Thursday, September 4, 2008


79. The Elephant Man is the scariest movie I've ever seen. It beats out Freddie, Jason, or any vampire movie ever created. I've seen them all, and Elephant Man still trumps them. I couldn't sleep for weeks after watching that.
78. My friends and I once stayed in the same hotel as Depeche Mode when we were seniors in high school. We went to the concert, then walked across the street to our hotel. In our pajamas, we went down to the lobby to see if we could get a peak. Sure enough, there was David Gahan sitting in the lobby, sipping a Guiness or whatever it is that English, alternative band members drink. I thought of going over to him and asking if I could interview him for my school newspaper, but I couldn't think of anything to ask him. Suddenly I was Chris Farley: "Remember that song Enjoy the Silence? Remember that? Is it true? Awesome."
77. My friends and I took first place in district drama our senior year in high school for comedy ensemble. At state during our piece, my friend Keri tripped and grabbed Jaime's dress and tore it open. Jaime was wearing red, white, and blue underwear. They did a pretty good job of keeping it together, but we didn't make it onto the finals. Our piece was from Mame.
76. I was the editor-in-chief of my high school newspaper for two years. We had a side column we called "What's Up!" that provided a quick glance of all the activities going on for the month. Occasionally, we'd change the title of this column to "Wie Geht's!" or "Que Pasa." One time, thinking I was so funny, we changed it to "Cowboys Suck" but then changed the lettering to symbols. Within a half hour of the paper being distributed, we had the vice principal in the classroom lecturing us. He'd broken our code. We got a lecture on why rodeo was such a great club. I feel bad about it now. Not all cowboys suck. Just the ones who would pick on my younger brother B.J.
75. My high school put on Grease my sophomore year. I landed the part of the principal--her name escapes me. The play almost didn't go on, because parents complained to the school board concerning the content. We were allowed to edit the play somewhat. We took out some bad words, but I think Rizzo still had a "false alarm."
74. I quit track my sophomore year in high school, but I rejoined it my senior year for three reasons: 1) So I could say I finished a full season of track , (2) so I could get to know my younger brother B.J. better, and (3) so I would look good in my prom dress. I ran the mile. My fastest time was 6:28. B.J. and his friends invented a game called "Tricky Trap." One of them would kneel behind you while the other one gave you a little nudge. You would step back and the guy kneeling behind you would cause you to fall over. They tried it on me once, and I was not a good sport about it. I think I chased the neighbor boy Lynn down and began wailing on him. Sorry 'bout that.
73. I went to prom twice. My junior year, I wore my sister Amy's old pink prom dress and went with Grant Hansen. My senior year, my mom, Grandma, and I drove all around Salt Lake City looking for a vintage dress. I really wanted to go in a vintage dress (it was the heyday of the 90s, afterall, grunge and all that). We found my dress in a really cool vintage dress shop that no longer exists. It cost me $30. I went with Aaron Schab. We both decided we'd wear black, high-top Chuck Taylors. I saw girls wearing Chucks in Seventeen magazine that month. It caused a minor stir in my Idaho high school. But because Aaron and I were the newspaper nerds, people generally didn't say anything to our faces, but I'm guessing they were thinking, "They think they're sooo cool, but they are sooo not."
72. I broke out in a weird, red rash seconds after I was married.
71. BYU accepted me, but only on grounds that I attend summer school first. If you've never experienced BYU in the summertime, you are missing out.
70. My first summer home from college, I worked as a potato sorter. Finally, as an Idahoan, I'd arrived. I think it's an unwritten law that every Idahoan should work with potatoes for at least a season. My friend Keri and I found jobs at Mart Produce in Rupert. Her boyfriend's dad was a vice president there. We learned many key Spanish phrases, and seriously, had a great time.
69. I've finished the Hawaii Half-Ironman. It's an amazing race. The support is just awesome, and the views are better.
68. I was a pizza deliverer the same time I was a reporter for the Orem Daily Journal. The funny thing of it was sometimes the very people I interviewed that day, I would bring them a pizza that night. Pizza delivering paid better than my journalist's salary.
67. My mom was my 8th grade science teacher. For my birthday, she told the class about how I had a bowel movement the same time the doctor delivered me. The doctor proclaimed me a "dirty baby." So what was my nickname the rest of the school year? Dirty baby. Thankfully my birthday is in April, and kids forgot about the nickname over the summer.
66. I met Steve Young at a women's conference I was covering for the paper. I asked him if I could take his picture, and then I shook his hand. I can't believe I had the courage. He was very polite and kind about it. I did it for my dad, who when growing up, would play us a Steve Young tape at least once a month as a lesson when he was my Sunday School teacher.
65. My friends and I started a movie-watching club in high school we named the Vincent Van Gogh Visual Memorial Arts Foundation. We usually watched two movies on a weekend night based around a theme.
64. In third grade I was in our stake play of The King and I. For the play, they spray painted our hair black. They were running out of spray paint, so they asked us all to wear our hair like that to school the next day, then come back for the second night of the play. So I did. But when I got to school, the other kids who were also in the play with me had washed out their hair. I felt stupid, so I took the bun out of my hair and tried getting the black spray paint out with my fingers. The result was that I looked like Albert Einstein. I felt so foolish, but I never thought to rinse my hair out in the sink. When I went back to the play that night, I got strange looks. I guess I'd heard wrong. They had plenty of spray paint.
63. My Grandma Christenson is still one of the best people who has ever walked this earth. She put her family first. She had a sweetness and gentleness to her that I still miss so terribly. She died in 2003 at the age of 97.
62. I never was a part of a winning team in school, but our ward team dominated in every sport, thanks in part to my sisters, the Wilson sisters, the Brown sisters, the Crowther sisters, the Jeppesen sisters, and my friend Keri.
61. I loved girls' camp growing up. Loved it. I loved the songs, the games, the hikes. I loved being with my sistas in the mountains.
60. I read the Book of Mormon my 9th grade year, due in part to the encouragement of a good seminary teacher, Brother Hanzel. When I was near the end of the book and reading Moroni's challenge, I got on my knees and prayed for a witness that the book was from God, and that Joseph Smith didn't just make this stuff up. I prayed every night for a few weeks. I felt that sweet, peaceful feeling and knew in my heart the truthfulness of the book. I've read it about six times since then. Everytime it rings true for me.




MarySquare said...

There's so many things I could comment on here, like, I was with you as well when you got that black Prom dress in SLC.

But, I remember when you prayed about the Book of Mormon. We were sharing a room at the time, the brown room with the bunk-beds and I have very clear memories of walking in on you praying. I actually have used your experience in lessons I have given in Relief Society (I should have asked you first, sorry) but I have used it as an example of praying for confirmation that the BoM is true. Tears the ladies up every time! I also use Kathy's experience of paying her tithing when she was at Dixie, even though she didn't go to church much (or at all) till she decided to get things in order to go on a mission. Also a great tear jerker! And makes me very proud to have such good sisters...

mariann and Tory said...

Ummmm...I have a question about number 62....I remember being on Emerson 1st team and we whooped your guys butt in softball!)Hahahaha! volleyball you guys dominated the sport. Weren't your shirts purple?

Morkthefied said...

Mariann, there is no way on God's green earth that Emerson 1st beat us in softball when I was on the team. That may have been AFTER my family moved out of the ward. I do remember getting beat by Emerson 2nd once, but never Emerson 1st (just kidding--we may have gotten beat once I was a senior. By that time, we may have gone downhill a bit because a lot of the sisters were gone--Lynnette, ring in here. Did we ever lose to E-1?). Oh yeah. We had purple shirts.

Morkthefied said...

Mary, that's nice you have that memory of me. My favorite memory of us being roommates was the time we found that story about Christmas--you know, the one about the brothers, and one of the brothers dies on Christmas--and we bawled our eyes out together. And you said, "I love you, Cindy." And I said, "I love you, Mary." But don't repeat that to anyone alive. I have a reputation to uphold.

Amo said...

What reputation are you trying to uphold? If it is the crying at goofy, cheesy stories (or crying gnerally at any event), you've got that one sewn up!

Morkthefied said...

Amo, why do ya gotta be da hata? Your presence is just really negative and decreasing the vibe on my chakra. I am not the one who can't even say the blessing over the food at family reunions without crying. That's not me. Honestly, not me. Readers, don't believe this negative nelly. I'm cool. Real cool. Cool like Aunt Norma--only crying every three or four seconds. Vast improvement from the "old" me.

Campbells said...

I remember cleanin HOUSE in ward sports. I wore that purple tshirt until it was thin as tissue. Way to represent! P4 Rules! True dat!