Lost

Recently I decided to renew my love affair with the TV show Lost.

This love affair started roughly two years ago when my roommate Tracie brought from a trip home to ID the first season on DVD to our little apartment, and it was never quite the same.

This show is very addicting, especially on DVD! So I tried to discipline myself by only allowing me to watch it while working out. Easy enough a solid 42 minute work out where I don't even feel my body because my mind is so consumed with the deeply entwined plot! Saturdays were great because I didn't have to hurry to class, so I could watch two in a row!! It took84 minutes on a treadmill before my mind would realized there was a very tired body attached to it. I still insist that Lost is the best thing to work out to. The best was chatting about it with my roommates inquiring which episode they were on and giving them sneak peaks on whose story was coming up next. Whenever I walked through the front room and it was on the TV I was compelled to stay and watch with them, no matter is I'd already seen it. I remember coming home one night to find two roomies crammed on a twin bed and the lap top on the desk playing lost. Well I had to join them!! I'm pretty sure it was well past midnight, and there was no where else to sit but the bed, but we had to fit in another episode!!!

This history behind my love affair probably has more to do with fond memories of bonding with my roommates than the TV show, but nonetheless I am curious to know what happened after the first season.

While frequenting my local public library, I picked up a copy of season one: disc one, and thanks to being sick in bed most of last week I was able to view the four episodes, no sweat! Well Sunday (yesterday) I was getting really anxiously to refresh my memory of what happened on episodes 5, 6, 7, etc. so thanks to modern technology I hopped online and watched them for free, having to only suffer through 4-thirty second commercials. Not bad. And let's be honest, I didn't really watch them. That's when I took my snack breaks!! So after downing four episodes in almost one sitting, I have declared a "one episode a day" rule. And will be picking up disc three from the library tonight. I've already reserved it; I'm on the ball.

So for anyone who has a lot of free time, or even just a simple curiosity, I'd encourage you to give it a shot. And then we can discuss the theories behind the island!! Okay maybe not literally, but it's still a cool show.

**As a side note, Stas refuses to watch the show with me, because it is "too mainstream" for him. He sure is missing out!!

Test yourself

Click here.

Go ahead, check it out. You can simultaneously feel great about yourself and disappointed in your fellow Americans.

So long G-chat aka Google Talk

Wednesday morning I came into to work to find this message. I was really hoping that maybe it was my internet connection, so I waited it out. Well, here we are on Thursday, and I'm still getting the same message. This is bad news for a long, boring workday which habitually suffers from insufficient work to fill eight hours.

Now I need my friends more than ever. Emails, posts, interesting articles. Anything to help me make it from 8 AM (okay fine, 8:15 AM) to 5 PM. Help me!!

Bathroom etiquette

This post is the result of two happenings in the women’s restroom at work.

One: conversations in the restroom. I’m a girl; I get going to the bathroom in groups and naturally conversation follows. However, where should it end or go on pause? I ask this because there is this one gal that works in the same department that I rarely, rarely talk to. In fact of all four conversations that I can even remember having with her, three of them have been in the ladies room. Isn’t that odd? I’ll outline said encounters. The first was not so unusual. I walked in and she was washing her hands. She asked me a simple question; I answered. End of encounter. The next one was when it started to weird me out. We were both walking towards the restroom and started chatting. The conversation continued into the restroom, and then continued once we were each in our respective stalls. This was about as far as I felt the conversation needed to go. Or at least it should be put on pause until we are both out. But that was not the case. She continued talking me throughout her whole “bathroom experience!” Ew. That grossed me out somewhat. I don’t know if it’s just me or what, but I like at least the façade of privacy while I’m taking care of business. The final encounter started just like the first. I walked in and she was washing up. We exchanged “hellos,” and I proceeded to my stall. I had situated the paper protective liner and sat down to take care of business when out of no where she starts asking me questions!!!! I was like “what the heck!?!” why aren’t you leaving? And it wasn’t just one question but a series of questions all while I‘m trying to relieve myself! That was when she definitely crossed my line of bathroom etiquette. Finally she left. Thank goodness!!!

And two: whistling. While I was in a bathroom stall I heard someone else come in. And they were whistling. And they kept whistling. In my head was wondering “did a guy accidentally come into the wrong bathroom!?!!” Am I the only who think’s that it is a little weird to have the person in the stall next to you whistling? And why did she come to the stall right next to me? Does she not know about the “one-stall-over” rule? It’s like at the movie theater; you always leave an empty seat in between you and anyone else. I believe it also applies in the restroom. Almost more so than in the theater!

Hallelujah!!

I forgot how hard it is to stay focused on work when it is SO beautiful outside!!

Bo Kay

Everyday I am lucky enough to drive by this sign and get a laugh. Some people have awful, long, and boring commutes; however, I am privileged to get some entertainment out of my drive.

From day one, I remember seeing this sign and questioning to myself, "Is that really an alternate spelling?" Not being a spelling expert, I didn't want to assume that I know every possible alternative for bouquet, but I was pretty sure. So, to assure myself that I was correct and that this florist is a fool I visited both TFD.com and Wikipedia, and when I searched for "bo kay" I found absolutely nothing. Ha. I win. Somehow they got boutique right on their sign, but need some help with their advertising.

I've been tagged!

Hi Everyone, I've been tagged, which means all you readers out there will get to learn a little bit more about me... Rules: 1.) Answer Question 2.) Tag 5 people - post their names on your blog & then go and leave a comment on their blog telling them to read yours, so they know what to do.

10 years ago...
I was fourteen and the most exciting part of my life was now being allowed to attend dances, specifically stake dances. It didn't take too long to learn that the school dances were even that much more awkward than the church ones. Now that's a bad sign!!

5 places I've lived...
1) New Milford, CT
2) Colleyville, TX
3) Alcala de Henares, Communidad de Madrid, España
4) Provo, UT (Glenwood baby!)
5) Mechanicsburg, PA

5 things on my to do list today...
1) Surf the web for cute hair styles so I will be prepared for my much anticipated appointment tomorrow.
2) Laundry! The weekend = laundry!
3) Study Russian
4) Convince Stas to watch Lost with me
5) Up-date my blog, check!

5 jobs i've had...
1) Acorn planter
2) Carhop at Sonic, America's Drive-In
3) Office staff at Emler Swim School
4) BYU OIT AP (I love jobs that I can describe only using acronyms!)
5) Whatever it is that gets me from 8am to 5pm at TE

10 years from now...
Hmmmm, in ten years I'll be 34 and hopefully we will be living closer, A LOT closer, to our family. Chances are good that we'll have a few little ones running around. I'd also like to be fluent in Russian and have been back to Spain. We'll see. Oh yeah, and ideally by then I'll be able to let someone else bring home the bacon!

NOW, I tag....
Plip, Leslie, Emily, Natalie & Monica!

Blast from the past

Thursday after hopping in my car to hit the evening traffic, I was blessed to hear this song make an appearance on the radio. Even though it's 2008. Thanks Wink 104.1.

It also seems to bring back the memory of a certain stake dance and homemade bell bottoms. Oh, the good times!!