Monday, March 29, 2010

The Year of the Wedding

On Sunday a friend announced her engagement. Her wedding date? May 25, 2010.

I was blown away. Never mind the crazy sprint to the alter; it's the fact that another person of my acquaintance is getting married in 2010 that is boggling my mind.

I realized then that my 2010 wedding list was by far outdated. Since my last count, a coworker announced her engagement, an aunt announced her engagement, and a friend announced her engagement, all with intent to wed within the confines of 2010.

As of March 29, the total number of couples of my acquaintance with intent to wed in 2010 is fourteen.


If any of you tell me you are getting married in 2010 I won't be happy for you. In fact, I would probably discourage you from making any such union... at least until 2011.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

The Dog Jog

There is something of a story leading up to this post, but I'm short on time this morning so let's jump right in:

Yesterday Greta and I participated in the DOG JOG 2010! It was my first numbered race, and it was Greta's first bandana'd race.

We were both really nervous, but calmed down after some stretching.

This was a very casual race, and after the announcer made some confusing remarks and started the 4k group five minutes late, I took off with them even though I was in the 2k race.

Because of this, when it came time to turn off on the 2k route, I was the first one. This is a lovely feeling, with the station people cheering you on, telling you are the first one through. I started to feel like that wasn't quite right, as I had left too early, so Greta and I stopped at each station for long drinks of water. I didn't want to be the first one in! Part of the route took us through residential areas and to kill some time I stopped at two garage sales. We didn't really see anything we wanted, which was good, because all I had in my pockets where some dog treats and a fancy bag for picking up dog poop. Maybe I could have bartered?

Finally I saw some 2k peeps coming up, so Greta and I took off again to finish the race.

Greta got a medal at the end. She was so proud. Greta did wonderfully in her first race as she only tried to trip me twice.

After checking out all the vendors, we went to the Cohen's house so the kids could practice Dog Jogging around the backyard.

She had a huge day yesterday, and as soon as we got home she curled up for a long nap.

The Dog Jog was da bomb dot com. We are now looking forward to other Parks4Pups events. Thanks Dog Jog!

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Sally the Cat

Greta is, perhaps, obsessed with Sally. So obsessed that we had to move Sally's little house. Specifically, Dad was the one who moved Sally's house. This was done in the dead of night and consequently Greta and I don't know where Sally lives anymore. Dad is the only one who feeds Sally now, and it is always done in secret so as to not arouse canine suspicion.

On Friday Dad went on a backpacking overnighter. Mother, Mary and I came back from a long walk with Greta and someone remembered that we hadn't fed Sally. I volunteered for the job but realized I had no idea where to find Sally.

Or her food.

Or her dish.

Naturally my Nancy Drew skills kicked into gear and I obtained Sally's food and some treats out in Dad's shed. Unable to find her food dish I went into the house for some Tupperware.

Now to find the cat.

I went through the gate in our backyard that leads to the neighbors and just stood on their property for a while, looking around, trying to sense the cat. Giving up I just said, "Kitty kitty kitty," and pop! She apperated out of thin air. I fed her, we bonded, did a few fist-to-head-bumps and I was on my way. It was quite the ordeal, and I still don't know where Sally's food dish is located. This wouldn't bother me so much except for the fact that Dad will be gone for the next week or so, fulfilling his dream of attending Spring Training in Arizona. So who will feed the cat? Can I just pour some food over the fence and hope for the best?

Thursday, March 18, 2010


It all started about a year and a half ago. I was in Fresno with a big group of people, and we needed to select a place to have lunch. Someone shouted, "Let's go to Chipotle!" and a murmur rippled through the group as most people agreed this was a fabulous idea. Naturally in my naivete, I needed an explanation. What is Chipotle?

"Oh, it's wonderful!" they would say.

"Best Mexican food ever!"

"It's kind of like Cafe Rio, but so much better!"

Wow. I've been to Cafe Rio, and I think it's good. I also happen to like things that are wonderful and in the "Best" class, so I had no qualms with going to Chipotle. So I went.

And was disappointed.

Not wonderful.

Not like Cafe Rio, and not the best ever.

That's okay, though, perhaps I ordered the wrong thing. That can happen sometimes.
So, when the occasion would arise, I would find myself at Chipotle giving it another try. I wanted to like it, but apparently I just wanted to make stupid decisions over and over again.

By now my opinion of Chipot-Lame is fairly well formed.

A few weeks ago there was an unnatural buzz surrounding my coworkers. News had reached our office that a new Chipotle was going in right in down town San Luis Obispo, and my coworkers were all lit up with the joy and prospect of it. Again I heard, "Oh it's fabulous," "Oh, I can't hardly believe our luck!" "I'm so excited!" "I'm going opening night!" "This is awesome!" "It's the best Mexican food ever!"


So, I took the bait.

I said, "Oh, Chipotle, huh? I've been there, and I didn't think it was that fabulous."

Everyone started gushing about how the restaurant must have had a bad day, and I ordered the wrong thing, and did I get the mild salsa? Consequently, a lunch order was placed, and I ordered the exact right thing and it wasn't anything to write home about. Nope, only to blog about.

Sure, it was fine and it was good, perhaps lacking in flavor, and I don't think it was bad, but I far prefer the vegetarian burrito at El Mariachi on Highway 41. Now that's a fabulous burrito.

Friday, March 12, 2010

The Roller Shade

My desk at work is very close to a window. This afternoon when I went to sit down in my chair, I rolled a bit and lightly bumped into the window covering. It sprang off its track and tumbled down on me. I was fine, and after closer inspection, all the pieces of the roller mechanism were in good condition. If nothing broke, I should be able to pop that thing back up there, right?


I love stuff like this. Little puzzles. I love it. I quickly figured out how this particular shade worked and where everything would fit. However, there was one piece that I could not get on. I knew exactly where it needed to go, I just couldn't figure out how to get it there. While I'm playing with this piece my coworker comes up to me, sighs, shakes her head and says in an oh-silly-Myriah voice, "You need some help with that?"

No. My answer is no. I'm doing just fine, thank you very much. Also, this thing fell on me, which means I get the pleasure of solving this puzzle. DO NOT take that away from me.

Outwardly I said, "Uh, sure."

She took over and I went back to work. Back to work in the space that she was now occupying, which made things a little cramped and a little difficult to completely ignore her and not worry about the outcome of the window shade like I had promised myself when I said, "Uh, sure."

But I cared! I wanted to be the one to put it back together! So I looked with bated breath as she said, "Oh, I know what the problem is, we are missing a piece!" And then she looked around for the missing piece. I found it my duty to point out to her that we were not missing any pieces, and if she wanted proof of my statement, she could look at the other properly assembled window shade on the next window over. Yup, we had an example.

We went through this rigmarole a total of three times. Finally, she got the window shade up and said, "There, it's up!"

I looked over with jealousy burning in my eyes and said, "What's that piece on the file cabinet?"
All jealousy gone.
Exasperation setting in.

"Well I got it up, didn't I?"

"Yes, but it's not complete."

"Well, I can't get that piece on. It's impossible. This is good enough," and she walked away.

After about 20 seconds of unsuccessfully pretending I didn't care, I sprang up and said, "Can I give it another try?" Like I'm some meek, small-willed person. Yeah right. GET OUT OF MY WAY SO I CAN FIX THIS THING! Within a minute I had it all figured out. All the pieces were in their proper place, and the shade works fabulously.

I will rest well tonight.

Saturday, March 6, 2010


Oh hey! So nice to see you again! I've been terribly neglectful of this blog I feel. Not neglectful like some people who have only one post on their entire blog, but neglectful based on past performance.

And that darn past performance will get you every time. Unless you are a dog, and everyone else is Cesar Millan, then past performance doesn't mean much.

I have been rather busy with the regular living, going to work, trying to keep up with engagements in my ward (two more since last we spoke) experiencing awkward social situations, and of course the Olympics. The OLYMPICS and thinking about the Olympics takes up a lot of time.

PLUS, I had a dentist appointment to go to, a dentist appointment that was fancy with digital charts and ZERO CAVITIES! I am so happy about that. I didn't think I would be, but I was quite on top of the world. My dentist was very proud of me too, and confessed that he was really scared to tell me I had all those cavities the last time I was in that chair.

The other night I pulled out my bags I had in the attic for the past two years and sorted into piles: Jeans for Potential Jean Quilt, Goodwill, and Wash and Keep. I have already taken my stuff to Goodwill, I still need to climb up into the attic to find the already started pile of Jeans for Potential Jean Quilt (that may or may not exist) and I've got the Wash and Keep in a pile on my floor, as I haven't been able to do laundry for a couple of days. Friday night is my preferred Washing Night, however last night I was busy with the aforementioned awkward social situation.

So, today finds me wearing purple just like Bryn and Elle, and preparing to go to a bridal shower. One of the millions I've been invited to, but perhaps one of the only I will attend. I need to go finish my make-up and decide on an outfit appropriate for a bridal shower that may or may not be held indoors, that may or may not include sitting on the floor, and that may or may not include shoes. Thankfully, if this is one of those take-your-shoes-off-at-the-door type houses, I am prepared with a pedicure I gave myself while I was watching The Office on Thursday, which by the way, is the highest productivity level I have ever reached while watching The Office.