This is sooooo cool:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/walkingsf/sets/72157624209158632/map/

Click on one if the pink dots and then on the photo (to enlarge) to see where tourist and locals are snappin’ photos.

I accidentally feel asleep at my desk at work. By the time I woke up, my boss had gone home for the day but had taken down the cubicle walls so that everyone else could see me sleeping at my desk. He also left a note saying that if I wanted my computer back – it was sitting in the VP’s office. When I went to get my computer, it was not the skinny greek man I was expecting to be sitting there in his office. It was my high school basketball coach (a big, tall black man). I still called him JP, though. When I asked for my computer back he told me that I would have to tell him a nursery rhyme first. I was surprised at the request but quickly rattled off the story of the tortoise and the hare. Once I had my office back in place, I ran out of the office to head home for the day. Problem was: I wasn’t in Texas anymore – rather in Bulgaria. As I was walking to catch the underground metro like I usually took home in Bulgaria, a teenager and his girlfriend walked by. I turned my head to avert my face from the cigarette smoke, but when the young man saw me do that – he spit not only the smoke into my face. So I turned the other way and ran as fast as I could to catch the bus home instead of the metro. When I made it to the stop, I jumped on the first bus that pulled up. But since I was too busy worrying that the teen gang was following me – I failed to see that I got on #33 rather that #37. Now I had to figure out what stop to get off and what other bus I’d need to catch home. But as we were traveling through the city, I suddenly realized that it must have rained ALOT while I was at work. There was water everywhere. In fact, I think that the city was flooding. When we went across this one street, it was like we were crossing a river on the ‘Ride the Ducks’ tour in Branson and the windows of the bus were open allowing the water to splash inside all over me. So instead of focusing on the bus route map in my hands, I finally looked up to gauge what was going on with the driver and if we were going to drown in the bus. Turns out, when I looked up I saw these huge, funny looking rocks in the water a little ways away from us. I was confused, so I looked closer and realized – those are NOT rocks. They are huge, scary water beasts that look like a cross between a gorilla and a whale. Before I could blink, one was coming out of it’s disguise as rock and started chasing after the bus. His eyes were bulging out of his head and I felt like he was staring right at me. He kept getting closer and closer as I was screaming at the bus driver to go faster! Just when the gorilla water beast was about to pull me by the hair and drag me out of the bus kicking and screaming…I woke up.

That’s how my Tuesday morning started.

I love playing Scrabble! I like the real board game and I like the iphone app ‘Words with Friends’ too. It’s the perfect combination of skill and luck.

Today, though, I heard appalling news: (more…)

I’m not an Oprah watcher, nor am I really a B.E.P. fanatic. But this is pretty cool to watch, in case you haven’t already seen it…

I gave my blog a new look tonight. You like it better or worse than before?

Q: Have you ever had a headache so bad that it induced vomiting?

A: I have. For the first time last night.

Weird.

This weekend on our way home from OKC, we stopped in Duncan, Oklahoma to see WE’s old stompin’ grounds. When we went by the high school I noticed a picture of their school mascot on the wall that was so creepy…

I’m totally cool with calling yourself the Duncan Demons. But couldn’t they come up with a demon head that isn’t so, well you know, demonic looking?!??

that Peppermint Lifesavers that are slightly stale are much more tasty than the just-unwrapped.

I was checking out the new BYU racquetball site and it made me REALLY miss being on the team. In fact, it’s funny because when I was on the team, I played with the assistant coach (Paul) and the head coach’s brother and sister (Brady & Tawnya). Those were the days. Besides the competition and the awesome feeling of being part of an athletic team, I also just miss the workouts and being in shape all the time.

Here’s a flash back in pictures I pulled from the old team website:

The Team:

2003 Collegiate National Champions

Men’s Team

Women’s Team

Tawnya

Paul

Paige and Laura

Oliver

Mike

Marci

Eileen

Audrey

Brady and Nat

Champions! (I didn’t have a solo pic of Karen – top left)

The Workouts:

0600-0800

Running Stairs

Running Hills

Running More Hills

Personalized Coaching – Thanks Fisher!

Morning Instruction

More Morning Instruction

Lunge Walks

Line Sprints

Ladder Drills

Court Practice

Ball Toss X-Over

So, there you have it. I’ve just decided that once WE is done with school, we are going to move back to Provo, I’ll go to grad school at the Y and you guessed it – play racquetball again! There’s no age limit for competing at Nationals, you know. You just have to be a student.

Sounds like a plan stan.

WE says that I can’t lie anymore about that fact that I can’t cook.

But let me set the record straight.

Anyone can cook (especially when you have a recipe!) but it’s the fact that this took me TWO hours to make. (And I didn’t even make the bread – I refused and made WE do it since I’ve burned it all of the last 3 times tried)

Seriously, who has time for that?!?

When it comes to music or sports, I have timing. I can work it. Three seconds in the lane. Got it. Dribble and run at the same time. Got it. Sing for three measures and rest for one beat. Got it. Jump up for the header and knock the ball down to the corner of the net. Well I used to have that – maybe not so much anymore.

But this! Getting the timing right is NOT as easy.

I’m just sayin’