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Failure

2009-10-26T20:35:00.000-07:00

In this 1 pumpkin carving season I have completely destroyed 2 pumpkins. I made excuses about the first and I even have a good reason for the second but come on.. 2 hideous pumpkins from me?! Really? Me.. the carver of the stunning dolphin pumpkin, the girl that drempt up the funniest pumpkin at the largest pumpkin walk in town. Yes, sadly it's true. My carving sucked it up this year royally. I'm sorry world. All I can do now is hope for next year to be better.

Dance Class

2009-10-15T20:19:00.000-07:00

Yesterday was my final belly dancing class. The past 6 weeks have been fun and educational. I will miss my anorexic teacher and the Egyptian music.

Cookies

2009-07-23T12:40:00.000-07:00

How do the people of the world feel about cookies? There is no way to know… but my guess is that most people like cookies. They aren’t just a fad because people are still producing them after all these years. They are the sole reason for girl scouts and a grandma without a cookie jar is just a creepy, smelly person that could die at any moment.
Depending on the variety, I like cookies quite a bit. Sure I would rather have Tiramisu or even a snow cone but if the option is cookie or nothing I’ll take the cookie and thoroughly enjoy it.
Sometimes when I have a manageable day at work I will go to the cafeteria and buy lunch. Then I take it back to my office and continue working. Every now and then I will buy a cookie with my meal. I don’t really keep track but I’m guessing I eat about 3 cookies a month. Without fail my co-worker will comment on my cookie consumption.
“I wish I could eat cookies but I’m on this strict diet Bla Bla Bla Bla Blaaaaaa”
“Another cookie hu? How does your body handle the sugar?”
“When I first decided to give up cookies it was really hard but so worth it”
“Cookies have so much sugar in them. No wonder so many people have diabetes in this country.”
“My daughter-in-law allows her kids to eat cookies like that can you believe?”

I think the funniest part is that she is morally opposed to me eating cookies! Cookies of all things.

Could be bad for my face

2008-11-21T19:07:00.000-08:00

My job is weird for so many reasons. Today’s reason is that strange people work at hospitals. They love me and they hate me. It changes daily. When I get people what they want they act like I’m the cure for cancer. When I tell them it will be 6-8 weeks before they get what they want, they get in my face and yell to my face. From their face to my face!! Maybe they are jealous of me because they all have to wear frumpy scrubs and I get to wear classy outfits and heals. Maybe they love me because I try really hard. Or maybe they hate me because I’m a Bitch (right Jill?).

Last week I told Jason, from the “in-house” construction crew, that he needed to redo all the modular furniture in one of the projects he has been working on for months. (I want to feel bad about making him do this but I don’t because it looked like poo.) He looked at me with a glare that would make a weaker woman cry. He was very annoyed. Unfortunately many people at work get annoyed with my antics. Tough cookies people at work! I’m just doing my job.

Jason has been calling me every day this week with questions, which I assume are to make me decide not to have him do this work. Today at 8:15 a.m. I get a phone call from Jason.

“Hey Melissa,” He said, “Will you be at the hospital today at noon?”

“Yes” I said. Great, I’m thinking, I’ve just signed up to get yelled at latter.

“Good. Can I buy you lunch?”

“Umm..…sure.”

How did that even happen?!? From annoyed to asking me on a lunch date in less than a day. Does that make any sense to anyone?

One Of The Good Reasons

2008-10-14T17:28:00.000-07:00

Today I was asked, "Do you still Blog?" And so I'm blogging so that I can say, "Yes."
I like living in Salt Lake for many reasons. Some of them I expected, and some of them were surprises. One of the reasons I didn't plan on is this: I don't know anyone here. Now at first glance this seems like a negative because it means I'll spend some Friday nights all alone, there are few people to lend a hand if I'm in a bind, and I'll miss a lot of people that I have grown to love. Although these points make me sad sometimes I believe the perks of not knowing anyone in SLC are there.
I love going to the store in my pajama pants and not recognizing anyone. There are no familiar faces anywhere and so there are no awkward moments on the frozen food isle where I'm pretty sure I should know the name of the girl buying Bacardi daiquiri mix but I'm just not sure if it's Julie or Jessica and so I try to pretend that I don't see her even though I'm too close to not. The chances of running into the small number of people I know here are very slim. The area is greater and the number of people I am acquainted with is smaller.
Nobody knows anything about me. If I want to I can leave the whole "worked at Jamba for 4 years" completely out of my life story and that is a good feeling.
I'm bugged by less people. Because I only just know the people I do know I'm able to go places without seeing someone that annoys me. I can go out do dinner without being waited on by an idiot jerk face that I had an art class with freshman year. It's nice to have such a clean slate with the general public.
And so, even though some days I'm saddened by the fact that I don't know anyone, I choose to see this as a great reason to love my newish home.

Suprise! a cute thing

2008-06-11T18:18:00.000-07:00

Let me set the stage a little:

I work for a large healthcare company. I will be traveling around to hospitals frequently, but for now I’m mostly working from one hospital. My office there is in a house across the street from the hospital and about ½ block down the street. The house used to be the office for 5 people, but now it is just for me with the occasional afternoon when my boss works form the house. Sometimes it gets very lonely. The house is moderately sized and has a pretty yard. To get to the hospital to attend meetings and such, I take a little stone path through the back yard.

The story:

On Tuesday I walk out the back door to find a mother and father quail with about 20 quail babies. Have you ever been surprised by something so terribly cute that it breaks your heart a little? Don’t be sad if you haven’t. I doubt it is a common or useful emotional experience. The quail babies are about the size of a quarter. Soooo tiny! If I was one of those people that said to cute new babies, “you are so cute I could just eat you up.” Then I could probably make that statement and then eat all of these quail babies in one bite. I brought them some chicken starter the next day, but they were not interested. What do quail babies eat?

NEW

2008-05-22T19:14:00.000-07:00

I need to tell about two things that are new and going on in my life.

#1: I put my hands in my front pockets now. What is up with that?

#2: I have fallen in love. This man is a construction worker at my job, missing half of his front tooth, devastatingly attractive, and married. Last week I was waiting for the elevator and when the door opened he was standing there in his hard hat and filthy clothes holding a bucket. Gross right? Wrong. He said, “Hi Melissa” and I almost fell over. This is a breakthrough for me because I have never before found an intense “man’s man” attractive. I guess I’m growing up.

Even though I have a real job now I still spend time at my parents house eating cold cereal and playing cooking mama. It’s great, but rather boring. Because I have nothing else going on in my life I have turned into a bit of a workaholic. I make work phone calls during my commute and then during the 3 hours that I’m home and not asleep I check my work emails or think about how to resolve work problems. I run through names of co-workers and building floor plans before I fall asleep. I defiantly don’t want to live like this all of my life. I just need to get caught up because I’m the new girl.

Yoga

2008-01-30T18:07:00.000-08:00

I’m taking a yoga class this semester because I finally have time for it. Yoga is turning out to be my favorite part of the day. I practiced Yoga in high school, but until recently I did not realize how relaxing and fun it can be. I’m not really good at it but I think that I will improve. Yoga has also ignited my hippie tendencies. I’m wearing “live life green” and “love our planet” t-shirts to school, I really want to pierce my nose, and I envy people with dreadlocks. I think that Yoga was just what I was searching for in my life because in a couple of months I’ll be homeless and unemployed. Me and my Yoga matt can hit the road and be real true hippies. I just need to find out where one goes to buy weed and then I’ll be all set.

Bev's ears

2007-11-19T19:41:00.000-08:00

Tomorrow I'm taking my little sister Heather to get her ears pierced. She really wants it done and my parents told her no. So I decided I'll take her. I think this is a good idea for two reasons. #1- I worry a lot about my little brother and sister forgetting about me because I don't live with them. I don't want them to think of me as the person that just came around to do her laundry. When I do get to spend time with them I try to do fun or important things so that they will remember me and remember that I was a good time. I think getting your ears pierced behind your parents back will be pretty memorable.
#2- Even if my parents are furious (and my dad might be) I don't live with them so big deal. They will eventually forgive me.
My only real worry is that my sister will freak out after they do one ear and then refuse to let them pierce the other one. I'm trying to strengthen our relationship with jewelry that makes her look pretty, not jewelry that makes her look like a pirate.

My Date

2007-10-21T21:19:00.000-07:00

It takes courage to ask someone on a date. It takes cowardice to agree to ask out your orthopedic surgeon’s niece when he is holding a scalpel at your hand. This was the first of many clues that my blind date may not work out. My uncle mark has the best of intentions for setting me up. I do appreciate that he thinks so highly of me. Mark gave Charles my phone number and he called me. He seemed very nice. He told me to look up his myspace page, where I found out that he was interested in mythical creatures, dungeons and dragons, medieval sword fighting and debate. This made me quite nervous. Even if you seriously are interested in these things you probably should not tell a lot of people about it. So on Friday night Charles came to pick me up at my aunt and uncle’s house where my cousins asked him if he was my boyfriend and if we were going to kiss. That was the funniest part of the night. We went to Persi, for some great food. There we talked for two hours about current events and debate. Then we drove to the Twin Falls bridge and tried to drop a match off of it to see if the friction would make it burn. It was windy and raining a little so it did not work. Then we met up with some of his friend and got ice cream and then played phase 10. It was a pretty typical date and by far not the worst one I have ever been on. As he drove me home he asked if he could take me to breakfast in the morning and I said, “um… I don’t think so.”
Here are my reasons why:
-When he picked me up he asked, “so what do you want to do.” (I wouldn’t have minded this at all except for the fact that it was a first date and he had asked me out.)
-He seriously didn’t find anything strange about spending time playing japan-amation video games and believing that dragons were the best animal ever. (This concerns me about his sense of reality.)
-Not once did he ask me a question about myself.
-After one of his friends asked me about my favorite vacation he said, “I hate traveling, I don’t understand people that like it.” (I have no beef with people that don’t want to travel, but it’s something that I love and so don’t diss it.)
-He was a whiner. (I think he kept tying to make me feel bad for him that he was always busy with work and school, but who isn’t? get over it!)

I'm here

2007-08-04T11:29:00.000-07:00

I have a vague early memory of being in the Odgen mall with my mom and being terrified that we would be locked in when the mall closed. I don’t know if this unusual fear sprouted from this event or if it came from something else, but it remains in me today. I always check the store hours before I go into an establishment. I just think it is rude to be laligaging someplace while the people are trying to close and go home. If you think about it being trapped someplace over night would be a big problem. So, I choose to believe that I stay away from closing places for good reason. Yesterday I was at the design center searching for a fabric. The design center closes at 5:00 p.m. Unfortunately I was unaware that Dongia showroom closes at 4:30 p.m. on Friday. So at 4:32 p.m. I found myself between Pollack fabric wings in the dark. Of course I was startled and afraid. I dropped my memo request form and pencil and headed for the door. It was LOCKED! An old man saw me and jokingly said, “oops sorry, you were almost left here for the night.” Not funny dude! Not funny. I’m still a little shaken up about the whole situation.

No y and no e

2007-07-30T23:11:00.000-07:00

Today’s blog is dedicated to Kathrin Spoeck. Kathrin is one of the women I have been working with this summer. She is 24 years old, has short brown hair, a tiny nose ring, and is from Austria. Her accent is wonderful. I love the way she says my name. She met her husband four years ago when she flew to San Francisco to visit her cousin. After meeting Laurence she spent the rest of her vacation with him and then after a year of seriously long distance relationship she moved to the US and married him. Laurence is a lucky man because I think Kathrin is wonderful. She has been extremely nice to me from day one. She has such a sweet personality. She always explains everything to me. She is very patient as well. We bonded right away because we are both students. Kathrin is leaving tomorrow for vacation and when she returns my internship will be over. I gave her a ride to the buss stop today after work. She hugged me good buy and told me that she would miss my presence in the office and to please stay in touch. How nice is that? She is such a neat person. I should be sleeping, but I just wanted to remember her for a moment.

Fog = a spot free rinse from heaven

2007-07-17T17:27:00.000-07:00

Michelle is house sitting this week and I’m staying with her. I love my Michelle time! The house is so dirty. It could possibly be the dirtiest house I have ever seen in my life. To clean/repair this house would probably take a lifetime, and if it weren’t for the location I doubt it would be worth it. This morning when I hiked the hill to my car I found it covered in water. It hadn’t rained but the fog today was thick. Now my car is clean and that is great.

My Geriatric July 4, 2007

2007-07-05T19:19:00.000-07:00

Of all the things I love, fireworks are among the list. This year I did not even see a sparkler held by a small child. I spend the dusk hours of this Independence Day driving up 17 on my way home. As sad as this sounds it is actually preferred to spending more time with my crazy great aunt. In my first hours in California I knew that there would be no getting out of spending my fourth with these crazy relatives. The first thing they told me was that I would be attending there celebration. So I went. Why?, I do not know. Ok, I know, It’s because I’m a sucker. These people really helped me out this summer and I feel like I should humor them because they are family. I got to their run down beach house at 4 (thanks to terrible traffic and my procrastination). We ate cold food that wasn’t supposed to be cold and they drilled me on my life. Just so we are clear, by they I mean Cornie- my grandpa’s sister. Art- Cornie’s husband. He has a doctorate in computer science and spends 9hr’s every day loosing money on the stalk market. Ellen- their daughter. She could possibly be normal if she had different parents. There was another couple and their child at the party, but they were also very strange old people. I think I’m going to start adding up all the time I have to spend with these people and make my mom find a way to get my time back. They are her relatives so it’s her fault. I hate spending time with them for 5 reasons. 1- they are old and old people creep me out. 2- they are dirty. 3- they smell bad. ( my great aunt smells like urine) 4- they are nosy and bitter about life. 5- they laugh about everything especially things that aren’t funny.

Where I'm living

2007-06-10T19:39:00.000-07:00

I enjoy knowing what time it is, but chiming clocks that sound every 15 min. make me want to die. I never knew this fact about myself. I liked the ringing bells from old main. They let me know if I was late to class or not. They are helpful and not annoying. The people I am living with have chiming clocks and these are the clocks that I dislike. Every 15 min. it's a bell and whistle extravaganza. What is the point of having more than one chiming clock? They are crazy! The clocks don't stop during the night and they are so loud. I keep having dreams that someone is banging my head with a pan. I guess it's just funny what things old people are interested in and collect. I'm going to collect gnome's for sure and maybe applesauce. I guess only time will tell.