The time that rice and beans could fly

And I’m not talking food fight style.

Today, I was eating lunch. YOU GUYS. SALT LAKE HAS BEEN SO LOVELY AND WARM LATELY. (Also, yelling the world “lovely” feels weird. Go ahead, try it.  Tell me it doesn’t feel weird to you.)

Because of the loveliness of the whole universe, we (we being Jessy, Emily, Victoria {these are my coworkers and friends}) decided that eating lunch outside was in order.  So we headed right on over to the Food Court at City Creek (which makes it sound much fancier than the City Creek Food Court) and bought some food. And took it outside.

It was warm, but not super warm.  And the wind was blowing like a toddler blows on food to cool it–fast and in gusts (don’t worry, no spit though.)

Victoria’s chips blew off her tray before she ever made it to the table we were sitting at.  I lost napkins, a straw wrapper, and a receipt. Finally, I gave up on keeping all my trash on my tray. I bit the bullet and threw it ALL away.

When I got back to the table, I made some comment about I how I wasn’t going to litter anymore. And Victoria replied that she was going to keep littering. And on me.  (Which was true, if she littered because the wind would blow her garbage at me.)  FYI: This is what she had eaten (well almost, because she had a taco.)






Well, not five minutes passed before a giant gust of toddler spit wind blew through again. In a split second, the silver tray that had previously held Victoria’s Mexican food was flying at my face. Literally, the second was long enough for me to think “That’s going to hit me in the face”. But not long enough for me to react and dodge it.

Well, good news:

It didn’t hit me in the face. It hit me in the neck.  Rice and peas and carrots and corn and taco grease. The rice and peas and carrots and corn (WHO PUTS THAT IN RICE, BY THE WAY???)  got all over me. But, the taco grease–which I thought was salsa for a really long time–stayed mostly concentrated at my neck. On my shirt.  Fun, right? I was laughing so hard I was nearly crying, and for a while I didn’t really see the full damage because of laughing.

When I finally got enough control, I determined that I probably needed a tide-to-go pen, or a shout wipe, or some kind of stain remover, so we went to the pharmacy right over by the Food Court at City Creek. (I had no idea that store had two floors, for the record!)  Where a nice man who we now call Ginger Jared helped us find a tide-to-go pen and basically bore his testimony of how it saved his white shirt from chocolate ice cream on his mission. (Sidenote: It was at this point that Victoria whispered that I should marry Ginger Jared…)

So, we got back to the Church History Library, you know, where I work. I used the tide-to-go pen. And, yeah, if I were a normal person, this is where the story would end.

But we all know that weird things happen to me.

So, this clearly isn’t the end.

And, just in case having someone’s lunch leftovers launched at you by the wind isn’t weird enough, I got a weird rash from the tide-to-go pen. (Because you probably shouldn’t be wearing the clothes when you use it? I don’t know how the magic behind them works.)

The end.

Goat thermometer

Last night I had a dream that my family and friends and coworkers joined some cult where we participated in role playing games. There aren’t many specifics from this dream that I remember, which is kind of unusual for me.  What I do remember is that Sutton Foster kept trying to make me eat bread with ketchup.

Everyone was wearing headpieces.  Mine was a floral arrangement/blindfold combo.

There was a giant bald eagle that was going to swoop down and kill us all.

But, the highlight for me was that one of the tasks that was forced upon me in this role playing cult was taking a shower with a goat.  The goat would attack me if the water was too hot or too cold, and BY NO MEANS WAS I TO LET THE GOAT OUT OF THE GLASS SHOWER BOX.

I got attacked many times by that goat while I tried to make the water the right temperature. And it bleated and bleated and bleated (Do goats actually bleat?)

And then the giant bald eagle came and landed on our feast table, and spilled all of our ketchup coated bread..

And then we were all eaten by a black bear.

I’m a weirdo.


Sometimes during the winter, the flu happens.  And it’s miserable and you think you’re dying and all you want to do is cry and sleep and barf and curl up in a ball and die.  These are facts, people.  In my last round of the flu, I learned some other facts that I thought might be helpful to you as well.

1.  Even though it has “insta” in the name, instacares still have long waits. Like 2 hours sometimes.  DECEPTION.

2.  Barfing is humiliating.  Barfing in public is even more humiliating. Barfing in public in the instacare parking lot is also pretty darn humiliating. (ALSO: WHO DESIGNED THOSE OUTDOOR TRASHCANS WITH SUCH SMALL OPENINGS ON THE TOP?!?!)

3. If they offer you an IV, you should probably take it.  THAT MEANS YOU’RE SICK.  Or dehydrated. Or both.  You probably shouldn’t just go home and try to drink away your dehydration. I mean, it might work, but you sure will feel waterlogged.

4.  There really isn’t anything netflix can’t make better (except maybe your academic scores… I think we have all been there before…) Even if you fall asleep during your second episode of something, it’s okay.  Netflix was the cure.

5.  If you get barfy at the instacare, they’ll give you souvenir barfbags. WHAT. A. TREAT.

The great news is, it was a short bug. And now all I want to do is eat all the food in the whole world (which is a major step up from where I was before I picked up gastroenteritis).

THUNDERSTONE BOOKS! and Chinese New Year!

Ireland (217)Let me tell you a story.  First of all, this is my adorable friend Rachel Noorda.  (Formerly, the Miss Rachel Chase.)  Once upon a time, Rachel and I knew each other in the first grade.  You should see us then. We were adorable.  One time, at lunch recess I tied Rachel’s coat to the fence (not maliciously, mind you) because we were playing house and she was being the naughty baby and so I determined that was the appropriate punishment. Unfortunately, when recess ended, I couldn’t untie her so I had to go tell my wonderful first grade teacher, Miss Leaver,  that I had tied my friend to the fence.  (Can you say mortifying?!)  We stayed friends until I moved in the fourth grade.

Well, as it turns out, Rachel and I studied the same thing in college. And we rekindled our friendship on a lovely study abroad to the United Kingdom. Which, coincidentally, is where Rachel lives now with her lovely husband Rob.

Rachel is amazing. She is 25 years old and working on completing her PhD in Publishing. In fact, Rachel and Rob have recently started a publishing company! It’s called Thunderstone Books.  They specialize in picture books that help children to develop bilingually. Isn’t that the coolest?

Rob speaks Mandarin Chinese because of (I think) his LDS Mission. (Fun fact: His speaking of Chinese was the reason he and Rach met. He was her TA at BYU!)  So,  Mandarin/English books are their main focus.

Currently, the have 2 books available: Picturing Chinese and Monkey Gains his Powers.  And you guys, they are cool!

Picturing Chinese  is a basic introduction to some Chinese characters. The illustrations are wonderful–they show how each character is similar in shape and form to the word it represents.

In Monkey Gains his Powers, they’ve taken an old Chinese legend–a monkey named Sun Wukong–and added graphic novelesque illustrations, as well as a simplified version of the story. And the best part is this: THE STORY IS IN ENGLISH AND MANDARIN!

So, my friends, you should really check these out! Especially since it’s CHINESE NEW YEAR! WHAT BETTER WAY TO CELEBRATE?????  I can’t think of one.  Well, maybe you could eat some Chinese food too, but this way is probably better for your brain. Happy language learning and Chinese New Year!

Inside the Criminal Mind: A Review

If we’re being totally honest here, I’m probably not the best at reviewing books. I want to make everyone feel good. I don’t want to be another one of those lurkers on the internet who hates all the things. And then shares my negativity with everyone. I understand that an author took the time to write this book. I understand that part of the author’s soul is in that book.  And, authors are people too. They deserve kindness and caring and happiness. So, my reviews tend to focus on the good in the world–even if I didn’t love it.

This review probably isn’t going to come across quite as sunshine-y.

Truthfully, I just couldn’t get into this book.  I tried. I tried hard, even.  And then, I tried again.  I made in 106 pages into it (it has 330, not including the bibliographic references and index), and I just couldn’t do it anymore.

I’m sure there are people who like this book.  I just wasn’t one of them. (Which, by the way, is weird, since I kind of am fascinated by serial killers and the like.)

After reading the first four chapters–I concluded that I should be afraid of all children everywhere. All the children, based on my understanding of the chapter, have potential to become dangerous criminals.

I took a small break at this point from this book. I thought, maybe this is just too much information. Maybe if I come back to it later I’ll appreciate it more.

I wish I could say I had been right. This book just wasn’t for me.  And I’m sorry.  I’d have to give this a mere 1 star.  I’m sure the topic is interesting to someone, but right now, I’m not that girl.

I received this book for free from Blogging for Books.  


Last winter, around this time, I caught a bug.  I was calling it “inversion lung” because I thought it was directly related to the quality of the air I was breathing in.  Turned out, my airway was infected (which, I guess could still be caused by an inversion).  When I went to visit the doctor, he told me I’d be contagious for a week and the only thing he could tell me to do was pump the fluids and take ibuprofen to keep the swelling (and pain) down.

It was miserable. I couldn’t speak. My throat hurt. I was tired. I had a nasty cough. And I was confined to my room, since I was contagious. Talk about misery.

Yesterday at work, I felt like I was coming down with inversion lung again. Just to be safe, I decided to mix up some Airborne and take it.  You know, as a precautionary measure.

I took my water bottle into the bathroom to mix it up.

This is what my water bottle looks like.

I added the proper amount of water, and the airborne tablet and started to swirl the bottle around.  I waited patiently for the tablet to dissolve. When it was all dissolved and mixed together, I popped the lid to drink it.

I didn’t get to drink it.

The airborne squirted itself up, out of the water bottle and onto the ceiling. All over the bathroom. In my hair. On my pants. EVERYWHERE.

The thing about airborne is that it’s kind of this yellow-y color–not exactly the most appealing colored liquid to have splattered all over a public restroom.

So, I did what any normal citizen would do: I left it all there for the unfortunate custodial crew to clean up.

Don’t worry. I’m joking. I would never do that! (Having been an elementary school janitor, I know how unpleasant surprises in the bathroom can me.)

I started mopping the floor with the paper towels.  When I had sufficiently smeared the airborne everywhere, I attempted to clean off the ceiling. To do this, I had to stand on the toilet seats (Don’t worry, I didn’t fall in!)  As I started reaching for the ceiling spill, someone came into the bathroom and I had to explain what was going on.

That was kind of embarrassing.  She just looked at me like she had never heard of anyone accidentally spilling their drink all over a public bathroom before.

I told my boss.  He laughed at me.  I told my coworkers. They laughed at me.  It was the best way to end a Friday at work.

And that’s the story of how my airborne went airborne! (Cheesy, but necessary.)


First of all, no. I do not mean the Pursuit of Happiness. This book is legitimately called The Happiness of Pursuit. Is it clever? Yes. Do I get this question often? Only every time anyone asked me what I was reading for the past 2 weeks.

Just in time for the fresh start that comes with 2015, I bring to you the idea of THE QUEST.  This book essentially declares that every human has the innate desire in them to do something that might seem absolutely crazy to all other humans, but it’s a burning desire.  The Quest is more than a bucket list, but could be part of the bucket list.

Some of the quests that people went on in this book were:

  • Traveling to all the countries in the world.
  • Cooking cuisine from all the countries in the world.
  • Not speaking
  • Walking/Biking/Journeying across a country
  • Completing a deceased loved one’s bucket list
  • Sighting and describing the most birds all over the world.

And the list goes on and on.  Originally, I wasn’t sure how I was going to feel about this book. I’m not the most adventurous of humans.  Have you seen the movie Up?  I’m definitely more of a Carl than an Ellie.  So, going in, I was hesitant.  I didn’t know how this book could bring me any added measure of happiness because I don’t love adventure.

But YOU GUYS.  I enjoyed this book. I want to go on a quest–and I’m going to. As soon as I figure out what my inner burning desire is.  If you need some guidance on how quests can enrich your life, this book is for you.

Stars: 3.5

Author: Chris Guillebeau