The Unadventures of Tracie

Snow, snow go away Come again another day (But not in May) Maybe just on Christmas Day?

Book that changed my life (not religious): How to Win Friends and Influence People by Dale Carnegie Book that changed my life (religious, non-scripture): You Are Priceless: The Parable of the Bicycle by Stephen E. Robinson. The funniest book I've ever read: "The Scorecard" by Greg Gutfeld The saddest book I've ever read: A Promise of Forever by Anita Stansfield. I’m sure there are others, but this is all I can think of for now. This book literally had tears running down my cheeks. (I read it years ago.) It’s a story about a man who loses his wife to cancer and finds love again in his (unmarried) sister-in-law. (It’s weird, but it works.) The scariest story: “The Tell-Tale Heart” or other Poe stories Best Textbook I've read: The Non-Designer’s Design Book Worst book I've read: Eragon A book I'm embarrassed to love: The Death & Life of Superman My favorite books (besides ones already listed): The Princess Bride, all of the Harry Pot...

Ok, so many of you know that I have long fought the battle of the bulge. It’s something that I’ve always had to work on. I’ve never been able to eat what I want, and I’ve always had to work really hard to get into shape. I really do like to workout, but I’m often tired or feel I don’t have the time. Austin and I have been trying to lose weight since the beginning of November. And while I must admit that we do workout more frequently than we did when we were first married (which was almost nil), we still haven’t lost weight because of our inconsistency. I’ve done really good for a week and lost a pound, and then gained it back the very next week. It’s been like that for months now. The problem is it is really, really hard for me to start working out if I haven’t worked out in a while. And once I am working out, if I miss a day, I’m screwed because my motivation goes out the window for some reason. So it’s been depressing trying to get back in the habit because working out for 30 minutes...

“And there it goes, my innocence. . .There’s something more than the world out there” Well, here I am again, posting. I actually have something to post about too. So, as many of you know, I’m not totally in love with my job. Don’t get me wrong—it is a good job. But it’s 40 miles away (80 miles roundtrip). And driving two hours every day is not my cup of tea, er, hot chocolate. Also, I don’t feel like my talent is being used for all it’s worth. There’s never enough to do, and I get tremendously bored. It’s the same thing all the time, and it’s really not the type of editing I’d prefer to do. I also realized that I’m not as happy here as I could be for various reasons. So, last week when my former editing teacher forwarded a job opportunity at an LDS publishing firm in Springville, I eagerly jumped at the chance. My dream is to edit fiction. It has been for some time. I also think I’d be great at it. Not to be prideful, but I think I’m a darn good editor. If there’s one thing I am good...

Austin and others have been complaining that I haven’t been updating frequently enough. So, here I am updating on the last week or so. On March 4, I, along with AJ, threw Heidi a baby shower. We had a “spring” theme and it was a “friends” shower. (Shera had thrown Heidi a ward/family shower in December.) AJ graciously did the invites and mailed them out while I was still in Texas for Austin and me’s trip. Since I don’t get home until 6:30 usually and the shower was set to start at 7, I planned to get everything done the night before. I left work an hour early and stopped at Walmart for groceries and Heidi’s gift. I then returned home and started cleaning the house. I cleaned furiously and prepared the spinach artichoke dip that was to be cooked the following night. I also made sugar cookie dough and placed it in the fridge to chill while I finished cleaning the house. Austin and I were still technically housesitting for my parents and so we went over there to bake and frost the sugar ...

Favorite color: Favorite animal: Bad habit: Favorite food: Favorite object: Town I live in: My name: My favorite band: My job: Favorite author: Place I would like to travel: Favorite dessert: Okay, Austin, I did it. Now you can be happy. :)

Grandma Great died today. She was 91 years old, and she was my dad’s father’s mom. She was a happy person who had a lot of love to give. She always smiled. She used to hand-make gifts for all the grandkids. Growing up I received purses, toys, pillows, and various other items. Grandma Great was really talented at the harmonica. She used to play it at the family parties and get everyone to sing. I was never extremely close to her, but I loved her and I know she loved me. I’ll miss you Grandma.