bodies are awesome

Remember how I started running?

The Color Run was the reason.

(For all you Utah peeps, think Festival of Colors + running - llamas)

On January 28th I ran my first 5K.

And it was awesome.

 before

after

Then I decided to shower all of the color off me and meet up with some friends to hike Camelback.

For those who don't know, Camelback is a lot of climbing up/down rocks.

 

I was so amazed with my body!

It ran a 5k and hiked up a mountain all in one day!

Bodies are awesome.

I am awesome.

"point a" to "point b"

Chelsea and I had the following conversation on the way home from institute last night:

e:  "Point A is single.  Point B is married.  I don't understand how you get from point A to point B."

c:  "Let's say point A is single and point Z is married.  I still don't know how to get to point B."

e:  "That's why I don't mind blind dates.  You automatically go to point F and it's a lot easier to go from F to G than to go from A to B."

anyone else feel that way?

lots to love

i love when my class actually listens for 5 minutes at a time.

i love when I feel appreciated by my students.

i love cuddling baby j.

i love having a roommate that is an awesome running partner.

i love my kellie, jess and kent "family."

i love cooking with jess and kellie...one person reads the directions, one measures, one stirs...perfect.

i love knowing that i did a fan-freakin-tastic job at bluffdale and that they miss me.

i love finding nutella recipes.

i love having people that are willing to go off of refined sugar with me for lent.

i love girl scout cookies (a little too much).

i love that zupas is in arizona.

i love revenge (as in the tv show), big bang theory, new girl, and the firm.

i love that although i don't like my job I am blessed with being able to stay caught up 

(more than I ever have).

i love going to the temple.

i love the random money making ideas that one of my roommates always come up with.

i love juicing.

i love sister hardisen's institute class.

i love people watching at institute.

i love the current arizona weather.

i love saturday adventures.

has that bad place frozen over?

I never thought I'd like a pair of running shoes...or running...but I'm learning!

I've had crazy awesome running roommates in the past but, I'll be honest, they intimidated me.  They'd run 10 miles by the time I woke up on a Saturday.

But now I have a crazy awesome former non-running roommate who is the best running partner ever.
And, whatdayaknow? We're not too shabby for beginners.

d-bag in training

Kent sent me this picture the other day of Baby J poppin' his collar....

Later that night I had the following conversation with Baby J:

Me:  "You're not going to grow up and be a douche bag."

J:  {coos and smiles}

Me:  "You're going to be a nice boy."

J:  {cute baby noises}

Me:  "Yeah, you're going to be nice."

J:  {rumbly gurgle from his bowels}  Blowout.  Poop all over his back, on my shorts, the couch, down my legs.

D-bag it is.


*Mrs. O'C expressed her concern over teaching an infant the d-bag term.  Let it be known I was not the one to introduce this term to Baby J.

it made me laugh

Background:  

 Yesterday I was texting (well technically iMessaging now that I've joined the amazing iPhone world) Kellie. 
She has this friend who is a dentist that she wants to set me up with. 
I mentioned the fact that I needed to find a dentist....  

(that weird blank spot is where his name was)

I'm still laughing.

In other funnies.....

A friend of a friend recently found himself phone-less.  

His alarm is the sound of a rooster.  

The family cat happened to be sleeping in his room.  

We all know cats don't like birds.  

What we didn't know is cats don't like phones that sound like birds.

Rooster alarm went off...

Cat attacked bird (er, phone)...

Result:  

An awesome story to tell when you go buy a new phone.

The best tattles of the day:

"He told me that I was uglier than Freddie Jackson."

"He said I looked like a hobo."

"It all started with a Big Bang!"

I have recently developed an obsession for Big Bang Theory.  

By obsession I mean since December I've watched Seasons 1-5.  

I just get hooked, kinda like I did with Gilmore Girls, Grey's Anatomy, Criminal Minds, and My So Called Life.  

I deal with TV addictions the same way I deal with a box of Girl Scout Cookies.  

The faster I eat/watch them the faster the addiction is over...you know, kinda like ripping a bandaid off...maybe?

I suffer a side effect from these additions.  Like when I watched Gilmore Girls I started talking really fast, there was more drama in my life when watching Grey's Anatomy, and infinitely more paranoia when I watched Criminal Minds.  Seriously, I was afraid there were dead bodies on the side of the freeway when I drove to Arizona last January.

I recently found myself in the Big Bang Theory.  And I don't mean just a little.  It was major.

My ward has these breakfast groups on Sunday mornings. (They used to be dinner groups but our RETARDED 2:00 schedule threw that off.)  It was Big Bang Central.  

This guy shared his equation for marriage.  And it was intense, like multivariable equation intense.  Like I have never had to do such math intense.

I walked away with 2 thoughts...

1.  This is why I am not married, guys these days are weird.

2.  Do I need to brush up on my math?  Is that why I am not married?

pretty bird, pretty bird

Up until I was probably 18 I thought it was impossible to hit a bird while driving.  I guess I thought that birds had amazing spacial reasoning or something.  I soon learned this was not the case and was left traumatized for the remainder of my drive to Snow College.

Since then I've heard some pretty good bird hitting experiences.

For example, Tara O. (I know I should say Tara C., but old habits die hard) saw a duck that was hit on Van Winkle.  It flew strait up into the air and when it landed his poor webbed foot keep twitching.

This spring Melanie called me in a panic because she had hit a bird on her way home from practicing the organ and it was still alive.  After laughing at her I took her some cardboard and gloves to rescue the bird while I videoed the endeavor.  Melanie succeeded and the bird hopped off after she moved it off the road to the field.



Then there was this guy I knew that killed half of the birds his dad had in their backyard.  Although I have to give it to him, he performed some pretty extraordinary measures.  Extraordinary measures as in shoving a tube into the birds stomach to give it food.  Sadly, no amount of tears could bring them back.  Does it make me a horrible person that I couldn't help but laugh when I got a text that said something to the effect of "What did I do to cause these innocent creatures to suffer?"  I mean, it's not like he did it on purpose and there is something called the circle of life.


Most recently  my roommate hit a bird.  She was reminded of this fact for the next few miles as feathers kept popping up and hitting her windshield.  After 2 weeks she happened to see something hanging from her front bumper.  Whatdayaknow...the bird decided to haunt her.

What is your bird story?  

I just shared 5.  You must have at least one.

sometimes it's the little things

sometimes it's the little things in life that make your day...

like a copy machine that works without jamming

or new dry erase markers

or the lid to your roommates juicer finally coming in the mail

When I was in college...

recently one of my roommates went back to school for the first time in 10 years.  

after her first day of class she commented on how college is completely different now.  

said conversation resulted in a walk down memory land reminiscing on the good OLD college days.

when I started college (12 years ago...ugh...I'm old):

• iPods weren't invented, and forget about iPads

• we saved things on floppy disks, boy did I love the bright colored ones

• our apartment had a land line, we had an answering machine,  we took messages for each other.  we used calling cards

• very few people had laptops and forget taking them to class to take notes on

• no one really had cell phones

• there was no blackboard or web ct

• napster was still up and running

• there was no youtube,  i passed all my classes without watching tutoring videos on-line

• we took notes in a notebook, not on a laptop, not on the notes we printed out from our professor

*for fear of making me feel really old I would just like to add that by the time I graduated from college the majority of the above points were no longer true.