Friday Five

1. As a child, who was your favorite superhero/heroine? Why?
I loved Wonderwoman. Linda Carter was, and still is, one of the most beautiful women on the planet. She was a careerwoman who in her free time, saved the world. And she came from this beautiful exotic island of strong women. She was AWESOME.

2. What was one thing you always wanted as a child but never got?
I believe it was a Lite Brite. That thing looked SO COOL.

3. What’s the furthest from home you’ve been?
The Philippines, when I was 12.

4. What’s one thing you’ve always wanted to learn but haven’t yet?
Javascipt, DHTML, XML, ASP, all that good stuff.

5. What are your plans for the weekend?
Tons of wedding plans. Tasting foods for the reception, finalizing the photographer, checking out the tuxes, checking out invitations, going to see Stars on Ice, going to a baptism, buying the dress, etc. On top of all that, I need to finish a magazine layout, work on my Salt Lake bizznezz, and pack for SLC. CRAZINESS!

Adventures in ScanTron

So yesterday me and Dave went to the church to take a test. A 165 question scantron test covering all aspects of our impending life together. ScanTron makes me nervous. I concentrate really hard on making sure my circles a completely filled in. Here’s a sampling of the questions:

I am concerned that we will not have enough time to nourish our relationship.

My future spouse “always” has to win.

We are in agreement as to how we will divide household duties.

We have discussed how many children we want to have.

165 questions, about what seemed was everything under the sun. I think I messed up the test though, because I never used the ‘Uncertain’ choice. I always chose ‘Agree’ and ‘Disagree’. I SHOULD have chosen ‘Uncertain’ for a lot of them, but I just wasn’t thinking. I was freaked out that I had to use a scantron again. I thought I was done with it in college. Well, after my GRE anyway. So I think I messed the whole thing up. I’m thinking when the priest gets the results back he’ll be like ‘DUDE! These two can’t get married! They are totally incompatible!’ There were some questions that kinda made me chuckle…

I am concerned that my spouse may have homosexual feelings.

I am concerned with the amount of time that my future spouse watches television.

For the latter one, I KNOW Dave put an ‘Agree’. I don’t know how many times he’s called me during ‘Smallville’ and I’ve said ‘Hey, I’ll call you back during a commercial’.

It was a really interesting test to take, truthfully. It gave us a lot of things to talk about and an idea of the things that we still need to go over.

I’ve been CRAZY busy lately. Not only with the wedding and work, but also with my extracurricular activities. And I’m so horrible at budgeting my time that I’m hardly getting any sleep. Well, yesterday I got sleep, but I don’t see much sleep coming in the next couple days.

Hey, I’m watching Stars on Ice tomorrow! I’ll get to see Jamie Sale and David Pelltier! Whoo hoo!

Forgot to mention, I got a haircut on Wednesday. Not much off. Just about 2 1/2 inches. My hair looks so much healthier now! I’m thinking after I get married, I’ll do a big chop. Get that married old hag look.

Flurries After the Flurry

Well, for some reason yesterday was a busy day on the job for my whole team. I have no idea why, but we were really swamped.

Today, to give us a treat for working so hard yesterday (yes, I work hard), my manager took us out for McFlurries. Yes. It’s freezing outside, but hey, it’s free food!

I’m a busy little bee in all aspects of my life lately. First, I’ve got a wedding to plan. And then I have all of my ST stuff that I’m involved with. In the week before SLC, it really comes down to time management with all of the stuff I need to get done before next Wednesday. And I work, too. But in a way, I live for this stress. It keeps me entertained. If I didn’t have the stress I would just be sleeping.

But now I have a dilemma. I’m going to be doing a project, where I’m going to be on camera. Normally, I wouldn’t have a problem with that. But I do now. I have a big problem. I discovered it a couple days ago, but not the enormity of it. And now all the hard planning over the last couple weeks is going down the drain. Why? Because I HAVE A ZIT!!!! Not just any zit. It’s the zit that sits on your face and calls out to other people to look at it. ‘LOOK AT ME! SEE ME!! GAZING UPON ME WILL BRING YOU GOOD FORTUNE!’ It takes up about a fourth of my face. It talks to me before I go to sleep. It has its own time zone. And I know this little sucker is going to be here for a while. ARGH! I’m not saying that I never get zits. But this is my once in a blue moon nasty zit. Even loads and loads of coverup can’t hide it. Yeccccchhhh.

OK. Venting is over.

It’s Not the Superbowl, But…

So I didn’t win any money in my office Superbowl pool. That’s ok. There will be always something else to bet on, whether it be how long the new guy is going to last, or how long it’s going to take Bryan to propose to his girlfriend. Speaking of…It looks like I won that bet!

A couple months ago, a group of us, out of sheer boredom, decided to bet how long it would take Bryan to pop the big question. He had been dating his girl for a little less than a year, but she really seemed to be ‘the one’ for him. So in December, we placed our bets. Tony said next December, Don said September, I don’t recall what Amy said…I think she may have said May. I went for February 14th - Valentine’s Day. Everyone said it was too soon, but I stuck to my guns. THIS was the girl for Bryan. So it turns on that in early January, Bryan and Jen decide to book a hall for their wedding. The actual question wasn’t asked and the ring not chosen, but they were pretty sure that they were going to get married in 2004, and decided to get a jump on a prime reception location. February 14th wasn’t looking so bad to me! And then last week, they went ring shopping. Then BAM! He proposes during the Superbowl, in front of both of their families. I think he told her to go out for a long pass and threw the ring to her. J/K. But if proposing during the Superbowl isn’t romantic, I don’t know what is! *wink* So I win the pool. With 3 weeks to spare. A whopping $10. (if even that)

Today it snowed. Actually, it’s still snowing now. Took some pictures, but well, it’s nightime, so I don’t think much is going to show.

Superbowl Recap

Well, the superbowl has come and gone, and let me throw in my two cents.

Commercials were good this year, but there was nothing that really stood out for me. I remember seeing the EDS cats commercial from a couple years ago and dying laughing. There were some good chuckles here and there, and let me give you my top ones:

- The Budweiser horses play review. ‘The ref is a jackass’. ‘Actually, he’s a zebra’.

- The upside down clown Budweiser commercial. ‘Do you guys serve hotdogs?’

- The Budweiser ‘Man with Dog on Head’ commercial just for the fact that I, too, have worn Ewok on my head. Not to get into bars, just for entertainment.

- Basically most of the Budweiser-related commercials were pretty good.

- The Fed-Ex ‘Castaway’ commercial.

- The Pepsi Osbournes commercial

- Movie previews. Daredevil looks badass. Charlie’s Angels looks like a good time. The Hulk looks so-so. I don’t find the CGI effects believable. And can I get a Keanu ‘WHOA!’ for the Matrix! Those movies are gonna KICK SOME ASS!!! Oh, I can’t wait. It looks SWEET!

- The Anti-Drug commercial with ‘The Youngest Grandparents in Town’. Yeah, it was a downer. But not as much a downer as Gannon’s passing game. It was an interesting twist to the end. I liked it.

- Don Cheadle’s ‘Crazy’ ad. I’ve been seeing him all season, and damn, this guy is COOL. Nice to see a finale of sorts to all of his other NFL spots. I love this game! It makes me, c-razy.

As for the game, I had wanted the Bucs to win, since it was their first time at the superbowl and all. It was a good game, and you could see the Bucs pulling ahead early in the game. It was a battle that many wondered about - the best offense against the best defense. Defense came out at the end. Poor Gannon. I almost feel bad for him. And that interception he threw in the last minute didn’t help any either! But that Bucs ruled! I’m really happy for them.

Although I’m a little miffed at Simeon Rice for saying he came from ‘The School of Hard Knocks’ when they did their intros. Dude, the guy went to U of I! He’s an Illini! I went to school with him! Can’t he give props to the school? Noooooo…he’s gotta be the cool guy. Well, I guess that’s ok, because he did a great job on defense, with two sacks (unfortunately his sack during the 2 point conversion didn’t count).

I was starting to get a little bored by halftime. The halftime show was ok. Too bad Shania was on memorex. Gwen did a great job. Though I love her so much more without so much makeup. Is it me, or does every halftime show feature either U2, Aerosmith or Sting?

Luckily, the Raiders tried making a comeback in the 3rd, or I would have fallen asleep. It was too little too late. But it was a valiant effort!

All in all, it was a good Superbowl. Looking forward to next year!

Superbowl Sunday!

Whoo hoo. The Pirate Bowl!

I think I’m hoping that the Bucs win. But really, I just want a good game.

Here’s my numbers for my office superbowl squares:
Raiders: 6/1
Bucs: 5/3

Which means that the team has to end with one of those two numbers for me to win.

And I can’t wait for those ads! I LOVE superbowl ads!

Watch Out SI Swimsuit Issue!

Looks like Sports Illustrated’s Swimsuit Issue may have some competition!

National Geographic’s Swimsuit Issue

NG isn’t for gaping at naked tribeswomen anymore!

My Rock

I realized yesterday that I don’t like being an angry person. It’s not me. It’s so far from who I am. Thanks to everyone that emailed and called me. It really means a lot. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be ok. I just need to sort things out in my head. But the next time I feel a cry for attention coming on, I’ll post an angry post. Looks like people come out of the woodwork during my angry posts. *wink*

So yesterday was a bad day. I was a little distressed later on, because I was going hang out with Dave, and I didn’t want my mood to rub off, or have me instigate a fight. But I realized something when I saw him. Someone asked me a couple weeks ago, ‘What does Dave do for you? You seem like such an independent person, like you don’t need anything, how does he fit into your life?’ At first, I was at a loss for words. No, Dave hasn’t bought me tons of jewelry. No, we don’t spend every second together. No, me and Dave don’t have tons of things in common. But yesterday, I realized that his very presence, a look, a smile, a hug, makes everything else insignificant. All my troubles are gone when I’m with him. He’s my comfort zone. My rock.

Lucky thing I’m marrying the guy!

Anyway, we went to go see Chicago yesterday and it was AWESOME! I saw the musical when it was here, and I loved it. I was really excited to see what it would look like on the big screen. I wasn’t disappointed. Catherine Zeta Jones was gorgeous, and damn, the gal can sing! And Renee Zellweger did such a great job, when you think to yourself that she had never done musical theater before. The choreography was great (though I wanted more dance sequences). This is something I would be buying once it comes out on DVD!

And so, for my rock, I offer this song, because whether he realizes it or not, he makes everything OK. (cue sappy music here)

Thank You by Dido

My tea’s gone cold,
I’m wondering why I got out of bed at all
the morning rain clouds up my window
and I can’t see at all
And even if I could it’d all be grey,
but your picture on my wall
it reminds me that it’s not so bad
it’s not so bad

I drank too much last night,
got bills to pay
my head just feels in pain
I missed the bus and there’ll be hell today
I’m late for work again and even if I’m there,
they’ll all imply that I might not last the day
and then you call me and it’s not so bad
it’s not so bad and

I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life

Push the door, I’m home at last
and I’m soaking through and through
then you handed me a towel
and all I see is you
and even if my house falls down now,
I wouldn’t have a clue
because you’re near me and

I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life

Anger Management

I’m so angry right now. Angrier than I’ve been in a while. And for those of you that know me, I don’t get angry often. It’s so rare that I don’t know how to deal with it. I’m silent. I cry. I shut myself away. I don’t want to talk to anyone or see anyone. I think horrible thoughts. I’m like a child that has been reprimanded on the playground, forced to be away from the other kids, standing apart, whose jaw is set in a thin line, fists clenched, as hot tears fall silently down from eyes staring at an unseen foe. Even after the long drive home, trying to figure it out and calm myself down, I haven’t come to a resolution. The sad thing is, I’m not even sure what I’m angry at. If you asked me, I think I’d say that I’ve been hurt. But it’s more than that, and less than that. I’m sad. I’m tired. But I can’t pin it down. Betrayed? Wary? Insulted? Is it what was said? Or how it was said? I dunno. What is also fueling it is that I don’t understand. I need to understand things. And when I don’t, when I can’t fit it into my little world that I’ve created in my head, I don’t know what to do. And I know I’m sensitive. And I know that I’m blowing everything out of proportion. But who can stop how they feel? How can I turn away from the gut reaction I have when words are said? What the hell am I doing?

Funny how your feelings can change so quickly in a matter of hours.

I can blame it on a crappy day at work. I can blame it on not managing my time right. I can blame it on making assumptions when I don’t know how people really feel, letting life go on like everything’s ok and not preparing myself for any bumps that might happen in the future. I can blame it on me giving the impression to people that I’m strong and that nothing can hurt me, when in fact, a lot does. I just don’t let on that it does. But it builds up. It’s funny that I mentioned the roller coaster of emotion before, under the impression that I was off it, for even a little while. But no. It comes back. Up and down and up and down. More downs than up as of late.

And I’m so tired. Not even just physically, but my soul is tired.

For those of you that have put their trust in me, I thank you. You’ll never know how much it means to me right now.

For those of you that don’t, well, I can only be myself. You have to decide on your own if you trust me or not.

Sorry for the venting.

Keeper of the Secrets

Seems as of late I’ve been entrusted with a massive amount of secrets, in many areas of my life. It’s kind of funny, in a way. It always seems to start with ‘Hey, I have to tell you something, but you can’t tell anyone, ok?’ Man, I hate those words. Because as you know, I like talking (and gossiping, just a little). But then again, I love KNOWING things. But I dislike knowing things and not being able to share, especially when other people talk and wonder about things and I know the answer to. What do you do? Say nothing? Lie? Usually, I’m able to take myself out of the situation. The good thing about secrets is that they usually become public with time. Then I can do a sigh of relief and breathe easy knowing that other people know the things that I do.

I don’t know why people feel that they can entrust me with their secrets and their troubles. Sometimes I wonder if I subliminally am telling them ‘Tell me your deepest secret, I want to know.’ But I guess with people, they just like to have a person listen, because for as much as I talk, I’m a pretty good listener, too. As one of the secret tellers told me, “I had to share it with someone, and I knew I could share it with you, Christine, because you have strong shoulders.” Me? Ohh. That made me feel all nice and warm inside. And as of late, I’ve been through my own little emotional roller coasters, from depths of self loathing to the heights of my inflated ego. It’s good to feel good. Not to high, not to low. Just good.

So if you’re reading this, and you think I’m talking about you, I probably am. But know that I’m talking about a lot of people here. And don’t worry, your secrets are safe with me.