Things I Should Have Learned by Now

1) I can sunburn. I always think it won't happen, and then ya know what? It does. Not a whole lot, and most of the time it's only a day before it turns tan, but sometimes? It hurts. Like, aloe vera/can't-sleep-at-night hurts. Like even just sitting in a chair at a computer, say, typing a blog, it feels as if there's smoldering embers between my shoulder blades. Why do I continue to think I'm invincible?!




2) I can't drink more than four sips of carbonation without getting sick. I've just got to own up to that. No matter how much I like the taste of root beer with pizza, or Vanilla Coke with anything...it's not worth it. In a future book, called "The Science of Sodas", I'm hoping the authors will use my story as a cautionary tale. Do not stop drinking carbonation for more than three years if you truly love it. You will never be able to handle it again.
(Ok, truthfully, I don't miss soda that much and it does feel way better not to drink it, but just every once in a while I get these cravings... and I really shouldn't indulge. At least not more than four sips. Not unless I'm willing to fully accept the consequences that it WILL turn my stomach upside-down.)




3) How to say 'foliage'. It wasn't until just this last weekend that I realized that sometimes I say 'foil-age'. Obviously, in my mind I get the i and the l reversed depending on my mood. Luckily this isn't a word that has come up too often in discussions, and if you say it fast enough no one's the wiser, but nevertheless, this is super embarrassing. Almost as embarrassing as thinking that 'eavesdropping' was 'E's dropping', or that 'soo' (with two o's, as in 'soo much') is a real word. You know who you are.



Anyway, despite these humbling realizations, this last Pioneer Weekend was great. The definite highlight was going boating with Brooke, Preston and Sierra, even if it did result in my uncomfortable state. And, believe it or not, seven years after my last attempt, it turns out-- I can wakeboard! Talk about something I should have learned by now...

Thoughts on Salad, Lakes and Tootsie Rolls

I like tomatoes in salad. I like strawberries in salad. I do not like tomatoes and strawberries in the same salad.


Utah Lake is impossible to find. Sean and I tried to drive to the shore last night (I remembered from high school somewhere by Springville where people would have bon fires...must be gone now?) and about an hour and several scary roads later, we gave up. The night wasn't a complete loss though-- we saw the tiniest baby deer, a baby kitty, and a huge owl. I hadn't ever seen an owl in Utah, so that was neat. I'm a little sad Sean wouldn't let me pet the deer though. He claims it would've just ran away from me when I got out of the car, but obviously he forgets that I used to be a Disney princess.



Oh, and FYI, 'Lake Shore' signs, off of the Springville exit, are not in fact signs directing you to the lake shore. Apparently it's a place. I don't think that's fair.

A few days ago, I suspected someone of stealing tootsie rolls out of my candy jar at work, so I went Harriet the Spy on them and left a hair on top of the lid. That way, I would know if it'd been tampered with. Real slick, I know. The next day, after having eaten a few tootsies, I remembered my plan. The hair, of course, was already gone, moved most likely by me. So the next day I tried it again, leaving a post-it note to remember to check on the tootsie jar. Came to work, and.... five hours and oh, 12 tootsie rolls later, I noticed the post it note. Again, I had spoiled my perfect plan. So at the end of the third day, I counted how many tootsies were left (at this point, only 7) and wrote down that number. Came to work the next day to find.... seven tootsie rolls. Now, you might think this means no one was stealing tootsie rolls. But I think they knew I was getting suspicious.

I need more tootsie rolls.

The First Big Girl Job of the Marriage!

So, a certain Miss Robinson's blog has inspired me to start blogging more frequently. Consequently, to make the task less overwhelming, I'm probably going to go ahead and start writing shorter entries. We'll see if I can actually do that. (Little known fact: In fifth grade we started every class period with 15 minutes of journal-writing. That was never enough time for me, so a lot of times I would have to bring my journal home with me to finish my entries. I think I went through seven journals for the whole year, a record that was still standing 8 years later when my youngest sister Amy was in Miss Burton's class. So I guess you could say I've got quite the reputation at Northridge Elementary.)

So a quick posting about my Big Girl job. I'm gonna make it bullet points even, cut out any unnecessary fluff: (plus I'm at work right now so I should get back to work in a minute here..)

• I have been working at Ancestry.com since October 09, right when we got back from our Honeymoon.
• It was/is a huge blessing. I had been looking for a different job (no offense Tucanos... actually yes, you can take offense) since May of 2008, when I graduated from BYU. A year and a half later this worked out, and right when we needed things like benefits. Ancestry.com has awesome benefits.
• I started as a Content Editor, and two promotions later I am now a Project Lead. It's hard to describe what I do, especially cuz every project is different, but pretty much I work with databases/use sql/write configs/normalize data/oversee editing/check images... and anything else that needs to happen before projects go live on the website.
• It sounds super nerdy, and it kind of is. I never thought I would in anyway resemble a computer programmer (what my dad does) but it's not too bad. And I actually really really like it. I actually have to use my brain and problem solve, it makes me feel smart.
• I work with really fun people. Everyday during lunch we play games like Werewolf, Killer Bunnies, Guillotine or Family Business. Or we watch Wipeout. And Fridays are Wii days. Well, we play everyday unless we're too busy with project deadlines coming up.
• I have a nice big cubicle. I love it. Also, two big monitors. Having two monitors has completely spoiled me, and now one feels like way too small of a space.

Shoot, this is too long already. Ok, I'm shutting up now and heading back to work.

THE END

**Possibly what my workplace would be like if it were 70 years ago. (Photo courtesy of Ancestry.com of course)