Three times a bridesmaid, never a bride!

Ok, I’ve never been a bridesmaid before, but it sounded lame - “Never a bridesmaid, never a bride!” Not lame, but depressing. But that’s all about the change. I’m flying out to California to be a bridesmaid for my best good friend, Elisabeth. The wedding isn’t until July, but I’m way excited. She just decided on a dress, and I love it. I don’t know how it will look on me, but I like the way it looks. I’m just crossing my fingers that it will work out. Here’s what it looks like.





















I’m not sure what the colors is going to be, because she is ordering the fabric. She says the fabric is beautiful, and I trust her one hundred percent. I can’t wait. I have always wanted to be a bridesmaid. My dream is finally coming true.

Just Another Day at the Museum of Natural History!

I was walking home the other day when I got a call from Sarah. She was at the Museum and Natural History with her sister, Andrea, and they were in desperate need of a camera. Unfortunately, their camera was in my purse. Why did they desperately need the camera? Well, they swore that they saw Caridee in the dinosaur exhibit. They wanted a picture of her and needed me to come to the museum as soon as possible with the camera.

When I got to the museum, Sarah came down to meet me. I handed her the camera and wished her luck. She said I had to come with her. I didn’t want to pay and stand in line for a long time when she and her sister were going to leave right after. Sarah refused to go without me, so they snuck me in. We wandered threw the museum heading to the Indian exhibit (I think). To tell you the truth, we were walking so fast I didn’t really get to see anything. We were girls on a mission.

Sarah and Andrea had been following her around for about a half an hour. They say that she didn’t notice because they were pure stealth, but I wasn’t sure. They last saw her heading into the Northwest Coast Indians exhibit. We walked through and finally found her sitting with the two guys. We walked past and stopped shortly ahead. I told Sarah to get the picture, but she was now set on getting the pic WITH her.

I was so nervous! What if she got mad? I couldn’t go through life knowing that Caridee was mad at me. Sarah wasn’t nervous at all and once we waited for her to get up and come around the corner, Sarah walked right up and asked if we could have our picture taken with her. She was so sweet! She was so nice and so personable. Sarah and I left the museum on cloud nine. I didn’t get to see much of the museum, but it was well worth going.Who is Caridee, you may ask? Well, I’m not going to dignify that with a response. Shame on you! You might think that she isn’t a famous celebrity, but I would have to strongly disagree with you. She is the fourth famous person I have seen since coming to the city (this excludes those that I have seen in plays). It was nice to actually meet her. I am now an even bigger fan.

Ladies of New York….Swede Yourselves!

Site of the week! This site was created for the new movie “Be Kind Rewind.” I have not seen this movie, but a friend of mine has. She said it was alright, but not $11 worthy. Her mom said that she was surprised that there was no language, no nudity, and no violence. I probably won’t go and see it in the theater, but this site really makes me want to. It’s a just a fun little site that kept me entertained during my down hours at work.

Calling all New Yorkers!

Friends of the city of New York! Here's a little quiz that is kinda a survey, kinda silly, and kinda for fun. If you have a min to answer 10 questions please feel free. Don't worry if you get a terrible score. I still think you're a great person.

Take me! I'm a QUIZ!

P.S. I met a famous person the other day. I’m waiting on the picture from a friend and then I will post about it. Oh, the magic of the Museum of Natural History.

One Memorable Equation!

Four Years (four fall, four winter, and two spring semesters)
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Two majors (all leading to the same career goal)
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Four addresses
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Five church callings
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Thirteen roommates
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Three All-Sport-Passes
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120.5 credit hours (you need 120 minimum to graduate)
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Three jobs (one on campus job, one off campus job, and one summer job)

All adds up to this very happy 23-year-old and a really expensive piece of paper!

(Sorry MR for stealing your idea….it was just way to cute)

In-house coffee shop?

When I started my job in October, one of the major things people kept talking about was the new additions that they were making to the campus. The main topic of conversation was that of the coffee bar. Now, I thought this would be a cute little station where people could come and get a coffee or other tasty hot drinks. I was wrong.

The construction is starting to wrap up and I can’t believe what they have created. They have more machines then the Starbucks down the street. Everything is shiny and new with a huge counter for the drinks to be served on. I can’t believe it! There’s practically a Starbucks on my floor in the office. The best part is that all drinks will be $1. Now that’s what I’m talking about. I just hope they serve steamers and hot chocolate.

We just got a newsletter that highlights our new hires, and the first person on the list is a “Lead Barista.” Yes, that’s right. We hired someone from Starbucks to come in and man the new station. I will take pics when they are finished with everything. The new additions to the office will be amazing, and it will be nice to not have all the construction workers around stealing my yogurt.

My celebrity look-alikes...i wish

I take voting very seriously…

This week was a very long week. I got sick on Wednesday and still don’t feel 100%. The high point of my week was getting my voters ballot in the mail from my mom. I have never gotten to vote in a primary before, so I am way excited. I sent it in the mail on Tuesday. The Washington primaries are on the 19th. Who did I vote for? Well, I can’t tell you. Sorry! I don’t know why I’m so excited about it. I guess for a slow week, something like this would excite me.

Broadway: Wicked - No One Gets A Ticket…Except Me…And 24 Other Lucky People!

Those of you that know me well, know about the nasty bit of bad lucky I have had trying to see Wicked. I fell in love with the music when a friend introduced me to it my sophomore year of college. It came to Portland during my junior year of college, so I was in Provo and couldn’t see it. How wrong is that?

When I got into the internship I was happy to be going to New York, but I was even happier that I would finally have the chance to see Wicked on Broadway. Lucky me, right? Well, my friends and I tried two times to win the Wicked lottery (if you win you get front row seats for $26.25). We didn’t win. It seemed impossible. It was in July when my parents decided to buy Wicked tickets for Thanksgiving. A guaranteed chance of seeing the show….sign me up. I didn’t stop going to the lottery. I actually went several times to help friends win. I won my third try and gave my tickets to Sarah and her friend. Winning the lottery was one of the highlights of my life and handing those precious tickets over broke my heart, but only a little. After all, I did come to win for them. (This is actually a really funny story that I will have to tell you sometime.)

Three months pass. Do you remember what happened the week or two before Thanksgiving? The stagehands went on strike and all but a few of the shows stopped, including Wicked. It broke my heart. I had waited all this time and then nothing. Even when I bought tickets months in advance I still didn’t get to go see the show.

Sarah, being the sweet and amazing friend that she is, was determined to win the lottery and get me into the show. We tried every night for the first few weeks. We tried all through December and never won. It was truly depressing. On the Saturday before we were suppose to go home for Christmas I told Sarah that we should take a break for awhile. We didn’t try again until a few weeks into January. We would go on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday night and try to win, and alas nothing. Leah even came once to help.

The truth is that Sarah is an expert Wicked lottery winner. She has developed a system to win and if done correctly you are guaranteed at least one win. Unfortunately for us, you need three or more people for the system to be successful. Since it was just me and Sarah we didn’t have that strategy on our side. The first time Leah came to be our third we were running late so we couldn’t do the strategy, so we didn’t win. Sigh.

I honestly don’t know how many times we have tried to win the Wicked lottery. I lost count at about 12 and that was at the beginning of January. The lottery started to become an activity for Sarah and me. We would plan on meeting at the lottery and then have something planned for after. Quite sad really.

The pressure was on when, do to unexpected circumstances, we realized that if we didn’t win Wicked this weekend, Sarah and I wouldn’t be able to go see it together. We changed our attitudes and started talking as if we were going to win. The plan was set. We would try Friday, and twice on Saturday. We could do! I knew we could. We had to. I got off work early and made my way to the theater. I knew Sarah was going to be late, but I was suppose to put my name is when I got there. As I walked to the door to go in, I was pleasantly surprised to see Leah! She had come to help! This meant that we could do it. The strategy would work. We all put our names in at the appropriate times and waited. I felt good about it. With all three of us there and doing Sarah’s plan I knew we were going to win. The lottery guy came out and started yelling the instructions and then he yelled the first name, “Leah!” I started screaming….Sarah started screaming… I think we got a little yelp from Leah. I don’t really remember, becaue I was screaming.

We did it! After all the months of trying, Leah steps in and gets the job done! Sweet Leah gave the tickets to Sarah and me and we all went out to dinner together. It was a night to remember. After trying for so long we finally got to go.

Oh, yeah the play was amazing. Well worth all the time we invested on trying to see it. Something totally interesting about the whole thing is that this will probably be the last play that Sarah and I see together (at least for a really long time), and the leading actress that played Elphaba was Stephanie J. Block. What’s funny is that she played the lead in the Pirate Queen, which was Sarah and my first show together. Isn’t it great how things work out!

Special thanks to Sarah and Leah. I wouldn’t have seen the show without you.
P.S. The title of the post was inspired by a guy Sarah and I met while trying to win a month ago. He kept singing, “No one gets a ticket!” to the tune of “No one mourns the wicked!”

Todays lecture topic will be, Scrapbooking, Option or obsession?

When I lived in Utah I scrapbooked a lot. I had a lot of fun supplies because let’s face it, Utah is the scrapbook capital of the world. I was spoiled for the past four years in scrapbook heaven. There wasn’t a shade of cardstock I couldn’t find. I had two sets of those plastic drawers (you know the ones with three drawers, where they are just under three feet wide…I think). Yeah, two of them full of scrapbooking stuff. Now I’m out here in New York, and all my scrapbooking treasures are slimed down to ONE of those DRAWERS…not six. Tear!...tough times in the city for me.

I remember when Melissa and I went on a self-guided-scrapbook-store tour in Utah. Melissa printed off a list of stores in our area, and we went to visit them. We only went to about five, but it was truly an adventure. While we were on our little excursion we realized that we were seeing the same people at all of these different stores. Was it pure coincidence that these ladies were touring the stores too? Well, yes! We soon found out that it was some national scrapbooking convention thing and women from all over the United States come to Utah and spend the week touring all the stores. What! It turns out, that most of them were from the East cost.

I thought it funny. Why would these women travel to the middle of nowhere for scrapbook stores. Don’t they have any on the East cost? Now, I know...THAT'S A NEGATIVE! It took me one sad day to find that there are no scrapbooking stores in NYC. What is wrong with this town? It has everything but a decent scrapbook store. Yes, there are the random little shops that have a tiny section of stickers and missed matched papers, but nothing a seasoned scrapbooker like me could deal with. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?! I am now turning to the web for needed supplies. Sigh…if anyone knows of a good store in the city or within a reasonable distance (airplane not necessary reasonable distance) please let me know.

You Can Have Him!

When I’m at work I listen to an online station. I pick certain artist that I like and then it creates play list of artist that are similar. It’s kinda fun because I have artist such as Madonna, ‘N Sync, and Spice Girls selected. Talk about a walk down memory lane. Well, I was listening today and a song from my past started playing on the Spice Girls station. From the first note I knew what it was. “The Boy Is Mine” by Monica featuring Brandy (or maybe it was the other way around). I love this song. I was sitting there crunching numbers just grooving to the song when I stopped and listened to the words. You know…I love this song but I don’t know why these two ladies are fighting over this guy. He’s a jerk that’s cheating on both of them and playing them. I know there’s a serious drought of quality men (even back then), but still a girl needs to have some standards. Why would you sing-fight over this pathetic guy that lies? I know that the music video shows them call him on it, but I still think they really should rethink this song and come out with a new version. I’m thinking about helping out and rewriting the lyrics to the song. I will post them as soon as I find the creative juices needed to accomplish such a feat.

A Moment Like This....Some People Wait a Lifetime

(This picture is a reenactment of actual events)

On my way to work on Friday it started to rain. Half way between my house and the subway station I contemplated going back for my rain coat or just sucking it up and running to the station. Deciding that I didn’t want to hike the stairs again I made the mad dash to the station. I spent most of the day in the office so the rain didn’t bother me much. It wasn’t until I needed to head home that I wished I would not have been so lazy in the morning. I am proud to announce that on the way to the subway station I experienced my first drive-by car splashing. Yes, I know this is the kind of thing people dream about, and it finally happened to me. I didn’t really have the proper rain gear on, but I don’t think it would have helped if I had. The yellow taxi hit the puddle just right and completely soaked me from the waist down. And in true moments of puddle drenching I just stood there mouth open with a look of pure shock. This was the perfect way to start a Friday night and one more stereotypical movie moment that I can say I’ve experienced in real life.

Queue cheesy dramatic music…. “Cannon Ball”…splash!

Years from now when people ask me what I was doing the night of January 31st 2008, timeless memories of my past will sparkle in my eyes and I will say, “Yes! I remember what I was doing that night.” That was the night were I sat on the floor covered by a sheet-shelter in the comfort of my living room and watched the best show that has ever been on TV. With fellow LOST-lovers, I enjoyed the beginning of what will be a great season of TV. Yes, the season premier of LOST was last night. We laughed we cried, and ate grilled cheese. I can’t think of a more perfect evening.

I have spent the last month watching the last three seasons in preparation for this event. Time wasted? I think not! I was ready with all my questions. Will the people on the boat be good or bad? Why did Naomi have a pic of Desmond if it wasn’t Penny’s boat? Where’s Penny? What was up with Jack in the flash forward? What was up with Kate in the flash forward? Who died in the flash forward? What are the others really about? What’s up with Jacob? And more importantly….where did the polar bears come from? Did the season premier answer any of the questions? No! and in true LOST fashion created a hundred more. Hold onto your socks kids, this is going to be one wild ride of LOST!