Step by Step

I'm in a weird headspace, y'all.

It's weird to have left this place silent after my last post with no update.  My job is such an emotional rollercoaster and I go from hating it and wanting to quit to making triple the amount of the most money I've ever made before.  So.  I don't know what to tell you there.  I'm taking it step by step and I'm feeling confident that I'm heading in the right direction and while I'm not where I think I'll be for long, I'm going the right way.

Another thing that has me all messed up is my state of physical ability.  About a month ago we were in Lake Powell with Landon's work and I got a little too confident on a wakeboard resulting in a (self-diagnosed) sprained MCL.  I've sprained my knee before, years ago while snowboarding, so I'm familiar with the symptoms.  And while this sprain wasn't nearly as bad, it's effected my life for the worst.  I haven't been able to run more than a mile since it happened.  And after a month of little to no running, I've found myself in a frustrating spot.  I've gained some lbs and lost endurance, which is expected after an injury, but it really is in every sense of the word: frustrating.  I've got a half marathon in a few weeks that I'm not sure what I'm going to do about.  It's the Moab Trail Half Marathon and I've been looking forward to it all year.  I should probably defer my entry to next year, but I also might just go for it and walk when I need to.  We'll see.

A good thing I've been trying to put my energy towards is redecorating my living room.  I went to Hobby Lobby last week and was struck with inspiration.  So my excess funds from my job have been directed straight towards that.  It's really nice; we've lived in our house for just over 3 years now and it's been just a step above a glorified bachelor's pad and it feels good to start tying a look together.

I also finally bought my very own Scentsy candle and it's burning a Snowy Spruce kind of scent that may be a little Christmassy for this time of year, but I am into it.

This is kind of a dumb post, but like I said- weird headspace.

Stick with me, I'm going to figure things out.

When Things Just Didn't Go As Planned

You probably wouldn't believe me if I told you've I've started and restarted to write this post in the last few weeks, but it's never felt right.  It's a slow night though, and I'm going to power through it.  I think a part of the problem is that I've been waiting to be able to say that I love my job and everything is going great.  But if I'm being honest, that's just not how I feel.  I am 99.9% sure no one at my job has figured out that I have a blog, so I feel safe airing out my feelings here.  Writing it all down is therapeutic and it helps me process the ball of emotions I'm feeling; that's why we all do it, right?

Well, I don't love my job.  It's been the cause of a lot of anxiety and frustration.  I had extremely high hopes when I took this job and said goodbye to the lab.  I'm not saying that I regret it, because I don't.  I need this job for school and it truly has been a learning experience for me.  But dude- it's been the cause of a pretty brutal emotional roller coaster.  I was telling my mom that when the nights are good, they're really good, and when they are bad, they are almost unbearable.  And unfortunately, the feelings I have when I have a good night don't outweigh the bad ones.  My paychecks are phenomenal, and I've been the top marketer this month, so why do I find this job so upsetting?

A big part of it too, is the schedule.  I think I talked about it in my last post about how all my free time is in the mornings when everyone is at work.  I'm missing out on a lot of things because I'm at work when everyone else is not.  I had to work on the 4th of July and on my birthday, and even though I requested Labor Day weekend off 4 months in advance, I still haven't heard if I'm going to get it or not.  And that's just not okay for me.

I think if I could get the time off I wanted and have my evenings and weekends like I was used to, then the up and downs of sales wouldn't weigh on my like it does.  But between me being on my own a lot as of late and then having some rough nights here and there, it's really bringing me down.

I hate how I sound when I say any of that out loud or typing it on my computer.  I hate feeling this way about my job.  I don't have kids, so aside from Landon, my job is my life and I just don't feel like these are the feelings I should have about a place I spend so much of my time at.  I shouldn't have anxiety on my commute to work, and I shouldn't have to occasionally take my lunch break behind the building so people can't see me fighting off tears when the night is beating me up.  And most of all, I should not have to beg and plead and sacrifice every other day I would want to take off work in hopes that I get Labor Day weekend off to go on the first vacation I've had with my side of the family in nearly a decade.

I'm glad I took this job, because if I had let it pass I probably would have had to skip a semester and I would always wonder what it would have been like, but I cannot wait to find where I'm supposed to go next.  I know that I am good at sales and marketing and I've learned a lot about myself, but most of all I have learned exactly what I'm looking for in a career and that just isn't going to be found here. 

Maybe send up some prayers or good juju that I am able to move forward and find my place in this world.

Thanks guys, you're the best.


I didn't want to post anything until I had something to talk about that wasn't work.  Well, nothing has happened besides work for the last month and there is a lot of adjusting I've had to do.  My schedule being the biggest thing.  For the past six years, I work M-F, 7 AM to 3 PM, (with the exception of longer hours in the summer during big jobs).  But now my work schedule is all OVER the place.  I rarely get even a Sunday off let alone a Friday or Saturday, and my usual hour range from 12 PM to 10:30 PM, which is just, buck wild to me.  I've been staying up later because I don't have to wake up at 5 o'clock in the morning anymore, but I also didn't get out of bed until 10:03 this morning.  And then it's like, I've wasted half of my time that isn't spent at work today.  So that is something I'm really trying to figure out.  I do get to go to the gym in the mornings which I actually like, and I've been having more time to cook and stuff because Landon isn't home distracting me.  Not that he's distracting, but if he's home I'd rather be hanging out with him than in the kitchen.  Oh yeah- that's the other crappy thing about this schedule, I barely get to spend time with my husband.  I know that millions of people have different work schedules and it isn't something I should whine about, but doggonit if I don't miss him terribly.

Another thing I have been learning to adjust to is rejection. Over and over and over and over and over again.  Don't get me wrong, I've been able to turn around a good majority of these rejections, but man, hearing no 156 times in just a couple hours is pretty brutal.  Sales, my dudes- they tell ya its rough, but it doesn't really sink in until you're in it.

ON THE FLIP SIDE- last week I made $50.00 an hour, so like, at the end of the week it's turning out to be worth it a little.  I told Landon I want to put anything more than what I used to make into a savings account because I don't want us to get accustomed to living on that kind of income in case the end of the year I just decide I can't handle it then it won't feel like we are destitute living on a lesser income.  Solid plan, right?  Already anticipating quitting. But of course I'm kidding, I'm not anticipating quitting, but I do plan on putting all extra income into a savings account, JUST IN CASE.

As I type this out, I realize that it sounds like suddenly I don't like this job anymore.  That is not the case.  I actually have been having a lot of fun with it, but just like anybody else in this world, change is not an easy thing for me.  I would say I'm pretty good with going with the flow, but my entire flow has been completely re-routed and I knew going into it that I was going to have to be flexible.

Anyway.  It's getting easier, and definitely more lucrative, so I can't really complain all that much.  I will say that I miss getting to spend my weekends with Landon, but it comes with the territory.  We're just going to have to get creative with our shenanigans, that's all.

Work is Good.

I'm doing, you guys.  I'm actually succeeding at my new job.  I was so nervous quitting Garco and coming here.  Especially because the first weeks were so slow and I wasn't getting a lot of face time with guests, but this week has been so awesome.  I'm feeling so excited for the future.

I did go back to Salt Lake to talk to my (old) boss the other day.  We talked for over two hours about any possible way for me to come back.  I told him I'd seriously consider his offer(s) and talk with Landon about what we thought would be best for us and that I'd get back to him.  No matter what happens though, I will never be able to articulate how much it means to me that they are willing to do everything they can to get me back.  I'll be honest- I wish they would have had these options before I had to go find a new job, but regardless, it means a lot.

But, yeah.  Work is good. 

There's Something Different

It might be awhile before you guys hear me stop talking about my new job. 
Today though, I wanted to talk about the major differences
(sorry) between being a timeshare marketer and being a quality control lab technician; because there's a lot of them.
Firstly, and I mentioned this a couple posts ago, one of the biggest changes I've made is what I wear and how I get ready in the morning.  I've invested hundreds of dollars in a new wardrobe this last month because I literally had nothing that qualified as "business casual".  Everything I owned was just, I don't know, casual, I guess?  And what I have been wearing to work for the past six years probably doesn't even meet casual standards.  I think the best way I could describe that look was homeless chic. And even that is being generous.  So I feel like the prettiest girl at the ball here in my new blazers.  Also- making time to actually blow dry and style my hair in the morning is nuts.  My work is closer now, and I don't go in until 7:30 instead of 7:00, but I still have to wake up roughly at the same time because now I have to primp.  Not complaining though, I actually really like getting ready for work again.
(excuse the mirror selfie, my dad was a large contributor to the new wardrobe and he wants to see what I'm wearing.)

Secondly, I actually have to interact with people.  I mean, at Garco obviously I was talking with my co-workers and the foremen and whatnot, but did I actually have to talk to customers?  No.  So going from being a mildly isolated lab rat to a marketer/concierge at a 5 Star resort was 0 to 60.  Luckily, my primo customer service skills came back immediately and right now I'm just trying to figure out what the best restaurants in town are since that's the most common question I'm getting. 
This brings us to the third and biggest change I'm trying to adapt to: sales.  And that's kind of a doozy since that's all this job is.  Going to school for it and practicing in theory is a whole different ballgame compared to real life.  And of course I knew that going into it, but still.  Being a salesperson is kind of terrifying.  It's pretty slow, so I haven't gotten to pitch to a lot of people yet, but the few I have talked to definitely made me work for it.  I'm getting more and more comfortable and I'm figuring out the best approaches, but there is definitely a learning curve to this profession.  I'll get it, though; just need to practice.

I'll be honest, I'm still so caught between my emotions about everything.  I can tell that I'm going to like this job.  It's a beautiful resort, it's in Park City, the people are going to keep me on my toes, and I'm probably going to end up making a lot of money.  But man- I miss Garco.  I've been talking to my old bosses over the last couple weeks and just keeping them in the loop with things.  And now I'm actually going to meet up with them on Thursday to catch up and just talk about everything.  I know I'm probably walking into a hard situation because they want me to come back, but I just miss everyone so much and find myself getting butterflies at the thought of going back to see them.

Trust me, I'm aware that I sound like a broken record over all of this.  But it's helpful for me to write these thoughts out and materialize them a little more.  It helps my brain.

Tulip Festival 5k

I'm sure you all remember a few years ago when I ran my first half marathon at the Tulip Festival at Thanksgiving Point. Actually- maybe you don't... I don't think I every blogged about it. NBD, I'm a professional blogger.

Well, that was the first race I ever did.  I made my entire family come see me do it because after training for it, I was positive I would never run another half marathon in my life.  Fast forward two years and five half marathons later, we all know that didn't end up being true.

And then last year, I signed up for it the night before on a whim.  I had just ran the Zion Half a few weeks prior, but I was a little out of my mind (we had just put my dog down and finals were destroying me) and I registered at midnight before the race.  I had a blast, but in retrospect it wasn't the best idea because I hadn't kept my training up and my knees paid dearly for it.  I decided this year, I wouldn't run the Tulip Half Marathon right after the Zion Half because I want to be able to continue to run.

But, although I decided no to do the half, the 5k was free game.  My mom has been wanting to do a 5k with me for years, so for Christmas I bought her and I our entries to the Tulip Festival 5k!  It's been awesome to have something to look forward to for the last five months, and she came up to our house Friday night so we could get up early on Saturday and ride down together.  We went to Park City and I got to show her and Landon my new work digs and give them the grand tour of the penthouse suite and followed it up with dinner at our favorite pizza joint.  We didn't stay out too late because it was a blizzard (it's been a whiteout all week up here) and we needed to get home and get some rest.

We woke up around 6:00 am, stopped at the grocery store to get some breakfast, and we drove on down to Thanksgiving Point to get our packets and get all ready for the race!  Since it was the 5k, it started about an hour after the half marathon.  We jumped in the line-up at 8:00 and were off at the sound of the gun shot.  It was a little chilly when the race started, and we had debated whether to leave our jackets or wear them; we ultimately decided to wear them.  About a half a mile into the race, we were hot and regretted the decision.  I called Landon and asked him to meet us at the 2 mile mark so he could grab our jackets.  He was there, right under the water tower, cheering us on and taking pictures.  He is the best cheerleader of all time. :)

There was a water station there and we got a quick drink of water before we were on our way again.  As I think back about it, this race went by so fast! We were done in 40 minutes, and I'm so proud of my mama.  She did incredible and I am already looking to see what races we can sign up for next!  We crossed the finish line with tears in our eyes as we took turns putting our medals around each other's necks.  I told my mom as we were approaching the finish line, that in every race that I've done, as I am crossing the finish line I always think about the person I used to be before I started running, and how I'm am that many miles further away from her.  To think of the hundreds and hundreds of miles I've put between her and me is mind boggling and it brings tears to my eyes every finish line I cross.  Running has become part of who I am; I do it to get away from everything in life that is worrying me and if nothing is stressing me out, then I do it just to feel good.  And even though this race was a shorter one, it was amazing to do it with my mom and I hope this is the beginning of countless more to come!

After the race, we got to walk around the Tulip Festival and enjoy the incredible gardens that Thanksgiving Point has to offer.  It blows me away every year, but this year was especially awesome because it's been non-stop snowing for the past 5 days.  Utah usually gets a rogue storm every year at the end of April, but a week long blizzard is bizarre even for these parts.

It was windy, but the sun was out and the flowers smelled amazing.  For the first time this year, it finally feels like spring.  One of the perks of running the 5k instead of the half marathon was that a lot of people were still running, so we got the gardens almost all to ourselves for the couple hours we were walking around them.  Around lunch time, the crowds started making their way in, but it was fine because we were on our way out.  We got to enjoy it all while it was calm and quiet and it was glorious.
And of course, shouts out to my biggest supporter and best friend! Year after year, race after race, Landon reminds me just how lucky I am to always have someone out there cheering for me.  I don't imagine sitting around waiting for someone to run a stupid amount of miles is the most fun thing to do on your day off, but Landon has never once complained about following me around to every race I do.
I love him so much.

An Update on the New Job

That last post was heavy, wasn't it?  I can't believe it's been nearly three weeks since I wrote that.  It's been a whirlwind trying to get in the swing of things with the new job/life.  It has been- interesting, to say the least.  I mean, take me from three weeks ago and put her next to me today and it's just one extreme to the next; it's been and continues to be an adjustment.  I was used to waking up every day at 5:15 AM, barely doing the minimum (showering + mascara), eating a bowl of cereal, going to work in muddy jeans and steel-toed boots , and getting home by 4:15 in the afternoon.  Now my schedule will range anywhere from 7:30-2:30 to 2:00-10:00, and my days off are going to be sporadic throughout the week.  I have gone out and bought blazers, button-downs, and heels, and doing my hair and make up appropriately takes 4 times as long as it used to.

I'm not saying this because I miss the old ways (necessarily), but it's just a complete 180 from how I've lived and worked for the past six years and it's taking some getting used to.  I will say, however, it is really fun to actually feel like a girl and get pretty for work.

I knew that leaving Garco was going to be one of the hardest things I've ever done, and even three weeks later I'm still feeling the dull ache in my heart from how much I miss them.  While I haven't been an emotional wreck like I was in my last two weeks, I find myself clutching to any connection I can.  I've been actively deleting incoming out and outgoing calls in my phone so that I still see my boss and the foreman of the pit's names in my call history.  It makes it feel like I'm still talking to them every day.  I took pictures of every room of the lab before I left and I look at them at least once every couple days, and I swear I can still smell the asphalt cooking.  And I've been talking with my boss and old co-workers every few days, just a couple texts here and there, and they have no idea what it means to me. I cannot convey how badly I miss them; it's like nothing I've ever experienced.  Landon and I just finished watching the Office (for the 87th time) and I could barely breathe this time because I related more than I ever have in my life when Andy says, "I wish there was a way to know when you're in the good old days before you've actually left them."  I told my old boss the other day that I literally have to talk myself out of driving past Park City and down to the pit every morning.  He told me to stop listening to myself.  As time passes, I can't decide if it's getting harder or easier to do so.

But as much as I long for the Garco days, I am anxious for my new job to get going.  It's a ghost town in Park City right now since we're between seasons.  As more people start coming into town, I think I'll get better at what I'm doing.  I'm hopeful, anyway. I have an incredible team who is going to whip me into shape, I work at a breath-taking resort in the best city on Earth, and I'm in the mountains which is like, my dream, so I'm determined to not only succeed, but go above and beyond.

Just got to give it time, because it's all very bittersweet.  All I can say is that I've got good things ahead, and good things to look back on, and I am very aware of how lucky I am to be able to say that.

A Rough Couple of Weeks

*heads up- long post ahead.  I just needed to type out everything I'm feeling, so no hard feelings if you don't want to stick around for this beast.*

I promised I would be back here to catch up on life when things settled down a bit.  Well, surprise surprise, life doesn't really ever settle down, but I've found myself in a small break and I figured I'd better get over here to type it all out.

I've got so much to talk about, but today I want to focus on just one thing:

I quit my job last week.

(I need that dramatic "dun, dun, DUUUUUNNNNN" music in the background.)

For those of you who've been reading here since the beginning, you know that I've got my job at Garco two weeks after I started this blog.  So this feels like the end of an era, and one that has been difficult for me to embrace.  I handed my two weeks notice in last Monday, and I've cried at every person who has asked me about it since.

Let me explain to you guys why I've decided it was time to call it quits; you all are lucky because you don't have to deal with my tears as I give you the details.

So, I decided to go back to college last January to get my Bachelor's in Professional Sales and I've been going to school and working full-time ever since. I even did both Summer semesters in order to get done as soon as possible.  Well, at the end of last semester I was looking at my CatTracks plan and it said that I still had 50+ credits to take before I could graduate.  I decided to go visit my advisor to see how to plan my classes in advance so I could get everything done in the most efficient way possible.  This is where things took a turn.  He opened my profile and then pulled up my credits I took at Utah Valley University and proceeded to count out enough credits to cover anything in my degree that wasn't part of the Professional Sales requirements which ended up being roughly 35 credits.  So in a matter of 30 seconds, I went from having a year's worth of school left to 17 credits.  I'm sure you an imagine my excitement when I realized how much sooner I'd be graduating and how much money I'd be saving from tuition.  He helped me plan out the rest of my time at WSU and I left his office with a skip in my step.

Fast forward about a month and a half, I realized that the last couple classes I had to do to do graduate might require more than all of my previous classes had.  They're my Senior Projects, and I hadn't really talked to my advisor about them when I had been in his office.  I called my dad to see what he knew about the curriculum and he referred me to the professor who actually taught the class to get the deets.  This wasn't the easiest process since I'm an online student and I couldn't just go find him on campus to talk.  I emailed with him back and forth, but his responses were usually short and a little delayed.  No tea, no shade or anything, but it wasn't until the end of February that I actually got  all of the information I needed on what the classes were like.  Plain and simple they were projects that showcased everything I had learned in the Professional Sales and applied to my current position as a salesperson.

I'm not a salesperson, currently.  I'm a quality control technician for a construction company in a mine.

Immediately following this little nugget of information, I met with my manager to talk about my options with the company.  I told him that I needed a job in sales to be able to complete these projects that ultimately decide if I can graduate or not.  I conveyed that they were basically an internship, without being called an "internship" because most of the students in the program already had jobs in the sales field that they could do their projects on.  I, on the other hand, am one of the black sheep.

My manager was incredible and told me he would approach his boss and the plants manager to see if they could find me any place in the sales department that I could step into.  He talked with them and relayed everything I had told him in effort to keep me with the company.  Meanwhile, I was being realistic and looking at my options outside of the company in case they couldn't place me.  I was extremely picky with the prospects available; I didn't want to take any old sales job.  If I had to leave my job, I wanted to go somewhere that would be closer to my house, that wasn't a call center, that had a good company culture and incentives, and obviously that paid well.  AKA I was looking for a unicorn in the job market.  I did find a couple that seemed to fit the criteria, but were looking for a bit more experience than I actually have, but I figured I'd send a resume just for the heck of it.  I wasn't actively looking for a job, but these companies worked with WSU's Professional Sales program and I figured it couldn't hurt to have back up in case Plan A didn't pan out.

About a week after I sent in my resume, I got an email from one of the jobs asking to schedule and interview with me.  Again, I really didn't have high hopes because I didn't have the experience they were looking for, but it was still an incredible opportunity on the off-chance they did want to hire me and I figured at least I could get some practice on what interviews are like these days since I haven't been job hunting in nearly six years.  That Friday morning, I went in and met with two different ladies and had an amazing interview with both of them.  The job as they described it sounded like a blast, the location is in the heart of Park City at the base of my favorite ski resort, and the money was far more than I could have hoped for.  They invited me to come back that afternoon to have another interview with their hiring manager because she would be the one who ultimately decided who got the job.  I agreed and the second I walked out of their lobby, I called Landon to try to talk about how conflicted and suddenly terrified I was feeling.

I sent in a resume with zero expectations, I met with them for an interview with zero expectations, but that interview went so well and they wanted me to come in for another and suddenly possibilities were becoming real to me.  I started to cry because it was an amazing opportunity, but at the same time the thought alone of leaving Garco shattered my heart.  I knew my bosses were trying to find something for me, but the entire time we had been brainstorming about the whole situation I knew in the back of my mind that chances were slim that they'd have a place for me.  I've been here for six years, I know both of their salesmen, I know that there's only the two positions, and I knew that the only way I'd be able to move to sales in the company was if they made up a spot for me.  I think up until that moment after the interview though, I had been in denial a little bit.  I didn't have any other options at the time, so I was holding onto my small chance with both hands.  But after that interview, suddenly I had another choice and the reality of the whole situation started to set it, and it made me cry.

I went home to do some homework, eat lunch and try to compose myself before I went back for my second interview with the hiring manager.  She was just as kind and ambitious as the two I had met with before and we ended up having an incredible interview as well.  It was about half as short as the first one and she really got down to the nitty gritty in a short amount of time.  She brought up my experience as a salesperson and I was very straightforward with her.  I said, "I have a lot of experience in customer service, but I have next to nothing when it comes to actual sales in the field.  But, I'm just about to graduate with a Bachelor's in Professional Sales, so I have to tools and knowledge to apply to this job, I'm also a quick learner and since I haven't had a sales job before I'm a blank slate for you to train; I won't have any bad habits to break or notions that don't jive with your company and will be able to learn how to be the perfect employee for the job."  This answer brought a huge smile to her face and she told me that was exactly what she was looking for.

She shook my hand and thanked me for coming back twice in one day to meet with her and to expect to hear from her soon.  And just like before, I burst into tears the second Landon picked up the phone. It was the strangest feeling to be equally as excited about an opportunity as I was heartbroken at the mere thought of leaving my current job.  It was a conflict I'd never experienced before.  I decided to try to put it out of my mind and continue to work on my presentations that were due in the coming week, especially because I hadn't actually been offered the job and there wasn't anything I could do at the moment.

The moment wasn't too far behind, though, Saturday afternoon I received a phone call from the hiring manager offering me the job that I was so sure I wouldn't get when I submitted my resume.  I thanked her profusely and said I couldn't accept the job at that moment because I needed to talk to my boss about his plans, but that I would call her on Monday with my answer.  She was so kind and understanding and told me she looked forward to hearing from me.  I hung up the phone and was immediately a ball of anxiety.  The rest of the weekend it was all I could think about, and every time it popped into my head, tears were quick to follow.

Monday morning came and I texted my boss asking if I could meet with him that day.  We had planned on getting together early in the week to talk about what my options were, but after the offer I had gotten I had to talk to him immediately.  He took me to lunch at a small, authentic Mexican restaurant where our waiter didn't speak any English.  I ordered three tacos despite an overwhelming feeling of nausea and after I ordered (by pointing to the menu because I don't speak Spanish) I blurted out, "I got a job offer and I don't know what to do!"

We spent the next hour talking about my options with my current job and the options with the potential job.  He told me that me moving to sales in our company wasn't ruled out, but it would be a slow process finding a spot for me and seeing if I was a good fit for the position.  This wasn't really new information to me; it was what I was expecting to hear all along.  I then told him all about this new job and with every word that came out of my mouth we both knew the direction we were heading.  He told me he didn't want to tell me to take the new job because he would hate to lose me, but he also couldn't ask me to stay if he knew I wouldn't be happy and always wonder what could have happened.  I had done so well maintaining composure, but I felt the tears stinging in my eyes when he said that if I hated the new job that I could come back; he said that he would always have a place for me.

I still can't seem find the words to express what an incredible job this has been for me.  I've learned so much here and I've developed such amazing relationships with my co-workers that they're more family to me than colleagues.  My manager and supervisor have taken such great care of me for the past six years, really investing the time to train me and help me grow in my position.  They've worked with me when I decided to go back to school and been so supportive the entire time.  My co-workers and the foremen and salesmen are my best friends and the thought of not seeing them and talking to them everyday is one that brings the flood of tears to my eyes and makes it hard to breathe.

I've never had to leave a job like this, or people like this.  I've never dreaded a goodbye so much.

When I called to accept the job offer, I told her I needed two weeks before I could start, but even if I started the second I hung up with her, two weeks is not nearly enough time to tell the people here how much they've done for me and how much I love them.

I have high hopes for this new job, but I can't silence the fear that I'm walking away from the best people I will ever know.

I know I have to do this.  I have to do this for school and for myself to see if this is really what I want to do with my life.

So yeah, there it is. Here's to the future, I guess.

Checking in

When I go so long in-between posts it's usually because I either don't have anything to talk about, or I'm overwhelmed with other tasks.  I would say it's definitely because of the latter this time around.  I'm usually so organized with schoolwork and normal work, but lately I can't seem to get into a routine; which is great because this has been one of the hardest semesters thus far.

Anyway, here's to hoping I actually get my crap together and get my midterms taken care of and then I'll be back for a real post where I can tell you all about the shenanigans Landon and I have been up to including, but not limited to: a last minute trip to Milford, UT that ended up being a fail in the most obvious way, but a win if you take a look at it from the right perspective.

Anyway you look at it though, it's painfully clear that I have the most patient husband who will drop his Saturday plans to drive with me and the dogs 3 1/2 hours to literally the middle of nowhere on the off chance we run into a person from the internet.

Slow clap for husband of the year.  To repay him, I'm taking him dirt biking in St. George next week.

Tomatoes in the Poo

This post is going to seem so out of context, but it's a story about something so stupid that happened last fall and I think about it every day at lunch.  Between that and the title I've got your attention, don't I?

Well, before I begin that story, let's rewind roughly three years ago to the end of March in 2015.

We'd been living in our house for almost a year and that Spring I was set on planting flowers, herbs, and vegetables in some pots on my patio.  I had done a small amount of research about when to plant certain crops, and the internet told me that the end of March and beginning of April was the perfect time.  I spent over $100 on pots, soil, and plants and got to work.  I had told my mom how excited I was that I was going to have my own cherry tomato plant just outside.  I hadn't even gotten done with telling her everything when she cut me off and told me it was far too early to plant anything.  But I was 24 years old and I had looked it up on the internet, so of course she was wrong and I went through with my plans of potting, planting, and meticulously tending to my garden.

The plants were dead two weeks later after a typical April snow storm.

I haven't planted anything since.

Not to my knowledge anyway.

Fast forward to last summer.  I had been eating a diet of grilled chicken and vegetables every day for months.  I also washed my tupperware out every day after lunch.  Since we are in a mobile trailer, our sinks drain out into the rocks outside.  The water wells up during the summer into a small pond that we lovingly refer to as "poo mud."  Well, one day my boss brought it to everyone's attention that the craziest thing had happened and a TOMATO PLANT had grown in the poo mud.  After much discussion and trying to figure out how in the hell a large and healthy cherry tomato plant had managed to sprout and thrive in the swamp just outside our door, it dawned on me- I had been eating cherry tomatoes nearly every day for the past two months, and when I rinsed my dish out the seeds were going down the drain and out into the pond. I had planted the tomatoes on accident!  I was capable of growing a plant, even if it wasn't on purpose! I was so pleased with myself.  Unfortunately, even if they are the best tomatoes in town, nobody wants to eat anything that grew from the poo mud, so we let the plant live out a happy life until winter came.

There is probably some profound message in here about finding beauty, accomplishing things you never thought you could, or listening to your mom instead of the internet...

But every day when I eat my cherry tomatoes and wash my dish out in the sink, all I think about that tomato plant and just how dumb life can be;

so hilariously, frustratingly, serendipitously dumb.


He's 30 in Shark Years

Guess who turned 30 years old yesterday!  Mister Land J. Shark.  I'll be honest, it's a little mind boggling since we started dating when he was 23; I still feel like he is 23 and I'm still just a dumb little 19 year old.

Probably because we are both still going to college.

But the last 6 1/2 years with this guy has been absolutely golden, so it's no wonder why the time has flown by.

In celebration for his birthday, I made him his favorite cheesecake bars (which as basically a cheesecake while a giant cookie baked on top), filled a bucket of his favorite treats, gave him a LeSean McCoy (I always feel like I'm in middle school, capitalizing every other letter when I type his name) jersey, and some incredible Buffalo Bills high tops that Kelsey found.  It was the best, she sent me the link the week before Christmas and I ordered them immediately.  I thought they would get here in time for Christmas, but they came on the slow boat from China (literally) and got here a week before his birthday.  And when I opened the package, I was overcome with the strongest smell of rubber, like the kind that bouncy balls are made of, and about choked. We had to let them air out a bit. haha But he loved them, and wore all of it to dinner.

I thought we had plans to go with his family to the Midway Ice Castles and then dinner at his mom's, but apparently that's tonight.  You can imagine my dismay when I finally got that memo after I had taken all of my running gear to work so I could run on my lunch break and then asked my boss if I could leave early so I could make it in time.  And on top of all of that, I hadn't planned anything for his birthday!!

So we got dressed, went down to the valley and got some sushi for dinner and then shopped for a little while.  We were both pretty tired though, so we didn't stay out too long; I was passed out on the couch by 9 o'clock.  Poor guy, his 30th birthday which is supposed to be a big deal was about as low key as they come.  But if you know Landon at all, you would know that's exactly what he would want.  And also, tonight we get to go to the ice castles and have dinner at his mom's. So that's good.  What wasn't good was my realization that I was going to have to wake up at 4 AM to get my workout in.  So I am beyond tired right now.  I have mad respect for people who get their exercise in before they go to work.  BUT, it's out of the way and I've got the night free for some sweet family time.

I'm also pretty pumped about the Ice Castles.

But most of all, I'm pumped that I'm married to the coolest, smartest, funniest, sexiest 30 year old I know.  Landon is the greatest person for me to have by my side through it all.  One day we'll do the kid thing, but for the past few years, he's all I've needed.  I'm so grateful that he picked me to be his lifelong adventure buddy.  He is my best friend and the love of my life.

Happy birthday Landshark.  Thanks for giving me the world.

That John Denver is Full of Sh*t

this idiot just got on a plane this morning with nothing but her laptop, camera, a backpack full of fruit snacks and moved to Spain.


It's fine. It's totally fine. I'm fine. Really, I'm fine.

I stayed at my mom's last night to keep her company while she organized her carry-on (that literally consisted of snacks and tampons) and sang her John Denver's, I'm Leaving on a Jet Plane thirty times in a row.  (I probably would have sang her something else if I knew more than three cords and one strum pattern on the guitar.)

After sending her off to Tonga, Argentina, Paraguay, and even Ohio, you would think it would get easier to watch her get on a plane, but it doesn't.  It's never easy to say goodbye to your best friend.

At least this time it's only until June.

But as I sit here in at my computer and watch the blizzard that is raging outside my window-

Mariah June has never felt so far away.


I'm not fine.

Applegeddon II

Can I just- can I whine for a minute?  I live a good life; I have fun.  But there have been just a few things that have been incredibly inconvenient this last week and I just need to vent.

First, I had a horrible, horrible accident last Wednesday night.  I fell asleep on the couch (typical) and woke up around 1 AM.  Now we got new couches a few weeks ago and I fell asleep on the recliner section.  When I woke up and was going to get up to go to bed, my phone slipped down in the crack of the couch and fell to the floor.  I was incoherent and I got down on the floor and lifted the recliner up to retrieve my phone.  Well, the phone landed in the perfect spot that when I did so, the reclining mechanism opened and the metal bar went straight into the screen of my phone; crunched it up like little piece of popcorn.  And, it pinned my phone in there, so not matter how I pulled, twisted or turn the phone, I couldn't get it out.  I could just hear cracking and crunching and Siri repeating over and over, "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear what you said."  Which is good, because it was probably profanity.

The thumb print reader was unharmed, but when I unlocked it, the three punctures in the screen were making all of my apps freak out.  In my daze, I immediately hard reset the phone without thinking it through.  I thought it would make the apps settle down.  What I didn't realize until it was too late was that I wouldn't be able to use my thumb print to unlock it after it reset.  It turned back on and wanted me to put in the passcode, but the mutilated screen had the same effect on the key pad making it impossible for me to input my code.  I was locked out completely.

I knew we had full coverage insurance on our phones, but that wasn't what I was worried about.  I was worried about if my phone had backed everything up on the cloud.  I don't know if you guys remember my last fiasco that I deemed APPLEGEODDON, where I accidentally restored my 2013 iPod touch to my iPhone when I was trying to back it up on my computer.  If you don't remember, I deleted everything and didn't have iCloud storage.  I also had a pretty entertaining conversation with customer support.  LUCKILY, I still had my old phone that I had upgraded from a couple months prior that I was able to restore a backup to and save the majority of my information with the exception of about a month and a half of photos.  So when things went bad, they weren't the worst.  After that, I started to back up my phone to my computer regularly incase I had another accident.  But, I recently tried backing up my new iPhone 7 and wouldn't you guess it, my freaking computer was out of space.  That was the straw that had to break the camel's back for me to finally purchase iCloud storage.

It was only about a month ago when I bit the bullet, but after I paid for it I never really followed up to make sure it was working.  So, when I pulverized my phone and then locked myself out, there was no way for me to check to see if all of my information had been backed up.

I'm sure you can imagine the horror/anger/depression cocktail I was mixing up as I sat there on my stairs yelling at my phone.  I'm positive my neighbors think I'm insane now.

I went to sleep and tried to forget about the phone because I was going to go snowboarding the next day and I didn't want to ruin that for myself.  Only to be woken up at 5:30 AM by my boss calling me.  My phone was downstairs but my Apple Watch was still ringing.  I was so confused, and obviously not able to answer the phone, when all of the sudden Landon's phone started to ring.  He woke up, looked at his phone and said, "Why are you calling me?"  I sat up and could hear Landon's voicemail recording on speaker coming from my phone in the dining room.  All the pieces of the puzzle started coming together; my phone was back from the dead and ghost calling people.  Which is why my boss had tried calling me back.  When I came in on Monday, he said he got five phone calls from me and a FaceTime.  He thought I was dying.  My theory is that my alarm went off on my phone, then that woke the screen up and the smashed part kept hitting all the buttons and locking me out again.  But when it kept happening, I think it self-swiped over to the emergency call list and started calling my emergency contacts I have saved in my phone.  Those people being my boss and Landon. So that was a fun thing to deal with at 5 in the morning when my phone wouldn't cooperate.  I couldn't even power it down because you have to do that slide thing to confirm you're actually powering it off.
THEN dealing with the insurance company was equally a nightmare.  I wanted them to just fix the screen instead of getting me a new phone because I was worried about my iCloud backup.  They said they wouldn't do that because my billing address isn't in Salt Lake and they only do screen repairs in Salt Lake.  The fact that I WORK in Salt Lake every day didn't make a difference.  So, then trying to get a new phone they told me they would only send me a black phone and that rose gold wasn't an option.  And maybe it sounds petty, but I didn't want a black one; I wanted my pink phone.  I mean, I paid like, $900 for that thing and I wasn't going to settle for a black one.  Come on.  After many transfers and talking to different agents, a lady finally told Landon that it wouldn't be a problem at all to send me a rose gold phone.  At that point, we were about slamming our faces on the wall for all the run around, but we accepted it and placed the order.

My new phone came yesterday while I was at work.  Landon was home and I told him to start her up and let me know the damage.  After an hour of updating, the verdict was in: my phone had done the backup and nothing was lost! After nearly a week of worrying, I was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

So like the last Applegeddon, when things decided to go bad, they went well.

Maybe that was a lot of complaining for me getting a brand new phone and not losing any pictures or information.  But I still had to pay a $200 deductible and I have to wait 4 days before a new screen protector shows up.  So I'll be babying my new phone until then.

I don't know- it was such a freak accident.  I probably couldn't get my phone to fall in that exact spot again if I tried.  And if I had just gone behind the couch and not opened the recliner at all, this never would have happened.  It was all just a stupid accident and a huge headache to get it all sorted out.  I'm just glad to have my phone back.

There were other things I was going to whine about, but I think I'll leave it at this.  I just needed to get it out of my system.  And if you drop your phone down the crack of your couch, DON'T OPEN THE RECLINER.

Track Hoe Boarding with DevinSupertramp!!

I realize that 2017 started 9 days ago, but I held off until yesterday to start my New Years.  I had 2 1/2 weeks off work and I hardly cooked the entire time, I didn't have homework, and I barely exercised at all.  I blame that last one on the flu that took me down.  My entire body ached, I couldn't take three steps without getting winded, and when I would get winded my body would heave with a coughing fit.  So, no gym for me the last couple weeks of 2016.  It was nice though, to be able to take a break.  Sometimes I get so crazy obsessed with working out, I think it was important for me to realize that I could take a break without gaining 20 lbs.

Anyway.  I put off my "get back on track" plans until yesterday.  Mostly because classes at Weber and the 12 week exercise program I'm doing didn't start until yesterday, so I figured I'd mess around at the gym, not take my meal planning seriously and play Super Mario 64 until now.  It was incredible.  BUT, we are back at it and 2017 is looking good.

So yes, school is in session as of yesterday. I've already mapped out all of my assignments and exams and I can't tell you how easy, breezy, Covergirl it is compared to last year.  I have like, maybe three assignments per week?  And they're all spaced out evenly instead of being due on the same night.  I don't know what I'm going to do with all my free time.

Just kidding.  Of course I do. I'm going to go snowboarding.  Another thing that started yesterday is that my work has just switched to working four 10-hour shifts and having Fridays off.  So I get a 3-day weekend every weekend and I am THRILLED.  I actually only worked two days last week because I took that "sick day" on Thursday to go boarding.  And oh, was it worth it.  We got over 33" in three days and I just couldn't sit idly by and watch the best snow in 10 years fly by my window.  Landon didn't have any appointments that day either, so he came with me.  We hiked all over the mountain in pursuit of the untouched powder.  We were absolutely drained by the end of the day, but it was the best snow I've boarded in since Vail.
 I had plans to do the same thing on Friday morning since I didn't have to go to work, but around 7 o'clock Thursday night, my sister-in-law tagged me in a post by DevinSupertramp on youtube that was calling for girls who knew how to snowboard to be in his next video being shot in Midway on Friday morning.  I don't know if you guys have ever seen any of his videos, but every time I watch them I'm always wondering how the heck I get involved because they are so cool!  I sent him a message saying that I knew how to snowboard and I even lived in Midway, so I would totally be down.  He sent me all of the information about what we were doing and where to meet and told me it was going to be sweet.

The activity on the books was Track Hoe Boarding, in that they brought in a track hoe, tied a wakeboard rope to the bucket and whipped us around in circles for five hours.  Something I had never done and according to Devin, neither had anyone else.  So I woke up to a sunny morning, excited to try something new and walked outside with my gear to a frosty -11 degrees.  It was the coldest day of the season by far, so I wore two pairs of ski underwear, my warmest woolen socks, and a big scarf I had gotten for Christmas.  It was to no avail; by the time I left I was sure my feet had frostbite and I hadn't been able to feel my hands for hours.  Oh, and my face got a wicked sunburn; I always forget that you can still get burned, even in negative temperatures.

Despite the cold and the sunburns, we had a BLAST.  I volunteered to go first since I was all geared up, and as I picked up the rope, the track hoe operator said, "Alright, since no one has done this before we might have to do some trial and error with speed." I laughed and gave him a thumbs up, but I was silently berating myself for not wearing my helmet.  Like I said, we got a good amount of snow last week, but since the temperatures dropped so drastically, there was a good 2 1/2 inch crust of ICE on top; I knew that it was not going to be a soft landing when I inevitably crashed and burned.  I didn't realize that was going to happen right off the get go.  The operator mentioned he was going to experiment with speed, I thought that meant he would start slow and progressively get faster; this was not the case.  Right off the get go, I was whipping around that track hoe holding on for dear life.  The centrifugal force was pulling so hard against my body I thought I was going to fly off the earth.  It didn't help that I could feel my fingers and I was wearing big, bulky mittens, so holding on for dear life was even more difficult.  I nearly made it around the track hoe one time before my fingers slipped and I was sling-shotted across the field.  I almost rode it out, but after about 25 feet, I lost my balance and ate face in the icy snow.  I did a quick body check to make sure I hadn't broken anything; I was good.  I popped back up and the track hoe operator yelled, "We should probably go slower, huh?"  I nodded my head as I pulled myself out of the crater my body had created and unclipped my board so I could walk back to the rope for round two.  Before I knew it, we were going again, this time he did start slower and I was able to tell him to go faster and faster until we found the right speed.  Just because we found a good speed, however, didn't mean round two didn't end in me buffing it again.  I had lost count of the times I had been swung around the track hoe and I was utterly exhausted.  Holding onto that rope, absorbing each variation in the snow, and fighting physics was draining.  I lasted much longer compared to my first try, but ultimately it ended with me not being able to hold on any more and I went rolling through the snow for the second time.  I had one more run in me that went pretty similarly to my second try, before I had completely lost all my strength (and was in a fair amount of pain) and called out, "Okay- someone else can go now." as I crawled away.

(not me, obviously, but this is what we were doing.) 
And I didn't even do the crazy stuff.  Once people were getting the hang of it, the operator lifted the bucket in the air as he whipped guys around and they would come off the ground and swing around like a ride at a county fair.  I screamed and clapped when they would get flying, and even thought about giving it a try myself, but as I weighed the risks I ultimately decided that I would rather not break any limbs that day. I still have a season of snowboarding ahead of me and I just didn't feel like cutting that short.
There was really only one bad accident, a dude on skis was being flown around when he (like the rest of us at some point) just couldn't hold on any longer.  He was high enough in the air that his skis were about eye level and when his grip failed he was flung directly into the crowd. He took out a dude in a dirt bike helmet (luckily) and after the initial moment of shock we all ran to see if they were okay.  By some miracle they were, albeit a little shook up.  We all took about 10 big steps backwards after that just incase it happened again.  Thankfully, it didn't and no real injuries came out of the day.

(This guy was in a neck brace the day before, so we were all real nervous every time we went airborne.)
After a couple hours of boarding around the track hoe, we started tying up tubes to the bucket.  The term "tubes" varied from a tube you'd pull behind a boat, an air mattress, and those black inner tubes that are pretty versatile.  We made a bet on how long the air mattress would last; I said two circles before it would pop and it made it a solid 2 and a quarter before it was completely flat and the girls riding on it were basically being drug on a piece of plastic.  The boating tube lasted longer, but it didn't have much air in it to begin with since we didn't have anything to blow it up with.  The black inner tubes were the real MVPs.  We got four in a train and everyone got a chance to ride them; each one ending with the same outcome.  During my turn, I lost a glove and ended up bleeding.  I decided that I preferred the boarding to the tubing considering I had more control and I didn't have three bodies in front of me that could potentially take me out.

The best part by far was when I got to ride in the bucket.  After a couple hours on the tubes, we brought the boards and skis back out and the guys were flying again. With the bucket lifted so high in the air, the operator let us get in the bucket and ride in it while he whipped the flyers around below us.  I scream laughed the entire time because he would get going so fast.  I seriously could have ridden in that thing all day.  The other hilarious thing to me was the thought of the Safety people at my work would react to this.  I'd probably be fired before I could even climb into a bucket, let alone ride in it as it spun around.
The video is going to be up next week sometime, and I'll post a link to it here to you can go watch the crazy shenanigans.  It was definitely an awesome experience, but you should see the bruises I woke up with.  

It didn't help that Saturday I went up to Ogden and went indoor surfing for 7 hours with my family. And I devoted the entire 7 hours to learning how to ollie the board which resulted in many, many face plants and neck-snappers.  
When I woke up on Sunday, I couldn't move.  I literally laid in bed until 1 o'clock.  My 26 year old body had been through the ringer after three days of snowboarding, track hoe boarding, and flow boarding and I was feeling more like an 83 year old.

It was totally worth it, though. 

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go look at how much walkers are on Amazon.


I set a lot of new goals for 2017.  Like, two pages worth and I could probably keep going.  One of those goals was to blog more and while that doesn't particularly hold me accountable, I wrote it in my planner today that I need to post something.  And when it goes in the planner, I may as well have signed in blood.

I find that planners are less and less common these days; everyone keeps track of things electronically.  But I find if I write it down with my own hand, then I'm actually going to remember it and I'm going to get it done.  You should see my 2016 planner with all of my homework in it, it's a nightmare, but I 100% give it credit for my 4.0's I got last year.
So, yesterday I spent all day putting my 2017 planner together and already getting things checked off my to-do list.  Starting with renewing my FAFSA.  Can't believe I'm 26 and still filling out FAFSAs.  And the whole time I was grumbling because of all the new snow we got and I was at work, sitting on my butt trying to track down my 2015 tax information.

I really did plan on calling in sick today so I could go boarding.  But when I woke up this morning to only a couple inches of snow, and I checked my weather app and it said it was supposed to snow all day today and tonight I decided to save my powder-flu doctor's note for tomorrow.
I really am showing symptoms of the shakes, absent-mindedness, and obsession with "first tracks."  It's a problem, it really is.  But the last time we got this much snow in two days was at least 10 years ago.  And I didn't even care about snowboarding back then! So.  That's where my head is at.

As for today, I do have a little bit of work to get done and I'm going to continue with organizing my 2017 goals.  I have big plans for personal progress this year and I'm excited to continue working on myself and what I'm going to do with my life.

What Sick Days Are For

Remember how I said I'd be around during the break? We all knew that wasn't true.  I had to wait 15 minutes for my computer to even reboot after not being charged for 2 1/2 weeks.

I felt the same trying to wake up at 5 o'clock this morning after 2 1/2 weeks of sleeping in until 9.

And of course it snowed 17" while I was sleeping so I didn't have time for breakfast and I am currently mourning all of the fresh powder I'm missing out on while I'm sitting here at work.  A cruel trick saving this storm until my first day back to work, Mother Nature, a cruel trick indeed.

Not like it would have mattered much though because I had influenza for half of my vacation.  I have a strong aversion to flu shots, so I kind of brought it on myself, but patient zero was at my Grandma's Christmas party and got all of us sick, which makes me think that maybe a flu shot wouldn't have helped anyway.  That'll be my excuse when my work is offering them next, I'm sure.

Despite being sick, Landon and I were able to get 4 days on the mountain, and yesterday was absolutely glorious.  We hiked out of bounds and found some virgin powder to tear up among the pines.  I get 200% more daring when there is fresh snow because it doesn't hurt when you fall.  So I was bombing down this hill when the front of my board caught a fallen tree or something and I ate face so hard; it was incredible.  I haven't seen Landon laugh that hard in a long time as I was trying to dig myself out.  Snow of this caliber is worth it's weight in gold, and it is physically hurting my heart that I'm not up there right now tearing it up.  I'm actively planning the speech I'm going to give my boss tomorrow morning about why I can't come in to work; it's supposed to storm even harder tonight and I cannot in good conscious miss two days in a row like this.
This is what sick days are for.

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