What is your dream job?

A few days ago we took a poll at work to find out everybody's dream job. "If you could have any job in the world, what would it be?" Jackie wants to be a cocktail waitress in the French Riviera. Carla wants to run a presidential campaign. Christena wants to be a photo journalist. Carlie wants to be a butterfly (I'm still not exactly sure what that means..)
Here are my top 5 dream jobs.
1. Fashion buyer/marketer
2. Host a show on the travel channel
3. Open my own bakery/restaurant
4. Singer in a band (actually I'd be willing to do anything...)
5. Own a bookstore

So.... what is your dream job??

Return of Polygamy?

The other day my boss asked me to drop off a script at a radio station. I was assigned to make sure that it was recorded correctly before it went on air. Not a problem. I got there, and right away the man I was working with gave me the creeps. I tried to dismiss the fact that he was blatantly hitting on me, and he was my father's age. 46. To make it even worse, he had pictures of his wife and kids all over his desk. At first I ignored his sloppy flirtatious remarks, until out of the blue he looked at me with crazy eyes and said, "You know, when polygamy is legal again, I want to take you for a wife." WHAT????? PERV!!!!!! Who says that? I was horrified. Quite honestly, it scared the living daylights out of me. I tried to keep my composure and replied, "That is absolutely disgusting." Two minutes later I was out of there. Needless to say, I won't be going back.

Here's to you Brooke

My mom gets annoyed with me because I call everybody my 'best friend.' She says calling everybody my 'best' friend diminishes the word best, and that I use the word much too lightly. Not so. I figure I have been fortunate enough to have many great friends over the years, and refering to them as a plain old friend doesn't do our friendship justice. Therefore, I have many people I identify as best friends.

With that said, I can honestly say that Brooke Svendsen is truly a best friend. This is no stretch. She would definitely make the top three list if I were forced to make one.

Brooke and I were destined to be friends. Our grandmothers, Darlene and Jytta, had been best friends for the past 40 years, until Jytta died this past summer. If that wasn't enough to seal the deal, we were randomly assigned as roommates in a London Film study abroad program a few years ago. Although I thought her high maintenance sleeping patterns (eye masks and ear plugs every night) rather odd, we clicked right off the bat. I put up with her drama, and she listened to me when I over-analyzed. I was intrigued by the way she viewed the world, and she laughed at all of my jokes. For the past three years, it's been a perfect combo.

Today I really missed Brooke. Maybe it was because I got a letter from her yesterday and started laughing so hard I had tears running down my cheeks. Or maybe becauase it was such a perfect autumn day, and normally we would have been rollerblading, bike riding, lounging on the grass on campus, or hitting up the swings at Kawanis Park. Not this year though. Today Brooke was in the jungles of Malaysia, shuffling along dirt roads in the sweltering heat spreading the good word. And I was stuck in an office, staring at a computer screen. Sound depressing?

So Brooke, here's to the good old days. Here's to dancing in the bookshelves in the HBLL with our ipods in sync. Here's to making music videos, and staying up talking until 4:00 a.m. Here's to journal writing, molasses cookies, and The OC. Here's to indie music, sundance films, and complicated love triangles. Here's to chocolate fountain parties, coldplay, and modern art. Here's to laying out at your pool, getting out of dates so that we could chill at home, and living in the Brimhall. Here's to fireflies. Here's to India. Here's to you baby.

Post Script: Wow... this sort of sounds like a wannabee love letter. I promise we aren't lesbos. Just BFF.

Late Night Eating Confessions

I have a confession to make. It is 11:09 p.m. I just ate a huge homemade coconut cupcake with cream cheese frosting, and before I could stop myself I polished off the top half of another one. I seriously disgust myself.

Mission Call Baby

Mission calls. I don't think I've ever felt more nervous in my entire life than when I ripped open the envelope sent from church headquarters that would change the course of my life forever. I was completely shocked to read "Cleveland Ohio Mission". Who goes to Cleveland anyway? Nevertheless, I am super excited. My uncle later informed me that the Browns play in Cleveland. I had to ask him which sport the Browns play, but I'm thinking that football might be a new love for me now. My friend Tiffany also reminded me that the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Museum is located in Cleveland. Yeah baby. One more thing.. I failed to mention that I will also be serving a bit at the historic Kirtland sites. I'm thinking that maybe I'll do some negotiating while I'm there and get us back the temple.

Do blondes have more fun?

Today I'd like to pose a question... do blondes really have more fun? I recently discovered that fellow advertising guru Shirley Polykoff coined the phrase in the 1950s for a national Clairol advertising campaign. I was somewhat surprised to find that this revolutionary slogan was just a brilliant marketing scheme. I don't know what I really expected.. proof maybe? Scientific studies to show that women with blonde hair actually possess a higher quality of fun in their lives than all other women? Possibly.
Well if Shirley Polykoff can throw around expressions that change the course of history, than so can I. I've got one for you. Brunettes are more mysterious. I seriously believe this. Last week I traded in my platinum locks. I was tired of the maintanance that comes along with being blonde, and I was ready for a big change. And so I dyed my hair chocolate brown. Yes, you heard it, brown. I love it. I love being a brunette. Not only do people take me more seriously in the workplace, but there is also this aura of newfound mysteriousness about me. It's crazy. Another perk I've noticed is that nasty construction workers don't check me out as much anymore. If you blondes out there don't believe me, just make the change and you will know exactly what I mean.
Maybe blondes really do have more fun. Maybe. But as far as I can tell, all in all, being brunette isn't half bad.

I'm back..

Creating a blog is easy. I did it a few months ago, and had high hopes of providing literary snacks for friends and family who found themselves surfing the web long enough to read this. Like I said, that was the easy part. The real trick, I've discovered, is thinking of something astounding and brilliant to write about.
Obvoiusly I've had a pretty lazy, blogless summer. Blame it simply on a lack of motivation.
Rest assured, my lackadaisical days are over now. That's right. I'm going to start blogging again. Jessica 'tagged' me, and so ladies and gentleman, for my second blogging debut, you get a survey describing yours truly. Oh goody....

5 things I was doing 10 years ago
1. listening to the Spice girls and Jewel
2. writing notes in my seventh grade classes to boys
3. eating 1,500 calorie lunches at CJH and staying skinny(Chick-filet sandwich+ giant cookie+ strawberry kiwi snapple= daily routine)
4. obsessing over the current heart throb for all 7th grade girls- Leonardo De Caprio
5. painting my room yellow and decorating it with Anne Geddes pictures (yuck...)

5 things on my to-do list today
1. go running
2. do my laundry
3. write in my journal
4. get a pedicure
5. make wheat bread

5 snacks I enjoy
1. caramel popcorn
2. watermelon
3. chocolate cupcakes from Magnolia's bakery
4. fruit and yogurt smoothies
5. chips and salsa

5 songs I know the lyrics to
1. breathe- sia
2. 1234- Feist
3. Here- Hello Goodbye
4. Rebellion- Arcade Fire
5. Free Fallin- Tom Petty

5 things I would do if I was a millionaire
1. travel the world
2. live comfortably
3. give... start a non-profit saving children around the world
4. collect art
5. start my own fashion line

5 bad habits
1. leaving clothes on my floor
2. leaving my bathroom a mess everyday
3. not answering my phone
4. wasting time on the computer
5. being insensitive

5 things I'd never wear again
1. white eye liner (vomit)
2. Doc Marten Sandals
3. hemp (need I say more?)
4. overalls with one strap undone
5. skorts

5 favorite toys
1. ipod
2. rollerblades
3. camera
4. my hammock
5. swingset