Kelly's Utah Television Debut

Today, unbeknownst to me, the school of engineering was to host a camera crew in the lab where I work for the shooting of a TV commercial for the Utah Banker's Association's 100th anniversary. Because they donate so much money to education, specifically the U's engineering dept., they wanted to get some action shots of someone working in the lab for their commercial. Little did I know that I had already been chosen by the staff to be the star of said commercial (I think they wanted a girl). So at 1pm after the crew had already set up the staging area and the cameras and crew were in place, I was summoned from my lunch and told I was needed in the lab. They had already mapped out which processes they wanted me to demonstrate, so after getting dressed, I was shown to my place and had a camera stuck in my face (literally). At that point it was fruitless to protest. Within 1 minute they had begun shooting me using the aligner (a big expensive machine) in the yellow room (you can't see it in the picture above but it's directly to the right of me). After it was all over and I had already signed the media release forms, I looked in the monitor and realized how ridiculous I looked in my hairnet and safety glasses with my eyeballs glued to a microscope. Certainly not my finest look for my Utah TV debut! Today was the their last day of shooting, so not long from now it will be all over the local channels. Fortunately I don't know that many people here. Strangely enough, a year ago this week was my debut on WITN News in North Carolina when I got pulled over by a state trooper and interviewed by a news crew as part of a sting operation to enforce a new driving law in the state. Several Novembers before that was my debut in AZ singing madrigal Christmas songs in a quartet in full renaissance apparel. Needless to say, my television history is less than stellar. I wonder what next November will bring!

Be Grateful

It was a banner year for me this Thanksgiving. I roasted my FIRST turkey all by myself! Not only that, but I cooked an entire Thanksgiving smörgåsbord all by myself as well. I was going to take a picture of the turkey right out of the oven, but that only proves that I can put a turkey in the oven. A picture of it's carcass however, proves that it tasted good enough to eat! My father-in-law (Ray the gourmet) has always cooked for us on Thanksgiving, but I thought it was about time I gave the guy a break and do it all myself. It was a LOT of work and took a lot of planning, but it was very satisfying to be able to say I did it!

Everything I read about how to roast turkeys suggested that you cover the breast with tin foil after it's 2/3 done to keep the breast meat juicy and tender. So I cut out tin foil in the shape of a bikini and did this with my turkey. Unfortunately I had to cut into it to see if it was done before taking a picture, but it looked a little like this, minus the pose. It was one SEXY turkey!

The satisfied customers. Turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing, green bean casserole, fruit salad, rolls, appetizers, pumpkin pie and ice cream!

Relaxing with Brody after all that cooking (and eating)! This pretty much sums up the rest of the break. A lot of relaxing!

I love the Christmas lights at temple square! We strolled around on Saturday night (as long as we could before freezing to death) and took in the spectacle. It was especially cool after having done a session in the SLC temple that afternoon. That was the first time for all of us to set foot in that temple and it was really special. I was so glad Layne's parents could go with us. It was the perfect thing to do this weekend to remind me of how much I have to be thankful for, especially mi amigo mejor y esposo maravilloso! I can't imagine a life without Layne.

Zip It!

Every Tuesday morning at 8am, there is a big production meeting for my team, the researchers, and all the top dogs who call the shots on the DARPA project. The most exciting thing that ever happens at these meetings is perhaps some shouting and arguing in a variety foreign tongues, and the occasional fists on the table. Today however, there was a surprise guest at our production meeting. One of the "top dogs", a physiology guy (who shall remain nameless), always bikes to work and usually arrives sweaty and has to hurry and change out of his bike wear before the meetings. This morning he must have been in a particular rush to change because he failed to secure a certain "opening" in the trouser region. When he stood (next to me I might add) to give a power point presentation on the latest soak test results, I was horrified to notice that a bit of his fruit had strayed from the loom. Of course I couldn't say anything, and none of the few others that were sitting at the unfortunate angle to notice dared either. It was, to say the least, an uncomfortable situation. Those who did not notice will most certainly have mistaken my nervous shifting and fidgeting for the need of some Preparation H. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I feel it is outside the realm of my responsibility (or is just inappropriate) to inform a male when his zipper is down. Perhaps I just don't know a tactful way to do it. Any opinions? Please advise.

Rock My World

Layne, Kim and I went to Furniture Warehouse on Saturday to buy an ottoman, and stumbled across this gigantor glider chair. This is not a gimmick. This real (HUGE) rocking chair made by Ashley furniture can be yours for a mere $2,000. It's hard to tell just how big it is, but I had to step on a stool to even mount this sucker, and I'm not a small girl! It was EXTREMELY comfortable, and really did glide as well! Anyone who knows me knows how much I like things that make me look small (does it come in black?), so naturally I fell in lust with this chair instantly. How cool would it be to have this thing in a kid's room for bedtime stories?! I could fit at least 3 kids in that thing with me!! I have to tip my hat to Ashley Furniture for thinking outside the box on this one!

It's All In The Hips

Yesterday while on the treadmill at the gym, I was watching the news and was pleased by a certain story they ran. Apparently, a recent U.S. study of over 16,000 women titled: "Curvy hips lure men to smart women" shows that women who have a pear shaped figure (smaller waist and bigger hips and thighs) are more intelligent than other women, and also produce more intelligent children than women of other shapes and sizes. One of the reasons they give for this is the high level of Omega 3 fatty acids that are stored in the hips and thighs. Omega 3's have long been linked to intelligence and are fundamental to brain development in babies. Extremely skinny women, or women whose fat is all stored in the abdomen or elsewhere do not have such deposits (or so the study says). The study also claimed that men prefer women with smaller waists than hips, even when compared with slimmer women. I've been cursing my hips and thighs all my life, but hopefully one day my children will thank me... in their valedictorian speeches when they graduate from MIT.

So, in the spirit of Thanksgiving, I'm going to be thankful next time I try to squeeze my huge brains into my old jeans!

If you want to read the study you can go to the United Press International website (www.upi.com) and type in- Study: Curvy Hips.

The Human Slingshot

This looks like something that would be constructed during one of the usually perilous Flaherty trips to Lake Powell. Entirely unsafe and terrifying...but fun...until someone gets hurt...or the 4 wheeler breaks down...whichever came first.

Going, Going, Going, GREEK!

So on Friday Layne took me to a new Greek restaurant he discovered recently called Greek Souvlaki which brags that it not only has the best Gyro in Salt Lake, but Greek food the way you'll find it in Athens. I'll admit, I was a bit skeptical at first, but Layne can be very persuasive when he wants to be, so we went. I had the Gyro with cucumber white sauce (which embarrassingly enough they have to spell "Yeero" on the menu for all those without an ounce of International awareness) and I was in HEAVEN!! I think I even shouted "OPA!" after my first bite. It's been a long time since I've had any Greek food and for some reason unknown to me now, I left that last experience feeling less than impressed, but I'm so glad I decided to give it another try! Besides lamb chops, I'm pretty sure that was the only other way I've ever had lamb prepared, but it was delicious! I can still taste it, which is why I'm sitting here at my desk with my tuna fish dreaming about Greek food. If you've never gone Greek, give it a try, you might be surprised! And if there is a Greek Souvlaki anywhere near you, pay them a visit, you won't be sorry. If you don't live near one, come visit me and I'll take you out!

The Rubber Maid

Just in case you've ever found yourselves complaining about what you have to wear to work, behold: The Rubber Maid! One of my co-workers snapped this gem just before I was about to do some work with Hydrofluoric Acid in what we call "the yellow room" of the lab where I work. This picture even fails to illustrate some of the finer parts of the ensemble (ie the booties, the fogged up face shield, the safety glasses and hair net. I should win some sort of prize for "sexiest look in the work place" or something like that. Guys, quit drooling, I'm married. (Note: Ok so I don't have to dress like that all the time. I really shouldn't complain because I could wear my pajamas to work every day and no one would say boo. I actually quite enjoy having a "jeans" job!)

Worth 1000 Words

A pictorial representation of some of the most basic human emotions and sensations provided by children

Terrified

Tired

Guilty

Curious

Hung out to dry

Proud

Fearless

Hungry

Big Love

This woman in Columbia found a wounded and hungry lion cub and rescued him from circus abuse. She raised him at her home until he was too big, at which point she took him to the local zoo and visits him every day. This is a video of one such visit.

Till We Meet Again

Just as I suspected, I got my final letter in the mail yesterday afternoon from the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. And, just as I suspected, it confirmed the feelings I've had ever since my audition that now is not my time to serve in the choir. Without boring you with the contents of the letter in it's entirety, I'll just include some basics. "Dear sister Nelson, we thank you for auditioning...blah, blah, blah...after reviewing and comparing all the candidates and making it a matter of prayer...blah, blah, blah...You did very well in this phase of the audition process, but we are unable to invite you to join the choir at this time." The following sentence was underlined (but my blog doesn't offer that option). "We feel that you have VERY strong potential to become a member of the choir. We encourage you to call the choir office during the next round of auditions to re-activate your file. At that time you will not need to re-submit a letter of recommendation or application, and will not need to re-take the theory exam...etc. We look forward to hearing you next season."

Anyway, I'm not bummed at all. I did my best so the result is out of my hands. In fact, I'm excited about the calling Layne and I just got to plan the ward Christmas party. It will be good for me for the next several months at least to get to attend our new ward with Layne, get to know people and serve in some ward callings. The next audition cycle is less than 8 months away as it is! I wanted to post this article that was on the front page of the Deseret News on Oct. 29th. I would just post the link to it, but it won't work for some reason, so I've copied and pasted it here. It is very accurate and made me sweat just reading it!

Document no. 71 of 100 [Go To Best Hit] Monday, October 29, 2007 Deseret News [Edit Document]

Edition: Metro
Page: A01

LDS raise voices in effort to join choir Auditioners determined but 'scared to death' By Dan Barry New York Times News Service Editor's note: The Deseret Morning News occasionally runs articles from national media outlets dealing, like the following, with Utah subjects. The first to audition this evening is a baritone and computer consultant of 51 who has tried and failed twice before. He is wearing a blue blazer that offsets his pale expression of calm terror. It is time to stand naked, vocally speaking; it is time to sing. Two men in white shirts and dark ties sit at a foldout table before him, pencils poised. What they are listening for, the untrained ear may not catch: the sound of one's ability to meld with many in singing glory to God. They know it when they hear it. The men lead the baritone, Devin Asay, through a few brief exercises, then ask for a hymn of his choice in the key of his choice. Soon, in a basement space somewhere beneath the manicured grounds of Temple Square, a 17th-century hymn becomes a computer consultant's humble argument to be included in the world-famous Mormon Tabernacle Choir: Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation! O my soul, praise Him, for He is thy health and salvation! "OK, Devin," says Craig Jessop, the choir's congenial director. "You'll be hearing from us probably in two weeks." The Mormon Tabernacle Choir is so familiar, so American, that its Mormon foundation is sometimes forgotten. The intolerant among us might question the presidential worthiness of Mitt Romney based on his Mormon beliefs, yet have in their collection the choir's transcendent recording, say, of the "Battle Hymn of the Republic." Tonight the central concern is not politics but music. Jessop and his associate director, Mack Wilberg, have 32 spots to fill in their choir of 360, whose members are paid only by the honor. The chosen will join a tradition dating to 1847, when a small choir sang for a church conference here in the Salt Lake Valley, less than a month after the arrival of the first Mormon settlers. Singing in the choir may be a calling, then, an expression of one's faith — but you still have to try out. "They are scared to death," Jessop says in sympathy. "They have five minutes to prove themselves." It was simpler, once. Jessop's own audition nearly 35 years ago consisted of singing "O My Father" in the basement for the choir's director, who listened and said: See you Thursday. Bring a letter from your bishop. Back then, once you were in, you were in for life. When Jessop joined the choir in 1973, the man beside him was in his 80s and had sung on the first broadcast of the choir's weekly radio program, "Music and the Spoken Word" — in 1929. Today, applicants must be ages 25 to 55, and can remain with the choir for 20 years or until age 60. They must be active in the LDS Church, be recommended by their bishop and live within 100 miles of Temple Square. They must also be able to sing a little. Recently, some 300 people responded to the choir's invitation to send a recording of their singing one of two songs: "O My Father" or "I Need Thee Every Hour." "That's N-E-E-D, as opposed to K-N-E-A-D," Jessop volunteers. After many hours of listening and wincing, Jessop and Wilberg cut the number of candidates in half, then cut the number again by administering a written test for musical aptitude. And then there were 94. The first of that 94 to audition in person is Asay, the computer consultant cum baritone who, at Jessop's request, begins this evening's marathon tryout with a prayer seeking God's blessing "for all those who will sing today." No Broadway cattle call has ever been so polite. Then again, no cattle call would include such written understandings as: "A call to serve in the Choir is contingent upon your continued worthiness and your bishop's recommendation." Within seven minutes, Asay's time is up. Now it is the turn of Ana Lia Borges, 39, a piano teacher and alto, who rubs her cheeks as if to coax beautiful notes from her mouth. After Borges, Christine Clark, 54, the manager of a community choir, who places her right hand on her chest as she sings, and who addresses her nervousness by saying repeatedly that she is not nervous. "Everyone is nervous," Jessop reassures her. "You're among friends." "Nervous?" answers Clark. The tension in the room is understandable. Most of those auditioning do not perform for a living. They answer telephones, restore antiques, teach children, work in cosmetology. Now they are seeking a position in a choir that sings before presidents and kings; a choir in which part of the reward, Jessop says, is that wondrous experience in which "you yourself disappear, and you become a part of another whole. The auditions continue, with Bonnie Goodliffe providing accompaniment on piano. She is more often seen playing the massive pipe organ in the Tabernacle above, which only adds to the performance anxiety of those trying out. Occasionally a voice fills the room and carries listeners away, as when Holly Abel, an administrative assistant and soprano, demonstrates her vocal reach by singing the phrase "Sweet hour of prayer" over and over, higher and higher. Years ago she promised herself that at age 40 she would try out for the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, and now here she is, sweetly hitting high notes at 40. More often, though, voices break, crack, fall short of the spirit felt. "Oh my gosh," one woman says after emitting an errant la. "I can do this at home so easily." "We know," Jessop says. "We factor in nerves." What rises during these hours, then, is one glorious jumble of a hymn, of how great thou art, high on a mountaintop, bread of the world, nearer my God to thee, gladly sung by people of faith. Jessop rewards them with sincere thanks and whatever hope can be gleaned from these words: You'll be hearing from us in a couple of weeks.

Calendar Baby

Meet Mr. October. This is Andrew Garner, the cutest baby I saw last month, and son of good friends and proud parents Bryan and Rachel Garner. This little guy had me at hello! I couldn't resist posting the picture. Thanks to my friends who will indulge me for the time being by letting me post cute pictures of their kids since I am still without.