It was the best of times, it was the worst of times

Ok, two things happened to me for the very first time this last week and they rank on almost opposite ends of the spectrum as far as joy achieved.

First, on Friday morning, I got into my car and the radio was turned to a station I don't usually listen to and they were about to give away two tickets to a Colbie Caillat concert. They were deciding what game to choose and they picked a definition game where they give you the definition and you have to give them the word they are defining. I thought, "Hmmm, I never call into these things and I'm not very good at definitions, but I would love to win these tickets, so I think I'm going to call and try to guess it!" Then they gave the definition and it was one word...pancake. Instantly a word flew into my mind and I thought, "HA! I know this!!!" So I call in. BUSY! I had to try again. RINGING!!!! I couldn't believe it. Then, "94.1 the planet, what's your guess?" "Is it flapjack?" "It is!!!! You just won two tickets to Colbie Caillat!!!" So, that was totally awesome that I won tickets because that has never happened before and the fact that I won them on the radio was a new experience too!

The second thing that happened to me for the first time happened yesterday. I was getting ready for church and I was using one of those magnified mirrors to pluck my eye brows. I was sitting in the front room so I would have better lighting and then with a slight turn of my head the light hit my face just right so that my attention was drawn to a different part of my face. Once I focused more intently, I realized there was a fleck of color that has never been there before. I looked again, closer to make sure I was really seeing what I thought I was seeing. And sure enough I was. It was a truly dreadful moment. Reality hit - I had my first gray hair. So, of course what do I do? I pulled it out as fast as I could and examined it more closely. It was about as white as a hair can get and I wanted nothing more than to burn it! My second impulse was to call my mom and ask her how old she was when she found her first gray hair. So, it's official. I'm aged.

Better late than never???

Well, I think it is official that I am not the best at this whole blogging thing. That's ok, I'm not very good at logging on to Facebook or any of those other websites either. My self esteem can handle it. Just a quick update on my life: I am still living in St. George, UT. I am now a financial secretary at an elementary school and I LOVE it!!! I get to go to work and be a goober all day long and I get paid to do it. I love spending the whole day with kids and getting to know who the kids are and what their stories are. Yes, even little kids have stories. Plus, who wouldn't love going to work where every single day a beautiful third grader, named Miranda, tells me that she thinks I look pretty. I want to know where else you will get those kinds of results!

My sister is coming home from her mission in two months and I am pretty excited to get to spend some time with her...we are all making bets on how long she lasts at home. (She is not a home-body and likes to always be on the move!) My parents are trying to get their ducks in a row so they can go on a mission and so, that will make me the "empty nester".

My family recently joined the gym and I am ashamed to say this is the first time I have had a gym membership. But honestly, I kind of like it. I feel like there is a level of accountability or something and it pushes me to go. Plus, it helps that I have a lot of friends who are members of the same gym so I don't feel all alone in my quest to thin my thighs.

Well, for now, that seems sufficient. I will try to write more when I think of more... I cannot make any promises as to when that may be.