Thanks to Liz for getting me back on my blog. Honestly, it's just been a rough several months and I didn't want to just whine and complain. So what's bringing me out of blog hibernation? A dating story that may be construed as whining and complaining, so for that I apologize.
A month or so ago my dear friend Morgan visited from AZ. She came with her boyfriend and a friend and we went to Thai food. Had a blast and it was great to see Morgan again. She was one of my favorites up at school--we share a love for Disney movies, Scrabble, the Business School, and getting group projects (of which we worked on quite a few!) done as early as humanly possible. Love the girl. We chatted about dating and all that fun stuff while she was here and, when she got back to AZ, she asked if I'd be interested in being set up with a friend of hers.
Of course! I'm willing to take any and all help I can get in the dating department and knowing Morgan as I do and trusting her as I do, bring it on! She described this guy she knew to me and it sounded like it'd be fun. So I told her I was in. I got a text from her this week saying she talked to the guy and he was totally down. He told her his family had a beach house in Southern CA so it'd work out well for a visit.
The next morning, I got a message from Morgan along the lines of, "So, this guy is LAME. Pretty sure he looked you up on Facebook and isn't interested, because now he's telling me he doesn't think he'll be going out to CA anytime soon, and he'll be with his family the whole time when he does, blah blah blah. He's a jerk. And I'm sorry."
Snap! That stings. But wait! There's more . . .
"He had the guts to ask me, 'So do you have any cute and happy friends you could set me up with?'"
Snap! That stings again.
I realize I'm no model but I try and work with what I've got and I've spent plenty of time developing myself so that I can have a lot to offer someone. What's frustrating is the unfortunate sense of entitlement I see out there, especially from single men in the Church. I've seen many a 4 or a 5 who continually go after the 10s and don't understand that they aren't anywhere near the same level, yet they keep going for it. If you want an Angelina Jolie, you'd better be darn close to a Brad Pitt, right? And vice versa.
One of my friends has been dating someone outside the Church for the last month and she is overjoyed with how well she's being treated (and, it should be noted, none of the guys in the ward have paid her any attention which is a shame because she's beautiful and awesome and smart). She's being courted, he's attentive, he loves her intelligence and he treats her incredible well . . . it's been really fun to see.
Now, I realize this is a one-off situation and I'm going to keep chugging along and developing and bettering myself. But sometimes, it just sucks. So I had one day this week where it sucked and it hurt and then, luckily, the next day I was fine.
But I'd love to know: Those of you out there single or married . . . what advice would you offer someone navigating single-dom?
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
So True!
I was reading an article in a magazine and I thought the beginning of the article so perfectly articulated the 11 seconds I experience when looking at a celebrity magazine, too. So here's the blurb:
"Last week I picked up a celebrity magazine, and there was a photo of a radiant Reese Witherspoon, in a white T-shirt and flouncy skirt, with her new husband. Within the space of 11 seconds, I had the following thoughts:
'Aww, she looks happy.
But also a little dumpy. Has she stopped jogging? I know she's a jogger.
Maybe it's the boxy T-shirt; she's short and it doesn't do anything for her. No one looks good in those. And she's had two kids. Girlfriend deserves a little slack.
God, I'm so judgy! So she's not skinny. Kudos to her for apparently not being obsessed with her body. Go, Reese! Attaway to be a role model.
But yeah, I've seen her look thinner. I'll bet she's ordering in Chinese with her hubby and blobbing out on the couch.'"
Has she been in my head? Does any of this internal dialogue sound familiar to you, too?!
"Last week I picked up a celebrity magazine, and there was a photo of a radiant Reese Witherspoon, in a white T-shirt and flouncy skirt, with her new husband. Within the space of 11 seconds, I had the following thoughts:
'Aww, she looks happy.
But also a little dumpy. Has she stopped jogging? I know she's a jogger.
Maybe it's the boxy T-shirt; she's short and it doesn't do anything for her. No one looks good in those. And she's had two kids. Girlfriend deserves a little slack.
God, I'm so judgy! So she's not skinny. Kudos to her for apparently not being obsessed with her body. Go, Reese! Attaway to be a role model.
But yeah, I've seen her look thinner. I'll bet she's ordering in Chinese with her hubby and blobbing out on the couch.'"
Has she been in my head? Does any of this internal dialogue sound familiar to you, too?!
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Ah, Kids . . .
I think I should just have Wendy post from here on out. Good stuff, huh? The dear is also the new, proud Mom to an adorable little girl, Nadia. Props, Wendy! (double props for going the natural-birth route!)
Anyway, the other point of this post. I'm going through my Inbox and trying to clean it up a bit and answer emails that are long overdue. I came across one from my cousin Jocee from a while back. She'd sent me this picture of her 4-ish daughter Sage following me while doing some yoga.
Also in the email was a hilarious little story. Jocee and her husband were getting ready to go to the temple for Ward Temple night when Jocee was explaining to Sage how she was wearing nice clothes, doing her hair all pretty, and putting on makeup so her face would look gorgeous, etc.
Sage: Oh, so Grandma (Jo) can't go to the temple?
Jocee: No, she can. Why do you say that?
Sage: Oh, because she has an ugly face so she can't go.
Jocee: No, she has a pretty face, Sage.
Sage: No Mom, it's really ugly.
The side note is that Grandma Jo always tells Sage how she is so gorgeous and looks like she has makeup on when she wakes up in the morning--she wishes she were pretty like Sage and goes on and on (it's a Jergensen trait). So now Sage thinks Grandma Jo must be ugly. Ahhh, little-kid logic!
Anyway, the other point of this post. I'm going through my Inbox and trying to clean it up a bit and answer emails that are long overdue. I came across one from my cousin Jocee from a while back. She'd sent me this picture of her 4-ish daughter Sage following me while doing some yoga.
Also in the email was a hilarious little story. Jocee and her husband were getting ready to go to the temple for Ward Temple night when Jocee was explaining to Sage how she was wearing nice clothes, doing her hair all pretty, and putting on makeup so her face would look gorgeous, etc.
Sage: Oh, so Grandma (Jo) can't go to the temple?
Jocee: No, she can. Why do you say that?
Sage: Oh, because she has an ugly face so she can't go.
Jocee: No, she has a pretty face, Sage.
Sage: No Mom, it's really ugly.
The side note is that Grandma Jo always tells Sage how she is so gorgeous and looks like she has makeup on when she wakes up in the morning--she wishes she were pretty like Sage and goes on and on (it's a Jergensen trait). So now Sage thinks Grandma Jo must be ugly. Ahhh, little-kid logic!
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Guest Blogger: Wendy
My dear Wendy and I have been having some fun conversations lately and I asked her to type up her thoughts for a guest post. Here it is, and please, comment away if you have any thoughts or insights! Here goes Wendy:
My brother-in-law is 25 but he’s only been an adult for maybe a year. In that time he’s learned that cooking is cheaper and healthier than a McDonald’s drive-thru and he is finally taking his education seriously. Since shifting his priorities, everything seems to be coming together for him. So my husband and I were understandably excited to meet his new girlfriend. After a string of unhealthy relationships, we looked forward to seeing his new goal-oriented attitude applied to the dating world.
We arrived and there was no girlfriend. My brother-in-law quickly explained. “She couldn’t come because she got in trouble for staying out too late with me.”
It didn’t strike me as odd that his girlfriend still lives at home. This is Hawaii after all. Everything is nearby but expensive so families often share space to cut costs. But I decided to make a joke of it anyway.
“Her dad still grounds her? What is she, like 15?”
“18,” he said. And the best part? I have another brother-in-law who is 18 and their girlfriends were classmates.
This is a problem. Not the relationship itself; they chose to steer a sinking ship when they entered into such a ridiculous arrangement. It’s this pattern, this trend of maturity-delayed males who don’t arrive at the cusp of adulthood until their mid-20s who then can only find like-minded females among recent high school graduates.
Why do they do it? Let’s examine the impressions an 18 year old female and a 25 year old female might have upon meeting my brother-in-law.
He says, “I’m 25 and I’ll have my associate’s degree next year.”
The 18 year old is stoked that an older guy is paying any attention to her at all, especially after those lame teenage boys ignored her all through high school. She may not know the difference between an associate’s degree and a bachelor’s degree, but he used the word ‘degree’ didn’t he?
The 25 year old knows that not everyone takes the fast track through college but wonders how he has been spending the last 7 years. It’s not necessarily a deal breaker but he should have an explanation for the gap, whether it was due to world travel or a prolonged rebellious phase. Whatever the reason, he should have gained some valuable knowledge or experience and should display true commitment to his current goals.
Clearly to pursue a woman his own age he has his work cut out for him, whereas the barely legal 18 year old is much easier to impress. That was the case with my brother. At 24 he was a certified teacher but still had never kissed a girl. He met an 18 year old fresh out of high school and by the end of the summer they were making wedding plans. He took the easy way out and a year later she took the easy way out of their sham marriage.
This is not bitterness speaking. It’s just honestly frustrating to witness these mismatched unions after we are told, nay, commanded to live as the kind of person we want to marry. After we expend so much energy refining our minds, our bodies, and our souls, why do so many guys pick the blank slate?
Monday, September 26, 2011
Best Line of the Week
I just had lunch with one of my favorite people of all time. And she just gave me one of my favorite quotes of all time:
"I want to be shallow. There's no advantage to being deep."
Love her.
"I want to be shallow. There's no advantage to being deep."
Love her.
Hitting for the Cycle
Yesterday at church was kind of weird. I wasn't teaching. I wasn't singing. I wasn't speaking. I didn't have a meeting before. I almost didn't know what to do with myself. The last three weeks had been pretty crazy, doing what I figure is the equivalent of hitting for the cycle in baseball:
- Sacrament meeting talk
- Relief Society Lesson
- Sunday School Lesson
- Institute Lesson
- Singing in Sacrament Meeting
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
What's on your TiVo?
I think this is one of the official segues into adulthood, but I'm getting so excited for the Fall TV season. Boo-yah! What's on your TiVo? What new shows are you excited to check out?
I've got my usuals: Castle, Grey's, Modern Family, and The Good Wife.
New ones? Person of Interest (Jim Caviezel + JJ Abrams = 'nough said).
A Gifted Man (Patrick Wilson--please let him sing!).
New Girl (checked out the preview after Angel mentioned it and I'm already hooked).
Ringer. (Buffy!)
I'm really hoping a couple of these suck and/or are cancelled, because that's just a lot of TV. What're you looking forward to?
I've got my usuals: Castle, Grey's, Modern Family, and The Good Wife.
New ones? Person of Interest (Jim Caviezel + JJ Abrams = 'nough said).
A Gifted Man (Patrick Wilson--please let him sing!).
New Girl (checked out the preview after Angel mentioned it and I'm already hooked).
Ringer. (Buffy!)
I'm really hoping a couple of these suck and/or are cancelled, because that's just a lot of TV. What're you looking forward to?
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Letting Go
Thanks, Wendy and Tracy, for your beautiful thoughts on Quitting vs. Letting Go.
One of the specific aspects in my life that had taken up some space in the Quitting vs. Letting Go dilemma in my head was my job. Our company has been struggling for some time and, whether fortunately or unfortunately, it's now time for something new.
I hate job-hunting. I equate it to all the awful parts of dating: Did I say the right thing? Did I wear the right thing? Am I supposed to call them? Are they going to call me?
But I've been blessed to have this opportunity that I've had for nearly three years and it's great experience to throw on the resume. So if you hear of anything in marketing and/or sales, please let me know. Hey, like in dating, I'll take all the help I can get!
One of the specific aspects in my life that had taken up some space in the Quitting vs. Letting Go dilemma in my head was my job. Our company has been struggling for some time and, whether fortunately or unfortunately, it's now time for something new.
I hate job-hunting. I equate it to all the awful parts of dating: Did I say the right thing? Did I wear the right thing? Am I supposed to call them? Are they going to call me?
But I've been blessed to have this opportunity that I've had for nearly three years and it's great experience to throw on the resume. So if you hear of anything in marketing and/or sales, please let me know. Hey, like in dating, I'll take all the help I can get!
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Quitting vs. Letting Go
I've been pondering something lately and I'm curious as to your thoughts. What is the difference between quitting (with its negative connotation) and knowing when to let go (better connotation)? How do you know when there's still something worth fighting for, or when it's smarter/wiser/better to let something go?
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Compliments Rock!
When it comes to my church wardrobe, I don't have many options. I have about four skirts right now and three dresses. I've had those four skirts for anywhere from 5-8 years, and the dresses for about 3-5 years. But church clothes are the hardest for me to find and I really don't like to spend much time shopping, anyway, so it's been basically the same combination of outfits for the better part of a decade (hey, I've even had one pair of church shoes since I was 18!).
What does this mean? Well, it means that I need to apologize to anyone and everyone who sees me at church on a semi-consistent basis.
Secondly, you can imagine my joy--and complete and utter shock--when I get a compliment on a dress or skirt. It gets me by for another couple of years. Which may or may not be a good thing.
What does this mean? Well, it means that I need to apologize to anyone and everyone who sees me at church on a semi-consistent basis.
Secondly, you can imagine my joy--and complete and utter shock--when I get a compliment on a dress or skirt. It gets me by for another couple of years. Which may or may not be a good thing.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Sore Legs
On Friday, my sister was planning on swinging by to pick me up so we could pick up Jack from his dad's house and head over to Chuck E Cheese's. She and I talked when she was about 15 minutes away--"Be ready to go in 15 minutes so we're not late picking him up, okay?" I was thinking in my head, Okay, I've still got to walk Kobe, but I should be able to do that in just under 15 minutes and I can get back in change. That'll work. "Cool, I'll be ready!"
So Kobe and I headed to the park and when we were at the street to cross to the park, we saw a car that was having some issues. It was stopped and this young man--maybe a few years younger than I--was standing outside the driver's side of the car, car door open, trying to push the car himself while maneuvering the steering wheel. That plan clearly wasn't working, and I saw him slump back in the car and punch the car's ceiling.
As I'm seeing this unfold, I'm thinking of two seriously competing issues: my sister with her incredible penchant for being on time and utter annoyance if you're not (Mom: "She was running EARLY? Who runs EARLY?!") and that classic story you hear from the pulpit at church. You know, the one where the students of the religion class--I believe it's a religion class on the life of the Savior--head to the classroom to take their final, only to find a note on the door saying the final's going to be administered in another room across campus, and to not be late or they'll be denied the chance to take the final. All of these "obstacles" and "tests" are dotted along the way to the other room, a crying baby, a student who fell off his bike and is injured, etc. Those who stop and help those along the way pass the final; those who don't, fail. (Note: anyone know the source of the story? and even if it's a Mormon myth, it was still going through my head!)
Suffer the wrath of Nicole for being late, or fail this "religion final?" I thought I'd give the latter a whirl, so I offered help if he wanted it, told him I'd tie my dog up to the stop sign ("You can put him in the back seat if you want"), and off I pushed while he tried to steer. Luckily, his car was smallish and we started making some progress. Even more luckily, another saw our plight and stopped to offer pushing the car with his car till we got where we needed to go. Even better! So while we're being pushed, the young man said to me, "Thank you so much for stopping. Maybe 10 cars have passed me in the last few minutes, several of them have passed by several times, and you're the first person to stop." It was at that point that I was grateful for that BYU religion final story that guilted me into this choice. Extremely grateful. Sweet kid. Also, Kobe really liked him, giving him a few big, fat juicy ones on the poor kid's face.
We made it the half mile or so to where he needed to go, and Kobe and I jogged as fast as he'd let me (it was hot!) back to the house. Gratefully, *I* was not the one running late, so I actually got a few minutes to catch my breath before Nicole arrived. But as I caught my breath, I was very grateful for a story (or perhaps a Mormon myth) that circulated enough for it to be running through my head, guilting me into doing the right thing. Hey, sometimes our motives aren't always perfectly pure (guilt or fear versus love), but it's still great when we end up at the same place.
So Kobe and I headed to the park and when we were at the street to cross to the park, we saw a car that was having some issues. It was stopped and this young man--maybe a few years younger than I--was standing outside the driver's side of the car, car door open, trying to push the car himself while maneuvering the steering wheel. That plan clearly wasn't working, and I saw him slump back in the car and punch the car's ceiling.
As I'm seeing this unfold, I'm thinking of two seriously competing issues: my sister with her incredible penchant for being on time and utter annoyance if you're not (Mom: "She was running EARLY? Who runs EARLY?!") and that classic story you hear from the pulpit at church. You know, the one where the students of the religion class--I believe it's a religion class on the life of the Savior--head to the classroom to take their final, only to find a note on the door saying the final's going to be administered in another room across campus, and to not be late or they'll be denied the chance to take the final. All of these "obstacles" and "tests" are dotted along the way to the other room, a crying baby, a student who fell off his bike and is injured, etc. Those who stop and help those along the way pass the final; those who don't, fail. (Note: anyone know the source of the story? and even if it's a Mormon myth, it was still going through my head!)
Suffer the wrath of Nicole for being late, or fail this "religion final?" I thought I'd give the latter a whirl, so I offered help if he wanted it, told him I'd tie my dog up to the stop sign ("You can put him in the back seat if you want"), and off I pushed while he tried to steer. Luckily, his car was smallish and we started making some progress. Even more luckily, another saw our plight and stopped to offer pushing the car with his car till we got where we needed to go. Even better! So while we're being pushed, the young man said to me, "Thank you so much for stopping. Maybe 10 cars have passed me in the last few minutes, several of them have passed by several times, and you're the first person to stop." It was at that point that I was grateful for that BYU religion final story that guilted me into this choice. Extremely grateful. Sweet kid. Also, Kobe really liked him, giving him a few big, fat juicy ones on the poor kid's face.
We made it the half mile or so to where he needed to go, and Kobe and I jogged as fast as he'd let me (it was hot!) back to the house. Gratefully, *I* was not the one running late, so I actually got a few minutes to catch my breath before Nicole arrived. But as I caught my breath, I was very grateful for a story (or perhaps a Mormon myth) that circulated enough for it to be running through my head, guilting me into doing the right thing. Hey, sometimes our motives aren't always perfectly pure (guilt or fear versus love), but it's still great when we end up at the same place.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Uh oh!
This is potentially awesome, or potentially awful, depending on how you want to look at it (I see it as the former, but worry it's actually the latter):
My blu-ray updated its software today, and now offers
So movies/TV shows (on DVD) via Netflix, and current TV shows on Hulu? Bring it. I've been re-watching some classic Grey's today since I've been working most of the day. A Saturday. Boo. Thank heavens for software updates on my blu-ray. Yay!
What have you been watching on Netflix/Hulu lately?
My blu-ray updated its software today, and now offers
So movies/TV shows (on DVD) via Netflix, and current TV shows on Hulu? Bring it. I've been re-watching some classic Grey's today since I've been working most of the day. A Saturday. Boo. Thank heavens for software updates on my blu-ray. Yay!
What have you been watching on Netflix/Hulu lately?
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Hmmm.
Is it just me, or does Kirsten Dunst look stoned in pretty much every picture taken of her?
No, seriously.
No, seriously.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
IT GETS EVEN BETTER
Assuming you've read the blog post about The Testimony, I gathered one more tidbit of information that makes the story all the more fantastic. Wondering if ManyTalents/ExtremelyGifted is as self-involved as we were assuming (and somewhat hoping, now that I'm crossing my fingers for an encore performance when a couple friends are in town for next month's F&T meeting)? We've now got some solid evidence that yes, in fact, he is.
After ManyTalents/ExtremelyGifted sat down, apparently he leaned over to the person next to him and said, "What did you think?"
Yeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhhh . . .
After ManyTalents/ExtremelyGifted sat down, apparently he leaned over to the person next to him and said, "What did you think?"
Yeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhhh . . .
Bachlor Pad
Holy cow, these people are so dumb! Which is entertaining for me, but three hours of stupid was a looooooong time. Even with kettlecorn and fun ladies.
Some of my thoughts:
Some of my thoughts:
- Trojan elephant
- dysfunctional is a big word
- flies have a mouse
- Vienna is nuts
- Jake is smarmy
- Ames is too good for these people
- The only contribution Vienna has ever made was her classic line about the super-nice Tenley: "She s***s rainbows."
- Michelle's new teeth are similar to Ross's in FRIENDS in the episode with the blacklight
- Blake is a witch-with-a-b-in-a-man's-body
- Michelle is nuts, but in an endearing kind of way. I think she knows exactly what she's doing.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Sacrament Meeting Funnies Part III
Good grief, was today's fast-and-testimony meeting epic or what? Kellie was to my right (RSP, baby!) and kept saying "Oh my gosh," and "I can't take this" in between poking my leg with "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" pokes. Seriously. I hope I can do any of this justice as I recount bits and pieces as best I can. I think only two current ward members have this blog address, so Angel and Aubrey, it's your chance to fill in any details I missed. I beg of you, PLEASE. :)
Like any singles ward (or any ward, for that matter), we have a Top 5--the same five people get up pretty much every month, right? It looks like we'll have a new entry into the Top 5, folks!
A couple people got up . . . nice, short, and sweet. Then this guy gets up--he moved into the ward five weeks ago, apparently--and starts off with how much he's been waiting to bear his testimony in this ward. He's just bursting and has to get it out; he wanted to get up the previous month but "something occurred" so he wasn't able to attend our ward that day.
He then started to talk for maybe five minutes about how he's an IT guy. A salesman. An entrepreneur. He had a company, but then didn't like the direction it was going, so he decided to get a real job as a developer (computer programmer). Now, he'd been told the learning curve was a month. But because he is "very gifted in many areas" he was able to get it down in 2 days. So after those two days, he didn't have much else to do. He'd get in to the office at 6am, have his work done by 9am, and then start asking people in the office if he could help them with their work.
He was brought in and told they were going to let him go. "But why?" "The reasons don't matter; we just need to let you go." "But what takes other people a month, I did in two days." "We need to let you go." Somehow, this lesson turned into a lesson on tithing because he usually just paid tithing once a year after reinvesting any earnings back into his company, but decided to pay his tithing on this one-week paycheck after his mother urged him to "pay your tithing."
So, again, because of his very giftedness in many different areas, he decided to use all the skills he learned in those few days with that company to start two new companies and, within days, he had more work than he could handle--it was so successful. So he's an entrepreneur again.
He then proceeded to say that he's so busy with work and has slept very, very little recently. So little, in fact, that while on a date with a lady from our ward (whose name he did reveal from the pulpit), he told her he'd slept 5 hours in the previous 48. "Then we should call it a night! You should be home sleeping!" "No, I've had enough."
Yeah, I think we've all had enough. Seriously, it was the biggest kick to look around the congregation and see the looks on folks' faces. Kellie was dying next to me. Sometimes I had to look down at my iPad and focus on SOMETHING just to keep from laughing. The Bishop was trying to hold it together. It was really, really awesome. It was maybe a 12-15 minute testimony on . . . who knows what it was actually on.
Another Top 5-er got up next and Kellie was like, "C'mon, A, bring it back!" You know it's bad when you're asking A of "The Church is run by little, old men" fame (that was in her testimony several months back) to bring the meeting back on track. But she did a great job. Short, sweet, simple, and to the point. Perfect.
Then another guy got up. Another Top 5-er. And, at this point, the guy to my left said, "Oh no. Not this guy." He then proceeded to shake his head incredulously throughout the testimony. It was another long one . . . maybe 10 minutes or so. Unfortunately, I'd completely lost any mental abilities to focus at this point, so I was just reading notes from Fluhman D&C lectures from my BYU days on my iPad. But oh, that first long testimony. I wish you all could have been there so we could compare notes and funny lines from it. It was epic.
Like any singles ward (or any ward, for that matter), we have a Top 5--the same five people get up pretty much every month, right? It looks like we'll have a new entry into the Top 5, folks!
A couple people got up . . . nice, short, and sweet. Then this guy gets up--he moved into the ward five weeks ago, apparently--and starts off with how much he's been waiting to bear his testimony in this ward. He's just bursting and has to get it out; he wanted to get up the previous month but "something occurred" so he wasn't able to attend our ward that day.
He then started to talk for maybe five minutes about how he's an IT guy. A salesman. An entrepreneur. He had a company, but then didn't like the direction it was going, so he decided to get a real job as a developer (computer programmer). Now, he'd been told the learning curve was a month. But because he is "very gifted in many areas" he was able to get it down in 2 days. So after those two days, he didn't have much else to do. He'd get in to the office at 6am, have his work done by 9am, and then start asking people in the office if he could help them with their work.
He was brought in and told they were going to let him go. "But why?" "The reasons don't matter; we just need to let you go." "But what takes other people a month, I did in two days." "We need to let you go." Somehow, this lesson turned into a lesson on tithing because he usually just paid tithing once a year after reinvesting any earnings back into his company, but decided to pay his tithing on this one-week paycheck after his mother urged him to "pay your tithing."
So, again, because of his very giftedness in many different areas, he decided to use all the skills he learned in those few days with that company to start two new companies and, within days, he had more work than he could handle--it was so successful. So he's an entrepreneur again.
He then proceeded to say that he's so busy with work and has slept very, very little recently. So little, in fact, that while on a date with a lady from our ward (whose name he did reveal from the pulpit), he told her he'd slept 5 hours in the previous 48. "Then we should call it a night! You should be home sleeping!" "No, I've had enough."
Yeah, I think we've all had enough. Seriously, it was the biggest kick to look around the congregation and see the looks on folks' faces. Kellie was dying next to me. Sometimes I had to look down at my iPad and focus on SOMETHING just to keep from laughing. The Bishop was trying to hold it together. It was really, really awesome. It was maybe a 12-15 minute testimony on . . . who knows what it was actually on.
Another Top 5-er got up next and Kellie was like, "C'mon, A, bring it back!" You know it's bad when you're asking A of "The Church is run by little, old men" fame (that was in her testimony several months back) to bring the meeting back on track. But she did a great job. Short, sweet, simple, and to the point. Perfect.
Then another guy got up. Another Top 5-er. And, at this point, the guy to my left said, "Oh no. Not this guy." He then proceeded to shake his head incredulously throughout the testimony. It was another long one . . . maybe 10 minutes or so. Unfortunately, I'd completely lost any mental abilities to focus at this point, so I was just reading notes from Fluhman D&C lectures from my BYU days on my iPad. But oh, that first long testimony. I wish you all could have been there so we could compare notes and funny lines from it. It was epic.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Pizookie Trio? Yes, please!
Did you guys know that BJ's has a pizookie trio? Where you get three mini-pizookies? It's fantastic. Even better . . . did you know that BJ's has a red-velvet pizookie? And that it's AWESOME? The things you learn in Laguna Beach (good things; the bad things include the fact that my hair poofs out about 3 feet with the humidity and ocean air in the summer).
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Facebook Fun
I'm not quite sure how this will copy/paste into Blogger, but here's how ridiculous and nerdy we are at work. This is from my boss's Facebook status. Also, when reading the status update, read it in the voice of a 37-year-old man. It makes it that much better.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Are you kidding me?!
Considering my utter lack of enjoyable dates recently (we're talking the kinds of dates where the guy talks about himself all night, folks), I don't dare get my hopes up for this one, but let me just share in a wee bit of excitement.
A guy--who actually asked me questions on the phone!--just asked me out for Friday night. The activity? Walking around a bookstore. BOO-yah. It's this nerd's dream date. The bonus points for the guy? He reads Michael Pollan ("In Defense of Food," "The Omnivore's Dilemma," and the guy interviewed throughout much of "Food, Inc.") and Malcom Gladwell ("The Tipping Point," "Blink," and "Outliers"). Be still my heart.
A guy--who actually asked me questions on the phone!--just asked me out for Friday night. The activity? Walking around a bookstore. BOO-yah. It's this nerd's dream date. The bonus points for the guy? He reads Michael Pollan ("In Defense of Food," "The Omnivore's Dilemma," and the guy interviewed throughout much of "Food, Inc.") and Malcom Gladwell ("The Tipping Point," "Blink," and "Outliers"). Be still my heart.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Letter-Writing Campaign
Dear 13-Hour Workday,
I haven't missed you. Please don't stay for long--you or your 12-hour, 14-hour, etc. varieties. I can handle you for a period of time, but you'd better be worth it.
Sincerely,
Me
I haven't missed you. Please don't stay for long--you or your 12-hour, 14-hour, etc. varieties. I can handle you for a period of time, but you'd better be worth it.
Sincerely,
Me
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