay, a home waxing treatment is just not worth the pain and horror. I'm sensitive.
But yesterday was different. Despite the fact that the lady was ripping my leg hairs out, it was actually quite relaxing. The table was warm, the music was relaxing, the warm wax going on felt like a dream! (not so much like a dream when it was being ripped off) I felt like I was being pampered! I urge anyone who hates shaving to go in for a treatment. You won't regret it. And I know that those around you will appreciate it too. Sometimes, girls, we just have to go through a little pain for the one's we care about; do it for love!
If you remember my last waxing experience at all, you'll remember the pain and disaster. Eliza loves to give me a hard time: "You can run a marathon and you're so tough, but you can't even wax your legs!" Okay, a home waxing treatment is just not worth the pain and horror. I'm sensitive.
But yesterday was different. Despite the fact that the lady was ripping my leg hairs out, it was actually quite relaxing. The table was warm, the music was relaxing, the warm wax going on felt like a dream! (not so much like a dream when it was being ripped off) I felt like I was being pampered! I urge anyone who hates shaving to go in for a treatment. You won't regret it. And I know that those around you will appreciate it too. Sometimes, girls, we just have to go through a little pain for the one's we care about; do it for love!
Thursday, September 21, 2006
gettin' hitched: an update.
4. marry the raddest guy, in the temple
so it turns out my cute foreign exchange student boyfriend, keith albertson, asked me to marry him a while back. and it also turns out that I said yes.
I'm gettin' hitched.
we're at t-minus six days now. the bbq o' love is tomorrow. all the plans are set and everything is pretty much ready to go. life is moving forward.
it's exciting to think about what life will hold. the future is always an uncertainty but at least I know I have my best friend and teammate to go through it with. one thing I do know, life will always be an adventure. and I'm excited.
I love you, peter!
post script: sorry for the complete lack of blogging lately. life's been busy. but I hope to make a come-back to the scene, so watch for the blogging extravaganza 2k6 in the future. maybe a trip log of the european honeymoon extravaganza??? perfect.
so it turns out my cute foreign exchange student boyfriend, keith albertson, asked me to marry him a while back. and it also turns out that I said yes.
I'm gettin' hitched.
we're at t-minus six days now. the bbq o' love is tomorrow. all the plans are set and everything is pretty much ready to go. life is moving forward.
it's exciting to think about what life will hold. the future is always an uncertainty but at least I know I have my best friend and teammate to go through it with. one thing I do know, life will always be an adventure. and I'm excited.
I love you, peter!
post script: sorry for the complete lack of blogging lately. life's been busy. but I hope to make a come-back to the scene, so watch for the blogging extravaganza 2k6 in the future. maybe a trip log of the european honeymoon extravaganza??? perfect.
Saturday, June 17, 2006
I'm a sell-out. . . Or just a sucker for blue.
I sold out. I bought the Cat's Meow even though I have a North Face boycott in place. How did my life get reduced to this? To buying North Face products???
I had debated in my heart for a long time regarding sleeping bags. Down? Or synthetic? Each have their strengths and weaknesses. I had finally decided on getting the Arroyo sleeping bag made my Marmot. A while ago I sat in on a gear clinic (back in the day when Meagan Scriven and I were allowed to go to gear clinics) by a Marmot rep. He preached the good word of Marmot down bags and I became a believer. So what changed my decision?
After the DTGR talk with Keith Albertson I decided I'd give the Cat's Meow a shot. We set up the tent in my wildnerness area (because it still needed to be aired out anyway from his Alaskan sabbatical) and I slept there for two nights. It's true, the bag was pretty nice. But I was still conflicted in my heart. What really made the decision for me were two factors: price and color.
Okay, okay. I'm a sucker for blue. I love all the shades of blue (it's my favorite color, lest you thought hot pink was. That's a close second.). And who doesn't love a cheaper price? Especially when you're poor! The Arroyo bag only came in grey--which although is a very nice color, just not my preference--and was practically a hundred dollars cheaper. Not to mention the fact that it only came in standard sizes (regular or long) and not a women's specific fit. I am also a sucker for women's specific products, because hey--I am a woman. So all those factors combined in making my choice for the boycotted brand of The North Face.
I've slept in it once already. I'm sleeping in it again this weekend. I really love the two-toned blue. It goes well with my hot pink therm-a-rest sleeping pad. Now I know camping isn't a fashion show, but what good is doing something if you don't look hot doing it?
I had debated in my heart for a long time regarding sleeping bags. Down? Or synthetic? Each have their strengths and weaknesses. I had finally decided on getting the Arroyo sleeping bag made my Marmot. A while ago I sat in on a gear clinic (back in the day when Meagan Scriven and I were allowed to go to gear clinics) by a Marmot rep. He preached the good word of Marmot down bags and I became a believer. So what changed my decision?
After the DTGR talk with Keith Albertson I decided I'd give the Cat's Meow a shot. We set up the tent in my wildnerness area (because it still needed to be aired out anyway from his Alaskan sabbatical) and I slept there for two nights. It's true, the bag was pretty nice. But I was still conflicted in my heart. What really made the decision for me were two factors: price and color.
Okay, okay. I'm a sucker for blue. I love all the shades of blue (it's my favorite color, lest you thought hot pink was. That's a close second.). And who doesn't love a cheaper price? Especially when you're poor! The Arroyo bag only came in grey--which although is a very nice color, just not my preference--and was practically a hundred dollars cheaper. Not to mention the fact that it only came in standard sizes (regular or long) and not a women's specific fit. I am also a sucker for women's specific products, because hey--I am a woman. So all those factors combined in making my choice for the boycotted brand of The North Face.
I've slept in it once already. I'm sleeping in it again this weekend. I really love the two-toned blue. It goes well with my hot pink therm-a-rest sleeping pad. Now I know camping isn't a fashion show, but what good is doing something if you don't look hot doing it?
Sunday, June 04, 2006
DTGR
today I had a small discussion with keith albertson about gear. it was a heated debate that was kindled by my hatred for north face. I have decided to boycott them for reasons I will not discuss here. something along the lines of poor products and lame reps.
our tif started when he tried to convince me that the cat's meow was in fact the 'cat's meow'. I scoffed at him and said it certainly would not be the 'cat's meow' because North Face makes the bag. keith on the other hand believes I will be converted and forgive North Face of all wrong doing after sleeping in the cat's meow. we'll see I guess . . .
our tif started when he tried to convince me that the cat's meow was in fact the 'cat's meow'. I scoffed at him and said it certainly would not be the 'cat's meow' because North Face makes the bag. keith on the other hand believes I will be converted and forgive North Face of all wrong doing after sleeping in the cat's meow. we'll see I guess . . .
Monday, May 15, 2006
The Eskiminian Within
I am the not so Eskiminese Eskiminian these days. In fact, people practically don't recognize me at work anymore. I have shed the layers of my Inuit heritage. But even though I may not look like the little Eskimo anymore, I am holding that Eskiminese spirit deep down within. She guides me like the great spirits of old. Whenever you have a hard decision to make, consult your Eskiminian within. Just ask yourself, "What would the Eskiminese do?" And you will always know in which direction to go.
WWTED!
WWTED!
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Spam Poetry?
Amazing Opportunity for the USA!
evil prettier gym.
leader cousin approach pronunciation central.
short discuss action burst word seize? rich taken sign if similar principle, ticket may different.
thought allowed cant need justice friends.
everyone however situation foot become. important oh luck.
--Concetta Meredith
I don't usually look at spam emails... but this one caught my attention. I think it's either abstract poetry or a code of some sort. I was too scared to open the attachment; hey, I'm no dummy. But it's fun nonetheless.
evil prettier gym.
leader cousin approach pronunciation central.
short discuss action burst word seize? rich taken sign if similar principle, ticket may different.
thought allowed cant need justice friends.
everyone however situation foot become. important oh luck.
--Concetta Meredith
I don't usually look at spam emails... but this one caught my attention. I think it's either abstract poetry or a code of some sort. I was too scared to open the attachment; hey, I'm no dummy. But it's fun nonetheless.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
The true meaning of home teacherness
My home teachers are leaving me and I'm really pretty upset about it. I can honestly say they've been favorite so far. You know how HT's always say, "If you ever need anything, let us know." And you're always like, "Yeah, sure. Bla bla bla..." Well, for the first time in my life we've really taken this to heart.
Need a vacuum? Call the home teachers. (and hope they don't get too mad when you bring it back broken. or just with a full bag.)
Need a table for a random holiday party? Call the home teachers.
Need a ride to the airport to drop off a rental car? Call the home teachers.
Need a gas can? Call the home teachers.
The list goes on and on. Even though they don't often come over and give us a lesson--we've had such lessons as hacking into a secured wireless internet connection (from Jonny), or keeping the sabbath day holy: "I know it's the sabbath, I respect that" (from Pete, as he justifies skiing on a powder sabbath day)--I really feel that they've captured the true meaning of home teaching: caring for the flock.
And now they're leaving. Jonny started moving out the non-essentials yesterday. He's moving back home to save money to go to grad school or some such nonesense. Pete, Jim, and Ty are all moving into their friend Scott's new house. How could they do this to me? Now I wont have anybody to hang out with who lives conveniently three houses up the street. This is all very sad indeed.
Our next home teachers will probably only come out of responsibility. But hey, maybe they'll have a vacuum too.
Need a vacuum? Call the home teachers. (and hope they don't get too mad when you bring it back broken. or just with a full bag.)
Need a table for a random holiday party? Call the home teachers.
Need a ride to the airport to drop off a rental car? Call the home teachers.
Need a gas can? Call the home teachers.
The list goes on and on. Even though they don't often come over and give us a lesson--we've had such lessons as hacking into a secured wireless internet connection (from Jonny), or keeping the sabbath day holy: "I know it's the sabbath, I respect that" (from Pete, as he justifies skiing on a powder sabbath day)--I really feel that they've captured the true meaning of home teaching: caring for the flock.
And now they're leaving. Jonny started moving out the non-essentials yesterday. He's moving back home to save money to go to grad school or some such nonesense. Pete, Jim, and Ty are all moving into their friend Scott's new house. How could they do this to me? Now I wont have anybody to hang out with who lives conveniently three houses up the street. This is all very sad indeed.
Our next home teachers will probably only come out of responsibility. But hey, maybe they'll have a vacuum too.
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Do good on the hike, you get a bag of dope.
So I work with this guy named Jason. He's a pretty funny guy in a really weird and random way. Camilla goes to school with his wife.
He's going to start a Christian Youth Camp one day. Teaching life skills with a little sprinkling of the good word. Let's not forget that it's a three year commitment. They'll be like nomadic travelers. Roaming around in the remote, deep woods. Mostly because they'll be running from the law.
See, Jason's Christian Youth Camp is different. He believes you shouldn't deny the kids what they're going to do anyway. He will reinforce skills and good behavior with rewards they want and will relate to. Learn to build a fire... maybe you'll get a whistle. Show you can do some Leave No Trace... you'll get food at the end of the day. Do good on the hike... get a bag of dope. There will probably be canteens full of beer as well. Because we all know how healthy that stuff is, not to mention the fact that it's a performance enhancing drug.
He's just a Christian guy trying to instill Christian values... and get lit along the way.
He's going to start a Christian Youth Camp one day. Teaching life skills with a little sprinkling of the good word. Let's not forget that it's a three year commitment. They'll be like nomadic travelers. Roaming around in the remote, deep woods. Mostly because they'll be running from the law.
See, Jason's Christian Youth Camp is different. He believes you shouldn't deny the kids what they're going to do anyway. He will reinforce skills and good behavior with rewards they want and will relate to. Learn to build a fire... maybe you'll get a whistle. Show you can do some Leave No Trace... you'll get food at the end of the day. Do good on the hike... get a bag of dope. There will probably be canteens full of beer as well. Because we all know how healthy that stuff is, not to mention the fact that it's a performance enhancing drug.
He's just a Christian guy trying to instill Christian values... and get lit along the way.
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Bike Tour extravaganza
I was just thinking today how it would be fun to ride in the Salt Lake Marathon Bike Tour. Who's in? I know that Paul and Robert are actually running the thing, so I guess they're out. And maybe those pregnant people are out too. So who does that leave??? Chris? Mary?? Come on, who wants to do it with me???
I suppose my grandpa might want to do it. I mean, come on. He did it last year. "...and then they gave me a medal!" said my grandpa, eyes wide with excitement. And I suppose my grandpa might want to do it on a tandem trike thing. Honestly, I'm a little scared of that. So Chris, it's all you.
Well, if you're in or thinking of being in just let me know! Yeah for bike tours!!!
I suppose my grandpa might want to do it. I mean, come on. He did it last year. "...and then they gave me a medal!" said my grandpa, eyes wide with excitement. And I suppose my grandpa might want to do it on a tandem trike thing. Honestly, I'm a little scared of that. So Chris, it's all you.
Well, if you're in or thinking of being in just let me know! Yeah for bike tours!!!
Thursday, March 02, 2006
all that road going
I went on a roadtrip with my roommate to Portland, Oregon:
Saturday: Wake up at 3:15 in the AM! Pick up all the right people and get on the road by 3:30'ish. Sleep. Wake up with half the trip behind us. (Best way to travel!) Continue roadtripping. Arrive in Portland. Heidi and Mary head off to Heidi's grandpa's 80th birthday party. Chelsea and I go to Burgerville in hopes of the best onion rings in the world, but the Walla Walla onions are seasonal and it was a no go. And then. . . taco and game night!!! I'm a new fan of the game 25 Words or Less. Good times, for sure. If the game fairy ever decided to drop it off on our doorstep, I wouldn't complain.
Sunday: Lazy day. Lounge around the house until 1:30 church. Go to church and meet no tree hugging EC's. Come home from church (a wee bit early) and make some dinner. Or have Chelsea make some dinner really. Eat. Lounge some more and then eat a fabulous desert.
Monday: Roadtrip to the coast. We went up through Washington to the northeast corner of Oregon and dropped down into Astoria. We would've climbed the great, big tower to overlook the town and the sea, but it was foggy and it wouldn't have been worth it. We kept driving south to Cannon Beach. Chelsea and I walked along the beach after going to Bruce's candy store. Apparently, the saltwater taffy is the best from Bruce's. We walked down to the famed Haystack Rock where we happened to meet up with Heidi and Mary. It was a fun little coincidence. It started to get a little rainy, so we headed back to the car.
Tuesday: Run in Tryon (amazing!). No wonder some of the best runners have come out of Oregon, it's too pretty not to run in this state! Hit up Powell's book store and got lost among the many books and various rooms -- Rachael, you would love this place! Went out to eat with one of Chelsea's friends and her boyfriend. It was some good Lebanese eatin'.
Wednesday: Hit the road. Made a stop at Multnomah Falls for a short little hike to the top of the falls. Hit the road some more. Made a stop in Pendleton for some gas and to satisfy Jason Latour's list of demands. Really hit the road. We were originally going to leave on Thursday and just drive our faces off. We decided to leave on Wednesday and split up the drive instead. Chelsea Woodbury is a rockstar, though, and powered through the drive. We pulled into the driveway around 12:30AM on Thursday morning. It was quite a trip.
Basically I fell in love with western Oregon. Don't be surprised if you see me packing up all my earthly possessions and heading west. Northwest, that is. I could live in a cute little town off the coast, like Seaside. Or I could see myself in the hills of Portland as well. Maybe in the area around Lewis and Clark College? Either way I would be so close to the beach where I could surf my face off without the SoCal crowds. It's a win-win situation. I am in love.
Yeah for roadtrips!
Saturday: Wake up at 3:15 in the AM! Pick up all the right people and get on the road by 3:30'ish. Sleep. Wake up with half the trip behind us. (Best way to travel!) Continue roadtripping. Arrive in Portland. Heidi and Mary head off to Heidi's grandpa's 80th birthday party. Chelsea and I go to Burgerville in hopes of the best onion rings in the world, but the Walla Walla onions are seasonal and it was a no go. And then. . . taco and game night!!! I'm a new fan of the game 25 Words or Less. Good times, for sure. If the game fairy ever decided to drop it off on our doorstep, I wouldn't complain.
Sunday: Lazy day. Lounge around the house until 1:30 church. Go to church and meet no tree hugging EC's. Come home from church (a wee bit early) and make some dinner. Or have Chelsea make some dinner really. Eat. Lounge some more and then eat a fabulous desert.
Monday: Roadtrip to the coast. We went up through Washington to the northeast corner of Oregon and dropped down into Astoria. We would've climbed the great, big tower to overlook the town and the sea, but it was foggy and it wouldn't have been worth it. We kept driving south to Cannon Beach. Chelsea and I walked along the beach after going to Bruce's candy store. Apparently, the saltwater taffy is the best from Bruce's. We walked down to the famed Haystack Rock where we happened to meet up with Heidi and Mary. It was a fun little coincidence. It started to get a little rainy, so we headed back to the car.
Tuesday: Run in Tryon (amazing!). No wonder some of the best runners have come out of Oregon, it's too pretty not to run in this state! Hit up Powell's book store and got lost among the many books and various rooms -- Rachael, you would love this place! Went out to eat with one of Chelsea's friends and her boyfriend. It was some good Lebanese eatin'.
Wednesday: Hit the road. Made a stop at Multnomah Falls for a short little hike to the top of the falls. Hit the road some more. Made a stop in Pendleton for some gas and to satisfy Jason Latour's list of demands. Really hit the road. We were originally going to leave on Thursday and just drive our faces off. We decided to leave on Wednesday and split up the drive instead. Chelsea Woodbury is a rockstar, though, and powered through the drive. We pulled into the driveway around 12:30AM on Thursday morning. It was quite a trip.
Basically I fell in love with western Oregon. Don't be surprised if you see me packing up all my earthly possessions and heading west. Northwest, that is. I could live in a cute little town off the coast, like Seaside. Or I could see myself in the hills of Portland as well. Maybe in the area around Lewis and Clark College? Either way I would be so close to the beach where I could surf my face off without the SoCal crowds. It's a win-win situation. I am in love.
Yeah for roadtrips!
Thursday, January 19, 2006
Thursday, January 12, 2006
chasing waves
So I'm going to SoCal tomorrow. Okay, technically Mesquite, but then SoCal on Saturday. Too bad I hear it's supposed to be overcast and rainny all weekend. How am I ever supposed to surf my face off all day and all night if it's raining?
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