And to think...

Yesterday I intended to write a blog about how many really great things have happened to me in the last two weeks. I probably would have said something in there about how life really couldn't get any better right now. I didn't think it could. But it just did.

Member this?

Really though. Two weeks. Out. Of. This. World. First there was my excitement over a new 10-key adding machine. I tried to fight the idea that I'm a nerdy accountant but instead I've decided to embrace it. Why try to be something I'm not?


I had a coffee date with an old pal. It gave me peace, confidence, freedom, and joy. I'd been looking everywhere for those things. Thanks.

I got to ride my bike on the Ogden River Parkway with some real good friends. WEST!
Then there was hanging out with Janet. Man, was that ever a great time. She's a gem. It's nice when people like you enough that they'll still hang out with you even when they're not getting paid to do so. Really. Thanks Janet. If life goes my way we'll do it again sometime.

Oh man, then there was Saturday. This is one for the books. Seriously. I don't even think you'll get it. You might. It's hard to say. So there I was, at Snowbasin, closing weekend. There was a rail jam, an all-girl rail jam. No way! Not even a chance. I've never ridden a single feature with a gap approach before (maybe this is why) and this day was not going to be the day that I did. Or was it? Yes, it was. I entered the competition. Scared out of my brain. I hiked the course to practice lots of times. Eventually I did get pretty good at it, although my goal for next year is to not stick my butt out so far when I ride a box. There was excitement. Joy. Cheering. Girraficorns. Nose presses. 50/50's. Pictures. Prizes. Sun. But mostly there was fun. And that's why I did it. Oh yeah, bee tee dub...I got first place. No big deal. STOKED!

On Monday, the least favorite of all the days, the Primary President brought me a plant.

She's great. And she has a name, it's Becca. Sometimes her Mormon shows, like when she brings you a plant. Maybe that's why I like her so much. She has a kid who wants to stuff giant noodle shells with cheese...naturally I thought of her when I was at the grocery store the other day.

Is your mind about to blow with all of this blissful goodness? I figured. There's more so hold onto your hats.

I had lunch with Michelle King. Remember her? She's a genuinely good human being. I was pretty sure of it before. After our conversations over lettuce and lentils I am certain of it. Sure, she's a normal human. I always knew that too. But she cares. She cares in actuality, not the pretend kind of care because she learned on Sunday that she should. The real kind. That's cool. And that's why I answered her pointed questions honestly. Because she cared. And she didn't judge me. That's cool too. Thanks Michelle.

And then there's Friday. Shortly before I left work for the day I got an email. Attached to the email was a voice mail sound file. A voice mail from Bob. He's one of my customers. He called simply to tell my boss that I did great. That I am professional. That I am knowledgeable. That he enjoyed working with me. Essentially, he called to say, "Good job, Brooke." And I thank him. Sometimes people just don't know the impact they have on a life. Thanks Bob.

And then there's today. It's still to soon to say. But I know one thing. I'm happy. Giddy. I was jumping out of my skin earlier. Oh man. Once I heard I started working at supersonic speeds. I think I did at least a week's worth of work in two hours. Wow. It still doesn't seem real. I still wonder if I'm being punked. Maybe. Maybe not. Time will tell.