I teach in the BYU business school

Dear girls. If you didn't know, somehow I became a professor in the marriott school of management this week. What qualifies me to do such a thing, well let me just tell you. Apparently I have some of the worst conversational skills this university has seen. Confused? Let me explain.

So during a recent episode of my life, I was dating a boy and needed to let him know that i didn't want it to go any further, that i was done. I had to get across the message that I didn't want to date him anymore, but because he was a good friend, I didn't want things to get awkward. You know, i couldn't just do my normal, sorry its not going to work, I'll probably never see you again deal. So i tried an assortment of techniques... aka things that did not work like avoidance, text messages, phone calls that never got to the point, etc. So while all of this was going on, my friend mitch called me one day and i told him what was going on. He said "ange, i've got the solution. Ha, all you've got to do is follow the steps in this book." and so, I did it. And, it worked. I had one of the best "break-up" conversations of my life.

Ok so the book is called crucial conversations. It teaches you how to get across your point while maintaining a safe and mutually beneficial atmosphere for both parties. There is a course in the business core called organization behavior and the book is their text. And Mitch is the TA. Well, just this past Monday, Mitch calls me and tells me that his professor wants me to come share my experience with the class. Oh my goodness. I wanted to die. How embarrassing to share my break up problems with a class of one hundred beautiful business school boys. But, because I LOVE MITCH I of course did it.

Well, after my lecture, the professor says, "that was great, you ready for round two?" i'm like what? and He's like, oh the class really liked the interactive portion of your lecture and I asked Mitch if you'd teach my other class too. Ha, so then I did it again.

Two hundred (mostly single) boys later, I had told basically my whole dating pool at BYU that I was horrible at relationships and had to use a book to handle conversations. It was probably my defining moment of college. Ha, but at least someone got to have a laugh at my ridiculousness.

So, I just thought I would share. Hope you girls have a wonderful Presidents Day WEEKEND!

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Fashion Tip of the Day...

Name one thing that is better than a sleeping bag you wear on your body. Thats right, nothing. Nothing is better than a sleeping bag you wear on your body. Valentine's Day gift for my lover? Check.

Love, Rachie

S'Mocha

So... Last night me and the Mitz were walking laps around the neighborhood. It was a really pretty night, and not too cold considering it's mid-February. On our last lap, a friendly little cat came slinking out of the oak brush and wanted to visit with us. We stopped and petted the cat, and on a whim I tried to pick it up. If you know me, you know that I try to force myself on cute small creatures (kittens, puppies, small children...) but most of the time they reject me. Well, this little cat let me pick him up and actually liked me. It followed us all the way around the block and stayed right on my heels. Then i got this F to the abulous idea. I'd lure the cat down to where Rob and I park our cars, because I know for a fact there are mice down there. I picked up the cat and knocked on our door... When Rob answered he just stared at me and the cat and told me to take it back to wherever I found it ha ha. Then I made him pour some milk in a dish for the cat.

Now to the naming of the cat... it was kind of matted and mangy but had a cute face and kind of light brownish greyish fur. I told my mom and Rob I'd call it Smokeycause it was a smokey color you see. Then Robi piped up and says "how about, in the honor of the late cat mocha, you name this one Smocha?" Me and the Mitz loved it. So now I pretend I have a stray cat named Smocha. I tried to get Robi to take a picture of me holding it but he wouldn't... I'll try to get a picture if I ever see little Smocha again.