Monday, February 1, 2010

Holy Crazy Life

I remember when I heard about friends and family who were out of a job and asking them, "What do you do all day?" In my mind, I couldn't imagine anything more boring. As I've discovered the past few months, looking for a full time job IS a full time job. I've also discovered that there is NOTHING more frustrating than looking for a job. (It outweighs not having a boyfriend by a looong shot.*) Yeah, the economy sucks. Yeah, I got my degree in Art History and there are like two museums in all of Utah. But even with all those different factors that I know are out of my control, it's still rough knowing you're smart enough and qualified to get a job, and for whatever reason, you don't get it.

Elsewhere in life, and on a happier note, I've signed up for the Salt Lake City Half-Marathon! My dear friend Amber convinced me to do it with her so .... I'm going for it. I've only done one half-marathon before (Las Vegas) and I had an absolute blast. There is NO way to explain the way you feel when you cross that finish line - it's amazing! It's a sense of accomplishment unlike any other. The race is in April and I've just started training (with my hot new purple running shoes - no big deal) so I should be ready. I'm hoping to get a better time than I did in Vegas but with the elevation difference here, I'm not holding my breath.

I know all my married friends are hoping for some great dating stories and I've really been thinking hard of some good ones to post.

Here was an awkward moment.

This happened last May - like the day before Mother's Day. I was at a gas station picking up some treats with this guy I was dating (he loved treats, and I LOVED that about him) and we went to the checker to pay for our things. As the man began scanning our candy he looked at me, smiled, and said, "Happy Mother's Day". I sort of chuckled and looked at the guy I was with and then back at the checker.

"Oh, I'm ... I'm not a mother," I said.

"Yeah," he said, looking back and forth between us with real significance, "but you will be some day."

Huh. So, that for sure created an awkward moment in the car driving back to the bf's place, knowing that man thought bf was going to someday father my children. Do people not look for wedding rings any more when they make comments like that? Just wondering.

A tip of advice: avoid Provo at all costs - especially if you're on a date. Now, I KNOW I'm prejudice against Provo. I know I am. I get it. And really, it has nothing to do with the fact that I'm a Utah fan (go utes!), but everything to do with the fact that there are a lot of really, really weird people down there. I'm not joking - EVERY time I have gone down to Provo, I've met the crazies. Never the normal people. Now, I KNOW there are normal folks that go to BYU because I have several friends that are cougar alumni, and I wouldn't hang out with them if they were nuts. But I swear, I always meet the freaks.

For example - on a date or a group date, please never suggest to build a fort in an apartment. Forts are for your nieces and nephews that are aged 5 and under - or your kids. That's fine. Mom and dad can help. Great. Otherwise? Not so much.

Why is it that there is nowhere to park in Provo? Are there really THAT many people that want to be down there? Do you think the city could TRY to do something to improve that? Also, why is it that no one shovels the walks in the winter? I went to four wonderful years of snowwalk-free school at the U. They even put salt down so you wouldn't slip. That was nice.

Is it really necessary to form a human tunnel at the Malt Shop while you're listening to "Piano Man" by Billy Joel and run around like an idiot? Yes, I know you've just gotten back from your missions. I understand that some people are weird because they haven't touched a person of the opposite sex for two years, but ... REALLY? When I was on campus down there a few months ago to get something at the bookstore, did people really just walk out of some building (is it the Wilk??) singing a hymn? I'm LDS and very proud of my religion, but .... isn't that slightly extreme?? Maybe I'm wrong. But this is my blog. And so my opinion counts. :)

Anyway, that's about all the great dating stories I can think of for the moment. I'm sure I'll remember more - I've got years of them.

The Incredible Life of Liz Lloyd

The Incredible Life of Liz Lloyd