Other Random Thoughts

See, this is what happens. I don't blog. And then I do. And then I have a gazillion and a half things to say. So let's jump right back in where I left off last night:

--I was forced (yes, forced. I even asked if I would be forced. And the answer was in the affirmative. Grrrrrr) to fill out a Singles Dating Survey created by our Elders Quorum Presidency (I think they lost their brains this past month). In church. Why? Their reason: to build ward unity. The real reason: they want to encourage dating, and so they were/are going to pair people up based on their survey results. To go out with the bishopbric members. Ha. Good luck with me. I was so irritated I filled one out and signed it as the "Disgruntled, Frustrated, Anti-Dating Survey Ward Patron" and addressed it specifically to the makers of the survey. I then was going to fill it out trying to be semi-serious. But I couldn't. The questions did not let me. They included questions such as: "My favorite genera of music is" (and yes, they used that spelling. Obviously they did this written in hieroglyphics and then translated it over because......genera?)...and then the answers were Rascal Flatts, Jessica Simpson, Linkin Park, or something else. COME ON. My favorite "genera" of music is an artist? Try again, kids. My favorite question, though, was "I am preparing for marriage by....1) Learning how to cook. 2) Studying the scriptures 3) Dating 4).....don't remember. GEE WHIZ. I'm preparing for marriage by trying to be the best person I can be and that God wants me to be. Do I need to be doing something else here? Am I crazy? Anyway, the result of me being "serious" on this survey was that I had to write my own answers in, because theirs were just pathetic. Beyond pathetic. Sub-pathetic. And then I got yelled at and then ignored by the EQ First Counselor, because apparently by filling in my own answers, I ruined the survey. Darn. Pity. Crying SHAME. Honestly, though. When did a Single's Ward singlehandedly take it upon themselves to get us hitched with wardies? Hello. You are messing with things you ought not. Feelings could get hurt. It's freakishly insensitive, and COMPLETELY negates the whole chemistry and interest factor. Just because you circle the same answers on a ridiculous quiz does not mean you are a match made in heaven. *Sigh* I've been venting for two weeks and I'm still not over it. I might have to do another blog entry as therapy.--

--I'm decorating our new office building. We're building it right behind our current one and oh boy. I'm the designated design specialist. Have I built something before? No! Not even out of Legos or those log things or anything. But here I am picking out brick colors, roof materials, talking to electrical wiring guys, finding furniture, measuring the architectural drawings, discussing brick layouts on the exterior.... Wow. I knew I should have studied something different in college! I'm just hoping it all turns out pretty and how my boss wants it. That's the big thing!--

--I'm coming down with a cold. This is a recent occurrence, brought on today at about 11:04 am. The head went fuzzy. The nose went stuffy. And tonight is our company Christmas dinner. Joy of all joys.--

--Tucano's. Discovered it. Loved it. Wished I was a guy so that I could tell the cute waiter man that I wanted more garlic parmesean steak, because oh my heavens. GOOD food, that is. But if I were a guy, then he hopefully wouldn't be deemed cute- just the guy who feeds you. Haha. I was never so unhappy at being full. I wanted to keep on eating!!! Next time!!!--

--I had a crisis of character. Well, sort of. So my mom met this guy at BYU - 26, athletic (soccer), dark curly hair, nice guy -- and wanted to set up my reluctant older sister with him, because she thought that he would be her type. My sister was, of course, a little skeptical, and asked why my mother didn't try to set him up with me, because I generally don't care as much. She replied that he was more her type. My mom then asked me what my type was....I drew a blank. Drat! What is my type of guy? I can list off all the guys I wish were real (wait- I HAVE done that) or at least an option for me, but what is my type? For like real guys? Hmmm....suggestions?--

Okay, the time is swiftly approaching where I get to leave work and go home. In other words, it's the best time of day. So, bloggers, I hope this gave you even more mental nonsense to ponder. Until a later date!