tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24209216991097293142024-02-20T00:34:45.523-08:00olate... as in *choc*olate ... mmm ...christiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532380411001969241noreply@blogger.comBlogger270125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420921699109729314.post-23013961245166862172011-04-28T12:07:00.000-07:002011-04-30T15:29:44.029-07:00the worth of time<p align="center"><a title="Dilbert.com" href="http://dilbert.com/strips/comic/2010-04-21/"><img border="0" alt="Dilbert.com" src="http://dilbert.com/dyn/str_strip/000000000/00000000/0000000/000000/80000/7000/900/87912/87912.strip.gif" /></a></p>christiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532380411001969241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420921699109729314.post-45662632216695383122010-12-31T19:07:00.000-08:002011-04-30T15:34:13.771-07:00quotable 2010these are quotes i have been collecting this year ... some i've seen on friends' blogs (thanks); others i've just run into. enjoy! if you have one to add, let me know.<ul><li>"<em>as an individual undertakes to live by borrowing, soon finds his original means devoured by interest and, next, no one left to borrow from; so must it be with government.</em>" -- abraham lincoln</li><li>"<em>when one door closes, another opens. but we often look so regretfully upon the closed door that we don't see the one that has opened for us.</em>" -- alexander graham bell</li><li>"<em>pride is spiritual cancer. it eats up the very possibility of love, or contentment, or even common sense.</em>" -- cs lewis</li><li>"<em>for attractive lips, speak words of kindness. for lovely eyes, seek out the good in people. for a slim figure, share your food with the hungry. for beautiful hair, let a child run his/her fingers through it once a day. for poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone. people, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never through out anyone. remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end of each of your arms. as you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands; one for helping yourself, and the other for helping others.</em>" -- audrey hepburn</li><li>"<em>o segredo nao e' correr atras das borboletas ... e sim cuidar do jardim para que elas venham ate voce.</em>" -- unknown</li><li>"<em>don't accept your dog's admiration as conclusive evidence that you are wonderful.</em>" -- ann landers</li><li>"<em>the measure of a man's real character is what he would do if he knew he never would be found out.</em>" -- thomas babington macaulay</li><li>"<em>in the end, people either have excuses or experiences; reasons or results; buts or brilliance. they either have what they wanted or they have a detailed list of all the rational reasons why not.</em>" -- anonymous</li></ul>christiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532380411001969241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420921699109729314.post-54007949590301628192010-11-10T16:14:00.000-08:002010-11-10T16:25:14.304-08:00the holidays have arrived<p>i discovered these last year -- don't know how i missed out on them for so long -- but they're back! <em>candy cane joe-joe's</em>. for those of you that haven't ever tried them, my heart cries for you. they're only around during the holidays, so go get some!</p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538079729505129218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjffWWR7RCbIzIHrg3HEbeP09B7sw82UThjQ1QJxPTSnN5STxXmqQ1eM4VtjzSnLtxLw5wYD0OkWgkFKyJ-ibhfbSpOHpn1GtOb-LGP94CoKOLlVb2p4Fa2AXk0V5kMZ5gJPgutsFznuUQ/s320/Candy_Cane_Joe_Joes.jpg" /></p><p>even though my chiropractor will curse me out, i purchased 3 boxes of them last night when i discovered them on the shelf at <em><a href="http://www.traderjoes.com/">trader joe's</a></em>. hey -- they don't have any hydrogenated oils. i think that makes them okay. doesn't it?</p><p>and, for the record, i haven't eaten of them yet. i'm actually a little paranoid that they're gonna run out too quickly, so i want to save them ... i think i may have a problem. a pepperminty and chocolatey problem.</p>christiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532380411001969241noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420921699109729314.post-34977910764548667032010-10-29T15:05:00.000-07:002010-10-30T18:13:18.980-07:00halloween shock<p>flynn called this morning:</p><p><blockquote>"<em>stinna, are you coming to church for the chili cook-off tonight?</em>" <p></p><p>"<em>yep -- i'm coming!</em>"</p><p>"<em>okay, and you have to wear your costume.</em>"</p><p>"<em>oh. i don't have a costume.</em>"</p><p>[short pause]</p><p><blockquote>"<em>... you don't have *<u>any</u>* costumes??</em>"</blockquote><p></p></blockquote><p></p><p>it's shocking, i know ...</p>christiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532380411001969241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420921699109729314.post-80895747697790585162010-10-23T22:13:00.001-07:002010-10-23T22:14:18.981-07:00cut off<p>i haven't been able to check my email for almost 24 hours now because they are upgrading the servers or something. i know it's saturday. but this is killing me.</p>christiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532380411001969241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420921699109729314.post-38157877541792091102010-10-23T15:49:00.000-07:002010-10-23T15:49:00.577-07:00fallin' for you - colbie caillat<p>i don't know but<br />i think i may be<br />fallin' for you<br />dropping so quickly<br />maybe i should<br />keep this to myself<br />waiting 'til i<br />know you better</p><p>i am trying<br />not to tell you<br />but i want to<br />i'm scared of what you'll say<br />so i'm hiding what i'm feeling<br />but i'm tired of<br />holding this inside my head</p><p>i've been spending all my time<br />just thinking about ya<br />i don't know where to<br />i think i'm fallin' for you<br />i've been waiting all my life<br />and now i found ya<br />i don't know where to<br />i think i'm fallin' for you<br />i'm fallin' for you</p><p>as i'm standing here<br />and you hold my hand<br />pull me towards you<br />and we start to dance<br />all around us<br />i see nobody<br />here in silence<br />it's just you and me</p><p>i'm trying<br />not to tell you<br />but i want to<br />i'm scared of what you'll say<br />so i'm hiding what i'm feeling<br />but i'm tired of<br />holding this inside my head</p><p>i've been spending all my time<br />just thinking about ya<br />i don't know where to<br />i think i'm fallin' for you<br />i've been waiting all my life<br />and now i found ya<br />i don't know where to<br />i think i'm fallin' for you<br />i'm fallin' for you</p><p>oh i just can't take it<br />my heart is racing<br />the emotions keep spinning out</p><p>i've been spending all my time<br />just thinking about ya<br />i don't know where to<br />i think i'm fallin' for you<br />i've been waiting all my life<br />and now i found ya<br />i don't know where to<br />i think i'm fallin' for you<br />i'm fallin' for you<br />i think i'm fallin' for you</p><p>i can't stop thinking about it<br />i want you all around me<br />and now i just can't hide it<br />i think i'm fallin' for you</p><p>i'm fallin' for you</p><p>ooohhh<br />oh no no<br />oooooohhh<br />oh i'm fallin' for you</p><p align="center"><object width="240" height="192"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GPCRbuL4Oh8?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GPCRbuL4Oh8?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="240" height="192.5"></embed></object></p>christiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532380411001969241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420921699109729314.post-21580328434071110202010-10-19T15:54:00.000-07:002010-10-19T21:58:37.878-07:00friend suggestions<p>i don't know how <a href="http://www.facebook.com/"><em>facebook</em> </a>arrives at suggested friendships. well, some are obvious: my sister's friends -- hey, if i know my sister, it is possible i know her friends, too. others, i just don't see the link. let's just face it, <em>facebook</em> is amazing.</p><p>well, it took almost 3 years, but <em>facebook</em> finally decided i should be friends with <a href="http://cs266byu.blogspot.com/2007/12/clouds-roll-in.html">pharmacy boy</a>. interesting. apparently <em>facebook</em> is stalking me on my trips to the pharmacy.</p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425635486150376066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzo6mFkhkpFrNEydP0zVT4Ky1uMT9W2EtTM8feyF20rq5y6Di6Fs-SD0pabx8YZiX67CM27wiE2OH1mZLkFTU7cqOsE2BVIDLNmIWZxFvASYReMXj_3wj_CUiC6uOd4rzYayY-iuxfyoY/s200/pharmacy+boy.jpg" /></p><p>umm, ignore.</p>christiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532380411001969241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420921699109729314.post-26911794824567761402010-10-08T18:42:00.000-07:002010-10-08T18:42:01.004-07:00put your records on - corinne bailey rae<p>three little birds, sat on my window.<br />and they told me i don't need to worry.<br />summer came like cinnamon<br />so sweet, little girls double-dutch on the concrete.</p><p>maybe sometimes, we've got it wrong, but it's alright<br />the more things seem to change, the more they stay the same<br />oh, don't you hesitate.</p><p>girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song<br />you go ahead, let your hair down<br />sapphire and faded jeans, i hope you get your dreams,<br />just go ahead, let your hair down.</p><p>you're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.</p><p>blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely,<br />sipping tea in the bar by the roadside,<br />(just relax, just relax)<br />don't you let those other boys fool you,<br />got to love that afro hair do.</p><p>maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it's alright<br />the more you stay the same, the more they seem to change.<br />don't you think it's strange?</p><p>girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song<br />you go ahead, let your hair down<br />sapphire and faded jeans, i hope you get your dreams,<br />just go ahead, let your hair down.</p><p>you're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.</p><p>'twas more than i could take, pity for pity's sake<br />some nights kept me awake, i thought that i was stronger<br />when you gonna realize, that you don't even have to try any longer?<br />do what you want to.</p><p>girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song<br />you go ahead, let your hair down<br />sapphire and faded jeans, i hope you get your dreams,<br />just go ahead, let your hair down.</p><p>girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song<br />you go ahead, let your hair down<br />sapphire and faded jeans, i hope you get your dreams,<br />just go ahead, let your hair down.</p><p>oh, you're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow</p><p align="center"><object width="320" height="192"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IkBXJ7sprIs?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IkBXJ7sprIs?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="192.5"></embed></object></p>christiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532380411001969241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420921699109729314.post-50076232011740739522010-10-06T09:20:00.000-07:002010-10-06T09:20:00.645-07:00mission: accomplished<p>i just realized that i have gravely forgotten to make a very special announcement. as you will note, this news is long overdue. and i apologize to all who have been negatively impacted by my gross oversight. those closest to the subject were informed immediately, but i feel the need to give public recognition for this awe-inspiring achievement.</p><blockquote><p>let it be known to all who are connected through this vast world wide interweb, that on saturday, july 22, 2010, my manager mark finally fulfilled his <a href="http://cs266byu.blogspot.com/2009/12/moving-up-ranks.html">dream</a> of becoming #3 on my <a href="http://cs266byu.blogspot.com/2009/11/google-favourites.html">google favourites</a>.</p></blockquote><p>it was at times a difficult, yea even arduous, battle that required his constant time and attention. and my patience. many long hours were spent reading accounting literature out loud, pontificating on remote accounting principles, and stretching out the smallest of insignificant small talk. with brazen disregard for phone call etiquette and cunning creativity mark persevered in finding reasons to call multiple times daily, from the wee hours of the morning to long after what should be bed time. yet, despite his travail, at times i was unsure that his focused effort would pay off.</p><p>but triumph was destined to be his.</p><p>congratulations, my friend: you have done well.</p>christiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532380411001969241noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420921699109729314.post-15052744728969312052010-10-05T13:35:00.000-07:002010-10-05T18:15:49.709-07:00a meta<p>my goal this week is to bring my lunch to work everyday. for two reasons, mostly:</p><ol><li><p>i am cheap.</p></li><li><p>i have zero self control when french fries are on the menu.</p></li></ol><p>so far, so good. </p><p>but, it's only tuesday ...</p>christiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532380411001969241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420921699109729314.post-17416517935705616972010-09-21T14:14:00.000-07:002010-10-11T20:12:58.260-07:00sunshine<p>my manager mark calls me sunshine, y'know, as in, "<em>good morning, sunshine!</em>". it's his way of reminding me that he has already battled an hour and a half of traffic and is in the office long before i even hit snooze on my alarm clock.</p><p>as a special treat, every once in a while, he will sing "<em>you are my sunshine</em>" to me. he usually loses the words somewhere in the middle of the first verse though, so today he put in the effort to <em>google</em> the full lyrics.</p><p>and because we used to sing that song about my brother when we were all kids, i knew most of the words ... until it took a sharp southward turn at louisiana. did anyone else know this song was about crawfish gumbo and jambalaya?</p><blockquote><p>you are my sunshine<br />my only sunshine.<br />you make me happy<br />when skies are grey.<br />you'll never know, dear,<br />how much i love you.<br />please don't take my sunshine away</p><p>the other nite, dear,<br />as i lay sleeping<br />i dreamed i held you in my arms.<br />when i awoke, dear,<br />i was mistaken<br />and i hung my head and cried.</p><p>you are my sunshine,<br />my only sunshine.<br />you make me happy<br />when skies are grey.<br />you'll never know, dear,<br />how much i love you.<br />please don't take my sunshine away.</p><p>i'll always love you<br />and make you happy<br />if you will only say the same<br />but if you leave me<br />to love another<br />you'll regret it all some day;</p><p>you are my sunshine,<br />my only sunshine.<br />you make me happy<br />when skies are grey.<br />you'll never know, dear,<br />how much i love you.<br />please don't take my sunshine away.</p><p>you told me once, dear<br />you really loved me<br />and no one else could come between<br />but now you've left me<br />and love another<br />you have shattered all my dreams;</p><p>you are my sunshine,<br />my only sunshine.<br />you make me happy<br />when skies are grey.<br />you'll never know, dear,<br />how much i love you.<br />please don't take my sunshine away.</p><p>louisiana my louisiana<br />the place where i was borne.<br />white fields of cotton -- green fields of clover,<br />the best fishing<br />and long tall corn;</p><p>you are my sunshine,<br />my only sunshine.<br />you make me happy<br />when skies are grey.<br />you'll never know, dear,<br />how much i love you.<br />please don't take my sunshine away.</p><p>crawfish gumbo and jambalaya<br />the biggest shrimp and sugar cane,<br />the finest oysters<br />and sweet strawberries<br />from toledo bend to new orleans;</p><p>you are my sunshine,<br />my only sunshine.<br />you make me happy<br />when skies are grey.<br />you'll never know, dear,<br />how much i love you.<br />please don't take my sunshine away.</p></blockquote>christiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532380411001969241noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420921699109729314.post-25059948038422975632010-08-31T17:01:00.001-07:002010-08-31T17:05:56.606-07:00c.r.i.m.e.a.i.d.<p>i just got this memo from our office building management. </p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511729118056276114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLya5ZajmsvvTIjg3fGi972j50xodktuzjS1SjANDFx5YwS37ItjoATkFK2p13MPSs8TGx16QCuhFw5dnXRrSj9Z2UfsW_X0k8IGsLP2V0n3oxsGayGc9DKhPaQKfnO6uVIy7KNnI-lJw/s400/crime_trend.JPG" /></p><p>of all the things to steal ... the back seat of the car?</p>christiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532380411001969241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420921699109729314.post-3415139544835714392010-08-30T10:40:00.000-07:002010-08-31T17:07:27.241-07:00magic show<p>put on a concert at <a href="http://www.sixflags.com/magicMountain/index.aspx">magic mountain</a> on saturday for church public affairs. it was really a lot of fun. really made me miss helping my dad put on concerts in salt lake ... </p><p>anyway ... the show was a lot of fun. and the line-up was ... (yes, i stole the bio's from our mc's script. but only because i am lazy.) ...</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhye0JHjoVjzLXEselp92VNVqoRS9VPVrrvdY3Oi8a4qMPUXqpG2wLGEam8CTTt_ySB564hjKEyihbK61Ntw8AmrlXA1qW5aL8LVsRlEqlibSauPO2ajbZl0NdY7XJFNbPFIBPux7b4R6w/s1600/matt_abernathy.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511634520039513298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhye0JHjoVjzLXEselp92VNVqoRS9VPVrrvdY3Oi8a4qMPUXqpG2wLGEam8CTTt_ySB564hjKEyihbK61Ntw8AmrlXA1qW5aL8LVsRlEqlibSauPO2ajbZl0NdY7XJFNbPFIBPux7b4R6w/s320/matt_abernathy.jpg" /></a></p><p><a href="http://www.myspace.com/mbabernathy"><strong>matt abernathy</strong></a> (i loved this guy -- you should check him out)</p><p>our first performer recently attended an alex boye' workshop for musicians in salt lake city, utah, where artists were privileged to learn powerful performance insights. an audition was held at the conclusion of the workshop, with the winner having the opportunity to perform here at magic mountain today. matt abernathy was chosen due to his unique earthy style and powerful raw vocal talent. </p><p>for this singer/songwriter, there's truly no greater privilege than to unleash his deeply sincere and well crafted original songs; born to reflect a deliberate celebration of life's triumphs, as well as its sometimes very difficult trials. </p><p>the musical climate in america is a far cry from his birthplace on an island in the south china sea. matt abernathy is the product of a vibrant & complex culture. "<em>hong kong will always be home to me</em>," says matt. "<em>it's hard to not miss my 20 years in the far east. there's simply no place like it anywhere</em>." abernathy is fluent and literate in two chinese dialects, mandarin and cantonese. </p><p>after moving to america, matt abernathy performed as a solo act in many venues throughout the san francisco bay area. occasionally his vocal talent brought him to sing the lead with various members of the marshall tucker and elvin bishop bands. he has also been featured on two <em>southern utah singer/songwriter association</em> special edition cd's and has performed on kutv news in utah. he is very thankful for the opportunity to be part of this magic mountain concert and grateful to all who are in attendance!</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6O8RfO3QAgF7lxbF4tvICd1lVpaKhzSaRM4KYGKN3MmOwcwio4F20MHGkEg3EH8j5va2Pht3Q4tG8QbuuHmp4KPg_DngLeVaqqGfTAnIXa1w04p0KO3gNRtvohnL6QvKPM1tCnWfJp7c/s1600/alex_boye.png"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 301px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511634531377526738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6O8RfO3QAgF7lxbF4tvICd1lVpaKhzSaRM4KYGKN3MmOwcwio4F20MHGkEg3EH8j5va2Pht3Q4tG8QbuuHmp4KPg_DngLeVaqqGfTAnIXa1w04p0KO3gNRtvohnL6QvKPM1tCnWfJp7c/s320/alex_boye.png" /></a><a href="http://www.alexboye.com/"><strong>alex boye</strong></a></p><p>alex boye' has been entertaining audiences worldwide for over 15 years. alex was born and raised in london, england,and has had hits in over 15 countries, selling over half a million cd's and has performed alongside such groups as bryan adams, george michael, simon garfunkel, mc hammer, vanilla ice, n'sync, jay-z, the backstreet boys, jordyn sparks, dancing with the stars winner derek huff, missy elliott, mary. j.blige, david archuleta, and the smashing pumpkins to name a few. </p><p>alex served a mission for the mormon church in bristol, england, and, upon suggestion of his mission president, decided to pursue music as a career.</p><p>he has performed in many notable venues across the nation including the <em>mgm grand</em> in las vegas. </p><p>in acting, alex played a walk-on role in cbs's hit sitcom, <em>how i met your mother</em>. alex has had music featured in several movie soundtracks including <em>charly</em>, <em>the dance</em>, <em>baptist at the barbecue</em>, <em>suits on the loose</em>, and <em>church ball</em>.</p><p>he loves to laugh, and says some of the highlights in his life have been giving a book of mormon to prince charles, joining the mormon tabernacle choir, and marrying his wonderful wife julie.</p><p>alex recorded two solo songs on the new tabernacle choir cd "come thou fount" which has garnered rave reviews reached #1 in the billboard classical charts. he performed the 2 songs recently on the mormon tabernacle choirs' sold out midwest tour, and at the pioneer day commemoration concert in the conference center in salt lake city even receiving a standing ovation from the mormon church's president thomas s. monson.</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSqAU_t16bi4ItaPb8EKjgZnUOLjUSwokleiFqrsGRHYoablRGuv_7dbg6LSOX7A2CGaLhJA4_mq-6HGkEcwzK1mZZistWZD36ovD2OoStuxlN-jqSgpvfKnO4Eifzpq56wtdzB6FKlB8/s1600/jericho_road.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 318px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511634545876065970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSqAU_t16bi4ItaPb8EKjgZnUOLjUSwokleiFqrsGRHYoablRGuv_7dbg6LSOX7A2CGaLhJA4_mq-6HGkEcwzK1mZZistWZD36ovD2OoStuxlN-jqSgpvfKnO4Eifzpq56wtdzB6FKlB8/s320/jericho_road.jpg" /></a><a href="http://www.jerichoroadmusic.com/"><strong>jericho road</strong></a></p><p>whether performing in a japanese concert hall, a radio station in alabama, or a halftime show in front of 65,000 football fans, <em>jericho road</em> continues doing what they do best – giving their fans great music with catchy melodies, tight harmonies, and positive lyrics. since they jumped into the music scene in 2001, abe, brett, dave and justin continue to be one of the most sought after groups in christian music, performing at universities, youth conferences, corporate shows, firesides, and sporting events all around the world. they have sung in more than 35 states and five countries. this year their schedule takes them everywhere from anaheim to orlando! they just finished recording a new cd that will be released in october! but for now, we're happy to have the guys here at magic mountain!</p>christiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532380411001969241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420921699109729314.post-62051803316801086622010-08-24T21:45:00.003-07:002010-08-24T21:45:56.272-07:00don't ask<p>i hit myself in the face with my car tonight.</p>christiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532380411001969241noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420921699109729314.post-34658479025011521032010-08-20T16:34:00.000-07:002010-10-05T19:15:55.579-07:00no problem<p>it is possible that i have been chatting / texting too much recently. one of my co-workers just said "<em>thank you</em>" to me and my reply was, "<em>np</em>". </p><p>yes, i said the letters.</p>christiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532380411001969241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420921699109729314.post-39590914372628143692010-07-30T11:29:00.000-07:002010-07-30T11:37:42.879-07:00best sandwich ever<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGoMj0dwgwN3s8zdnN_M_l376mNgW5XL9YPPg5SVYlbMOiTrASrUxx27c42XUUsGMbYRF8D83DtMX-wpe_Z3KhmIdBe7DhcS7pJJbeiKUGPSkQPP88alAvoDv_62f-PG6iblyS-FCtOfM/s1600/IMG_5567.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499768859438032082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGoMj0dwgwN3s8zdnN_M_l376mNgW5XL9YPPg5SVYlbMOiTrASrUxx27c42XUUsGMbYRF8D83DtMX-wpe_Z3KhmIdBe7DhcS7pJJbeiKUGPSkQPP88alAvoDv_62f-PG6iblyS-FCtOfM/s400/IMG_5567.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p>i know i've been too lazy lately to post anything, but ... some things are worth making the effort. and this sandwich is. </p><p>tomato, avocado, green onion, garlic powder, black pepper, basil, and cheese. eden's copyright.</p><p>i'd eat it everyday.</p><p>if she'd make it for me everyday.</p>christiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532380411001969241noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420921699109729314.post-47652733252275590942010-05-20T13:28:00.000-07:002010-05-20T13:42:47.609-07:00fruits of my labors<p>this is what i have been doing:</p><blockquote><p><a href="http://finance.yahoo.com/q?s=RLOC">RLOC</a></p></blockquote><p>and this:</p><blockquote><p><a href="http://www.sec.gov/Archives/edgar/data/1297336/000119312510124685/d424b4.htm">424(b) Prospectus</a></p></blockquote><p>at 3:30 this morning, i became a free woman.</p><p>... for the time being, anyway.</p>christiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532380411001969241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420921699109729314.post-56168090357013806482010-05-11T20:36:00.000-07:002010-05-12T12:02:03.855-07:00carpe diem<p>today:</p><ul><li><p>i got to work before 9am.</p></li><li><p>i wore <a href="http://cs266byu.blogspot.com/2009/11/martha.html">a skirt</a> *and* did my hair.</p></li><li><p>i bought a <a href="http://www.24hourfitness.com/membership/offers/specials.html?cm_mmc=CJunction-_-24HF-_-landingpage-_-general">gym membership</a> from <a href="http://www.costco.com/Browse/Product.aspx?Prodid=11499621&search=24%20hour%20fitness&Mo=2&cm_re=1_en-_-Top_Left_Nav-_-Top_search&lang=en-US&Nr=P_CatalogName:BC&Sp=S&N=5000043&whse=BC&Dx=mode+matchallpartial&Ntk=Text_Search&Dr=P_CatalogName:BC&Ne=4000000&D=24%20hour%20fitness&Ntt=24%20hour%20fitness&No=1&Ntx=mode+matchallpartial&Nty=1&topnav=&s=1">costco</a>.</p></li><li><p>i branched out and bought a <a href="http://www.starbucks.com/menu/drinks/frappuccino-blended-beverages">chocolate chip frappuccino</a> with peppermint for happy hour half-price frappuccinos week -- not as good as my regular mocha non-coffee frap.</p></li><li><p>i tried <em><a href="http://www.wonderdrug.com/">bayer</a></em> (aka "<em>the wonder drug</em>") for my back pain -- verdict: works better than <a href="http://www.tylenol.com/?utm_campaign=Tylenol%20Branded%20Franchise%20NEW&utm_source=google&utm_medium=cpc&utm_content=Branded%20General&utm_term=tylenol"><em>tylenol</em></a> (and since i'm not <a href="http://cs266byu.blogspot.com/2007/10/charitable-donation.html">donating blood</a> until saturday, i'm okay to take it).</p></li><li><p>my co-worker got called "laura webb-ensen" for not taking a lunch break.</p></li><li><p>i learned how to fed-ex at work.</p></li><li><p>i hand wrote out 42 percentage calculations on one sheet of paper.</p></li><li><p>i locked myself out of my office after everyone had already gone home, and then spent an hour and a half chilling with the security team waiting for the admin to come back and let me in, rather than pay a $300-fee to have them open the door for me.</p></li></ul><p>big day.</p>christiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532380411001969241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420921699109729314.post-31466465048969207142010-05-09T23:17:00.000-07:002010-05-10T00:18:54.178-07:00reverse thinking<p align="center"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jgFU5Ak88-k&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jgFU5Ak88-k&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></p>christiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532380411001969241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420921699109729314.post-2823284525121514052010-04-30T01:37:00.000-07:002010-05-02T01:28:40.806-07:00arb<p>for those of you that don't want to read a bra story ... stop reading. for everyone else ... i can only say that it has been a long day / week / month / year ... [sigh]</p><p>about 2 hours ago, i took a break at work to run to the restroom. as i dried my hands, i did the once over in the mirror and realized that i could read the size and fabric composition print on my bra through the back of my shirt. heh. funny i never noticed that about this shirt before.</p><p>i got back to my desk and commented to my co-worker that it's a good thing i was wearing my sweater most of the day.</p><p>when i got home a half hour ago, i changed into pajamas and realized what was wrong: my bra was inside out. </p><p>[shakes head]</p>christiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532380411001969241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420921699109729314.post-32080340816070553142010-04-28T20:56:00.000-07:002010-04-28T21:22:34.620-07:00yes<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXGBkWi7xBbYy9gl0tPfPF0HkaFYFw_foyoH0GVoxFL7sQDfcRPbTc8kyc37qzvkgBGXWBCJCxoPj26xByEMgPvNwWuw__wgPUpjwQy9lkP8Y8zkYjNU7W7glfHNMx1-e3FYzAX3A2mmc/s1600/backslash.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465403787509373234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXGBkWi7xBbYy9gl0tPfPF0HkaFYFw_foyoH0GVoxFL7sQDfcRPbTc8kyc37qzvkgBGXWBCJCxoPj26xByEMgPvNwWuw__wgPUpjwQy9lkP8Y8zkYjNU7W7glfHNMx1-e3FYzAX3A2mmc/s400/backslash.png" /></a></p>christiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532380411001969241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420921699109729314.post-42199021171441958742010-01-03T14:09:00.001-08:002010-01-18T18:36:22.593-08:00resolutions, v. 2010<p>i wasn't going to make resolutions this year. </p><p>but i found a bit of hope in a rather commonplace text received shortly after midnight, on new years day: "<em>happy 2010! make it a great year.</em>" </p><p>at first i didn't think much of it -- i'm sure i have received a similar text or email or something every year since bread was first introduced to peanut butter -- but, i read it a second time and it hit me that *<u>i</u>* can make it a great year. immediately, the cynic on my shoulder chimed in with a "<em>well, you can try ...</em>", followed by a "<em>but you can't control most things anyway.</em>" </p><p>i decided i am tired of that faithless argument. and i'd like to ride the wave of hope a little longer. </p><p>so, here we go:</p><ol><li><p><em>de-stress</em>. i intend to keep a longer-range perspective on time and other commitments. i know that because i am who i am, i need to keep my calendar full; however, i can't keep over-filling it. i will make conscious effort to more realistically fill my calendar, allowing time for the unforeseens. additionally, if i think i've mis-estimated, i'll adjust.</p></li><li><p><em>exercise</em>. as is the case every year, with busy season looming, i hesitate to set a specific goal for this, but if i don't do it now, i never will. i'd like to get out and jog or run twice a week: monday and tuesday. pronto.</p></li><li><p><em>scripture reading</em>. i've been out of this habit for far too long. i'll work my way through the <em><a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/dc/contents">Doctrine & Covenants</a></em>, one verse at a time until i can pick up more momentum.</p></li></ol><p>my stress level just increased, so i better stop. if any of y'all have suggestions, i'll take 'em. thanks!</p>christiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532380411001969241noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420921699109729314.post-84341797902833223232009-12-31T17:15:00.000-08:002010-01-03T14:07:46.768-08:00quotable 2009<p>these are quotes i have been collecting this year ... some i've seen on friends' blogs (thanks); others i've just run into. enjoy! if you have one to add, let me know.</p><ul><li><p>"<em>as an individual undertakes to live by borrowing, soon finds his original means devoured by interest and, next, no one left to borrow from; so must it be with government.</em>" -- abraham lincoln</p></li><li><p>"<em>we can aspire to anything, but we don't get it just because we want it. i would rather spend my life close to the birds than waste it wishing i had wings.</em>" -- patient, on episode of <em><a href="http://www.fox.com/house/">house</a></em></p></li><li><p>"<em>a friend is someone who knows the song in your heart, and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words.</em>" -- donna roberts</p></li><li><p>"<em>to many people, free will is a license to rebel not against what is unjust or hard in life but against what is best for them and true.</em>" -- dean koontz, in <em><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Darkest-Evening-Year-Dean-Koontz/dp/0553804820">the darkest evening of the year</a></em></p></li><li><p>"<em>going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than standing in a garage makes you a car.</em>" -- unknown</p></li><li><p>"<em>some people are like slinkies. they don't really have a purpose but it still brings a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs.</em>" -- unknown</p></li></ul>christiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532380411001969241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420921699109729314.post-14385210598933465002009-12-14T22:09:00.000-08:002009-12-26T22:14:51.582-08:00moving up the ranks<p>i told my manager mark that he was now my <a href="http://cs266byu.blogspot.com/2009/11/google-favourites.html">#4 favourite</a>, according to google. one month ago, he was #6. <br /></p><p>he is now determined to become #3.<br /></p><p>he'll have to beat out my mother for that spot.<br /></p><p>pretty sure i'd have to seriously evaluate my life if that happened. maybe quit my job.<br /></p>christiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532380411001969241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420921699109729314.post-17013070588830256292009-12-11T19:53:00.000-08:002009-12-26T22:08:30.274-08:00assault on the streets of l.a.<p>i had a meeting in l.a. about fas 157, <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span><a href="http://www.fasb.org/st/summary/stsum157.shtml"><span style="font-style: italic;">fair value measurements</span></a> (or whatever the new codification number is -- why do they have to renumber stuff??). my manager mark was the instructor, so i was particularly concerned with arriving on time.</p><p>training started at 8. i got there at 755. perfect.</p><p>after 2 hours of stimulating discussion about all things fair value, mark and i drove back up to the client's office. we drove separately.</p><p>the first half of my drive deserves no commentary herein. shortly after i passed white oak on the 101, though, things got interesting. </p><p>i had been driving in the next-to-fastest lane, singing along to the radio and enjoying a mid-morning drive. i came up behind a blue suv and because i don't like to be behind anyone, i flipped my left blinker and changed lanes. as i got settled into the fast lane, i saw a car in my rear-view mirror that looked like he had wanted to be right where i was, but he changed his mind and merged the other direction.<br /></p><p>i watched as this white car with beige hood and faded black bumper went around a couple cars, crossed in front of the blue suv, and merged into the fast lane right in front of me ... aaaand ... slammed on his brakes.</p><p>so i slammed on my brakes.</p><p>then he sped up again. dummy.</p><p>so, i accelerated again. he was still in front of me. he slammed on his brakes again.</p><p>really?</p><p>i gave him the universal shoulder-shrug, palms upturned and a mouthed "what?", to which he responded with several arm motions out his window that looked like he was telling a story about a snake and a bunny to 4-year-old. except for that last part -- that last hand gesture was not intended for a 4-year-old.</p><p>[eye roll.]</p><p>so i signaled to merge to my right. if he wants to be in front, let him. but ... he changed lanes right along with me, slamming the brakes again. so i changed lanes back. again, he was right there with me.</p><p>i fell behind a little, trying to get some space between me and the psycho. then i hit my right blinker and gunned it. he mimicked, cutting me off again. and again. at this point i was in the almost far-right lane, and he was in the lane to my left, a little ahead of me. so i let off the gas entirely, slowing to about 40 mph and got behind a big rig. he kept a close distance, to my left and one car length ahead of me.</p><p>we drove like that for a few minutes. i tried slowing even more, thinking he might get bored and leave me alone. no luck. </p><p>his driver-side window was rolled down and he started waving his phone out the window. </p><p>what?? what does that mean? </p><p>is he trying to get my number??</p><p>this is the *worst* pickup line e-v-e-r. </p><p>once again, he waved his phone out the window. i tried to look like i wasn't paying attention.</p><p>he slowed down to get right beside me. i didn't look over. in my periphery, i could see that he was trying to get my attention. i didn't give it to him.</p><p>he slowed down more and got behind me. he was on his phone now (illegal in california as of 1/1/2009). </p><p>we came up next to another big rig, i saw my chance. as soon as i was able, i quickly changed lanes in front of the 52-footer. unfortunately, mr. ugly car also snuck past him. </p><p>very annoyed at this point, i couldn't even enjoy the music coming from my radio. my exit was coming up. certainly this dude wouldn't follow me off the freeway, right?</p><p>right?</p><p>wrong. we reached the bottom of the off-ramp; i turned right. he turned right. he pulled up next to me on the shoulder of the road. he was talking at me and still on his phone. figuring he wouldn't leave me alone until he got whatever it was off his chest, i rolled down my window. </p><p>"<span style="font-style: italic;">hello? hi. i just wanted to let you know that i called the police and gave them your license plate number. you were speeding and driving recklessly,</span>" he announced. he seemed a little too pleased with himself.</p><p>i replied with a simple, "<span style="font-style: italic;">umm, thank you.</span>" what else was i supposed to say?</p><p>his retort? "<span style="font-style: italic;">you're welcome.</span>" and, as i rolled up my window, "<span style="font-style: italic;">you're welcome for a ruined day!!</span>" an inkling of exasperation in his voice.</p><p>oh, my heavens. the light turned green, so i hit the gas. he cut off a few people to get right behind me again, still on the phone.</p><p>we approached the road to my client's office. i turned right. he followed. there was no way i was going to show him where my car would be all day. so i passed the entrance to my client's parking garage, and pulled up to a red light. great. he pulled up beside me again, yelling again. </p><p>"<span style="font-style: italic;">i called the police and you are going to get a ticket for reckless driving and for speeding. you cut me off and then you were driving recklessly!</span>"</p><p>because i don't take accusations as well as i could, i replied, "<span style="font-style: italic;">i didn't see you. you were blocking me in the lane and i was trying to get away from you --</span>"</p><p>"<span style="font-style: italic;">you didn't see me because you are a woman!! and women never see men, they just run all over them!</span>" he cut me off.</p><p>oh. my. goodness. </p><p>*<u>what</u>* is this about??</p><p>the light turned green, so i put the car in first and pulled forward, he paralleled me. while leaning out the window, one hand on his phone, one on the steering wheel and neither eye on the road, he yelled at me about my reckless driving.</p><p>looking for somewhere to shake this guy, i saw another parking garage coming up on the left. with him on my right, i waited almost too long before making a sharp left into the parking garage entrance: no way this guy would pay for parking just to continue harassing me. </p><p>when i got to the gate, i quickly pulled a ticket from the machine and the mechanical arm raised. i turned to my right as i put the parking ticket in my purse, put the car in first and looked ahead to pull forward. suddenly mr. ugly car was standing right next to me, leaning into the car, his arm blocking my window from rolling up. </p><p>"<span style="font-style: italic;">i just want you to say you were wrong and that you're sorry. say that you're sorry!</span>"</p><p>i could have peed my pants right then. </p><p>i didn't.</p><p>"<span style="font-style: italic;">admit you were wrong! just admit it,</span>" he insisted.</p><p>... uhhh ... "<span style="font-style: italic;">if you think i did something wrong, then okay, i'll admit it.</span>" pretty sure i was shaking. still didn't pee my pants.</p><p>he straightened up, held out his hand for a handshake and said, "<span style="font-style: italic;">thank you.</span>" he walked back to his car.</p><p>too shaken to think clearly, i slowly eased into the parking garage. the mechanical arm of the gate lowered behind me. i didn't even see the guy pull away. </p><p>i sat in the parking garage for a few minutes, then proceeded to the exit and drove over to my client's office.</p><p>as i entered my client's office, my manager mark lifted his head and commented, "<span style="font-style: italic;">boy, you drive slowly.</span>"</p><p>uhhh ...</p>christiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532380411001969241noreply@blogger.com6