Uh oh ...

Yikes! I think I might have gotten a couple of people in trouble. After sending out the latest email attaching job listings and other opportunities to the ward, I received a few emails from people outside of my ward requesting that I find them jobs. Hello! I don't even do that for the people in my ward, so why would I do this for them?

So, I wrote back to these people and told them that, as Employment Specialists, Travis and I have been instructed by the bishopric to focus on the employment needs of the members of Monument Park 19th Ward. We are not head hunters and do not have the HR background or resources the employment centers have and that we do our best to share the resources that we are made aware of with the ward members who are un- or under-employed. I suggested that they contact their own ward's Employment Specialist for assistance or seek assistance from their local LDS employment center. Well, just to cover the bases, I cc'd my co-chair, Brother Knowlton and the persons who referred these individuals to me in the first place. I got a phone call from Brother Knowlton about an hour later. Yikes! In his own words, Brother Knowlton was "incensed" and wanted to let me know that the referrers were out of line and that he will put a stop to this immediately.

I didn't know I'd get these people into trouble. I just wanted them to know that I replied to their friends' requests and have sadly had to refer them elsewhere for help ...

Robo-cops?

A few weeks ago, I started noticing a few of our men in blue on segways around the downtown area. I've not had a chance to chit chat with them, until today.

Me: I'm guessing that the "Ride Along" program doesn't work very well with you guys.

Cop: Nope.

Me: So, what do you do when you have to arrest someone and take them to the station?

Cop: We call for a car.

Me: I bet chasing people down is a lot easier for you now, eh? Run 'em down ...

Cop: Yeah, want to try it?

My excuse ...

So when I turned 30, I told myself that if I'm not married by the time I turn 35, I would go into a sperm bank and get knocked up. I had a plan ... I will start with a house plant ... if I keep that alive for a year, I will graduate to a gold fish ... if I keep that alive for a year, I will graduate to a small pet (cat or dog, whichever doesn't cause my allergies to flare up) ... by the time I'm 35, I'll be ready for a baby.

On the eve of my 35th birthday, I'm still working on the house plant. Oh, well ...

Hard times ...

I realize that this economy is tough on a lot of people, but really? WOW! From today's Salt Lake Tribune:

OKLAHOMA CITY » A man in Oklahoma City says he was attacked for his bologna and cheese sandwich. Police say 24-year-old Roger Hamilton told them he was sitting on a bus station bench Wednesday, about to put mayonnaise on his sandwich, when another man began staring at him. Hamilton told police that the man then punched him in the mouth and grabbed his sandwich and left. Police say Hamilton has a swollen lip and his face was covered in blood. The police report listed the value of the sandwich at 76 cents. Police have not found the attacker.

A good laugh ...

Moo Shoo Pork

San Diego Getaway

While not always sunny, it was warm and better weather than in Salt Lake. The Paradise Point Resort was beautiful, but it was just a place to sleep and shower. Overall, not the relaxing getaway I wanted, but when you go to a new city you've never been to, you're bound to just run from one place to another trying to catch everything the city has to offer. We LOVED the GPS system that came with the car and now want one for home.

Places we went to, people we saw, things we did:

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  Lunch at Phil's BBQ
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  SeaWorld
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  Hotel del Coronado
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  Lunch at Miguel's
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  Swap Meet at the Sports Arena (nothing like the swap meet in Honolulu -- too much junk, not enough souveniers)
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  Wild Animal Park
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  San Diego LDS Temple and met Elder and Sister Nixon (we knew people in common)
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  Dinner at Anthony's
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  Shopping at Seaport Village and getting another bottle of Del Sol nailpolish
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  San Diego Zoo
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  Old Town
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  Lunch at Cafe Cayote

TMI? Depends ...

CW = Construction Worker
Me = Me

YIKES!!!

Me: What do you do at the construction site?

CW: I pour concrete.

Me: Tell me ... those crane operators up there? Do they have a porta-potty up in the back of those cabs?

CW: Nope.

Me: It's a long way to go down just for a potty break isn't it?

CW: Yup, but they don't take potty breaks ...

Fleetwood Mac -- Unleashed: Hits Tour 2009

I needed some wadded tissue plugging my ears and despite the uncomfotable seats that killed my back, it was GREAT concert! Definitely got our money's worth. My bottom line: GREAT friends + GREAT music = GREAT time!

The Salt Lake Tribune's article on the concert last night summed it better than I can ...

… a fevered showcase during the band's two-and-one-half-hour show … generous 23-song offering …

Nicks, 61, also looked and sounded ageless. She dressed in several different costumes that included long, billowy dresses, a top hat, and a tambourine and microphone adorned in charms and laces, and still played the part of the band's muse and fairy-rock goddess. Fleetwood and McVie looked nearly identical with matching vests and berets that covered their balding heads: Fleetwood is also 61, and McVie is 63.

Buckingham, 59, couldn't help stealing the spotlight from his older bandmates, who were backed by five musicians that included three back-up singers. It's not that he was envious, jealous or scheming. He just fed off the crowd all evening, and the large video screens hanging from the ceiling of the arena often focused in on his pickless right hand strumming and picking furiously near the scratch plate. Clad in a leather jacket and jeans, he danced joyously on the heels of his black boots all night, often standing at the slightly outstretched lip of the stage like a guitar hero.

Seven songs were from "Rumours," the band's classic 1977 album that was produced during the break-up of the McVies' marriage and Nicks and Buckingham's relationship. While the band was still able to blow kisses to one another, Buckingham was able to summon the rage and anger during the emotional "The Chain," with him seething during the lyrics, "Damn your love, damn your lies." And he changed up the fingerpicking classic "Never Going Back Again," also from "Rumours," into a slower song that barely masked the resignation and the pain.

The sound of the arena was strong, with the sole exception of McVie's bass, which sounded like muddled thunder during "The Chain," sounded better on "Rhiannon," and then became awful again during "Gold Dust Woman." Another quibble is that the concert's arrangement of songs lacked a consistent theme; for example, the show's opener, "Monday Morning," is a song about early mixed feelings about a relationship, but then the band followed that with the devastating break-up song, "The Chain." It was too sudden a change, and too early.

The band played songs from its entire, vast catalog – including Buckingham's stinging take on "Oh Well," a bluesy rave-up that predated his entrance into the band.

The nearly sold-out arena -- although the entire upper bowl was curtained off -- was told some good first-hand news by Buckingham early on. He said, "There's no new album to promote ... yet."

Fleetwood Mac
When » Wednesday, June 3
Where » EnergySolutions Arena, Salt Lake City
Bottom Line » Can't we just change the name of the band to Fleetwood Mac Buckingham?

A famous visitor at the office ...

Elder L. Tom Perry came by the office today to go to another meeting with an attorney here. He passed by my desk, so of course I had to do a quick facebook status to gloat, even though he didn't look in my direction ... it did, however, bring to mind a couple of experiences I had with Elder Perry when I lived downtown (close to his condo). He actually helped me with my groceries once ... and we used to gas our cars at the same Chevron on West Temple ... and one of his grandsons worked at our firm as a runner once upon a time. But anyway, on with my favorite stories about Elder Perry ...

Story No. 1: My friend, Pat, used to own a condo in the same building as Elder Perry. She invited me over one night for a swim in their indoor pool. When we entered, there was Elder Perry, the only other person in the room and pool swimming laps. When he saw us on sitting on the side, he mentioned that there's plenty of room in the pool for all of us. Pat and I felt self-conscious and there's just something wrong with appearing before an apostle in your bathing suit, so we told him that we just wanted to just sit and chat for a minute before getting in. He finished the lap and then got out and left. I hope he didn't think we didn't want to get in because he was there ... regardless, we considered it holy water after that.

Story No. 2: I was washing my car in the driveway of my apartment one beautiful summer day with a nozzle gadget a friend had given me. The nozzle was fancy as it controlled flow of water and you can add a detergent tablet for washing cars. Unfortunately, the nozzle probably fell off a truck and did work at all. I kept forgetting to turn off the water before taking off the nozzle, so water hose flying everywhere drenching me and half of the driveway. By the third time this happened, I was pretty ticked. I yanked the nozzle off and was about to throw it on the ground and a choice word was about to escape my lips. "Sh ... oot!" I said, as I turned and saw Elder Perry coming down the sidewalk. "Nice save, sister ... and a beautiful day for a shower."

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