Just thinking

I am really really blessed. I had an incredible weekend. I went to Orem/Provo to hang out with Sara on Friday night. We went to the BYU basketball game. We won (of course) AND hit 80 points so we went to Maglebys for chocolate cake. I love my life. Sara and I just chatted for a while afterwards. She is excellent. The best in fact.

Yesterday was awe-some! I met up with Lisa, Mary and Katie at Julie's house for a sister party. It was really fun. We did very grown up things. Ahhhh.... nothing like being sisters. I love that we were all really close as adults. I was raised as part of an EXCELLENT family. Julie, Katie and I went to a movie that night as well. If you get tempted to see Morning Glory, I just have this to say: save your money.

I THOROUGHLY enjoyed myself, but the best part of this weekend, and honestly one of the highlights of my year was that today Cameron Bennion Jones gave his missionary farewell. He, Leslie and I met at the beginning of our freshman year. He is fantastic. I got to spend a little time with him last night at a farewell dinner at his house. (And most of us left our plates to watch the rest of the Jazz game. What a family. What a family :D) I am so proud of him.

out of character

I love working with men. Lets start out with that. Don't get me wrong. I absolutely love having that girl friend at work who becomes a great friend. (Shout out to Lindsay, Sabrina, Lindsee and Katie...) I guess I should rephrase this. I love working primarily with men.

I was super irritated with one particular coworker on Friday. I had so many things to do, but he just kept talking, and talking and complaining about an old coworker who would just keep talking... eghhh... Yesterday afternoon I had pretty much had enough. Then for probably the fourth time they started on the we hate BYU. Okay, that is fine. I don't care if they don't like BYU. I don't even especially care that they are ranting about BYU specifically, but if they are just nagging in a circle, it gets old. I may or may not have exploded, telling them this essentially, but in the irritated but not especially well structured way I do when I tell someone what I think while still doing what I was doing. Then I realized that Corporate America's fine invention--the cubicle--and the consequential lack of privacy. I am pretty sure I was louder than I intended. Then I got embarrassed. It is out of character for me to freak out at anyone other than my family. Sorry guys, it has to go somewhere....

A few minutes later I apologized to the one that was irritating me. Totally shook it off. Thank you!