Team Vault

Last semester I took Business Communications at SLCC. Our final weeks were spent working in teams on a research project for a local business or organization, after which we wrote a managerial report. I got to work with some awesome guys. We called ourselves "Team Vault."
Ryan Norby, our team leader, came up with the name. He was drinking a bottled drink called "Vault" at the time.

We did some marketing research for a new invention called the Carpet Extractor. One of the things we did in our project was create a little commercial and posted it on YouTube(c). Credit needs to go to Tyler's friend, Ted the Rose Phantom, for helping us.

Betcha Can't do This!

I had no idea that my nephew, Oscar, had such a unique talent. Try this...

Isn't it so cool? I've been trying and I just can't get my ears to do it.

I love it when he pulls on his earlobes and his ears pop out.

My Brother's Makin' Dinner

Dave, Cambrea, and Braxton are visiting for Thanksgiving. Felicity, Kit, and Brody are on their way. All the family home for Thanksgiving...Yeh.

My brother Dave is cooking dinner for us tonight. He's making his lasagna...Yum. We're all sitting here in our living room talking while waiting for the lasagna to bake.

I won't share what we are all talking about. I think it might be too controversial. It's amazing what family discussions get started when all the family gets together.

I did just learn that my mom dated an ex-convict. I also just learned of the time my dad and his friend drove in front of my mom's house and honked when she was outside saying good-bye to a date. No wonder I'm so weird!

It's time to eat now.

6 quirky things tag

I got tagged by my cousin Wendy. How fun is that? I feel so honored.

6 quirky things about me...

1. I love to chew on ice. Pebble ice is my favorite. I hear you can get a bag of it at Sonic. I'm going to have to check it out.
2. When I get really anxious, I might find myself pulling hair out of the top of my head. When I was younger, I used to catch myself flossing with it too.
3. I can't point straight with my index fingers.
4. I collect bandaids. I have a whole tub full of them.
5. I used to want to wear eye glasses, have a cast, use crutches, have a patch on my eye. I even bought some glasses at Deseret Industries and wore them to my dentist appointment to show them off. I once put on a handful of white colored tube socks on my foot to pretend I had a cast and I actually wore it to school two days in a row. I even put signatures all over it. I once wore a bandaid on my eye to an extended family reunion to pretent I had eye surgery. Now, I really need to wear glasses, and I feel so ugly in them. What was I thinking as a kid?
6. I sometimes have fantasies about somone I never met. I only saw him on a documentary. He died about 60 years ago.

Into the Woods

I went on another date tonight. I'm setting my world record. My blind date, Nick, took me to the Hale Centre Theatre to see Into the Woods. Into the Woods is not a Halloween play like I thought it was going to be. It was awesome, but not what I expected with that title in October. I highly recommend the play. The stage setup was awesome. There were all sorts of moving props, etc. I want so much for the Empress Theatre to be able to afford such cool equipment. I'd love to see the Empress with a costume supply storage like what I saw at the Hale Centre tonight.

The play Into the Woods has taught me to be careful what I wish for, but if you want to help my wish come true you can make a donation to the Empress Theatre which is operated by the Oquirrh Hills Performing Arts Alliance (OHPAA).

Be sure to come see the Empress Theatre's production of Wait Until Dark, and tell your friends to come see it too. It's running now through November.

Remembering Molly Robbins

I'm sitting here eating Kit Kat minis. I'm getting ready to sign up for my poll worker training. I quickly looked at my blog subscription list to see if there were any new posts. I realized I've gotten so involved in reading other people's blogs and have neglected to post to my own.

I have been caught up with the writing of Kristin Robbins Sellers. We grew up in the same neighborhood. She married Brandon Sellers who lived across the street from me. I think she's amazing.

The day after my last post, her mother's life was senselessly taken by another neighbor. It's still difficult to comprehend. I was away from the neighborhood camping with my family at the time. My brother and his family were unable to make it to the camping trip. He was at home watching the news when he found out. He called and left a message for us to call him when we got back into civilization. My dad returned his call and my brother asked if it was true and what we knew. (We knew nothing, we had been living in the mountains those last few days.) My brother couldn't believe it. (None of us could believe it.) Molly was like a second mother to him. She was the first one waiting at our front door, with a pizza and balloons, when Dave came home from his mission. She always asked for updates on how he was doing. I know she loved my brother.

When I read Kristin's writings I am lifted. I haven't been able to stop reading what she posts on her personal blog as well as the tribute to her mother on www.rememberingmolly.blogspot.com. She is amazing and I love her. I pray for her and her family.

Oh what do you do in the summertime?

I just downloaded some pictures and videos from my digital camera onto my computer. I had forgotten already some of the things I've been doing this summer that I've never done before.






I went to the Days of '47 Rodeo with my friends - Stephanie, Shana, Christy, and Hailey. It was fun. Those cowboys really know how to ride. I didn't know that Rodeo was a way of life. These guys do it for a living. It's pretty intense.

I entered my first 5K this summer. My nephews Oscar and Zeke did it with me. It was the "I am the Future" Days of '47 5K. I'm so proud of those two boys. Zeke was so fast that he got way ahead of Oscar and I. I had to call his mother and my mother who were waiting at the finish line. I told them "I lost Zeke. Look for him at the finish line." My mom started from the finish line towards us and found him along the way. I was so happy she found him. He just barely turned 6 years old. That's kind of young to be on your own on a crazy day in the city, on any day in the city for that fact.



Let it be known, that I didn't lose Zeke because I walk too slow. I tried to catch up with him, which leads me to why I'm proud of Oscar too. Oscar was the one keeping me from catching up to Zeke. I'm proud of him for the fact that, in the end, he made it to the finish line.


Oscar was not moving. He was finished before we even went a block. I had to slowly drag him the rest of the way. We stopped every 4 yards it seemed. We were the last to make it to the finish line. He mumbled the whole way about how much he hated himself for entering the 5K with me. His mom had to come walk him the last block and a half. She coached him. She runs marathons, so she knew what to do. They even made plans for the day when Oscar would run a marathon with her. I couldn't believe it. He wouldn't even walk half of a mile without stopping to say how tired he was. I sure hope his mom can get him ready for a marathon some day. I'd be delighted if he could do the 5K with me again next year. I don't know if I dare. I'll have to make sure there's someone to go on ahead with Zeke.


It was a fun experience registering and getting our packets. Oscar was so hyped about it. I was hyped about it. It was Zeke that we were worried about, and he ended up running/walking the 5K all by himself. I was carrying his water, he didn't even have that with him on his walk, and he still kept going ahead of us until I lost him from my sight. Wow. I'm sure glad he didn't dehydrate.


We stayed and watched the parade after the 5K. My sister and mom set up chairs for us. I missed most of the parade due to another first for me. I got to witness a woman high on drugs, at least that's what my sister said was wrong with her behavior, stand right in front of me. Shortly into the parade this lady comes pushing her little girl in a stroller and stands right in front of me. It was really sad and a bit scary. I tried to encourage her to shade her daughter's head with the stroller shade thing. She couln't even concentrate. She kept talking to someone who nobody else could see. People were really getting frustrated with her. The police even approached her. My main concern was that it was a hot day and she was saying something about fireworks. I didn't want her to keep her baby in the sun the whole day. I used my camera to film her strange behavior. I wanted to have documentation, if it was needed to help her daughter. I kept watching as she would go to feed her daughter or give her daughter a drink. She couldn't hold still long enough to finish the job, or she dropped the food everywhere. She would pull it out, wait one second, and then put the food back in the back and continue to pace back and forth talking to the unseen. She had a couple cans of Coke, she kept drinking from. She got her drink but couldn't hold still long enough to let her daughter drink anything. I don't want her to loose custody of her daughter. I just want her to have help, if she'll accept it. She wouldn't let any of us help her. I asked the police officer if he was watching her still. He said that he was and that he had the same concerns I did. She took off after the parade. I don't know what became of her. I prayed in my heart that the police in the area would be able to notice if she needed some more help throughout the day. I heard her say how she felt guilty and she wondered what her support group would think. My sister said that she wasn't necessarily high at the moment, but that her brain had been damaged as a result of heavy drug usage. She wasn't in her right mind any more. It was sad.


On a brighter note, my dad and sister were watching a movie called "Song of the South" tonight. I've never seen it before. I could hear part of it as I've been making some preparations for our camping trip tomorrow. I always wondered where Brare Rabbit and the song "Zip-a-dee-doo-dah-Zippity-eh" came from. Now I know. I can't wait to watch the movie. It sounded really good.