Friday, June 12, 2009

Summer Snow?

How is it that we have snow in June? Is this global warming? Is it 'end of days' weather?

Better yet, since when did the sunrise kick in at 5:00 AM?! I need to invest in blinds or tin foil or something. Next thing you know, I will head into work just because I can't sleep, travesty of the 10th degree. It's the end of the world as [I] know it...

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Silver Linings

Just in time for half-time of the Lakers/Magic game #4. It's a sign that the Orlando Magic can pull this one off.

Or...

Those Shriners are really leprechauns and they hide the gold at their hospital.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Diary of a Housesitter

Once upon a time there was a boy named Matt. His entire life he had never been referred to as Goldilocks, never been a princess with a sleep disorder, and never had hair long enough to allow free climbing up a tower. What does this have to do with anything you might ask? Well, this summer has given him the chance to housesit for a professor and this opportunity has provided a chance to sleep in multiple beds to find one that is just right; choices from a single mattress to pillowtop; craftmatic adjustable to sleep number; and to top it off, a bedroom view that is from up on high.

The fact that he can see his office from the dining table is a pro (and a con) but being able to see the wicked storms roll in from the east is just like back home in San Diego. Maybe now he can sleep through the night without the homeless people hanging out at the One World Cafe dumpster diving for Olympic gold.

We shall see which bed is just right in due time but for now he should let down his hair (Rapunzel style) and let people come on up to the tower (at least for dinner and the hot tub).

Next Diary of a Housesitter: Cooking it up gourmet style

It's about time

After almost 2 years of Google map directions on my iPhone it looks like my new 3Gs will save me from having to buy a real TomTom. Hallelujah! Now if the app and mount cost as much as a dashmount GPS I might have to fall back to the trusty native map app. Fingers are crossed, the mighty dollar will determine.

My fingers are really crossed that the new phone will be delivered before I head to NYC later this month. (does crossing your toes too help at all in situations like this?)

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Uphill Battle

The worst part about having a wall of windows in your office is that you can see the great weather you are missing out on. Instead of sitting in my office debating about all of the things I could be doing outside I decided to take a stand, I declared Wednesday a half-day. [shocking]

I checked a few webcams at the mountain resorts, checked the weather forecast, sent out a text to a trusty friend, checked in on a few projects, and coworkers, and then I closed the laptop, shut my office door behind me and didn’t look back. I hadn't planned on it but I used this hike as an opportunity to break-in my new hiking/canyoneering shoes (bought for my trip to the Narrows this month). They were a little big out of the box but I had to put them to the test sometime, right? They were spot-on. Perfect shoes & well worth the money.

I love to hike Bald Mountain at Deer Valley in the early spring and late fall so it was a natural pick for this leisurely Wednesday trek. Jesse and I drove up to the Silver Lake Lodge and started a “quick hike” that would allows us enough time to get back down the valley for our separate meetings that started at 6:00 PM. Our intentions of a quick hike were modified due to one of us having a leg day at the gym the day before and the need to just have a relaxing time in the mountains. Jesse had his camera and needed some time to get inspired; he is not one to take the same picture that he knows everyone else has taken. [He’s quite talented behind his new Canon camera]

On a quick side note, one thing I like about Jesse is that he is an avid reader of blogs and always has the best talking points. He shares some great stuff through Google Reader and I know whatever it is it won’t be a waste of time. I can only relate it to being the exact opposite of those people that insist on emailing FWD’s that involve a quiz, a chain letter, a mystic story, or some extremist message (you know the type). If it’s not interesting it’s not going to complete his sentence of “So, there’s this blog I’ve been following and they were saying…” Case in point, after not taking too many pictures he shared a quote from a photography blog about how “no matter where you are, there are 10 great pictures within 10 meters.” Truer words.

Any way, by the time we made it to the top of Bald Mountain there was no way that we were making it back to the car, let alone Salt Lake City, before 6:00 PM. We had fun taking pictures and talking about the upcoming trip to the Narrows. I don’t think my 2-megapixel iPhone really compared to his digital SLR but I still put forth a valiant effort.

The weather allowed for us to be conveniently lazy in our descent, not too cold and just enough of a breeze to remind us a storm was rolling in. In typical fashion we were starving and ready for some good food. With our combined short-term memory loss of what is good to eat in PC we ended up pitting a Blackberry and an iPhone against each other for a final destination (also the name of a movie we couldn’t remember).

After scarfing a bucket of chips and two dishes of salsa we were quickly stuffed by our main dishes. Needless to say, we were happily pregnant with food babies. With the late return to the city we both missed our 6:00 meetings, I missed an 8:00 softball game (sorry guys) and opted to go see Observe & Report (the mall cop movie with Seth Rogen). Sadly, the movie was barely worth the $1.25 but we still found moments worth laughing at. If anything, I have an appreciation for the daily routine of a mall cop. I will gladly take a frustrated afternoon locked up in my office, looking out the window, instead of patrolling the Valley Fair Mall as a rent-a-cop. Then again, I will gladly take a half-day the next time the weather is nice and I can manage a few hours on away from my desk.

True story.