Fun at Subway

On Tuesday evenings, I get out of class fairly late and have made it a habit to have Subway for dinner. I am officially a regular. This past Tuesday, I walked in in "my subway" and the line was uber long. I was worn out and exhausted I didn't want to bother driving some where else and getting junk. I was like "Be Patient." While in line, I ended up having conservations with a recently returned missionary from Austria, a mother of 3 children (one is 12 years old) on her way to a study session, a inactive LDS member, a guy who runs 5ks every weekend with his friends, and an employee of Blockbuster. We were sharing books we loved to read, swapping stories of where we have lived. They noticed my accent, I said ya'll. The mother of 3 children, her parents had lived in Winston-Salem, NC for 11 years and they were the institute director for that area. I know I know people they know. The return missionary was planning on going to school at the U of U and interested in becoming a seminary teacher. We talked about EFY! The inactive LDS was my favorite, because I asked him "What do you do?" He answered "Sexually?" I laughed aloud, "I meant for a job." He had served a mission in Missouri-that is where my dad served his mission (except it was called the Midwest mission, back then.) He was super social and invited to me join the parties that happen every night. I politely declined because I was in school. The guy that runs 5ks every weekend can run a 8 minute mile. I am not even close. The Blockbuster employee was on break and I let him jump me in line, he offered a free rental, but I didn't take it.

This is what happens when you are uber friendly while waiting in line at Subway.

Clean up

Clean up, clean up!
I went with my roomie to help clean up at the dairy plant at welfare square. "Welfare Square has emerged as a powerful example of what The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints does throughout the world to care for the poor, foster self-reliance, and provide meaningful opportunities for work and service. Welfare Square is a modern facility comprised of a towering, 178-foot-tall grain elevator, a large storehouse, a bakery, a cannery, a milk processing operation, a thrift store, and an employment center—all designed to help people help themselves."
It is super cool place, I think I will take my nieces on a tour next week. Back to the story.

We arrived at 6 pm (ok-6:15 pm), received some training (aka-don't be stupid putting your hands in machines and drinking the cleaning solutions.) Put on some great looking hairnets and off we went cleaning.

The dairy plant packages normal milk, but also powdered milk (horrible memory), fruit punch mix, hot coca mix, and gelatin mix. The warehouse has a layer of dust from theses mixes everywhere. (STICKY-when wet) You first get to sweep or vacuum the warehouse, but a small layer of dust still exists. Then, the mopping begins. I learned that you can't use the same bucket of water, because you are just spreading the gunk around after awhile. You must constantly be getting clean water. We had two people who were the official bucket swappers and fillers the whole time. Washing everything off is the only way to really get this place clean. The only yucky part was wiping the plastic walls slates down with a rag and it turns my hands a little orange from the dry mix. It was great fun.

Defying Gravity!

I bought tickets to see the play Wicked. It was my Christmas/Birthday present to myself this past year. My sister and I were able enjoy the amazing play.


I wore green in honor of the play.


We were three rows away from the stage. We could see them spit and sweat. I am in love with the music and overall theme of the story. It was great, great, great.


The ceiling in capital theater

The stage with the dragon

Sidenote: I do not recommend the book, it is crude compared to the play (from what I have heard)

A Southern Moment

The south is truly friendly and you can talk to random strangers and it is normal. You can also call strangers; sweetie, honey, and sugar.

This weekend, I was able to attend the Sat. afternoon session of General Conference with some friends. We were in the front row of the plaza section so there was a walkway in front of us. I love to people watch. I noticed a middle aged woman walked by with a beautiful diamond brooch (like a firework.) I commented on it to my friends, then the lady walked by again. I had to tell her that I like her brooch. I stopped her and I told her that I loved her brooch. She thanked me and I noticed she had a southern accent, she was from South Carolina (I am from North Carolina.) She explained to me why she bought the brooch. She thought it looked like the palmetto tree. Those that don't know that the palmetto tree is on the South Carolina flag. I understood and noted that she was wearing a blue background just like the flag. We laughed and thanked me and went on her way.


My friends were laughing at me after the lady left. They couldn't believe that I would stop a random stranger. It is normal for me because I am a southerner.

Happy Birthday

I need to report on the exciting adventures of my birthday weekend and day.
-attended laser light show with music from U2 at the Clark Planetarium.
-went to BYU men's volleyball game
-brother took me to lunch.
-played volleyball
-got up at 6am to walk in the snow with a friend (every day)
-went to doctor
-went to class and took treats
-sisters took me to lunch on the special day
-sisters took me to get pedicure
-received many phone calls, emails, birthday cards, and facebook messages

Being single, the birthday is such a great way to be reminded that many people do love you and I needed it. Thanks!!!!