Updating again!



I have been meaning to update this for awhile, but I have been so busy in my work and personal life I just haven’t had time. I suppose being so busy is a good thing though…it keeps me out of trouble…sort of.



So last week I went to Florida for work. It’s always nice to go to Florida, except when there is a tropical depression developing in the Gulf…like there was last week. It rained the whole trip and they had hurricane crazies flying into the Gulf to see if it would become a hurricane…which thankfully, it didn’t. Other than that I learned a lot and it was good to get out of the office and out of the state of Utah. Friday after I got home I went straight to the golf course and played golf with the boys. I am apparently one of the bros now as I have been told several times by the brother I never wanted to have. Anyways, they treat me like one of the guys and it’s fun to go golfing with them. So I get to the golf course and I am preparing to walk into the club house and I feel automatically uncomfortable. There are 6 guys sitting outside talking and they all stop and look at me when I walk up. So I walk into the club house and this older guy working the counter looks at me and says, “You can’t golf in that!” I looked at him in disbelief and I said, “Really?” I really did believe him for almost a second. I was wearing khaki pants and a sleeveless Ralph Lauren polo shirt. I was figuring the sleeveless was too risqué and that’s why I wasn’t allowed to wear it. And he said, “Yeah you can’t golf in that…you’re dressed too nice.” So I roll my eyes and tell him that I just want to check in and get on with my game. So I meet up with the crew and we get to the 1st hole. There were 2 couples in front of us that were getting ready to tee off. Erik asked them if they were teeing off on the 10th hole and if they were ready to start or if they were waiting for someone. He said it very politely and meant no disrespect. Just if you aren’t going to tee off, get your butts out of the way so we can. The guy turns around and says, “Yeah we’re teeing off unless you want to pay us $500 to let you go first.” Erik laughs and says, “No, that’s ok.” The guy then says, “Come on, that’s only $125 per person...well actually it should be $150 for the little lady and then it would make it $115 for you guys.” I looked totally appalled and looked the guy straight in the eye and said, “This is why I f*$king hate this state.” He pretended not to hear or maybe didn’t hear and then proceeded to tee off. Meanwhile Justin came up and asked what was said. I said, “I am so sick of this state and all of these male chauvinists up in here.” (Probably much louder than I should have.) The couple played on ahead but I was constantly on the look out for when I could “accidentally” slice a ball and hit the guy in the head. And just what was the wife doing when her husband was acting like a jackass? She was just sitting in the passenger side of the golf cart with a ridiculous Stepford wife smile on her face. I wouldn’t be heartbroken if we never golfed at that course again.



Two weeks ago a coworker sends me an article about how guys want cute not smart girls. This then provoked a whole big thing about how I need to get another cat, a fuzzy bathrobe and slippers and some hot rollers and call it good because I would never get married. I’m not even kidding you it was like an episode of 30 Rock where everyone picks on Tina Fey for being single…same thing. So while this big discussion is going on a guy walks by my cube and says, “Yeah Shannon, you need to dumb it down.” What the heck? Was it pick on me day or something? I realize I am an old maid in this state. I realize I may never have a date again…but jeez is it really necessary to rub it in? Of course this was the conversation where I learned that I was one of the bros and the reason I was one of the bros was because I was intimidating. So not only am I a brother, but I’m intimidating. Fantastic. This is just awesome for my social life. Moving on.



This past weekend we had a block party at a friend’s house. The block party would have been awesome had it been in any other state…but in this state…it was basically all my friends and a few neighbors. Still a good time though. They made Jungle Juice…which I think of as Tuba Punch, and we played Jungle Juice pong. This was the first time that I had participated in any such drinking games since my senior year of college and it made me a bit nostalgic…although the house was nicer than the ones in college and I got to come home to an empty apartment at the end of the night.



Speaking of nostalgia I saw the SU football team beat Louisville. I was surprised that every sports network out here wasn’t covering BYU that day (because clearly that is the only school to care about if you live in Utah) but for some reason the altitude sports network was carrying a Big East game (I know Big East and altitude don’t go together). So SU beat a ranked team for the first time in 3 years…still does not want to make me buy a ticket for the homecoming game though. So homecoming weekend when everyone else is in the dome…I will probably be chilling somewhere else with some good food.



Other than that things are rolling along, and there is snow on the mountains…almost time for me to learn how to ski (yikes!).



That is all.