A Break from Football

This evening we had the following conversation . . .

Ryan: I've been doing some thinking, and I'm going to take a week off from football.
Me: Really . . . ?
Ryan: Yes, so I won't be watching the BYU game this weekend.
Me: It's a bye week isn't it?
Ryan: Yes.

I may not know much about football, but I do know my husband.

Too Early for Moral Decisions

After a blood draw this morning, I decided to treat myself to a little Chick-fil-a breakfast before running the rest of my errands. At the window I went to grab my wallet but couldn't find it. My wallet is always in my purse. Embarrassed (and panicked), I told the lady that I couldn't find my wallet and that I was sorry to make them pull together an order. She said it was fine and asked if I wanted any condiments. I said no, remember I don't have my wallet? She said it was fine again and handed me my order. Chick-fil-a will have my loyalty now for life.

By the time I came home I remembered I put my wallet in my Temple bag on Friday (meaning I'd been driving around all weekend without my license, yikes!) and also found an extra item in my order! Not only was my breakfast free, but I got free chicken mini's too!! So here is my dilemma . . . do I go back and pay now that I have my wallet? I doubt the same girl will still be there two hours later, and I don't want to get her in trouble if she wasn't supposed to give me free food. Obviously I want to do the right thing though and am happy to pay. What do you think?

I'm an Accountant

Tonight I had another welcome to life moment. It's more sad than funny though. Ryan and I were watching Ghostbusters tonight. During the scene in the hotel where they zap Slimer, I kept thinking such thoughts as, "Be careful! Watch the china! You're not even TRYING to avoid hitting the chandelier! I can't even imagine the magnitude of this financial loss." The magnitude of this financial loss?? Seriously?? Who thinks like that while watching Ghostbusters? Then I realized I think like that during all movies with destruction. I'm always wondering how much it cost and who is going to pay for it all.

While this is definitely a sign I'm an adult, I think it's also a sign I'm an accountant at heart. Sigh. Not what every girl dreams of becoming. The good news is that I got the uncontrollable giggles during this scene:

Warning! There may or may not be a 4-letter word beginning with "s" in this video.



Oh that marshmallow man.

Grocery Store

Apparently I've found my true calling in life. I LOVE working at the storehouse. While I love the service and could go on and on about what a great environment it is spiritually, I also just plain like working at a grocery store. I love both food and grocery shopping anyway, and that's the basic premise for the storehouse. I either pseudo-grocery-shop or restock shelves. Surprisingly I love both. I obviously love the orderliness too. The Church is just so organized. The whole system flows so efficiently and it makes me feel good to walk through the process. Not to mention, restocking involves sorting and organization in itself. Who knew all these years I probably would've been happier restocking shelves at Smith's than working in accounting?

 

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Crazy Pills

The doctor put me on some medication that has the lovely effect of blocking dopamine. It has some pretty crazy side effects like increased desire to gamble and engage in illicit activities. I am proud to say that I haven't had any of those desires, but my emotions have been really haywire.

I was watching the Price is Right a few days ago and somebody won a car. I burst into tears. I was just so happy for the guy! Then somebody else won a boat. More tears. I think I cried a total of three times during that one episode. I guess that's still better than seeking out drugs.

Run of Bad Luck

I had all kinds of funny things to post about but have been really under the weather and forgot them all. Sorry. Well, all but today's run of bad luck.

Today is the first day I really got hungry for real food (as in not just toast and soup), so Ryan sweetly brought me home carry out. I ordered a sandwich with the croissant substituted with a tortilla to make a wrap. I opened the box and saw lettuce, tomato, turkey, bacon, and avocado. That's it. No croissant. No tortilla. No bread at all. It was, however, nicely held together by one of those decorative toothpicks. WEIRD. And Annoying.

Then, as another surprise, Ryan brought home Mario Kart for the Wii. He opened up the game case to find . . . instructions and ads. No disc. Luckily he kept the receipt and they did exchange it, but the customer service lady seemed AWFULLY suspicious.

Seriously, don't ask me for the winning lottery numbers tonight. I'm sure I won't be winning any blog contests either.