1. I need heat. Good, dry, Utah heat. Like 80+. I'm so sick of being cold. I think going to Mexico last weekend was bad for me because I remembered what it's like to be hot and see the sun! I guess Saturday was pretty warm, but it was SO windy. I went to the driving range with Erik, Deb and Paul. It's safe to say that golfing is probably not my sport. I blame the wind...and also the fact that I suck. It was fun though. Those 3 have quickly become some of my favorite people.
2. Saturday night I went with Paul to a dialog between Bob Millet and Greg Johnson. I've mentioned them before. They wrote a book together called Bridging The Divide. It's an awesome book. Buy it and read it. I've had the chance to get to know both of these men better over the past couple months and I have a lot of respect for both of them and for what they do. One of these days I'm gonna blog about what they do a little more in depth...but not today.
3. I bought a Magic Bullet (it's a blender Kristin). I'm way excited. Sephra had one and when we lived together I used it about everyday. They are so rad! I think I'm gonna have a smoothie night.
4. My Steve. I heart him. We hung out last night and we were talking and realized that we've only been friends for about 10 months. Crazy! Around the time I met him I also met a ton of other Steves. Hugging Steve, Steve Key West, Internet Steve, Steve's Steve, Chimney sweep Steve. My old roommates and I give everyone nick names to keep 'em straight. And Steve Page is 'My Steve.' He's the one I mentioned here in number 61, and here in number 7. He's the best of all the Steve's. And yes, he's leaving me. I think it hasn't really hit me yet that he's actually moving. The only good thing is that now I get to visit Puerto Rico. He took me out for Sushi a couple days ago. First time for me. I guess I'm convinced that it's a mental thing cuz it tasted good but the thought of it is a little hard to swallow. (pun)
Anyway, Steve is one of those people that can always put a smile on my face. We'll be friends forever. Everyone needs a My Steve. But not mine. Get your own.