Monday, April 28, 2008
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Where are my tulips? I swear they were there yesterday. I know they were. I was admiring them for quite some time. Could they all have died? I did some investigating...
That tulip is new...so where did the other ones go? They didn't die, the head is just cut off. WHAT!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!??!?!?! Where have the heads to ALL my tulips gone?! My blood was boiling. I was SO MAD. This was my first year planting tulips and I've waited for 6 months to see them bloom!
At first I was SURE that it was some punk kid who stole them for prom. Or who cut the heads off to be funny. Or who was just lame in general. OOOOOOOh, and I was going to find him. I was going to the police if I had to.
I wandered the block. I checked out all the neighbors yard. Some people were missing a tulip or two, but no one had the damage we had. I asked all the neighbors if they had seen anything suspicious. No one had, but steam was coming out of my ears. "I'm going to find that stupid kid!!"
Finally I made it to the Carr's yard. I started talking to Wally and he suggested it might be deer. He said he'd seen a few deer and there were droppings in his yard this morning. Come to think of it, I had seen a deer bolt through my yard yesterday. But it couldn't be deer, could it? Just the tulips were gone, no daffodils. Surely it was a kid who wanted just tulips for prom. Wally told me that deer don't eat daffodils. He asked if just the head was gone...yes. Turns out deer only like the head, or the bulb if they're feeling feisty.
I walked back to my yard to settle the dispute. Deer tracks everywhere. It WAS deer. Stupid, silly, prancing, white tailed deer.
Get me my rifle and sign me up for deer hunting next season.
Monday, April 21, 2008
I've been doing this:
A lot. Lots and lots of hot dogs. We've been catering daily for the past few weeks.
I haven't been doing a lot of this:
The pile almost took over my bed, so I finally broke down and did laundry. It took 3 days, but its done. I don't want to do laundry for a long time.
We don't have catering until MAY which is amazing, but this week should rock our world. We've broken our record today and last Friday. It will only get busier this week, until Friday (graduation day!) where we always smash our record.
Our employees are leaving for the summer, so I even get to fill in this Thursday and Friday.
Pray for me, I'm really really rusty.
Friday, April 18, 2008
The Democratic Republic of Congo, formerly Zaire, has a dismal aviation record. There have been 10 plane crashes in the nation since February of last year, resulting in 76 deaths -- not including Tuesday's crash -- according to Aviation Safety Network.
Saiki said because of its poor infrastructure, air travel is one of the few ways to get around the Congo.
"This is the third largest country in Africa, as big as Western Europe, and yet you don't even have 2,000 miles of roads," Saiki said. "So basically most of the transportation in such a big country is done by air."
Friday, April 11, 2008
Just so we're all clear, this was an ad made by a BYU student for a class. There is no location in Salt Lake. Hopefully there will be sometime. Our shack is red, isn't it?
Thursday, April 10, 2008
About 15 years ago, we were on a family vacation which required quite a bit of walking. So, we found a way to entertain ourselves; we played rock paper scissors with Drew. He was 6 and not nearly as skilled as I was at age 13, or my older siblings Tyler and Kendra. To make things interesting, we almost always had a wager: foot rubs at the end of the night. Guess how many nights I got foot rubs? Almost every night. Poor Drew.
Tomorrow Drew and I won't be playing rock paper scissors, nor will either of us be receiving a foot rub. But we will be catering for an estimated 2,000 people who will be playing rock paper scissors. This is our largest catering job to date--actually almost double our next largest job. But we have three bad-mama-jama grills and a plethera of skilled employees. We have some new threads we'll be wearing. Our trailer has been totally decked out with shelving, a slick new paint job, and lots of bungee cords.
We're ready, I think. Actually we're stressed. But it will be done tomorrow and then we can focus on Saturday's catering job. Pheh, and I just got done thinking about the one we did tonight.
Foot rub anyone?
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
I emailed a bunch of people who were advertising tickets on craigslist today. I explained to them who Megan was, and why we wanted the tickets. Thankfully, I found probably the kindest person in the Valley. He emailed me right away and told me that we could buy two of his tickets at cost. What a saint, right? Especially since only one other person emailed me back and said "what are you willing to offer?" They didn't get it at all.
We can't wait for the fourth of July! Good, no, GREAT people still exist in this world.
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Megan is such a sweet, sweet girl. She is so special. I can't imagine how she would flip out if she got to go see Hannah Montana. Megan has the most endearing laugh/squeal/scream when she is excited. I can hear her screaming. I can see her singing along to all the songs. I can see her in 7th heaven.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Well, I LOVE my parents. I always have. I think they are amazing. I admire them for raising a large (8 kids!) family in California where people thought they were crazy. They sacrificed infinitely to teach me the importance of education, family, church, health, art, music, etc. They literally gave me every opportunity to grow and develop, to learn about my interests, to serve, and generally to become a better person. Whatever things I accomplish in my life, I have my parents to thank.
A little over one year ago, they were called in to see President Monson, then the first counselor of the First Presidency of the LDS Church. Because of previous interviews, they pretty much knew why they were there; they were going to be called to serve as a mission president. But can you imagine how their jaw dropped when President Monson said "you are called to serve in the Democratic Republic of Congo, Kinshasa Mission."
If you know my parents, you know that they have spent a majority of their lives working people of prestige and money. My dad was a partner at one of the largest accounting firms and then spent years at BYU where he built the entrepreneurial program. In both capacities, he has sought out and worked with many people of importance. My mother has been right by his side in all respects, and often threw grand parties for those important guests. They did it all with style and grace.
Now they spend their days with the poorest of the poor. They work and labor with about 100 young African missionaries to find and teach the people who are seeking the gospel truth. They travel hundreds of miles every month to Cameroon, the Republic of Congo, and to the heart of the African jungle. They bring along their camp stove, freeze dried meals, mosquito nets, and spend their days teaching, interviewing, and mostly loving the African people. Sometimes the road is rough....
...but I don't think they'd change their experiences for anything. They love the African people. They love the gospel. They want their missionaries to succeed. They trust them. They are there for them. They mentioned the other day that the work was growing and growing. They feel like they're having an explosion. Can you imagine why? I know why.
It's because they are TOTALLY AMAZING. I am so so so proud of them. Thank you, dad and mom, for being such a tremendous example to me, and to everyone.
You can read more about their adventures here.