Safe Kids Fair (Free Entry for Everyone) My Top 10 Reasons it will rock

Today I spent nearly five hours of my time preparing for this magical event: Transporting cars, cleaning poster that's bigger than my bedroom, setting up the fantastic booths and setting up all the free stuff. Literally, if you come to this event you will walk away with more than you can carry. I conducted a personal top 10 best things at this fair for you.

Top 10 Reasons Safe Kids Fair Will Be Good For Everyone:
10. Huge mural/coloring posters by a credit union that will likely be covered with crayons, while children try to scrape their name into the board itself. They can leave their mark forever inscribed.
9. Tons of vendors. I got to check out the booths this morning. It's great, so many people are going to be there!
8. For the men and boys in the house, Zero Fatalities has one of more edgy exhibits that will likely be in your mind for a while.
7. Smart Cars: if you care. I personally enjoy making fun of the midget cars.
6. The Today's 106.5 booth is totally going to have the best face painters in town. They can change your children into the demons or Darth Maul that resides deep inside.
5. The booth next door, KNRS (talk radio), is going to have a clown and not one from Stephen King (either way this may discourage or encourage you.
4. Me! I totally will be there 4-7 p.m. Friday and Saturday. I can hook you up in line or something. Some famous people from radio/tv will be there too if you plan the timing right.
3. Entry is 100% free for everyone. Even adults, It's enough to remind you of your childhood, when you could get in free pretty much everywhere.
2. Free Stuff! Ridiculous amounts of it everywhere.
1. Batman will be there in person! He's flying in from the sunny state I want to call my own, California. (I hear his costume weighs more than a 10 year old child).


Personality Test Results....Understand Me Today

So yesterday on Facebook, I took this crazy quiz to "get to know my real self". I laughed it off, until I read the results. Good gravy, it's me to a "T". It's crazy how true it is. I could write a blog entry about every piece of this silly thing. I thought I would share this useless knowledge because I know for a fact that I am a mystery to so many people.
Personality Tests result:
Who is your true self: You like privacy very much because you enjoy spending time with your own thoughts. You like to disappear when you cannot find solutions to your own problems, but you would feel better if you learned to share your thoughts with a person you trust.
Your view on yourself: 
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ :Other people find you very interesting
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ :But you are really hiding your true self
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ :Your friends love you because you are a good listener
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ :They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them
The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking:
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ :You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you are looking for a life partner
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ :Perhaps you should be more open-minded about who you spend time with
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ :The person you are looking for might hide their charm under their exterior
Your readiness to commit to a relationship: 
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ :You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether to commit to the relationship
The seriousness of your love:
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ :You like to flirt
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ :Behave seductively
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ :The opposite sex finds this very attractive
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ :That's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ :But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship
Your views on education: 
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ :Education is very important in life
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ :You want to study hard
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ :Learn as much as you can
The right job for you: 
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ :You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on a particular one
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ :You need to choose something
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ :Go for it to be happy
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ :Achieve success
How do you view success: 
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ :You are afraid of failure
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ :Scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ :Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous
What are you most afraid of: 
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ :You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ :You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ :Independence is important to you


Height Complex

Walking between classes is usually a dull, mundane activity. (Especially when it's hazy).  My mind is boring and filled with words and numbers from class. It becomes a gold medal competition when there is another tall person walking nearby and my head rises to the competition (literally).
My height complex is silly. It's like a bad twist on Napoleon's "little man syndrome", be loud to make up for his height.  I have height but I don't really want it.  I always try to pawn off my calves or extremities to others in need.  Despite this pawn idea, there is a double standard.  
Growing up, I have always been the tallest girl/woman in my classes and school. As a kid, I hated being spotted a head taller than everyone else. I noticed in high school, on the basketball team that the height issue was not going to change and I accepted it. I even embraced it, putting the height to good use in sports and such
I have learned to be comfortable as the tallest girl, but my balance is completely ruined when some girl walks by who is taller than me. I walk faster and raise every bone in my body to be taller than her and if she is still taller, I shrink and try to walk faster.
With men, I think it's typical for every girl. I don't think they stand taller, but for me it's what makes me stand out the most. I try to get his attention by being closer to eye level than other women. It's not necessarily a successful method, but it's my method.
I don't think other people realize how complex the tall woman mind is about other tall people. Maybe I stand alone in this idea.


Veteran's Day Comes Late

Yesterday I got to drive the Freedom 570 Hummer H3. Literally, I spent 2 1/2 hoursmoving the different radio station vehicles with Vaughn. I was in a happy place-the Hummer made me happy.
However, upon reaching our final destination at the South Towne Expo Center, I definitely needed a break. You know what kind of break I am talking about. The kind that can't wait.
So I bribe a security guard into letting me in for a quick break in the RV Expo. I hurry down the hallways, ignoring most of the booths featuring fishing poles and tents, but someone interrupted my emergency.
"Ma'am, excuse me are you a veteran?"
What? I flip and see the veteran's table, with two charming old men in full veteran garb seated squarely at their simple square table.
For a second I felt like I was in high school again being recruited for the military. I laughed, thinking it was a joke-"Yes, Yes I am" and hurried on to finish my task while they continued to yell me statistics about veterans.
Later I thought how great it would have been to give a more detailed answer, "Yes, I served in World War I, Vietnam War, Korea, World War II and the Cold War" (The Cold War answer being my favorite part.
So little did I know that I was of age to be a veteran. I should have asked them where I could sign up for their sweet hats.


My Sweet Spring Break News Story

So I have to take this class, TV Journalism, in order to graduate. It seemed like a technological thing, but it isn't. The class is purely reporting and producing news stories. So if I am not on screen, I am forcing people to be on screen. The most scary/awesome part about the class is that starting next week the recordings of our newscast will be shown on television (like KUED or something at like 11:00 p.m.).  So next week, my sweet story may be accessible to local television viewers! 
The point of this blog today is my pride and joy.  Today I finished up my news story on Spring Break. I filmed a lot of it on my trip in California and it's not too bad. In fact, I think it's pretty decent for my second report ever. Granted my voice sounds so boring and I have no inflection, but I am so proud of this video! I would totally get it up here if I could. :)


Santa Stalks Me in Minivans: California #1

11:30 p.m. I drove in from almost five days on a seventh circle of heaven: California. The trip was truly epic and I have so many great stories! Instead of lumping them all in one post no one will read. I am going to drag them out for you....or maybe just to give me something to do.
So I launch into California Story #1
Day 2 I slept in and I had a dinner date. My time was limited. 
Kristi and I hit up Hollywood for a little "ghetto time". Hollywood, itself, will take up several stories.
I parked the car far far away from Vine Street because I failed to remember the most important traveler item: cash.  It took nearly a hour round trip to Vine Street, but we were troopers and it was just something to pass the time anyway. While walking back past a studio, we found Santa.
Little did you know Santa spends February in 80 degree Hollywood, California and drives a minivan. Lesson learned, watch out for those minivans, Santa may be watching from inside...
Funny story, this is not the first time I encountered a Santa in a minivan. Two Christmas ago, the immediate fam (parents, little brother and me) were driving back home and in the lane next to us was a minivan and Santa was seating in the passenger seat. Mark thought it would be funny to wave out my window at him. I didn't wave, but my special little brother did (at 19 years old it was a shocker for me). The man in the minivan turned very slowly to look at my brother and I, and gave a wide slow wave. Creepy....Santa stalks me in minivans.


Marine-bound Marcus and Racing in the Kitchen

I'm in the market for a new late-night advisor. That job has been vacated for the next couple of months, while my little brother is in the Marines at Camp Pendleton.
Lately we have grown a lot closer than ever before. Our weekend trips for icecream or shopping trips are definitely important to me right now. 
I'm going to miss him a lot. Especially at night when I need a hug or a good talking to. It kind of hit me a few days ago. I had a bad night and he wasn't home. I got up and went downstairs and it hit me in the gut. He's gone for a few months. This step is huge on his push for adulthood. It's weird to think how much has changed since we were kids.
He probably doesn't remember much about our childhood. I admit readily that I abused him; it’s the older sister’s job to do so. We argued countless times but it was friendly more than anything, it was our way of talking. Nobody understood and my parents even punished us for it.  I remember the very early years, listening to records in our matching red wooden chairs and fishing hats. My favorite memory focuses on our racing days in the kitchen:
Removing the mud-covered shoes; Mark and I exchange serious looks. The chance to prove who was better had arrived. My little brother was two years younger than me; he was smaller, thinner, and faster, but clumsy. Unfortunately, I was also clumsy but my advantages were my long legs and arms, natural for this sport.
The timing was perfect, no one was around. Dad was at work; slaving away with papers and pens while Mom sat immersed in the television within her room, swinging her iron across the wrinkled fabric while Oprah gives ridiculous pep talks.
We glance around uneasily, trying to push our fears of falling or ripping our head open on the table beneath the visual spectrum. I slapped the bottoms of my almost freshly white socks impatiently. It was my secret to winning: hole-less cotton socks, with strands of cotton just begging to wear.
I jump to my feet and the race immediately begins.
The announcer in my head shouts in his deep excited yell, “THEY’RE OFF!”
Careful not to lift my socks from the smooth plastic floor, I gracefully push off, quickly gaining speed. My feet move rhythmically in match to the opposing arms. The weak muscles I possessed in the nine years I’d been alive, flexed and moved in strength.
I glance to my younger brother racing along beside me. He was completely calm, void of emotion except for his tongue flipped over his top lip in concentration. Striding smoothly he overtook me, without even a look towards his foe.
I suddenly noticed the invisible ribbon tape at the end of the linoleum-slipping race: the fridge. My arm swung up with a mind it’s own, determined to touch finger to the cool, textured surface.
This would hurt if I didn’t stop soon. I stopped my stride but my socks were smooth and did not grip the floor. My desire to stop was fulfilled as I crashed disgracefully into the yellowed refrigerator.
The slow crash was not painful but it was soft like the fruit that like sat within it because of the slow speed of the sock skate.
I remember my brother and opponent. On the sunny yellow floor he lay in a ball, laughing hysterically and shouting between fits of laughter, “I beat you!”
He continued to shake, his dark hair falling across his forehead in waves like a curtain. Before my announcer could finish his monologue, I shoved the voice back into the dark depths of my mind’s eye. My brother was no better than I.
I'm going to miss his awkward hugs, wrapping my arms around his skinny waist, so tightly that they might go around twice. He would drape his arms lazily around my shoulders, a feat that couldn't have been accomplished when he was younger and smaller. But now he is bigger and older and I need to let him go I guess. I can't depend on him forever.
Like I said, late nights are going to be rough. I am taking applications for the "late night advisor" position that begins after midnight, typically only a few days a week with minimal duties that include: listening, talking, and hugs.


Trax Rule #1

Last week I broke rule #1 of Trax: Do not make eye contact with the crazies.
First of all, I did not plan it. Let me elaborate. On Trax, I tend to make myself appear too busy to speak and/or listen. This particular day; my Ipod was going in both ear plugs with some lovely Five Finger Death Punch playing above the scratch of the metal on metal; and my fingers were at work texting some friends. Clearly my eyes, hands and ears are occupied.
Near the end of the University line, Trax stopped at the Salt Lake County Library. A large clump of people got on in front of my about eight or so rows in front. Crowds interest me, okay? I couldn't help it. I looked at the crowd and there he was, the Crazy Eye King.  Scraggly beard past his collar bone, plaid shirt and dirty pants meant nothing to me. His eyes were so wide they nearly popped out of his face and his eyes acted like the same side of a magnet when pushing them together. Each eye was trying to get as far away from the other in a very pinball like way, but somehow when I looked at this crowd those crazy eyes stopped trying to exit his skull and focused on mine. The wide toothy grin and I desperately glanced at the seat in front of me....facing me. Blast! I tried to position my backpack to thwart him from making the seat his throne, but to no avail.
Crazy Eye King started talking to me...despite my earphones and cell-phone. The next stop, Gallivan Center Plaza, is where I usually catch the Sandy Train.  That block and a half around the corner was the longest ever. I heard him say that he didn't have enough money to eat Chinese food and he loves riding Trax to pass the time. I tried to ignore him in the beginning but those crazy eyes demanded my attention. I mumbled some replies about restaurants being over-priced anyway and that I wished I could ride it for fun and then sweet freedom.
The Trax door opened much like I image the door to a prison. I escaped the Crazy Eye King and will never forget the #1 Rule..No eye contact...at all!