Showing posts with label about me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label about me. Show all posts

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Year-end stats: 2008
(aka my sort-of Christmas letter)

  • Houses lived in: Just 1! (This is the first time in six years I've stayed put in the same house and the same room. Yay!)
  • Herb gardens planted: 2
  • Herb gardens still alive: 0 (except for one determined rosemary plant)
  • Pounds lost in biggest loser competition: 10 (see here)
  • Pounds gained back at end of competition: none of your business
  • Episodes of LOST watched: 72
  • Writing classes taken: 1
  • Book club meetings hosted: 10
  • Countries visited: 3 (Egypt, Jordan and Israel; see here and here)
  • States visited: 4 (See here, here, and here for Colorado; here for Idaho/Utah; and here, here and here for North Carolina)
  • Trips to Utah to see family: 3
  • Vacation days left at end of year: 0
  • Pounds of Hunter's seriously sharp cheddar cheese consumed: ~10
  • Awesome kids I teach music to at church each week: ~40
  • Presidential elections survived in DC: 1 (Third one! Can you believe I've lived here more than 8 years?!)
  • Times pressed snooze: 365 x ~5 = ~1,825
  • Minutes spent commuting: ~21,600 (45-60 each way every day - see here and here)
  • Books started: ~50
  • Books finished: 15?
  • Major reports released at work: 4
  • New blogs started: 2 (see here and here)

Saturday, December 6, 2008

It's all about me. me me me

I was spotlighted in the Relief Society [church women's organization] newsletter. Lucky me! It's rather informative, and is just like these sets of questions that are all the rage to tag people with on blogs these days, so I figured I'd post it here.

Where were you born and raised?
Where wasn't I? I was born in Provo, Utah, and over the next 13 years, my family lived in Utah, Idaho, Connecticut, Georgia, California, Mexico City, Michigan, Kentucky and Colorado. Some of my favorite childhood memories come from Mexico City, where I attended kindergarten and first grade at a British school called Green Gates, and from Kentucky, where we lived for five whole years. I went to high school in Colorado, and my parents still lived there until a couple of years ago.

How many siblings do you have?
Three. My brother Zach is just a year and half younger than I am and recently finished business school in L.A. My youngest sister, Emily, lives in Indianapolis with her husband and two adorable little boys. My sister Lindsay passed away in a car accident while I was serving my mission; she was 17 at the time. I still miss her.

Where was the last place you traveled to what was your favorite thing about it?
The Outer Banks, North Carolina. I loved the sun, the sand and the long talks with some old, dear friends. Just before that, I was in New Orleans -- my favorite things there were the live music, the beautiful cemeteries and all the balconies in the French Quarter. [I wrote this back in September before I went to the Middle East.]

Favorite Church Calling
I didn't think I'd like being a Primary [youth Sunday School] music leader, but I LOVE it. It's my new favorite calling. My other favorite calling is [adult] Sunday School teacher.

Favorite Hobby?
Reading. I've also taken up jewelry-making over the past year or so, and I play ultimate Frisbee regularly. And I love to sing.

Favorite Food?
Lebanese. And sushi. And C-H-O-C-O-L-A-T-E.

Favorite Book You've Read This Year and Why?
"Gilead: A Novel," by Marilynne Robinson, and "The Brothers Karamazov," by Fyodor Dostoyevsky. Both books deal with issues of faith, doubt, grace, and human relationships in a beautiful way and are superbly written. I was deeply affected by them both.

Good Advice You've Received?
"Wherever you are, be there." My brother said this to me once in college, and it just stuck with me. It reminds me to relish life's experiences now, rather than dwelling on the past, obsessing about the future, or just wishing life were different.

Tell us one thing we wouldn't know about you after meeting you once?
I double dip. Salsa, ice cream, you name it. Guilty.