There was an earthquake in northern Utah last week, which hit a 4.9 on the good ol’ Richter scale just northeast of Randolph, UT. I have no clue where Randolph is. But I felt like stating that fact.
I didn’t feel the earthquake; I was driving home from work. Some of my coworkers who were still at work at the time said it shook the cubicle walls. I could huff and puff on those walls and blow them down so that didn’t surprise me. They took it as a sign to go home already.
Have you ever felt an earthquake?
I remember feeling one the summer of 1999. I was working as a daycare/camp counselor at the Jewish Community Center and it was naptime. I was probably resting next to either the really sweet kid who liked to read a story before taking his nap or by Max who was the difficult boy that wouldn’t behave. Regardless, I felt the quake because I was lying on the floor, but didn’t realize it was an earthquake until hearing about it on the radio later and matching up the times.
That was the same summer that we had the tornado in Salt Lake. People started talking about the last days. No wait, that wasn’t an accurate statement. Correction: people CONTINUED talking about the last days.
My Grumma told me the story of the earthquake that hit Salt Lake when she was a little girl. She said it left a crack in the wall in her home. Something she would never forget.
In junior high, I was terrified of earthquakes. I was sure the “big one” would hit us in the middle of the night when I wouldn’t be coherent enough to duck and cover under a school desk. One night, I slept under the coffee table in the basement family room. It was safe under there.
If an earthquake hit in the middle of the night now, I’m sure every piece of my upstairs neighbors’ bedroom would end up on top of me, judging by the excessively creaky floors.
BUT… I would have enough food for a few months and enough water for about a day. Maybe two days if I tap into the water in the toilet tank. Yummy.
I was waiting for some great idea to hit me and I’d have a humorous entry worthy of your precious blog-reading time. Nothing has hit me.
I tried; really, I did.
I didn’t want to talk about the BYU-Utah game because Kaakun already said enough. Or perhaps Hall threw the game on purpose so that the U could become the biggest donor to BYU’s program via a second trip to a BCS bowl…
I even tried reading old blog entries to spark an idea. And by old, we’re talking an ENTIRE year ago. That was ages and ages ago. Can you believe I’m even still blogging? Since then, though, I’ve had many changes to my eWorld. Or at least, I think there have been. Let’s make a list, how ‘bout?
Changed blog hosts, leaving behind the restricted Live Spaces for more freedom from WordPress
Ended my use of MSN Messenger following a company lockdown when an IT Support personnel (no less) clicked on a link from an outside contact and started spreading a virus to all his company contacts
Now use Communicator at work and therefore no longer know what DFunk is up to
Still have a Myspace account, but what’s the use?
Probably overuse Facebook for event invitations, sharing pictures and poking people
Blog every work day
No longer have my own webpage; isn’t a blog as fantastic as mine good enough for you?
Log online at home through my very own Comcast connection because I live all alone
Neglect my online-hosted email accounts because when I get home from work, all I care to do online is school
No longer leave comments on my friends’ blogs (even when I have plenty to say) because they’re all blocked at work
Use flickr for all of my online-photo-hosting needs
Frequent Google Reader
Stopped reading some blogs (like dooce and yourheartout) because for some reason, I got bored of them
Stopped reading other blogs (like sarahnielsen and seriouslysoblessed) because they didn’t send entire feeds via RSS (BOO)
I now post a Political Link of the Day, but does anybody ever read them? Does anybody even read this blog?
And LAST, I’ve found this AMAZING product online that I will purchase for all of the men on my Christmas giving list this year: the Uroclub. For a great image of the club in action, click HERE.
So that was a good list, right? Sure… why not. I thought maybe it would be a better list, but trying to remember what I did a year ago compared to now turned out to be way too much work. Besides, I’m at work and I already have work to do.
Over fifteen months, beginning in August, 2007, the Fed, through various novel programs known by their initials… lent more than a trillion dollars to dozens of institutions… The programs, which have received little public attention, were supposed to be temporary, but they have been greatly expanded and remain in effect.
It’s a big game this weekend, right? I mean, we’re talking HUGE. It is such a big deal that people’s salvations hang in the balance because it’s a holy war of sorts. You’re either blue or red—no purple allowed.
So an email went out to my entire company yesterday.
Subject: Rivalry Week Team Colors
In the spirit of college rivalry week, we encourage employees to wear their team colors to work on Friday and Saturday. Enjoy the excitement of the week and cheer your team to victory.
As always, please stay professional, respectful and safe at work.
I’m wearing my professional BYU shirt today. It has a collar, therefore, it is professional. But, it’s always a bit cold in the office so I have on my BYU sweatshirt, too. Just wanted to make sure that my boss (who’s wearing a big read Ute sweatshirt) doesn’t forget that her subordinate is cheering for the enemy.
I’m so glad they told us to be safe. Otherwise, we might start wrapping statues in saran wrap and guarding Y Mount. Oh… right. That’s what they do on campus at the Y because of the big, bad U students that are sure to go down to Provo and paint their “eternal family” statue all red. What would happen to all those Cougar fans if they woke up in the morning to find the Y on the mountain painted red and all of the ROTC cadets that were SUPPOSED to be guarding it, knocked unconscious? Rivalry week is a scary thing.
Really. It’s SCARY.
My eternal family is red. So what is the blue sheep of the family to do tomorrow if my Cougars lose to the best Ute team since Urban Meyer?
(When I was little, Jarv and Thane used to cheer for the Cougars, too.)