elevator conversation.

aubry enters at floor 0.

salt and pepper-y chain smoker holding a single slice of german chocolate cake enters at 1.

man: it's a beautiful day in the neighborhood.

aubry: sure is.

man: you have a great haircut.

aubry: thank you.

man: do you watch ncis?

aubry: no, i don't.

man: there's a woman on that show called pauley perrette. turn it on sometime. she's a real cutie. and so are you.

aubry: thank you.

i got off on my floor, and immediately googled pauley perrette.

and now i'm irritated.

and a little self conscious.

someone tell me it's not true.

SOMEONE TELL ME IT'S NOT TRUE!

work things.

we won an award. 

engineering, yada yada.

semi-formal {what does that even mean? to an engineer?} 

the fancy hotel downtown.

banquet food.

outside silverware, working your way in. 

the server even insisted on putting the napkin on my lap FOR me.

geesh.

it's all too much to celebrate road construction.

BUT.

doug fabrizio was the master of ceremonies and i love doug fabrizio.

i love that doug is not an engineer and he joked about the sexy-factor of a pipe culvert.

i love that he gently mocked our entire industry over and over again and we were all so smitten {or whatever professional engineer-appropriate word might be more acceptable there} with his quick wit nobody minded.

i love that i was listening to him this morning at 11, talking about man's constant need to be connected to his technological device... and then there he was in his thick rimmed glasses, awarding us for a 6 miles of new pavement, a tunnel crossing, and ooooooh! and an up-and-over sidewalk.

now, that's sexy!

i passed on the crab cake, i pushed my prime rib around until it looked used and abused, but doug fabrizio talked engineer to me, so all was right in the world.

p.s.  wanna swap recipes?

the great cookie swap!

don't mind my amazing power point skills...

 an innocent request for a cookie recipe on facebook by my friend donna {a sassy new yorker i met in a mass media class at byu - idaho} quickly turned into fireworks in my brain.

see, lots of people - myself included - think they have The End All Recipe.

but maybe not even something that grand... maybe it's your trusty, standby, never-fail recipe.

whatever it is, i want it!

the bennions have a few. as in - when i was younger, my mom and i would slave in the kitchen the week before christmas to make our plates of treats to take to all our favorite friends. we always included the same 4 or 5 recipe of cookies and treats we knew tasted so good.

bringing us back to yesterday -

donna sent out the call for a recipe. a show-off-my-baking-skills / aren't-you-so-lucky-you're-on-my-christmas-list? cookie recipe while i was rolling around the idea of designing and printing recipe cards for all of my people.

cute idea, right?

so here's the thing

send me a recipe... your to die for, always a hit cookie/treat recipe.

i'll print it up on my {yet to be designed} recipe cards.

... and then i'll send you a copy of the whole set!

do i realize what i'm getting myself into? probably not.

but do i want your recipe that bad? apparently, so.

plus, it will help me get my family and friend gifts out the door!

leaving a recipe in the comment might get a little out of control, so send it to my email

its1116 at gmail dot com

by december 11.

be sure to include your mailing address so i can send you your present before christmas!

tell all your friends.

the more we have, the better.

it's more work for me, but more presents for you!