Katie Phelps

Some stories:

Earlier at work, my friends and I were all sitting around talking.  I was showing a friend of mine something on the internet.  I was explaining to him that it was php or javascript based and you just needed to go in and edit the HTML code.  And he looked up at me and said, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. All I heard was WAH WAH WAH.” Then another of my friends turned around and said, “She has to be able to talk like that to communicate with her husband.”  Then we laughed. Oh web people are such dorks.

Another time, during lunch we were sitting in the lunch room eating and some people from the Support Team came in and started talking about the things they were working on. This didn’t work here, and this person was talking about their database and the location of their files.  My friends and I at work just looked at each other amazed.  Support people are such dorks.

Today at lunch, we sat around the table and talked for 20 minutes about this really nice font I found at Veer.com.  “It’s a San Serif font with really straight edges.  It’s kind of like ITC Kabel,” I explained to Ryan and Ian. “But I like it better than Kabel because the S has really small space between it’s lines.”  “You know,” Ryan said, “They should have a pronunciation guide for font names.” I said, “Why because I say Kabel differently than you.” He said, “Yeah, but also…” and then we talked about all the fonts that we weren’t sure how to pronounce.  This conversation went on for quite a few minutes. We finished lunch and went upstairs.

Later as I was sitting, thinking…I realized: we’re all dorks.  It doesn’t matter what we are dorks about. All groups of people have the things that they are dorks about.  It doesn’t matter what it is or who you are, there is something that you think is important and interesting that someone else things is so lame.

Isn’t it great?

Saturday morning, my sisters, mom and I decided to try out for Deal or No Deal. We learned from KSL channel 5 News that Deal or No Deal was doing a casting here in Salt Lake City at the RC Willey on 2100 S. And I was going. We all decided on our good reason for going and the story that we could tell Howie, filled out the 11 page try-out form and were on our way. All wearing green (green for grass, we decided if we won, we would buy our parents grass for their backyard. They have lived in the house for 9 years and due to my dad losing his job they have never been able to put grass in the backyard. They have dirt).

We took Trax up to 2100 S and walked the rest of the way. We had no idea what we were in for. On Trax, you can see the RC Willey right before the 2100 S stop. We looked out the window and masses and masses of people filled the RC Willey parking lot. I don’t think I’ve seen that many people in one place beside Disneyland. We thought, this is crazy, but we didn’t know half of it. So we walked from the Trax station to the RC Willey, looking for the end of the line. And we kept walking, and kept walking, and kept walking. Then we left the RC Willey area, went down the street, down another street, down another street and finally found the end. This picture is a Google map of the area. The pink area is where all the people were. It was pretty insane. But we thought, “Well, it’s a once in a lifetime thing. Let’s do it.” Then after we waited in the sun for a little bit, we though, “well maybe we should see how long it will take us to get to the end of that corner.” And we started making friends with the people in line. We were right in front of a cute pregnant woman and her mom. They were pretty funny and really entertaining to talk to. Once we got to the end of the street, we thought, “well, we’ll go to the next end.” Then someone walking by told us they had been there since 6 in the morning (it was 11 a.m.). 5 hours?! No way. Then someone told us it was probably a 12 hour wait. Now we were seriously questioning our decision. 12 hours? Then an official looking person came around and told us they only had 5 spots left. Odds were not good. So after much chatting among ourselves…after only one hour of waiting and only moving 1/4 mile, we decided the best thing we could do at this point is get back on Trax and go buy shoes.

So we did: Although we didn’t make it on Deal or No Deal, we had a great time as girls, came home with cute cute shoes, got a little bit of sun (well Rachel was more than a little bit — she was pretty burned) and now we can say, “We almost tried out for Deal or No Deal.

It was quite an excellent day. If you want to find out more about the audition check out KSL.

For a long time men and women have argued about if the toilet seat should be up or should be down. Men leave the bottom seat up and women fall in. Women leave the seat down and men have to lift it up before they use the restroom and then put it back down to  ward off the wrath of the woman with the wet behind.  For me, I’ve found that this is a particularly hot topic, not because Bryan doesn’t  put the toilet seat down when he is finished, but because other people when they visit my house don’t put it back down the way it was when they found it. You see, Bryan and I have come to an agreement, that if he has to put the toilet seat down, then I have to put the toilet seat down as well (and besides that, who really needs to walk into a bathroom and see the inside of your toilet). So anytime you come into our house, you will find all of the lids on all of the toilets in our house in the down position. Not until just recently did I discover that it bothered me when people don’t put it back down, but it does (remember that next time you come to our house ).

Anyway. The moral of the story is, if everyone puts all the seats of the toilet down then the great debate will be ended and there will be more peace in the world.

And by the way: I thought this picture of the toilet was so funny. You can find more here. People are so creative sometimes.

So today, as I was reading a couple of the blogs that I regularly read, I ran into this post on swissmiss’ blog. I thought the idea was great and wanted to go with it. So today, to celebrate Good People here is a list of some of the Good People in my life:

Bryan (my handsome, handsome husband), Melanie, Rachel, Joseph, my mom, my dad, Lindsay, Kevin, Jon, Steve, Marcee, Sue, Sherman, my grandpa, my grandma, Ian, Andrea, Ryan, Travis, Kim, Tracy, Steve, Myron, Danny, Damon, Steph, Maleen, Kari, Keri, Deanne, Sunny, Camille, Deanna, Trent, Teresa, Daren, all of my aunts and uncles, Eleena, Denell, Shawn, Jared, all of my cousins, Dani, Rosie, Danielle, Kinsale, Jordan, Teague, June, Mason, Pomai, Talon, Barrus, Season, Andy, Kadie, Amber, John, John, Steph, Jade, Autumn, Ashley, Ashlie, Rebekah, Anneke, Natalie, Jenni, Skyler, Andrew, Skippy, Courtney, Courtney … I know there are so many good people who have made so much of a difference in my life.

Thank you all! And don’t forget to remember the good people in your life. There are so many of them in the world.