tip toe thru the space planning

I lost track of the amount of time I've spent on this project for space planning. Funny thing is this isn't even a 'big' project. This is just a regular one. What does she mean by 'big' exactly I wonder?

The course is living up to what I heard about it. Minimum 16 hours out of class for every project.

Not complaining, just merely informing. Where am I? What have I been up to lately? Well, with a few breaks scattered throughout for food, a bit of a social life and sleep, my weekend started at 3 pm friday and I've been in my room doing this ever since and then end is not in sight. Well, kinda. But I'm blogging instead of facing it because it seems oh so far away.

The project: Putting together a presentation with ADA required changes to a 1920's residential remodel. Meaning this home has to have the all the details to make it functional for someone with limited mobility and wheelchair accessible. Including furniture choices, flooring, window placement, elevation drawings of kitchen/bath and adjusted floor plans with new door widths and ramps, etc.

If anyone ever says "Oh you're a designer, how cute, that must be fun to just shop and stuff."... well, I'll fight the urge to react.

opening social

Monday I woke up to rain and normally that would be a really good thing. But not when we've spent a lot of time the last few months planning our IIDA opening social that would be held outside.

Lucky for us it turned out to be a perfectly beautiful, sunny fall day and the event was a success. We had a good turn out, we planned for 80 and I never took an official count but all the tables were full and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves.

The five of us have worked well together planning all kinds of fun events for the year. When I ran for the position last year I knew it'd be a good thing on a resume but I didn't anticipate how great it would be to get to know these girls.

If you didn't notice from the white outfits we had a theme to the party. Accents in White. If you want to check out another blog by yours truly check out the link on my side bar.

group date

How's this for good odds? 8 guys. And me.

I wish I could tell you I was the master mind who devised this setting as an ingenious twist to speed dating.

I did imagine how it could have played out had we been on a reality show. I could have singled them out and grilled them, weeding them out until there was just two or three of them left and from there we'd go on little mini dates or something. Grand winner and I would of course load up in a helicopter and have dinner on top of a mountain or something equally nuts...

How whacked out is my imagination? It's what I do when football highlights come on.

As far as first dates go this has to go down as the most random. It's been a long time since someone asked me out on a date and brought friends along. 7 of them no less! He doesn't know that I have a history of liking my date's friends. And before you think this guy obviously doesn't know what he's doing... I was actually surprised and I might give him a code name. Time will tell.

how many markers do you really need?

Since you asked, let me tell you. I have a serious problem with making up my mind on really dumb things.

Big decisions? I can usually make those with ease. Not always, but once my mind is made up I'm there and it's settled.

It's the little things that get me all tied up.

Like buying markers. I was told last week the time had come to buy rendering markers. Fun! I love markers. These aren't your average marker. These are The Kine of Markers.

I hop online and find that not only can I buy them at more than half price than at the local art store but I have TOO many options to chose from. Do I get the giant set of 156? Or do I just buy a few of my favorite colors and create my own set?

I've tried picking just a few favorites.... 123 later I don't know how to whittle down my choices to fit into the container that will only fit 80 that would work so great for saving space....

Shoot. I've thought about these markers long and hard and each new day I think I've come to a resolution and when I get right down to it I JUST CAN NOT MAKE UP MY MIND!

So here I am, trying to ignore the 'marker situation' but all the while my mind is still there sorting through the colors. "Limepeel and driftwood are must haves, but do I really need ballet pink and blond wood?"

And you thought we knew who had OCD in the office. Think again!

school, work and the end of internet dating

I've had a really great first week back to school. I'm excited about my classes. Two design and three must haves. It will be an intense semester since Space Planning has been said to be the hardest class of the program. We'll see. I'm not taking the threats lightly, I did have to acquire SIX textbooks for the course.

On the work front I'm still enjoying myself. I feel like it is a huge advantage to be working for a designer of Aubrey's caliber. I knew there had to be a snag somewhere and I've found it but I have yet to find the solution. I am looking for ways to get past it so I can go back to fully enjoying myself without the nagging in the back of my head that I'll never get over the feeling of being criticized every time I'm at work. "It's making me a stronger designer and person." Repeat 900 times.

I promised funny dating stories and man do I have one for you. I'll share it with you briefly but please know I'm not telling the story to be mean about this guy. I'd never be cruel.

First, who would lie about their height? I wouldn't. I love being tall. And while I've dated guys shorter than me before I prefer not to.

I met up with someone for lunch this week who told me he was 6'1. Then why is it that when we stood in line for our sandwiches at Toasters could I look down on his shoulders? True, I was wearing heels but this was still off by my calculations and previous experience because anything over 6' is good. I brought it up immediately. His response? Oh, girls are never as tall as they say they are so he didn't think it mattered. OK. So integrity isn't too high on his list of traits. Par for what I've seen this round.

We got our food {YUM!} and he couldn't eat he was so worked up. He never finished any of his thoughts so I'm did my best to put him at ease, enjoyed my lunch and entertainment until he wanted to tell me a story. He asked how much time I have before he would begin telling me he loved telling this story. Gulp. I don't think it is ever a good sign when faced with a story to have the storyteller ask for a time limit. Consult my watch. I have 20 minutes to get to the office so get going buddy. 'The long version or the Reader's Digest?' The latter please.

40 minutes later he's finally winding it down. He's lost lucidity a few times throughout his story and just stared off into space to think about who knows what. I'd take this as my cue to comment and try to change the subject but he'd get right back into his story. {His story was ironically about how he'd been knocked into a coma as a kid and about spending a week as an insane person in a hospital} I'm gnawing on my arm to stay focused and polite and wondering if he'd notice if I ducked around the corner and ran for my car when he become completely alert. 'Jenna, tell me, will there be a second date?'

I froze.

This guy is obviously troubled. I would rather be a cat lady than go out again but I say 'Sure' with so much enthusiasm I even believe it. Sheesh.

Don't worry, I don't answer my phone anymore anyway.

So there you have it. The last date to round two of dating online. Thus ends an era that will not be repeated. It was really fun the first time when I lived in St. George. I met some amazing people but this time around all I've met are {mostly} liars and crazy people.

Good riddance and goodnight!

memories

My parents are here and brought some of Ben's old albums so we could transfer the photos out of that icky old stuff to the acid free books before the pictures are completely destroyed.

I thought I'd share a few of my favorites...

Coree and me
Ben in a bucket.
Who won I wonder?
Beautiful Grandma, my big brother and me.
The folks and me. My guess is we are in the Tetons somewhere. The neighborhood kids. {I'm in the stroller.} I know there is a story to this but I don't remember how it goes. Ask my mom. I think they all liked pushing the stroller. This was pre-throw me off the back porch into a blanket and down the stairs in a sleeping bag era I suppose. Don't think Ben was a bad brother for doing these things. I begged him to do it!

I don't bleed red. How about aubergine?

Thank you for your interest in the name of my faceless adventure date a couple days ago. I've decided to keep it that way for now. I could start giving out code names again. RC22, RC23 but it poses the threat of becoming pathetic should I reach a high number like RC784 and still no luck.

Coree and I declared a Social Revolution a couple weeks back so I've been out n about doing my best to not shoot down possibilities before I give them a chance. That's the problem with high expectations.

I would love to entertain you all with my experiences. Especially since the majority of you view them from your snug vantage point from the other side of married.

I went to the Utes game last night and have to tell you that I'm still the most un-enthused football fan alive. I thought it sounded fun when my date asked me to go because I do like a stadium full of excited people as much as the next person {unless the next person is Grandpa Awesome} But we were in a box so I felt removed from the party and it was more like glorified sports on tv with free popcorn and fancy neighbors.

I amused myself by watching giant moths and the light change on the mountains.

So after giving it another go, I've decided to break up with football for good.

Football: Was it something I said?
Me: No. Although I've never understood you. 'Blue, 32...' What is that?
Football: Is there someone else?
Me: It isn't you, it's me.
Football: Can we still be friends?
Me: I just don't really see the point.
Football: Ok. Good game.