Do you ever google yourself? It's 10,000 times more fun to google your own business. I don't even know how I stumbled across this one.
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?
Friday, April 11, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
rock paper scissors
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
found, tickets.
I'm ecstatic to say that we have tickets for Megan to go to Stadium of Fire!
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.
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
tickets, please.
Did you hear who is performing at Stadium of Fire this year? That's right, Miley Cyrus, aka Hannah Montana.
I know you probably all know someone who loves Hannah Montana. But however much they love Hannah Montana, I guarantee they don't love her nearly as much as my niece Megan.
Here is Megan performing one of Cyrus' songs, "I've got nerve" at a recent talent show.
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.
The problem is the tickets are sold out. They sold out in 10 minutes. They are now being sold for 5 times their value. I read somewhere that this is now only an event for the rich kids. Isn't it true?
Megan isn't a rich kid, but she really deserves to be there. We're still waiting to see if Megan's family can come out this summer at all. But if they make it to Utah, I have to find a ticket for Megan and parent. Do you know where I can find two tickets that won't cost me $500?
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
my parents
Most people love their parents, right? What isn't to love about 2 people who give you life, and then sacrifice their life to teach you, love you, care for and nurture you?
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.
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.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
rex lee run
I did it. I ran my 5K. And I have the shirt to prove it.
But really, we had a good time. Kendra ran it with me, and it turns out we were perfect running buddies. We ran our little hearts out. I did feel like I was going to die the last mile, but I'm not sure WHY I'd feel like that considering I started running 3 weeks ago.
My goal was to run it in 31 minutes, or about a 10 minute mile. I've run races at that pace before, so I thought it was attainable. Unfortunately, I still have some training to do because I clocked in at 32:46. I need to shave about 30 seconds off my mile. Thankfully I have until May 17th to do it, when Joy, Deb, Teresa, Katy, and I are running with angels.
Here are Kendra and I at the finish line.
Our friend Steve (an AMAZING runner) asked me the other day if I enjoy running. Without much hesitation, I responded "no." Who really does? But we do it, don't we? I don't think it's fun at all, but it is the easiest way to work into an exercise routine. Its almost free, it requires almost no special equipment, its quicker than going to a gym, etc.
What I do actually love about the whole process is going farther and working harder than I did the previous run. I love the feeling of satisfaction of having accomplished a workout. I love it when Lance Armstrong congratulates me on having accomplished "my farthest workout to date." He's got a nice man voice.
But most of all, I love my iPod with Nike+. It makes it all bearable.
But really, we had a good time. Kendra ran it with me, and it turns out we were perfect running buddies. We ran our little hearts out. I did feel like I was going to die the last mile, but I'm not sure WHY I'd feel like that considering I started running 3 weeks ago.
My goal was to run it in 31 minutes, or about a 10 minute mile. I've run races at that pace before, so I thought it was attainable. Unfortunately, I still have some training to do because I clocked in at 32:46. I need to shave about 30 seconds off my mile. Thankfully I have until May 17th to do it, when Joy, Deb, Teresa, Katy, and I are running with angels.
Here are Kendra and I at the finish line.
Our friend Steve (an AMAZING runner) asked me the other day if I enjoy running. Without much hesitation, I responded "no." Who really does? But we do it, don't we? I don't think it's fun at all, but it is the easiest way to work into an exercise routine. Its almost free, it requires almost no special equipment, its quicker than going to a gym, etc.
What I do actually love about the whole process is going farther and working harder than I did the previous run. I love the feeling of satisfaction of having accomplished a workout. I love it when Lance Armstrong congratulates me on having accomplished "my farthest workout to date." He's got a nice man voice.
But most of all, I love my iPod with Nike+. It makes it all bearable.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
round
Our friend John sent Jayson this picture today. It is a picture of Jayson and I at his wedding dinner about one and a half years ago (Sorry J, I cut you out...this post isn't about you). I was 7ish months pregnant and feeling it. Have I mentioned before that I used to eat a large chocolate milkshake (12oo calories?!!) a day when I was pregnant? It was my drug/copping mechanism of choice.
As I got back from the gym this morning, Jayson pulled the picture up to show me how far I've come. I'm so grateful to see it, because I REALLY didn't want my picture taken the whole time I was pregnant, and consequently have few pictures to look back on. I'm so grateful to see this one.
Here is the full body shot. It is...attractive.
But lets zoom in on my face. Round. Volleyball-esk.
And now here is one of the more recent pictures of my face.
I have a chin again! Whoot, whoot. I've always kept a talley of how much weight I've lost at weight watchers, but I did lose 13 pounds before I ever joined. If I include that, I've lost 35 pounds since having Mae. I'm at least another 12 pounds from my goal.
But my, oh my, it feels fabulous to celebrate along the way! Thanks for the picture John!
As I got back from the gym this morning, Jayson pulled the picture up to show me how far I've come. I'm so grateful to see it, because I REALLY didn't want my picture taken the whole time I was pregnant, and consequently have few pictures to look back on. I'm so grateful to see this one.
Here is the full body shot. It is...attractive.
But lets zoom in on my face. Round. Volleyball-esk.
And now here is one of the more recent pictures of my face.
I have a chin again! Whoot, whoot. I've always kept a talley of how much weight I've lost at weight watchers, but I did lose 13 pounds before I ever joined. If I include that, I've lost 35 pounds since having Mae. I'm at least another 12 pounds from my goal.But my, oh my, it feels fabulous to celebrate along the way! Thanks for the picture John!
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