Useless Trivia About Me

Jobs I've Had:
1. BYU Catering
2. Law School Library
3. Convergys (American Express customer service) yuck!!
4. Mega Diamond - Wahooo!! After all a diamond is a girls best friend, especially when it's in your nose.... huh Megan???
5. Law Firm secretary
6. Bank secretary

Movies I could watch over and over:
1. My Big Fat Greek Wedding
2. Pride and Prejudice (Most chick flicks)
3. Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants (Oh, that was a hard one to admit)
4. oh, I don't know, there are a bunch i wouldn't mind seeing again - Bat Man Begins, The Bourne series, etc.

Places I've been:
1. Canada
2. Italy
3. Chicago
4. Switzerland
5. England
6. France

Places I've lived
1. Canada
2. Provo, Utah
3. Florence, Italy
4. Las Vegas

Shows I enjoy:
1. 24
2. The Office
3. Myth busters (ha ha ha yeah, Geek!!)

Favorite Foods:
1. Chocolate Cake!!!
2. Sweet and Sour Ribs
3. California Rolls
4. crackers

Websites I visit regularly:
1. lds.org
2. yahoomusic.com
3. hotmail.com
4. facebook.com
5. bankofamerica.com

Body parts I've injured:
1. I broke my Finger
2. I broke my foot
3. ...I think I broke my brain...but it's better now, don't worry

Nicknames:
1. Amy Pie
2. Ames
3. Aim
4. Sorella

Rite Aid or Wrong Aid

I work close to Rite Aid. It's pretty handy to have a Rite Aid right there, just in case I need any last minute prescriptions filled for my chronic chocolate needs, you know. Rite Aid, however, has been the source of much confusion/amusement as of late. Myra (my partner in crime who works down the hall from me, and who is also my room mate) and I make frequent trips to Rite Aid on hot Las Vegas days, to refresh ourselves with any of their cool beverages, or just to get a sugar high before having to return to the old grind. Communication at Rite Aid has been difficult the past few trips. In fact, just yesterday we were standing in line and this woman walks in with her cart, goes up to the cashier and asks "Where is your Breet?" The cashier's brow furrows "What?" "Your Breet." The woman persists. "Um, I'm not sure...oh Brita? As in water?" The woman stiffened in her haughtiness "Yes, your Breet." Okay, maybe you had to be there, but I just wanted to laugh out loud! Breet? I had no clue what she was referring to and I had thought she was saying Freet! The whole time I was thinking "What the crap is Freet?" Well, this isn't the first time we have had miscommunication issues at Rite Aid. A while back Myra was trying to use her debit card and asked the cashier about the transaction. Well, the cashier thought Myra was talking about a coupon, for some reason, and she kept trying to tell Myra how the coupon would only take a certain amount off of her purchase. Once again, communication was confused and we walked out of the store wondering what the deal was with people at Rite Aid. The last time I went in there, one cashier was telling the other "I just hung up on Dan, and then I hung up on Cindy. I don't know what's wrong with this phone!" and right at that moment, she dropped it. "I'll tell you what's wrong with your phone lady." I thought. Oh the strange things that happen and the strange people that you'll find at Rite Aid! Good thing I stopped working there a long time ago! I should have known Rite Aid was doomed when I walked into work in the pharmacy department one day and there were police all over the place. Come to find out, one of the pharmacists was pocketing drugs!! Shauna (my other partner in crime and my sister) can attest to the Rite Aid/Wrong Aid conspiracy too. There are just too many witnesses...sorry Rite Aid. It looks like there is not much hope for you.

Pet Peves:

#1. Manipulation. Don't try to be sly about it, just come out and say it!!
#2. Degrading comments. Even if you think you are better than everyone else, no one wants
to hear about it.
#3. A combination of the two. Manipulating degredation I call it.

Just don't do it. People will like you a lot better if you are just a nice person.

Had a Bad Day?

I had a bad day yesterday when I found out the bank I am working for, might be closing our office. Needless to say, watching this clip totally made my day.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A4HrfXmJ7-I

Maybe you have to know Daniel to really appreciate this, but Myra and I used to hang out with Daniel and Ammon when we lived in Southridge appartments. We pretty much laughed the whole year we lived there. Good memories! You know, it's the good memories (ElCamino and Christmas tree burning, Punked, Praying over Daniel's birthday breakfast, Jimmy Eat World, staying up until 5:00 am, stadium seating, "All's fair in love and war") that make the hard times seem like "stupid post apocolypse" affairs.

Flummox

Life is hard when you're a klutz. Fortunately for me, I haven't broken any bones. This is surprising, however, when you consider how many times my fingers have been smashed by the old window in Great Aunt Jane's cabin, how many times I have tripped over my own feet, been electrocuted by the horse fence, been stabbed by unnaturally low tree limbs, smacked my head on the doorway down to our basement, crashed on my bike, etc. etc. on and on. Spilling is my favorite past time however. I have reached records of the most accidental spills in one day. One of my reoccurring childhood memories is mopping up the floor because I have spilled water all over the place, trying to fill the glasses for dinner. If ever I was lucky enough not to just drop the water jug at the beginning of the whole ordeal, everyone could always tell who filled the water glasses when they sat down to dinner and their dinner plate held more water than their glass. At one point, my mom just stopped asking me to help. I guess it was one way to get out of things.
Even worse than the physical klutziness I experience every day is my uncanny ability to stick my foot in my mouth or simply to say something without really thinking about it first, only to realize after a second or two that the situation has suddenly become very awkward. I could go on for several pages, but I will briefly highlight some key moments or generalizations.

1. Making racist comments that I don't even know are racist. (Sorry Rebbecca, and Ricky)
2. Horny toad story. In grade school my friend was telling me that the mascot of her mother's elementary school was a horny toad. Well, being the innocent Provo elementary schooler that I was, I attempted to make one of my slapstick (corny) jokes that I am so well known for, and blurted out "Well, that darn toad must have been very horny!" As soon as people began to laugh, I realized they weren't laughing at my joke the way I had meant it. "Go ask your mom what that means!" people began taunting me. Oh, poor little Amy.
3. Most recent. I had just met some people at FHE and was busy chatting about nothing when, for some reason the topic of the PBS program on Mormons came to my mind and I was attempting to say how my boss had watched it and ended up thinking Mormons still lived like pioneers. Well, the words flowed smoothly through my mind but some how the acronym PBS got mixed up and came out as PMS. "So my boss saw that show on PMS about Mormons...." All of the sudden I realized what had just come out of my mouth. "Did I really just say that?" I thought. I'm sure my face turned beet red, I had to hide it somehow but all I could do was laugh. Later I received a text message that began "Hey PBS..." I have been tagged. No more first impressions.

In all my years of blunders I have learned that if you don't laugh at yourself, you'll just cry, so I laugh a lot. In fact I laugh so much sometimes that I can't control it and people end up laughing at me even harder because I am laughing really hard about something that is not that funny. If you ever want to experience this phenomenon, just ask me to tell you about the pigeon that flew into the window in the train station, or the bird that kept pecking at my dad's head. Ha ha ha, okay, even now I am laughing. I'll stop right now or I'll get myself into trouble. So that is the story of my life as a flummox. It's a pretty entertaining life I'll say.

CRAZY!

My friends call me crazy, and you’re welcome to do the same, but the source of my craziness is actually an addiction I just can’t shake. Running, that is my addiction, and the reason my friends call me crazy.
With no particular destination in mind I find great personal satisfaction in lacing up my dirt-covered, tread-worn Asics and hitting the streets. Maybe this, in and of itself, isn’t that crazy, but the fact that I get up at 5:00 in the morning to do it doesn’t earn me many sanity points.
To enhance the craziness I have visions of running a marathon. Such a task is not merely a casual morning’s jog. Every yard of the 26.2 miles of pavement, requires serious focus and determination. Yes, insanity. It even sounds insane to me and yet I can’t shake the incredible desire to conquer the carnal woman inside of me by accomplishing that which seems unattainable. I’ve heard it said that the first man to ever undertake such a feat died shortly thereafter.
Fortunately for me, I know several people who have battled the distance and come out victorious. Some of them have even spoken great things of their experience. “Is it Human?” I ask. “No” They reply with tight lips, “God did not create man for this purpose, but He did give him determination, which is the drive behind it all.”
Though running a marathon is probably not the first item on many new-years resolutions lists, this year I have added it to mine. The simple fact is, I want to be inhuman. There is something about running that gives me a complete sense of power and excitement. A runner’s high, is what they call it.
So, in order to test my abilities I decided to enter the Provo River 10 mile trail run this last weekend. Sure, I was pretty nervous. After all, if I died on this attempt, my plans to run a marathon would be seriously thwarted, but on the other hand, if I did well, maybe I'd be inspired to push the marathon idea.
The morning of the race came. I was fighting that early morning nausea (due to extreme lack of sleep) combined with an anxious adrenaline that only the crazy can understand. As the bus took us up Provo Canyon, it passed all of the familiar bends and turns that I have memorized through the years of my childhood.
My heart skipped a beat, however, when the bus whizzed past the spot that I had envisioned to be the starting point of the run. Up up up, the bus continued past one familiar park, on to the next and then even past that! The bends didn't look so familiar all of the sudden, as the hole in my stomach deepened.
"I am going to die" I thought as the bus finally eased around the last corner. We all filed out of the crayon yellow box of a bus into the chilly mountainous air. "Yep, this will be the last day of my pathetic life, but I am not going to go without a fight!" The gun fired and I set off toward the finish line 10 miles away.
I was surprised how fast the first 5 miles went. Besides the fact that they were all down hill, they were in the shade too. My stomach finally relaxed as the territory became more familiar and I knew I would be okay. "Just keep on putting' one foot in front of the other" I kept in time to the music blaring on my MP3 player.
The sun came up over the mountain peak and I began to slow down a bit. Heat is what really kills me but I figured that if I could run in the heat of Vegas, this should be nothing right? I kept on, constant and steady.
The trick to distance running is keeping a pace you can stick to the whole time, not letting up when things get too hot or when the path starts ascending or when you accidentally inhale a bug. I rounded the last corner of the canyon and started down toward the River Woods shops. By this time it was really getting hot and my umph was starting to let up, but the finish line was so close!
I stopped to stretch for a second, just to get my wind back for the last bit of the race. I had been going strong and could afford a 30 second pit stop. I didn't want to walk at all.
Back on track I strained the last mile and crossed triumphant in my own glory, pausing under the sprinkler to celebrate. I had made it! I had conquered my inner woman and in better time then I had predicted! I was content.

Next stop, 1/2 marathon, and then well........ to infinity and beyond!!

BFF's

It's that laugh you force when you are trying to pretend you are amused by something that's really not funny. It's the nod that appears to say "I understand" or "Yes, we are on the same page" or "I agree" when, in all reality, you could care less. It's the affirmative grunts or noises you make on the phone such as : "Hmmmm" or "yeah" when you haven't really even been listening to what the person on the other end is saying. It's the "Hi, how are you doing?" as you pass by some acquaintance you've only met a few times and you can't even remember their name. It's pretending you are completely fine when, in actuality, everything inside of you is telling you to cry or yell or run away or just plain nail the sucker right in the chin. The other person will never know these intense feelings you are experiencing, however, because you are so good at faking it.
We all do it, this fake thing. I have done it so many times it's sickening. I think it's caused by a fear that if you actually say or do what you are thinking, you might never be able to repair the damage. So you just sit there and smile and nod every once in a while, and continue to be fake. You are happy and comfortable in your little world of secrets, behind your fake mask. How different would this world be if everyone spoke their mind instead of only saying things they think others want to hear?
And then you have those people who know you so well, you just can't fake it around them. You can try as hard as you wish, but they can see right through you. "How are you?" they ask. "Good" you reply. "What's wrong?" they immediately catch on. "Nothing" you try to fake it. "Come on, spit it out." They stand there staring into your soul and you feel naked. "Dang!" you say to yourself, because nothing ever gets past them. Then you spill your guts, cry a little, and feel better. I wish the world was filled with more people like that. Best Friends.

Celebrity Sightings

Being tall definitely has its advantages when it comes to celebrity sightings. Yesterday (6/6/07) was the premier of Oceans 13 on the strip at The Palms Casino. As soon as we got wind that the cast was going to arrive for their opening debut, Liz, Myra and I joined the throng of fans who anxiously awaited their arrival.
One woman in the crowd, was from England. She was already a little giddy (drunk) and she continued to get louder and louder as her friend brought her another drink. "Brad!!" She yelled at the first sighting of Brad Pitt, in her British accent. "You smart little cracka!" Then she proceeded to force her husband to bend down so she could get up on his shoulders to have a better view. "My nicka's aren't showing are they?" She asked as her poor husband tottered under her weight. All I could think of was "This woman is so drunk! She better not puke on me." She continued to scream a slue of excited profanities as she spotted the stars of the new movie. I couldn't help laughing at her. It was almost more entertaining to watch her and her servant of a husband, then to see the celebrities, but really, nothing can top Brad Pitt, George Clooney, and Matt Damon.

"How Aims Became Bald"

Long ago and far away in the land of "The Muddy" there lived a girl, let's call her Aims. Well, Aims was bored (not board mind you) and she really wanted something to do. It's not that she didn't have many lovely friends to do things with, she just needed something to occupy her mind so she wouldn't think too much about other things (I think they call it suppression). She looked all around her for something to do and she complained a lot about not having anything to do.
Finally Aims decided to call upon The God of the Sky to give her something to do so she wouldn't be bored anymore. She called and she called but there was no answer from The God in the sky. Aims became frustrated and decided to take matters into her own hands. So Aims began to play the guitar, she began to create art, and she even began to read a lot, even so much that her head was always stuck in a book.
Her friends would stand at her window and call out "Aims, we are going to get ice cream. Come with us!" and Aims would reply with a flick of her wrist and say "Pooh pooh, I am staying here with my book." They were very disappointed.
Then finally The God of the sky decided to grant Aims her request. You see the God of the Sky knows best and He knew that the time had not yet been ripe for Aims to learn her lesson, but that day did come.
Suddenly Aims was very busy with many things to do. She had things to do almost every night, and they were fun things too. But Aims found that she missed the old days of reading and lounging around, "Waiting for the money" so to speak, and she began to complain about not having enough time. She complained that she was going out with all the wrong guys, she complained about her job, she complained about The Muddy, and she especially complained about her banking class she had wanted to take, but suddenly didn't want to take anymore.
The God of the Sky was angry with Aims. "You are ungrateful, just like The Children of the Desert who complained about the food I provided for them and when I finally gave them something else, they complained about that too. Because you are so ungrateful, I will not make you wonder in The Muddy for 30 years, but I will make a more permanent mark upon you so that every day, you will wake up and remember that you need to be grateful."
And with that, Aims found that she no longer had any hair! She was bald, completely!!! Aims cried and cried, but there was nothing she could do. Her sentence had been determined. She would never complain again. (Until it really hit her that she had no hair)

*Moral of the story: Don't complain, it might come back to bit you in the... well you fill in the blank.

California Here We Come

Body Boarding rules!!! I am determined to learn how to surf now that I've caught the sickness. Okay, so I'm really not that good, but it was so fun!! We spent this last long weekend in San Diego (So Cal. Ha ha ha, I am such a wanna be!) I learned how to body board and now I am hooked. We spent all day at the beach body boarding and then we spent the next day observing the guys who really know how to do it on the bigger waves. Okay so maybe I wasn't so mezmarized by their skill as I was other things...but we won't go there (Mom are you reading this?) Anyway, I read up on how to surf and I think all I need now is a board and I am on my way to Hawaii! (I wish!) I find such a thrill in these things.

While we were out in the ocean waiting to catch the next good wave, I looked up to see something big, jumping through the waves. Panick ran through me as I remembered the, ever so looming, fear of sharks I'd had when I was younger. That fear was quickly replaced by amazement, however, when I realized the sharks were really dolphins. Sharks dont jump like that. Silly Amy.

Anyway, so I have decided to quit my job, trade my car in for a surf board, and live on Lagoona Beach. It is so beautiful. No wonder everyone wants to live there. Actually it's a good thing I don't live there, I'd really become irresponsable. It would be a bad thing.

Last week I went to Seattle on a business trip. Seattle is really green too and it's by the ocean. Maybe I'll move to Seattle, then I can work durring the week and freeze in the ocean on the weekends, as I struggle to teach myself how to surf. Wow, there are so many places to go, so many things to see, and so little time and money to do it with.

RUNNING

I run everywhere
But mostly away.

Muscles charged,
Blood pumping,

I am strong.

And through my weakness,
I determine to conquer,

To overcome,
What’s inside.

I run to stay alive.

It's a Beautiful Day!

So I just wanted to explain the title of my blog a bit. "Beautiful Day" by U2 inspired me to see the better side of life. It helped me come out on top of some tough times and I think I could say that it really changed me. I had this brilliant idea that I was going to write to Bono and tell him how his song has influenced me, but then I decided that he probably gets millions of the same sort of letters from obsessed fans. I didnt want my sentimental scribble to get lost in the abyss of crazed fan letters so, one day, when I am famous (for something really great, though I don't know what that is at this moment or I'd already be famous) Bono will look on my blog and be flattered. (ha ha ha)

So here is the sound track of my life:

1. "Bohemian Rapsody" by: Queen - My cousin and I used to love this song when we were little.

2. "The Sign" by: Ace of Base - I thought this was the coolest song in Jr. High. (I was sooo cool!)

3. "It's a Beautiful Day" by: U2 - My senior year of High School my best friend Myra and I went to their concert. It was amazing!

4. "Spiderweb" by: No Doubt - High School, want to be bitter, girl song.

5. "Take It or Leave It" by: The Strokes - Singing at the top of our lungs while driving down Canyon Road on our regular date of dinner and a movie with Helene West.

6. "Yellow" by: Cold Play - First experience moving away from home after High School.

7. "Amber" by: 311 - My "I want to lie in a hammock on a deserted island and just chill" song.

8. "Bubbly Toes" by: Jack Johnson - To Shauna, because she has bubbly toes.

8. "We are going to be Friends" by: White Stripes - Backpacking Europe trip.

9. "Starlight" by: The Muse - To Stella, my speedy partner in crime!!!

10. "Stolen" by: Dashboard Confessional - Because it's just a really good song.

11. "Read My Mind" by: The Killers - Because I am so easy to read, dispite the fact that I don't want people to know what I'm thinking.

12. "Annie Are You Okay?" by: Alien Ant Farm - Because Myra, you are OK!!

13. "Glycerine" by: Bush - Cuz I love the title and the song too.

14. "The Sweater Song" by: Weezer - because it reminds me of Daniel and Ammon and makes me laugh.

15. "Single" by: Nitosha Beddingfield - To the "Fabulous Five"

*I dedicate this entry to my poor stolen CD collection. May Mr. 5 finger discount enjoy them as much as I have.

On Top of the World

I have traveled to a lot of different places in the world and every time I come home, someone asks, "Where is the most beautiful place you have been?" I have to hesitate. Each destination has it's highlights whether it's the Coliseum in Rome, the beach in Chinque Terre, or the flashy lights of Vegas. It all comes down to one point in the end, however, there's is no place like home.

I am a mountain girl through and through. I love the mountains and having grown up in Provo, they are kind of a symbol of home to me. There is something secure about them, almost like a blockade, they are protection. They symbolize both power and serenity. Power because of their magnificence, and serenity because of the feeling you get when you have just reached the top. It's liberating to stand there and look down on the world, and realize that your problems really aren't as big as you make them out to be. You can conquer them, just like you conquered that mountain, one step at a time. It is, in fact, a spiritual experience.
Now I know you're thinking, "This is an interesting entry. Next I'll bet she is going to quote some cheesy poem, start singing some sentimental ballad or, heaven forbid, cry! Well reader, put your mind at ease because I am not going to quote a poem (although Emily Dickinson would be appropriate), or sing a sentimental ballad (although Dashboard Confessional has come out with an excellent new CD) and, no, you will not have the privilege, or satisfaction (which ever you would like) of seeing me cry (especially because, even if I were to cry, you wouldn't see it now would you?).
So last weekend my room mate, Erika, and I, met some friends in Zion National Park. We decided that we wanted a challenge and so we headed up one of the most awe inspiring peaks in Zion called Angel's Landing. Now if you haven't hiked this one yet, I would highly recommend it but if you are afraid of heights, you'd probably be better off going up The Narrows.
At one point of the hike, you are scaling a narrow ledge that connects two parts of the mountain. The ledge is about 5 feet across and on either side there is about a 1500 ft drop off. My advice: "just concentrate on your next move and don't look down!"
So there I was in the thrill of the hike, stuck behind this lady who was shaking so bad I spent my time worrying she'd lose her balance and fall off the edge. Despite that minor detail, she had to be at least 50 years old AND she was wearing a skirt, but not just any old lady skirt, it was a mini skirt! Who does that? Talk about varicose veins, I never want to be 50! I do have to hand it to her for her brave ambition however, especially because I believe the risk factor increases with age, due to lack of balance of coarse.
Anyway, the top was so triumphant! You look over an amazing display of green and red under an untainted sky of blue and it just takes your breath away! All the sweat and anxiety of getting there is worth while when you reach the top of the world, and hey, if Grandma can do it, so can you!

The Fab Five

Everyone in our apartment was having a hard week. Things can get tough when you live in a place like "The Muddy". We definately aren't in Provo anymore! So one weekend we decided to take off and go to California. The great thing about living in Vegas is that everyone from California comes to gamble on the weekends and we get to go there. It's kind of a swap. Anyway so we got a hotel room for two nights and spent Saturday on the beach. It was an awesome and much needed break.
These are my room mates. Myra is on the far right. Myra is so great! We have been best friends since we were in Junior High and we have had a so many incredible adventures together. We are the amazing traveling partners. Liz is just right of Myra. She is a PE teacher at one of the high schools here in Vegas. I love her because she has a great sense of humor and laughs a lot. She is athletic, like me, and we have visions of doing a triathlon together.
Erica is next. I just love Erica! She has this cleaver personality that I envy. I met her about 2 years ago because she was in Myra's ward. Well, everyone called her "Beppa" and for the longest time I didn't know her real name. She is still in my phone as "Beppa".
Then, there's me...Well, not much to report there, but we do have one other room mate that couldn't come on the trip with us, which would explain why she isn't in the picture. Her name is Nancy. Nancy is a high school Home Economics teacher. She is an extremely organized and keeps herself quite busy. She is a very charitable person and she is always cooking for some big function. We have all appreciated her cooking skills (especially her deserts!)
So together we are the "Fab Five", at least that's what they call us, and to tell you the truth, I think they are right! We are pretty fabulous, even if I do say so myself.

"Tomarrow"

Okay, so don't you hate it when you have been doing something wrong for a long time, only to suddenly find out that you have been doing it wrong all along and no one has bothered to tell you? Well, I am ashamed to admit this, but I have been spelling the word "tomorrow" wrong for years!!! For some reason I thought it was spelled "tomarrow". I really think it should be spelled that way because that's how it sounds. Dang this English language sometimes!
My aunt had a similar experience with the phrase "chest of drawers". She thought it was "chester drawers" her whole life and then, to her mortification, her husband finally came out and told her it's "chest of drawers". Talk about feeling stupid.
I have learned to appreciate those people who are genuinely honest. Not critical, mind you, but honest. They have your best interest in mind and they don't want you to walk around looking stupid, so they tell you straight out. "Hey, you have some black stuff smeared all across your face". Instead of you going home and feeling completely embarrassed because you have been walking around all day with some horrid black smudge streaked all across your face.
The thing that makes me feel most ridiculous is that I have been spelling tomorrow wrong in all of my text messages. Well, I like to use the automatic words (or whatever they are officially called) because I think it's faster to write text messages and I have always thought it was so dumb that "tomarrow" was never in my phone dictionary. "Of all of the words that are in here, why would the word tomarrow be left out?" Okay at this point you would think I'd get the hint that I was spelling it wrong, but it never really did.
My question is: Why didn't anyone tell me? Of all of the people I text messaged using the word "tomarrow", why didn't anyone ever tell me? Or was everyone sitting comfortably in their own little worlds, laughing at my ignorance?

A special thanks to Cassidy for her excellent spell checking skills.

Don't Mess With Me!

So, with all of the drama that's going on in my life, I kind of took my frustrations out on Paul. Poor Paul, he really didn't know what was coming. Okay, so he asked me to give him a haircut and I can't help it, the razor slipped and... well... oops!
See those dark circles under my eyes? Never ask anyone with circles under their eyes like that to give you a haircut. They obviously don't know what they are doing and, to tell you the truth, I have never cut anyone's hair before. The only experience I've had with cutting hair was when I took the scissors to my own head as a child. The result, well let's just say I was embarassed to be seen in public for a few weeks.
I have often thought that hair was over rated and the less energy you had to put into it, the better, even though I did my share of worrying over it. I used to have really long hair, almost to my waist. It was easy, all I had to do was blow it dry and brush it. When I finally decided to cut it, to look more professional, I freaked out. I had just cut off 11 freakin' inches! I felt like I had just cut off half of my mortal existance. My only consolation was that my hair is probably sitting on the head of someone with cancer. I hope they enjoy it because I sure did. ...Maybe Paul could have used it...

The Country Music of My Life

I love music and I've often thought how every significant part of my life has a song attached to it. You know those songs that you hear and they bring an event, a trip, or a specific person to your mind? Well I'd like to write a sound track to my life. It would be a pretty dang good sound track, that is, if you (reader) had the same taste in music as me.

I like all types of music but there is one type of music that I have never really liked, and perhaps that's because it is associated with bad memories from the past, but I cant' stand country music. Now, I'm not talking folk music, I'm talking steel guitar, knee slappin', bandana wearin', twangy country. Well, I regret to say that the theme song of my life for the past two months has been a country song. I lost my job, I lost my car, my dog died, oh wait, I don't have a dog, nevermind. But if I did have a dog, I'm sure it would have died too.

Okay, so on my 26th birthday I recall looking back on the previous year's events and thinking to myself, "Dang, this last year has been an adventure. I wonder what will unfold this next year of my life?" Well, little did I know but I had just cursed myself. Three days later, I was "let go" from the law firm I had been working for, because they wanted to expand their company and they needed to hire an accountant. So they decided to kill two birds with one stone, having the accountant take over my job too. So once again, I was left looking for a job, only this time, I had a car payment I was worried about.

Needless to say I was frantic. I searched and searched and applied and applied and finally found a temp job at another law firm while I continued to interview for other jobs. Then, the inevitable happened. I was on my way to work one morning and had stopped at a red light. When the light changed and the traffic started going again I started going too (like any normal person who was trying to make it to work on the other side of Las Vegas in decent time, would do).

Well, all of the sudden the lady infront of me stopped. By the time I slammed on my breaks, it was too late. Little Stella had taken a nasty hit. Well, to make this long story shorter, my car has been in the shop for a month now.

I console myself by telling myself that all of the bad events for the year are going to happen at the beginning of the year so the rest of the year should be amazing!! Maybe I'll be the 50th customer of the day at Piggley Wiggley and win a free pig or something. Talk about stress, I think I am developing a bald spot and the premature aging is really beginning to show!!

Well, this story isn't completely a tradgedy, or a country song (sorry for all of you who like country music). I just started a new job on Monday and my car is supposed to be done on Friday, so things are looking up from here. Although, I did accidentally walk into the men's bathroom instead of the women's yesterday... is that a bad sign?

Oh by the way, if you want to hear a really good song, the song of the month is "Read My Mind" by The Killers. It's NOT country.

Stellar Stella

This is my new car Stella. She is so much fun. I love to drive her. She is a 2004 Chrysler Crossfire. She actually saved me from abandonment when my old Buick gave up the ghost. Fortunately it didnt die until my dad had gotten it back to Provo, but I bought my car just in time. Okay, maybe it was a little irresponsable of me to get it, but I figured, "Hey, I'm single, I don't have to answer to anyone else, I am going to buy it by golly" and so I did.

Sista's

This is my sister and I. We don't look anything alike, but we pretty much have the same tastes. Our voices are so a like that even my mom can't tell us appart on the phone! It's good, however, because Kait likes me because my voice sounds like her mom's voice.

Isn't This Smile Contagious?

Okay so isn't this smile contagious? How can you help looking at this cute little face and not smiling yourself? I tell you I can't!
This is my niece Kaitlyn. She is such a funny girl. When she gets really excited, she flapps her arms and her legs really fast. Its almost as if her happiness was enough to allow her to take flight. I won't be surprized when she actually does start flying one of these days.
She is 7 months old now and her first two teeth just came in. It's hard to live so far away and not be able to babysit or anything. I am completely jealous every time my mom calls and tells me how Kait crawled for the first time, or that she now loves to imitate people, or even how cute she looks in her new swimming suit.

Hi, and welcome to my blog. I'm Amy, but then again, if you are reading this, you probably already know that. I was born in Canada, raised in Provo, Utah, and currently live in Las Vegas, or "The Muddy" as we, so affectionately, call it.

Here is a little bit about me. I served an LDS mission in the Rome, Italy mission and I am passionate about anything having to do with Italy so if you were rooting for any other team durring the world cup, I hope you didn't cry too much when the Italians blew everyone out of the water. Ha ha, suckers

I love running, in fact, I am quite passionate about that too. My goal is to run a marathon some day. I completed a triathlon just before I left on my mission and barely lived to tell about it, so I am trying to prepare a little more for this next, Super Hero Amy, experience.

I love jam in large quantities and, dare I say, I am kind of obessed with that as well. Wow, are you seeing a pattern here? I like to think that I live life passionately, it makes things more exciting!

I am the oldest of two girls. My younger sister and her husband just had a baby in August of last year (2006) and, yup, you guessed it, I am passionate about being an aunt. In fact, I am a pretty darn good aunt, if I do say so myself. I love my little niece.

I have traveled all over the United States. My dad drives a semi truck and when I was young I used to go on trips with him. We counted once and figured I have been to over 35 of the 50 states. I love traveling. My most recent trip was a month long back packing trip to Europe with my best friend, Myra. I would highly recommend it to anyone.

I love books and I love to read and write. I graduated in english from BYU and I am currently trying to figure out what in the world I was intending to do with that. Don't ask me. I had visions of writing books, and I have several in mind that I want to start. I just need to start them.

Anyway, that's me in a nut shell. If you want to know more about me, read the rest of my blog.