Update

Since I have to post once a month anyway, and it still wasn't for sure last time I posted. Here's the latest update:

http://new.music.yahoo.com/various-artists/news/michael-jacksons-captain-eo-returns-to-disney--61999377

I can't wait to go to Disneyland! Ryan you going anytime soon? (I'll probably won't be able to go with you though because of busy season, but figured I'd see when you're planning on making your first trek out there this year anyway).

Before the month is over.../Stories

So being that it's the last day of January I have to fulfill a new year's resolution before the month ends (so soon already). I also am suppose to include pictures and update the quote wall.....seeing as we have no funny quotes I doubt that will happen, but maybe I'll put up some historical or spiritual quote or something.

Anyway, I don't really have much to blog about as I've begun work life is pretty boring and slow. In fact I'm going to tell you some semi-work related stories that probably aren't too funny, but perhaps amusing.

I have a pair of black gloves that Heather gave me for Christmas 2008. She gave me these gloves because during Christmas break 2007 I had lost one of the gloves that were my Grandpa's that he used in WWII (I believe). I'm still a little sad about that and want the one I lost replaced with a pretty much duplicate someday. They were also the gloves that I used during my mission. I really shouldn't call them gloves seeing as it was more of a mitten, but whatever back to my real story.
So gloves (and other items) have a tendency of jumping out of my pocket and getting lost. In fact I've already lost one of the gloves in the pair twice this month. Once, while we were inside Costco (we go to Costco even without a membership (using an expired membership card) to get free samples and when we are bored) I noticed that my glove was missing and had no idea where it would be. Oh well I guess I'll have to get new gloves eventually. Well when we were leaving Costco Heather and I noticed that the glove was on one of those orange cones right in front of Costco. I guess someone had found the glove and decided to put it on top of the cone just so we could find it!
The second time was probably less than a week later. I noticed that my coat pocket was missing my glove at work. Well I guess I'll have to get new gloves eventually. On Sunday I check the ward lost and found just in case. They weren't there though. As I drove into work that next week (this past Monday) a big white van stopped in the parking garage in front of me and a bunch of guys got out and started collecting trash. I thought to myself "I wonder if they'll find and throw away my glove, I better find it before them." (not even considering that the glove was most likely lost somewhere else...like Costco. Well as a pulled into a parking spot I noticed that I was going to run over something black. It was my glove! It was sopping wet and had gone missing for about a week, but there it was in this parking spot I had probably only parked in a few times before. Who knows when the next time I'll lose my glove again?

Here are some more unfunny stories from that same Monday:

My office work space/cube area is pretty cold during the day so they've given some of us individual heaters. I was gifted mine from a co-worker who has a better one. Well as a result of these heaters we have shorted out the breaker, which results in the power-loss to our cube areas computers. So now we have to monitor our heater usage and only one of us in our cube area can use there individual heater at a time.

As I wrote that story down on a sticky (on Monday to tell Heather later) I kept spelling heater as heather.

I'm not very busy at work yet so on Monday I was writing a list of things I could look up on the internet. One of those things was The Melting Pot (as I briefly considered going there for my half birthday which we celebrated this week). However, when I later looked at the list I read "Me Hing Pot," and said to myself "What the heck is the Me Hing Pot." Apparently sometimes I can't even read my own handwriting.

At Williams & Sanoma they have a cake pan where you can make a cake that looks like a giant cupcake. I've always told Heather she should get that so she could make a giant cupcake. Well someone brought a giant cupcake to work which made me happy/excited.
Anyway, those are my lame-o stories. Sorry you most likely wasted your time reading them.

01-22-10

Just in case you forgot. It's also kind of fun if you write it this way: 012 210

(P.S.--It's my mom's birthday as well. I told her it's too bad she's turning 65 instead of 66 this year!)

Rewind

I'm feeling all sorts of unfulfilled today. Suddenly at 10:00 last night, as Royce and I were kneeling by our bed, I finally realized that yesterday (today at the time) was an unbelievably awesome day. Why was it so awesome? You look at this and tell me:
01-11-10.

It's a palindrome! How great is that? But I'm so sad that I didn't realize it until bedtime! Too late to blog about it then (especially last night--I was pretty loopy; I started telling Royce a story about a brook that wanted to get out of the desert . . . ). I was even considering pre-dating this post so it looked like I posted it yesterday. But that would not feel anymore fulfilling than posting about it a day late.

So anyway, I did some calculations and figured out that the last time the date was a palindrome was 10-22-01, and before that 10-11-01. (And right as I figured that out, I burst my own bubble by realizing that we'll have another one on 01-22-10--not so far away.) But before that, the last one we had was on 12-22-21. Wow, that's like 80 years!

For all you naysayers, I realize that this all is defunct if you use the European way of listing dates (day, month, year), but I'm American, dang it all! And if you still want to rain on my parade, all I have to say is 11-11-11: party at my house!

What says "Happy Holidays" to you?

So, as I guessed, I didn't keep up with my semi-daily blogging for long. But I sure tried. And unfortunately, this brief post has nothing to do with holiday cheer or gratitude.

Throughout the day yesterday I noticed a couple men putting up a long, white, runway-looking ramp in the gallery of the HFAC. "I wonder what this is for?" I thought to myself. "Maybe they're putting up a Christmas exhibit? Or a nativity? It must be something awesome--that's for sure."

This morning as I walked to my office, I glanced down and saw at the high end of the ramp a white, shapeless blob. "What is that?" I stopped to try and figure it out, and finally realized that there were two things coming out of one end of the white blob. They looked like legs--bird legs, actually. I then observed that the bulk of the whiteness looked like straw feathers. And then I realized there was a long skinny-ish portion on the other end that kind of looked like the shape of a bird's head, maybe a turkey's head? It was hard to tell for sure, because it was encased in some white substance.

And then I found out from one of the custodians that yes, not only is this artwork supposed to be a turkey, but it was in fact created from a real turkey.

A DEAD TURKEY! On a runway. In the HFAC. The week before Christmas. Joy.

Mattress sledding, and unrelated thoughts

This weekend we had snow that finally stuck. And it continues to snow. Which meant that my communte took 1 hour and 40 minutes, versus the usual hour. Which means that I am hating the snow and struggling to be positive about it. So in an attempt to continue to be grateful, let us reflect on the one thing that snow is good for: Mattress Sledding!

(Insert picture of mattress sledding here. Please. Anybody!)

I don't have a picture of us mattress sledding on the computer I'm using, and despite looking through old blog posts (mine and friends'), I cannot find a picture. But it is really fun. You should try it. All you need is a mattress you don't care about, a tarp, bungee cords, and a snowy hill.

In the process of looking for pictures, I started reading through some posts on Royce's and my old blogs. And you know what I disovered? We were way funnier when we were single. Remember all those fake posts Royce put on my blog about my violin breaking and the fake diamond ring. I think part of it has to do with working full-time, and being more tired. So here's a challenge to Royce and myself to become funny again (although, granted, we have many inside jokes that we think are hilarious and can cause me to shake with laughter--they're just not going to be funny to anybody but ourselves and therefore not blog-worthy).

O Holy NIght

I'm grateful for Christmas music. I could do without the rest of Christmas quite frankly (though I love Christmas lights too)--the music is definitely the best part. Especially this rendition of O Holy Night. I know it's not the best quality from You Tube, but take 6-7 minutes and listen to the whole thing. (Warning, it may bring tears to your eyes--it's that beautiful!)