Popcorn Trees, Pizza and Exhaust Oh My

Popcorn trees, Brick Oven Pizza and exhaust fumes: three smells that make my 3 mile run around the outside of BYU Campus almost unbearable. Popcorn trees have the worst, vomit with a mix of smelly feet, smell in the world. Some cars have incredibly strong smelling exhaust fumes that make me feel like I’m going to get black lung disease by inhaling. Brick Oven Pizza is usually a delicious aroma, but not at the tail end of a run with a stomach already upset by the Popcorn trees and exhaust fumes.

I’m not fully recovered from my knee injury yet. I’m trying to take it real slow so I don’t mess it up worse. It will just take some time before I can run my usual 3 miles a day. For now I run between 1 and 3 miles a few times a week. SO SAD.

I went to a Bridal Extravaganza last weekend. I was a finalist for a love story contest. We had to wait until the very end to hear the winner’s announced. What we witnessed was pure chaos. The announcer guy was just giving away gift certificates valued between 50 and 500 dollars. Brides of all ages were jumping up and down, charging the stage, almost knocking down the stage, and pushing other brides out of their way. Some of them did push-ups, some of them showed their white legs, some of them revealed their old age. I think some of them lied in order to get the prize. Yeah right, like that lady in the back left really just got engaged that day, on a Saturday before 5:00 p.m. And the red-head who won the photography shoot, please, like she is really getting married in a week and hasn’t booked a photographer. That was the requirement to win: the girl getting married the soonest who had not booked a photographer yet. My favorite was the girl in the front row, who we later found out was almost 38 years old. She jumped up and down to try to get EVERY prize. She finally won the one he gave to the tallest bride. Even after she won she continued jumping up and down to win more, More, MORE. Free-stuff can make a person go crazy. It was super entertaining to watch. I knew the lady who had rounded up all the certificates for the extravaganza. It turns out, she would have just given me a prize if I would have caught her attention sooner, and I wouldn’t have had to show her my white legs or stretch my leg behind my neck. She looked for something for me, but everything was gone.

I didn’t leave empty handed though. We got a bag and a stomach full of yummy treats, and we got a 2 night’s stay for 2 in any of 20 selected cities for a total of $40. That’s what I got for being a love story finalist.

Kameron is the best fiancé in the world. He is so patient with me, even though sometimes I’m a meanie. We’re just 2 months away!