Hair Chameleon

I was born with pitch black hair. Growing up I had blond blond hair. And when it stopped being AS blond, I helped it along a little, chemically.

But brown came so easy. I love my hair dark. It brings out the color in my cheeks and eyes, matches my eyebrows, and looks natural. The worst part is, that my "au naturale" color doesn't agree. Within weeks of spending a fortune to get my hair a rich chestnut brown, my roots have grown out. People notice too. I have gotten people staring at my roots asking whether my hair doesn't have any pigment at all or if it is just prematurely gray. Compared to my dark hair, the roots look odd to say the least.

Hence my hair dilemma. I hate my natural hair color, it does nothing for me. But at the same time, roots look so awful. I can't afford to keep the coloring up. Who can? And here I am, wanting to try yet another color, trying to achieve the care-free color.

Confession #1: I adore Mandy Moore (and Hilary Duff, but that's another story).
Confession #2: I am considering coloring my hair red after seeing a picture of Mandy Moore. Embarrassing, I know. So, should I do it?

2007 Graduate!

As a little girl, I always dreamed about going to my first school dance, driving and the independence that came along with a car, going on my first date, graduating from high school, going to BYU, getting married, and eventually going to law school. Never in my childhood did I find myself daydreaming about graduating from college. It was a given, a step-stone to law school. I had rarely given it a thought.

Perhaps this is why my convocation was so much fun, no anticipated events or outcomes.

The first thing that I was sure would ruin my day was the fact that my convocation started at 8 IN THE MORNING! And I still hadn't picked up my cap and gown. This meant that we had to be up at 6am, a full hour before I normally wake up. But surprisingly, I was fine. No one else seemed to grumpy either. I had a very supportive group of family come to see my convocation which was really great. Kyle was there, of course, along with my mom, Rose Ann (Kyle's mom), Kyle's sisters Sheri and Karryn and my niece Tiffani.

We got many photo ops, as expected, because it's really all about the pictures anyways. I was able to talk with some of my old bosses and co-workers at the Daily Universe. I don't think I will have ever such a fun, casual, well-paying job as that! I returned about $500 worth of textbooks and got $215 back. Not too bad, I suppose, but very discouraging when I paid $150 for a textbook and they pay me back $35. Better in my pocket than on my shelf, however. My family was very generous and I was able to purchase a beautiful diploma frame and a BYU jacket which I have always always wanted. It was a fantastic day!

The one thing I do wish had happened is that I graduated with some friends. Because I took my major classes before my general education classes, most of my friends from my major graduated a year before I did because I still had my generals and the adventure of Washington DC before that walk across the stage.

So now I am done. College is over and I have to be a grown up now and manage a career. So far, I love my job, but I've never stayed in a job longer than a year and a half.

But be sure, law school is still in the future...someday!

HPV Campaign

One of my latest projects at work was the HPV vaccine campaign for the Utah Department of Health. I loved working on this job and I am really proud of the result. This will run from August 6th, 2007 through the end of December, 2007 along with a radio campaign, posters, and brochures. Go to the website we developed for more information or watch the commercials below!


This first one talks about doing a 5K or a 12K. This is a nod to the races that are organized to raise money to fight cancer or help another cause. This 5K is a little different, telling the audience that if they are willing to do a 5K in a race, why not do the one to your doctor's office?


The second one touches on all the different things that people wear to show their support for something, bracelets, pins, t-shirts. These girls wear a symbol of their support, a band-aid which shows that they actually got the vaccine. They took action.

Dreams...

Recently, I just finished a book entitled, "The Other Boleyn" by Philippa Gregory. There is a movie coming out in December and I always must read the book before I see the movie. That and I have been totally enamored by Elizabeth I (Good Queen Bess) since I was a little girl and this is a piece of her pre-history.

It told the story of Mary Boleyn, the sister of Henry VIII's bride Anne Boleyn. She was married at 12 by arrangement then became the king's mistress to further her family's interests, even she was already married. While pregnant with the king's child, her sister, Anne, takes her place as that king's favorite and Mary must fall into Anne's shadows in order to preserve her family's stature. Anne rose to displace the Queen Katherine and become a queen herself when she married the King, only to fall out of the King's favor after proving her inability to produce an heir. She, her brother, and many of her friends were subsequently beheaded. It was all a pathetic existence. What seemed to be so glamorous was actually the most lonely, the most miserable, and the most unstable of lives.

I had a parallel dream last night. I was Mary, married young, but pushed to be involved with a powerful man to further the group. I refused to be involved, continued to wear my wedding rings and avoided all contact. They told me that my husband was gone and I would never see him again. I was now the favorite of the man and had to move on and move up, for the betterment of the group. I was given wardrobes full of the most beautiful clothing and was taken on the most extravagant trips. But I was miserable. I felt lonely and neglected and couldn't wait to get out of there. As much as I tried to make the "best" of the situation, I hated myself for being there. I felt hugely relieved to wake up in our hot little apartment with my husband next to me.

All of the fairy-tale, glamor, and romance was nothing without the people I loved to share it with me......a corny lesson, I know, but it came to me in a dream.

Keeping in touch

I am so awful at keeping in touch with my friends. I develop these great friendships, have a great time, and then never talk to any of them again. I know that this is a weakness of mine and I do not anticipate it changing anytime soon. Therefore, as I do not wish to throw my well-cultivated friendships away, I make small attempts to keep in touch en masse.

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