"Big City Girl" :)

Yes, the rumors are true. I am done with school for at least a year. Its weird that it is over; I don't even know what to do with myself!! The lack of "blog posts" confirm my 100-mile an hour life this past month. Within an hour after I "walked" for graduation, I moved straight down to The SLC. The move itself was interesting, consisting of a brother and father who do not deal well with "big city" neighbors of mine (like cross-dressers). I don't have a problem with these types, but my small town, Cache Valley family members (especially the males) might be scared of them. Thats all I have to say about the move into my apartment.

The chain of events after the move involved lots of running around and studying for the Escrow test. Licensing is required for me to do my new job, so I was a little stressed about passing this test. So basically I jumped from finals into studying once more.... Story of my life

In between the studying, was the downtown Walmart experience. Nobody warned me about this wretched place; I learned the hard way. Walmart is bad enough, but the 1300 South Walmart that I experienced is unheard of. I wouldn't be suprised if customers found cockroaches and maggots, drugs, and/or needles in their Cheerios from this location. Additionally, a new human species (that has yet to be discovered) lurks in this premises. There will be a whole blog to come about this experience. This experience confirms my distaste and somewhat hate of Walmart. (Sorry for the negativity and to all those Walmart die-hards/lovers)

Many interesting experiences have happened at my new job, here is one of many. One day my co-worker, Zac, and I were driving to a lunch appointment. I was in the middle of telling him an awesome story, when he abruptly interrupted and said, "What is that?!!!" I expected to see some sort of interesting car, a homeless person, a 3 legged dog (etcetera) but instead I saw this. Here we have a real kayaker wondering the city. This man consists of an age of over 70, white shaggy hair and beard, florescent sun glasses, rocking long legs with Chacos, booty (skin colored) shorts, and lets not forget the dragging of his kayak and paddle. Where, might you ask, is he going?? We sure didn't know. As you can see in the background, this is the CITY, not the mountains. Does he kayak down the streets?....... Maybe. But why is he dragging the gear around the town? Does he not have a car? If he is homeless, why is he spending money on kayaking gear, instead of food? Where are his clothes? Why does he sport a heavy knit sweater with the shorts? Does his wife, children, and grandchildren know he does this? Do they know about the transparent shorts? The list of questions go on and on. Fortunately I got a pic, given that most of my stories sound unbelievable. One day I WILL get these questions answered.

The many other stories I have are TO BE CONTINUED..............