Signage

So now my name's in lights above the title
(or it's not on the dotted line...)
On the back lots now, I call the shots now,
when there's a contract to sign!

Those are lyrics from "Big Time," a song I learned when I was 14 and taking voice lessons. And if having your name in lights above the title is the epitome of making it big, then I've made it!

Okay, okay. It's not in lights. And it's above the ad for the Institute Valentines Dance. But almost, baby. Almost.

Sitting Tall

You don't have to stand to stand tall!

That was the Miss Hotwheels 2011 platform from last year and I often think about it, it's quite inspiring. But now I have actual literal experience with standing "tall" while sitting - make that 6 feet tall!

I am very specific in detailing how the chairs in the room need to be set up when I speak. If there's a stage or platform, how the chairs are arranged doesn't matter as much, but if there's not, everyone needs to see me (otherwise it's definitely not as good an experience as it could be).

But a cabinet maker from Kaysville has fixed this problem!

I came to his ward to speak and he, having already known the dilemma, surprised me with a custom-built stage all for me! It comes apart in three sections and fits in my car and easily sets back up again! The best part about it is that when I'm on it, I'm about 6'3"!

This is me with a few young women after speaking at a breakout session during stake YW conference (I'm the one with the short hair). This event was very well attended because their keynote speakers were Sis Elaine Dalton and her daughter, Emmi. I did one of the breakout workshops after the keynote but I got to sit on the stand with the other workshop presenters during Sister Dalton's and Emmi's talk..

After Sister Dalton spoke, a rush of young women and their mothers started coming from the congregation. Before they got there, she turned to me and said, "You are so full of light, I have to know you."

I think I smiled for days.

Give us a break!

I broke Whit's toe. So he broke my nose. So I punched him in the face. True story.

We were watching the Jazz game and I was rubbing his feet and I guess I pushed too hard and broke his baby toe. I guess I don't know my own strength. I mean, I have been working out.

A night later, we were laughing really hard together and he came in close behind me and I swung my head toward him and broke my nose on his forehead. You can't really tell unless you feel it. But it still hurts!

I must still be miffed about it because this morning my tummy was spasming (flexing without my consent) and I flailed my arms to counter balance myself so I didn't fall off my chair and hit Whit in his face with my fist hand.

Serves him right for breaking my nose, which served me right for breaking his toes.

We now have a truce.