BYU Homecoming

My dear younger brother set me up on a blind date for BYU's homecoming last night. So he and my friend Holli doubled up with myself and my blind date, Chance. And I have to say that it actually went pretty well, better than I thought it was going to. Chance was very nice and pretty funny, but he did have a habit of disappearing for a little while before returning. He'd be there one minute and then I'd turn around and he'd be gone talking to someone else or what not. I couldn't totally be mad though, he is a pretty popular kid and he was trying to help out with stuff. So overall I'd have to say that I had a fun time and that it was fun doing a double date with Andrew and Holli.
We ate at the Olive Garden, which was excellent. Afterwards, we drove up to Heber and the dance was on the Heber Creeper. That's a train if you didn't know. Yeah, I was kind of wondering how dancing would go over on a train too, but it actually was a ton of fun. Occasionally it would get rather overheated, but then we would just step outside and cool off in the cold winter air.
So the theme of the dance was dress up for your favorite decade and we decided to do the 80's. Now, those of you who know me, know that I'm not a dress up, make-up, hair-do kind of person. I'm pretty boring when it comes to fashion and don't do something new very often. Thankfully Holli, and I love her to death for it, can get me out of my little shell and get me to try new and different things. So with her help, I would have totally fit in with any eighties party. She fixed my hair up and did my make-up and I have to say, it was a lot of fun.
So after dancing like crazy on the train, it was time to make the trip back home. Well, it was like midnight, so we decided that we needed to do something to keep us all awake. And you'll never guess what we decided to do! We sang all the songs to the Phantom of the Opera like at the top of our lungs! It was hilarious! And I have to say, that I was totally blown away when Holli pulled of the entire Phantom of the Opera theme song. She did an awesome job. I kind of died out before the last really HIGH notes, but she totally got them. Andrew and Chance did a great job with the guy parts; I was very impressed.
Hence, for my first blind date, it wasn't as bad as everyone kept saying to could be. There were a couple times when it got pretty awkward or whatever, but I was glad that I went. Holli and Andrew took good care of me when my date would suddenly disappear for a few minutes. We had a lot of laughs and I'm glad that I went with them.

My poor car!

So the other day, I was driving to school in the morning and as I was driving I had a lovely scare. The car in front of me drove over a large sheet of shrapnel that was on the freeway and kicked it up. I swear I thought it was going to come right through my windshield. I was totally pan icing. It wasn't like there was much I could do except brace for it's impact, but luckily it just hit into the front of my car and went underneath instead of continuing it's current course into my windshield. Hence, the front of my car is not so perfect any more. Thanks to the eight foot piece of metal I now have several gouges and scrapes in the front. I was just glad that it didn't kill any of my tires. So hence it was a very interesting drive to school that day and if wasn't already awake and aware ... I was now. Just kidding, I'm a very careful driver, promise!

"I'm going to get shot!"

So, my wonderful friend Holli, is the funniest person. During the summer she and I spent a day in Salt Lake just for fun. We were making our way back from the Gateway to Temple Square and we passed two people. Now, I say two people because neither she nor I could figure out which gender they were from their dress and appearance. Scary, I know. Anyway, after we were out of earshot, Holli said something about crazy style. She then paused before scolding herself that she shouldn't say things about other people. She said, "If I keep doing it, one of these days I'm going to get shot!" I, of course, just laughed and told her not to worry. Over the course of the summer, she said the same thing on a couple of different occasions.
Well, the other day, I was sitting in my Criminal Justice class, listening to my professor lecture. He was telling a story about when he lived in Maryland, and his wife, who was expecting, asked him to go down the street to the pharmacy and get her something. Well, as he was telling the story he said that as he walked down the street, late at night, he started to get nervous. And you'll never guess what he said next! "I thought I was going to get shot!" And instantly I could hear Holli saying the exact same thing and I started to laugh in the middle of class. Hence everyone gave me really weird look, since it wasn't a particularly funny story. So I just told them not to mind me. It was pretty embarrassing, but I lived.

On the Job

So, my job isn't one that you would consider most girls having. About 98% of the workers are guys and then there are a couple of us girls. Drafters are guys and that's pretty much what people expect. But I'm good at it so they keep me around. Anyway, the other day I was down on the floor. (Where all the cabinets and fixtures get build and so forth. I work in the office upstairs normally.) I've worked at the mill for about a year and a half now, so it's not like I'm a new face.
Anyway, to get to the story, I was walking around, searching for a fixture which seemed to be eluding our shipping department, and I ran into one of the shipping workers. He's worked there for countless years and has seen me plenty of times. Well, this particularly day he decided to stop and talk to me. He wanted to know what my name was because he couldn't remember. Then he was like, "So are you married? Boyfriend?" And of course, I say no. Well, for some odd reason he doesn't believe me and wants to see my left hand. At which point I pull my hand out of my pocket. (I walk around with one hand in my pants pocket, odd habit I know.) Then he starts going on about how I walk around with my hand in my pocket to tease guys and mislead them. I was like whatever and was going to go on my merry way to find my cabinet. Well, he starts following me around and asking me all sorts of questions. Ones I wouldn't particularly like to answer when it comes to someone like him. Big, forty year old, Mexican guy, that drinks and swears too much, kind of guy. I got nothing against him, but I didn't really have any desire to become buddy chums with him. Well, when I told him I had to go, he stops me and was like, "Well, maybe we could go out sometime. Talk and stuff outside of work." RIGHT!!! No thank you, if you don't mind.
So, I can't get hit on by nice, cute guys, but old, creepy ones? That's so not cool. Sheesh, it would be nice, just once and a while to meet a nice guy that actually turns out to be a nice guy instead of one that puts on an act for a little while before showing his true colors. Maybe it's just me, but it certainly isn't any fun.

Testing it Out

So, for the longest time I wondered what the big deal was with blogs. I didn't really see what was with all the hype. But now, I have say that I'm converted, so I'm going to give it a shot. I can't say my life is very interesting, so we'll have to see if I even have anything to write about.