Top Ten Posts from 2010

Morning, fellow bloggers. I thought I'd copy a few blogs and list some of my favorite memories from 2010. It was a good year, wasn't it?

Going just from memory, I'd say one of my favorite posts was about the trip I took to Texas in August to visit my bestest friend, Elke, and to welcome the birth of her second child. That was such a ...What?

You say I didn't blog about that? Of course I did. I mean, Elke and I have known each other for years! Despite being states apart, we are still the best of friends. That week was one of the highlights of our friendship. Surely I blogged about it; let me check my archives, back in a minute.

...

So it seems I did NOT blog about that. Wow. I can't believe I didn't share that experience with you. That's a bit of a surprise to me.

Well, I'll continue to a different favorite memory from last year. Remember when my car, you know the one with electric tape over the 'fix engine' light, just died? And how I got that new car that was a stick shift? Except I didn't know how to drive stick shift? And remember when two friends went with me to help me learn how to drive and I yelled at them, middle names and all? Oh, man, that was intense; well, funny, now that it's over.

(leans in closer) What did you say? I didn't blog about that, either? Really?! I don't believe this. I could have sworn I did...

Alright, moving on. I know I blogged about that crazy Mud Run I did in September. Remember?! It's the race with just a bunch of mud? I had to have blogged about that. Maybe a picture will help jog your memory. We looked like this at the end, remember now?

No?! 

Okay, this is ridiculous. Tell me, do you remember the post about the snake on my front porch? My new glasses? My assistantship with the University of Georgia? My trip to Walt Disney World that coincided with the Stars Wars Convention held there? Johnny Cherie, my baby sister, graduating from High School (gulp)? Me shooting guns?

You don't remember any of those? I don't understand. I used to blog all the time. Surely, surely I blogged about one of those.

What's that you say? I haven't blogged since APRIL?! That's just absurd. That can't be the case.

...Oh, well, this is embarrassing. Turns out you were right. My account shows I only blogged three times this past year. Well, um, goodness. Looks like I'm behind on some blogging. 

I'll make you a deal: If you promise not to mention the fact that I'm a blog slacker to anyone, I'll at least double my posts from last year. Heh.

Happy New Year!

Who's on First

Although I just got back from my 10 year high school reunion, the stories will have to wait. I'm not the only one 10 years older... I still use my camera from 1997 as well. Translation: I have to wait for film to be developed before I blog certain events and corresponding photos. I'm a bit, uh, slow in the technology department.

*ahem.

I started the adventure in Atlanta. I would fly to Charlotte, NC for a layover and end up in Dallas, TX. Mama Mia dropped me off at the terminal and I proceeded to the airline counter. I managed to check in using the do-it-yourself kiosk and joined two other men as we waited for our baggage labels. The attendant pulled a strip from the computer, looked at the last name, then addressed the three of us.

"Schultz?"
Both men raised their hands, paused, and looked at each other.
"Your last name is Schultz, too?
"Yeah. Ha...what are the chances?"

The attendant, realizing he couldn't use the last name only, called the destination.

"Charlotte?"
All three of us raised our hands, then looked at each other confused.

"I'm Schultz."
"I'm Schultz going to Charlotte."
"I'm Charlotte."

I'm no Statistics Major but I figure the chances of 3 people - two with the same last name and one with the name of the destination of the others - standing together at the same ticket counter waiting for luggage stickers is pretty rare. Rare is good. Rare is like an antique...reminds me of a camera I own.

Goooooooo Cougars!

Today the Parental Units, Little Boy Blue, and I leave for Utah. TheDeanInc is getting his Bachelor in Sociology from Brigham Young University and we decided to celebrate with him. Events like this lead me down memory lane to my graduation back in 2002. I'm a BYU Alumna and saying that always brings a smile to my face.

My college adventure started in 1997. I actually went full-time for five years. Not that I had a hard major really but that I changed so many times I was constantly starting over. I first started out with Elementary Education. It was my dream growing up to be a 1st grade teacher with my bestest friend Elke. We were going to be at the same school, in the same hall, wear those tacky school house vests, walk the halls after school for exercise, and grow old together. However, the summer after my freshman year I worked at a day care and realized I might not have the patience required for that profession.

Sophomore year I did a 180 and switched my major to Speech Pathology. I struggled with this major. In the end, I realized the letter C is nice at the beginning of my name but not on a transcript. I switched again.

I jumped head-on into Social Work. The study of helping people. I like helping and I like people. Perfect combination. So I went to work. I wanted to focus on adoptions. Do you realize how much red tape surrounds adoptions? Actually, around just helping people? LOTS. It was such a frustrating major. Even though I had the knowledge and resources, I couldn't actually help the person due to this rule or that rule. So, my fourth year, or my "first senior year" as I called it, I switched again.

Recreation Management was my new direction. And I loved every minute of it. Aside from the standard research papers, book assignments, and professor interviews, my homework consisted of camping, hiking, biking, water rafting, and dutch oven cooking. Can't complain about that!

I graduated August 2002. I had worked all summer at a day camp called Canyon Crest. The camp deserves it's own post so more on that later. The whole fam-damily came out for the commencement. As my name was called, Shelly-Belly belted, "It's about time!" from the audience. Meanwhile I was running across the stage with my arms in the air yelling, "I did it!" When I got to the other side of the stage, the department head handed me my diploma. A simple handshake is typical but I was so ecstatic I gave one of the biggest bear hugs in me.

August 16, 2002 really was one of the happiest days of my life! Just look at that smile. Any fun graduation memories?