It's All Relative

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Well I am back from Phoenix after a very motivating, very long few days. The workshops I attended were for the most part very good. However, I felt like I was back in school, having to sit for hours listening to lecture after lecture, scrambling to take notes or in some cases, stay awake. The weather was beautiful, perfect actually, 75 or 80. I had the chance to meet a lot of nice people, especially ones in my section (intermountain). Out section met up for dinner one night at a very trendy Scottsdale restaurant called The Old Torilla Factory. Lots of spicy southwest style goodness. Our section director is a cool guy so he ordered tons of appetizers for us and told us to get anything we wanted. I ordered a red chile pork chop that came with this spicy raspberry sauce. I know, you totally care.

By the end of the trip, I was rather exhausted from spending so much time with my coworkers. Travelling with people you work with is much like travelling with your family, except when you get annoyed with your coworkers, you can't yell at them. And trust me, I got annoyed. But overall, good trip.

I really, REALLY want a cat. I have been looking in the Trib and on Craigslist everyday searching for kittens being given away. I thought about calling one ad tonight, but before I did, I remembered that I would be going home next week and would want to bring it with me. So that's about the time I called Delta and asked them about their pet policy. Here's the deal: you can carry on a small pet (cat, small dog, ferret, etc.) for a $50 one-way price, but you have to make a reservation for your pet before you leave because Delta only allows 2 pets as carry-on per flight. And your pet counts as your carry-on item. It's all quite ridiculous to me. I mean really, $50 to put your cat under the seat in front of you? Please. I swear when my brother Christian would travel with his cat Saki, he didn't have to pay a dime. He just liquored her up with Benedryl, sent her through security and was on his way. I should ask him.

Right now the Jazz are killing the Clippers. The Jazz are good this year. 7-1. Everyone is trying to turn me into some fan. Ok listen, it's not going to happen. It's just not.

My fantasy team is struggling right now. I was in third place like 4 days ago, now I am almost last, only ahead of Ryan and Juice, who are on top of Mt. Kilimanjaro right now, with no access to a computer. Figures. Everyone on my team is hurt though. It's pretty beat.

Deal or No Deal is on again. Have I expressed how much I loathe this show? These people are WAY too overdramatic and it's painfully annoying. I can't help but scream at the tv, "YOU ARE SO STUPID!!!!" They really are.

Last night I had a dream that I went to a high school basketball game and Barack Obama was the coach of one of the teams. I was freaking out in my dream because I needed to run home and get my camera. But I didn't want to leave the game because hello, Barack Obama was there, so I never got my camera and didn't get to take a picture. I am convinced this is a sign that he will be our next President and now I totally believe in that whole "personal revelation" thing.

This blog has gone nowhere fast. I'm out.