Ten Years Old, in which I Finally Found It

I vividly remember the BYU Bookstore, and this cassette tape, it was white, and had only one song. At ten years old, I was absolutely obsessed with BYU Football (not much has changed in twenty years), and this was one of the greatest things I had ever found.

But I lost the tape. I haven't heard the song in fifteen years, at least. But then last night, after numerous attempts to do so, I finally found it.

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and indeed girls, I give you Ty Power!!

That's Better, in which I finally Feel Like it's Christmas Time

I couldn't figure out why it didn't feel like Christmas time. Then I discovered this.

Now I feel much better.

Reclaiming the psyche 7: Memories

This is apparently a bloggy thing that's going on right now (it's the cool thing to do, you know?).


Here are the directions:
1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty cool (and funny) to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you.

I look forward to the responses.

Reclaiming the psyche 6: Soda

Er, well,

This isn't really reclaiming the psyche so much as an excuse to note that the third ingredient of Mt. Dew is orange juice.

I've never really tasted the orange juice in Mt. Dew though.

Reclaiming the psyche 5: Cute Band Alert!

Our motto: "It's cute to pick your nose!"

But in reality, it's not. Show me a nineteen year-old who's living in reality, though.

One time we set off a really expensive firework that we bought from Albertson's while grilling these awful, massive, cheese-filled hot dogs.

Another time we watched a movie in which one of the characters was played by someone named Unsung Song. When we got back to the apartment there was a lady bug in our friend Matt's hair. We named it Unsung Song.

We really liked to watch Space Ghost Coast to Coast, Cartoon Planet, and The Power Puff Girls.

He thinks he's someone's type, he just doesn't think he's yours.

Reclaiming the psyche 4: Sports

Coach

"NOW GET BACK IN THERE AND LET'S SEE SOME HUSTLE!"

Waaa-h-h-h-h-haay back when, I played a lot of sports. And I had a number of different coaches.

Today I learned that there are coaches for life. Not that they never retire, no no no, not at all, I guess I should have said they are coaches of life. That probably would have been more accurate, and would have helped avoid some confusion.

Sorry, guys.

Yep. Life coaches.

I found this out when reading the bio of an author. It said that she was a life coach.

Apparently she reminds people to breath.

Discouraged athlete: "I just can't seem to live coach. I'm trying, you know, working on my blood flow and heart beat and stuff, neurons firing and all that, but I can't get into the rhythm for some reason."
Life coach: "I've been watching you closely. I could tell there was something missing. You need to execute your game."
Discouraged athlete: "I'm trying to execute, coach, but there's something not really flowing, ya know?"
Life coach: "OK, I've got an idea. Try sucking air in through your mouth or nose and then blowing it out."
Discouraged athlete: "Um, OK." (thinks to himself: that seems really dumb)

Time passes, and then the athlete comes back to the coach, no longer discouraged somehow.

Renewed athlete: "I did it, coach! I sucked in air and pushed it out, and now everything else seems to work so well!"
Life coach: "It's like I've always told you. The fundamentals. Don't forget the fundamentals and everything else works itself out."

I'm thinking of becoming a life coach. I think I could do it.

Does anyone know of any schools that offer programs in life coaching?

Reclaiming the psyche 3: J

We've had access to this for, well, nearly six years now. This may be the first time some of you (perhaps all of you, save Heather, since she's the master artist who took these pictures) see them.

These are our engagement pictures. I like them because we both look really different. I guess a lot changes in six years.

(Yeah, like I gained forty pounds, or maybe more)

I also really like them because I really like J.

J is just so dang cool. I wonder sometimes how she couldn't tell what she was getting into.

Well, bless her for taking the risk.

Reclaiming the psyche 2: Teriyaki Stix

Way back then.

When?

1996-1999.

Ah, then.

Yes, way back then. I had a job. It was at Teriyaki Bowl, no wait, Tiki Teriyaki; hold on, that one didn't stick, ah yes! Teriyaki Stix.

We, the managers of the Riverwoods Teriyaki Stix, made that job perhaps the most enjoyable that a job could be. We were pretty much given license to do whatever we felt ought to be done, and we did it.

There were six of us:

Ash, Beth, Nat, Josh, BK, and me.

Six managers, just for the Teriyaki Stix side of the store... I don't think they made much profit.

I had a picture of us somewhere, but you'll just have to imagine it to yourself. This is getting way too long.

BK was put in charge of writing a monthly newsletter for the store. In it, he would interview the employee of the month. I only have one copy of the newsletter, and it is the one from when I was made employee of the mo-- uh, millennium.

He wrote up a synopsis describing our interview, and then included these questions:

BK: What is your favorite color of cleaning spray?
Me: Blue

BK: Why?
Me: Because it smells pleasant.

BK: Have you ever drunk of bottle of soy sauce?
Me: No.

BK: Will you drink of bottle of soy sauce right now?
Me: No.

DISCLAIMER: I WAS 19 AND THOUGHT I WAS REALLY FUNNY
BK: What is your favorite Simpson's episode?
Me: The gay episode

BK: Why?
Me: I like to see construction workers dance.

BK: What is your favorite Teriyaki dish?
Me: Chocolaki (sukiyaki cooked with Hershey's branch chocolate sauce)

BK: Is that really your favorite dish?
Me: No.

BK: Do you have an embarrassing work moment you want to share?
Me: No.

BK: Do you have an embarrassing work moment?
Me: Yes, but I can't tell you.

BK: Please?
Me: OK, but you can't tell anyone.
BK: OK

I wonder if he ever did reveal my secret. Probably not, because I don't think they would have rehired me after my mission if he did.

Thanks BK. Oh, and thanks for accepting me as a friend on facebook.

Reclaiming the Psyche 1: Music

In an attempt to reclaim myself, in light of the former post describing the spirit-breaking brought on by Greedy dudes 1 and 2, I'll be writing the next few posts with a somewhat nostalgic quality. In essence, I'm going back to the various roots of my being and trying to become me once more.

First off, because I had this strike of brilliance to do this while listening to this song while mowing the lawn, I bring you my favorite song (and it just so happens to be my favorite music video too).

"The Set Up" by Reel Big Fish

This takes me back to the late nineties, when things were not too terribly tough. Responsibility was minimal, and music is what defined everything I did.

This song/video has all the qualities of greatness (according to me) all wrapped up in one:

-False-etto singing
-A fantastic horn section
-A rocking guitar solo
-Ridiculous and obvious tricks: like a floating guitarist
-A drummer who plays with bricks
-A bridge
-Hawaiian shirt

I'm sure I missed some things, but you'll pick up on the awesomeness of it all...