Name this famous book:
"Summer was on the way; Jem and I waited it with impatience. Summer was our best season; it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the treehouse; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape; but most of all, summer was Dill." (ok, totally gave it away with the names)
Work was a lil more hoppin' than normal what with Doug back and I was never really on kid detail. They leave tomorrow for Jamaica and mon-wed it'll just be me keeping busy=bored.
Needless to say I'm looking forward to next weekend for many different reasons.
1. Because i'll get to see the people that mean the most to me and i haven't seen them in a long time
2. I get to go on a plane ride/travel alone (actually kinda like it-a good opportunity for contemplating/listening to the ol' ipod)
3. break from work
4. will be some interesting observing opportunities
5. Maybe I'll get to see snow
6. I get to wear my russian coat (don't get excited-it's not fur or nice....now that i've worn it for the past two winters, but it'll be familiar and nice)
7. I'm gonna get my fill of farm things....apparently living in texas the past 13 years hasn't managed it yet.
I babysat tonight for a fam in the ward-perfect and sweet kids-man what a great, easy way to make some extra cash. Sometimes I wonder if I'm completely socially adled that I'd be satisfied to just work, baby sit random nights, and go to church until the fall. No more, no less. I'm sure I won't always feel this way but it's enough at this point. O yes, and the occasional "humbling" with my younger brother which is code for ping pong (and when I say humbling I mean my massacring him-it's almost not enjoyable anymore....notice i said almost.)
Ok, so what you've all been waiting for-random tangent time. So, don't ask me what made me think of this but all of the sudden I was thinking of a certain conversation that I always somehow find myself in with guys-whether it's someone I dated or just a group of them hanging out etc. I suddenly realized how much I despise this conversation and how often it seems to happen to me and now-that i've realized i despise it, almost wish i could find myself in the same situation again so i could speak my mind and not sit silently obviously bothered by it. So the conversation starts out with: "so...what's the worst thing you've ever done/ or biggest rule you've broken" or something along those lines-you get the point of it. Not necessarily talking about- bishop interview type stuff just.....trying to prove to each other that....actually, i don't even know. One of the reasons I hate this turn of conversation-i normally always end up thinking less of the people that share and it's not why you think. It's not because they admit to something and I realize they have a past/aren't perfect (what a shocker) but it's how they view their actions/mistakes-how they see it in a glorified light now, like they have cool experience points now because they screwed up in the past-and if you don't have some kind of serious thing to admit to they instantly seem to know you. Get this knowing look in their eyes and just kind of laugh at you through their tone: what, you can't think of anything?? i bet you've never done anything close to being bad etc. Suddenly you're considered this innocent and naive (i still don't know why these two words get lumped together) like the girl from a walk to remember or something. If you manage to drag something out of your memory you remember it and feel guilty for it again, and if you can't everyone makes it out to be a bad thing (prolly just to make themselves feel better) leaving you feeling alienated from the group so no matter what, you're not bound to get warm fuzzies from the convo. First of all, if I had done something-why would I tell you about it? Who are you to me? What's the purpose? What does it prove? I just hate these conversations....it just feels so....juvenile.
I warned you; you can't complain-i said it was a random tangent.
Anyway...and now I almost hope for some sort of attempt to start one of these convos so I can stop it before it even begins or atleast tell them to invite me back in the convo when it gets interesting again.
eh, I think too much sometimes. Seriously, barely anything worth mentioning happens and my mind just clamps down on it and it fills my thoughts all day long and I'm glad that people can't read my mind-they would be like...are you still thinking about that?! get over it! haha
Friday, February 27, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
вот ето да!
я училась как писать на русском! ну....дела втом что я не имею писать очен хорошо....толка гаварить....ну что делать? 8)
I am Happy.
I am Happy because my employer totally answered my prayers.
She told me about some brown skirts she saw at Kohl's and it's conveniently 10 min from where i work and i went and found a skirt that i can live with-yea!!!! nad a few cute other things-i've never shopped at Kohl's before but...i have to say i am impressed...
So that is my main highlight....the other is a lil less important but I finally got this song at the end of the second narnia movie: " the call" which i'm obsessed with at the moment-check it out and switchfoot's this is home isn't too bad either.
I saw this movie a few weeks before I left the mish and that's when I heard this song for the first time and it rang pretty true to me as I as gettin ready to leave and not wanting to etc. plus...it's pretty and has a unique sound.
It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word
And then that word grew louder and louder
Til it was a battle cry
I'll come back
When you call me
No need to say goodbye
Just because everything's changing
Doesn't mean it's never
Been this way before
All you can do is try to know
Who your friends are
As you head off to the war
Pick a star on the dark horizon
And follow the light
You'll come back
When it's over
No need to say good bye
You'll come back
When it's over
No need to say good bye
Now we're back to the beginning
It's just a feeling and no one knows yet
But just because they can't feel it too
Doesn't mean that you have to forget
Let your memories grow stronger and stronger
Til they're before your eyes
You'll come back
When they call you
No need to say good bye
You'll come back
When they call you
No need to say good bye
Is it sad that those are the big news of my day? ........o yea, and i forgot......
i uh.........found the cure to aids and all known cancers.....
so.... ya know.....
a pretty productive day.
I am Happy.
I am Happy because my employer totally answered my prayers.
She told me about some brown skirts she saw at Kohl's and it's conveniently 10 min from where i work and i went and found a skirt that i can live with-yea!!!! nad a few cute other things-i've never shopped at Kohl's before but...i have to say i am impressed...
So that is my main highlight....the other is a lil less important but I finally got this song at the end of the second narnia movie: " the call" which i'm obsessed with at the moment-check it out and switchfoot's this is home isn't too bad either.
I saw this movie a few weeks before I left the mish and that's when I heard this song for the first time and it rang pretty true to me as I as gettin ready to leave and not wanting to etc. plus...it's pretty and has a unique sound.
It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word
And then that word grew louder and louder
Til it was a battle cry
I'll come back
When you call me
No need to say goodbye
Just because everything's changing
Doesn't mean it's never
Been this way before
All you can do is try to know
Who your friends are
As you head off to the war
Pick a star on the dark horizon
And follow the light
You'll come back
When it's over
No need to say good bye
You'll come back
When it's over
No need to say good bye
Now we're back to the beginning
It's just a feeling and no one knows yet
But just because they can't feel it too
Doesn't mean that you have to forget
Let your memories grow stronger and stronger
Til they're before your eyes
You'll come back
When they call you
No need to say good bye
You'll come back
When they call you
No need to say good bye
Is it sad that those are the big news of my day? ........o yea, and i forgot......
i uh.........found the cure to aids and all known cancers.....
so.... ya know.....
a pretty productive day.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
rise and shout
whew.......it was one of those games where you are frustrated and dissapointed practically the whole game and then they turned it all around at the end to where we are leading and it looks like we'll win and yet you still find yourself feeling frustrated just cause you haven't had time to change your moods. A win is a win as dad likes to say so we'll take it. They just better rest up and come out strong against utah on saturday, well it'll be home so that will help.
It was funny, well....kinda...the SDSU fans were dressed up in white shirts and ties and fake tags with bicycle helmets etc trying to mock the missionaries etc....but it's ironic cause any decent person would see how bad they look for doing that and the joke ends up being on them. First of all, they lost, but second of all....this is a basketball game and you're gonna make jabs at our religion??? i dunno, just seems out of place and it only happens with us- i don't remember seeing fans some how making fun of the catholics when notre dame plays or....i dunno, when texas christian university plays....shrug, don't get it. Of course if you've ever served a mission, been in close contact with missionaries-yea they may have the same clothes on but the difference is blaringly obvious. (I was happy when they lost so I could say: good, now go home and take off your fake tags).
anywho, if we can beat utah we'll be in pretty good shape for the conference.
what else happened....i was gonna write about something in particular....hmmm....
o well, couldn't have been that important. o yea! so a fun fact for the few that care= hartsock (on the bball team) who did really well this game with rebounds, and plays-our family knows his family, both lived in bartlesville oklahoma back in the day-they have a bunch of boys and they're all really big like that.
It was funny, well....kinda...the SDSU fans were dressed up in white shirts and ties and fake tags with bicycle helmets etc trying to mock the missionaries etc....but it's ironic cause any decent person would see how bad they look for doing that and the joke ends up being on them. First of all, they lost, but second of all....this is a basketball game and you're gonna make jabs at our religion??? i dunno, just seems out of place and it only happens with us- i don't remember seeing fans some how making fun of the catholics when notre dame plays or....i dunno, when texas christian university plays....shrug, don't get it. Of course if you've ever served a mission, been in close contact with missionaries-yea they may have the same clothes on but the difference is blaringly obvious. (I was happy when they lost so I could say: good, now go home and take off your fake tags).
anywho, if we can beat utah we'll be in pretty good shape for the conference.
what else happened....i was gonna write about something in particular....hmmm....
o well, couldn't have been that important. o yea! so a fun fact for the few that care= hartsock (on the bball team) who did really well this game with rebounds, and plays-our family knows his family, both lived in bartlesville oklahoma back in the day-they have a bunch of boys and they're all really big like that.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
drip....drip....drip.....
You know the chinese water torture? I'm sure after a few hours the drops of water just feel like hammers hitting into your head and that's the kind of headache I have right now, but dont' worry, every now and a again it turns into a dull over-all ache so it gives me a breather.
Today, only one...ok, two good things happened. First thing: Did a session at the temple, Second: chatted with Marls (i'm trying out different nick names, trying to see something that will stick-it still takes everything I am to not type King.)
The rest of the day only added to the pounding that I'm enjoying now.
After the temple we went straight two willowbrook mall (well...if you use straight loosely-i HATE GPS devices!) and we unsuccessfully searched for a skirt for the wedding, then we went to memorial city mall which is really big and nothing there either. We had to have looked for 6 hours and nothing-this is why I hate shopping for clothes, right here: you have to invest so much time, and it's possible that you get nothing and it'll all have been a waste, plus the crowds of people, loud music in the stores, and over powering perfumes in dillards/macey's etc, plus just being surrounded with all that worldliness-sheesh...i think i'll have a lower tolerance for the mall scene for the rest of my life, not that it's a bad thing just...it really erks me now.
Sorry you're getting a vent blog-just the headache pounding.
Plus to make matters worse, BYU lost to UNLV by one and they're the most annoying to me second only to utah. Argh. What the heck happened to Jimmer huh?! Where did he go-i remember when it didnt' matter where he was, three pointers, in the paint/outside the paint, going through their defense for the lay-up like it was nothing-wasn't a question with him/ you knew it was going to go in. Now....sigh, shan't dwell.
Moving on....
I really respect Emry-really sacrifices himself for the team-got hit in the temple with a stray elbow tonight drawing some blood-he is all patched up and still playing and making plays. It was just the other day when he was playing really well and I randomly thought: hey....emry (or emory/emery?) could be a cool girl's name right? i mean...you could call her "em" "emmy" whatever/ and it's unusual and for some reason it just reminds me of ireland-don't know why, maybe cause it's close to emerald (emerald isle) anyway.......don't ask me why but I'm always trying to think of cool/unique names and it's always for girls-I seem to be not as opinionated when it comes to boy names...afton was another one i was thinking of thanks to a nickel creek song....
anyway, sorry-random tangent (from basketball to baby names-that's what is great about being a girl-get the whole spectrum 8)
anyway, I have one other thing adding to my headache and it's prolly the most important, and no idea how to deal with it-that is, if there is something truly serious to deal with....argh, frustrating.
o yea, and steve (my lil bro) got in to the Y but has to go summer term if he wants in fall-congrats! Would be cool to have one more familiar face on campus (not much of those, haha)
anywho
I'm gonna go try and sleep this off.
o yea! also watched rear window for the first time tonight-was pretty good....but i like wait until dark better.
Today, only one...ok, two good things happened. First thing: Did a session at the temple, Second: chatted with Marls (i'm trying out different nick names, trying to see something that will stick-it still takes everything I am to not type King.)
The rest of the day only added to the pounding that I'm enjoying now.
After the temple we went straight two willowbrook mall (well...if you use straight loosely-i HATE GPS devices!) and we unsuccessfully searched for a skirt for the wedding, then we went to memorial city mall which is really big and nothing there either. We had to have looked for 6 hours and nothing-this is why I hate shopping for clothes, right here: you have to invest so much time, and it's possible that you get nothing and it'll all have been a waste, plus the crowds of people, loud music in the stores, and over powering perfumes in dillards/macey's etc, plus just being surrounded with all that worldliness-sheesh...i think i'll have a lower tolerance for the mall scene for the rest of my life, not that it's a bad thing just...it really erks me now.
Sorry you're getting a vent blog-just the headache pounding.
Plus to make matters worse, BYU lost to UNLV by one and they're the most annoying to me second only to utah. Argh. What the heck happened to Jimmer huh?! Where did he go-i remember when it didnt' matter where he was, three pointers, in the paint/outside the paint, going through their defense for the lay-up like it was nothing-wasn't a question with him/ you knew it was going to go in. Now....sigh, shan't dwell.
Moving on....
I really respect Emry-really sacrifices himself for the team-got hit in the temple with a stray elbow tonight drawing some blood-he is all patched up and still playing and making plays. It was just the other day when he was playing really well and I randomly thought: hey....emry (or emory/emery?) could be a cool girl's name right? i mean...you could call her "em" "emmy" whatever/ and it's unusual and for some reason it just reminds me of ireland-don't know why, maybe cause it's close to emerald (emerald isle) anyway.......don't ask me why but I'm always trying to think of cool/unique names and it's always for girls-I seem to be not as opinionated when it comes to boy names...afton was another one i was thinking of thanks to a nickel creek song....
anyway, sorry-random tangent (from basketball to baby names-that's what is great about being a girl-get the whole spectrum 8)
anyway, I have one other thing adding to my headache and it's prolly the most important, and no idea how to deal with it-that is, if there is something truly serious to deal with....argh, frustrating.
o yea, and steve (my lil bro) got in to the Y but has to go summer term if he wants in fall-congrats! Would be cool to have one more familiar face on campus (not much of those, haha)
anywho
I'm gonna go try and sleep this off.
o yea! also watched rear window for the first time tonight-was pretty good....but i like wait until dark better.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
While you were sleeping
I forgot how good of a movie this is-honestly really funny....and for a chick flick it's more of a comedy than a chick flick. "remember the squirrels? I knocked them out of thier nest with a rock.....and then i saved them" "Peter......ewww..."
hahaha oh man....some good stuff......"these potatoes are so creamy...."
Work is going good still-we shoudl be in the official office any day which will be good and bad....good cause we can get a lot more done etc, but bad cause their home is well...homey, and everynow and then you get a break, offered a snack or I get to play with their baby elsa-aww...i'll miss her....we've gotten used to each other this past month....o well, i'll babysit....
hmm...what else....
I'm not sure how many people know this but really I hate shopping....for clothes that is-i don't mind music/movie/book shopping, just clothes....which is ironic since, like most girls, I like clothes-fun to get a new wardrobe, and yet the getting it part I can't stand. So I found myself in the mall tonight rushing from store to store trying to find my outfit for the upcoming wedding. In an hour I found the top and shoes-both cute enough, not anything amazingly fancy but it'll do, but that stupid skirt is eluding me.....this is Houston. Have you ever tried to find a modest skirt in Houston???? it's not exactly easy. I mean, it's February and I can't find a lot of long skirts etc....you'd think it would be easy to find black/brown/ dark winter colors but no, suddenly it's summer with all the color they've got going on in there.....sheesh....
o well....i still have a lil' time to find it...
So I randomly got this site from Justin and I have to say I was thoroughly entertained-actually kinda good music and I love how it ends-shrug, take a look:
http://drhorrible.com/mushortio.html
I've listened to Snow Patrol's "run" about a hundred times today-i love it so much...i can't believe i loved chasing cars more than this-it's totally better! check it out.
also, randomly: so with my job I'm always looking up info about different dentists around Texas on databases etc. So I found some humerous names:
Chu, My Dung T. (this is not a joke-seriously a name)
Dr. Diggles (bet ya he's pedo)
and finally today: Dr. Butcher (wow....he was brave)
hahaha oh man....some good stuff......"these potatoes are so creamy...."
Work is going good still-we shoudl be in the official office any day which will be good and bad....good cause we can get a lot more done etc, but bad cause their home is well...homey, and everynow and then you get a break, offered a snack or I get to play with their baby elsa-aww...i'll miss her....we've gotten used to each other this past month....o well, i'll babysit....
hmm...what else....
I'm not sure how many people know this but really I hate shopping....for clothes that is-i don't mind music/movie/book shopping, just clothes....which is ironic since, like most girls, I like clothes-fun to get a new wardrobe, and yet the getting it part I can't stand. So I found myself in the mall tonight rushing from store to store trying to find my outfit for the upcoming wedding. In an hour I found the top and shoes-both cute enough, not anything amazingly fancy but it'll do, but that stupid skirt is eluding me.....this is Houston. Have you ever tried to find a modest skirt in Houston???? it's not exactly easy. I mean, it's February and I can't find a lot of long skirts etc....you'd think it would be easy to find black/brown/ dark winter colors but no, suddenly it's summer with all the color they've got going on in there.....sheesh....
o well....i still have a lil' time to find it...
So I randomly got this site from Justin and I have to say I was thoroughly entertained-actually kinda good music and I love how it ends-shrug, take a look:
http://drhorrible.com/mushortio.html
I've listened to Snow Patrol's "run" about a hundred times today-i love it so much...i can't believe i loved chasing cars more than this-it's totally better! check it out.
also, randomly: so with my job I'm always looking up info about different dentists around Texas on databases etc. So I found some humerous names:
Chu, My Dung T. (this is not a joke-seriously a name)
Dr. Diggles (bet ya he's pedo)
and finally today: Dr. Butcher (wow....he was brave)
Saturday, February 14, 2009
the cost of 4 packages from Dell......a dead cat and a headache.
What a weekend....if I was going for restful I did not achieve my goal. Friday right after work I went over to Allison's and watched the kids-everythign went smoothly, just was tired. Then I slept in this morning causing us to miss the ten o'clock session at the temple so we just did some other stuff and the one other bright spot of the day: went to the nauvoo book store and I got some new books-discourse of Brigham Young, and teachings of the prophet Joseph Smith, the Mountain of the Lord dvd-really grew to like it a lot in the MTC, and a cool new journal which prolly won't get written in for another 6 months/ to a year since I haven't started in the journal that mom got me for christmas. Anyway, after all that, we ate out at some chinese resteraunt-not bad.
Then I went over to my boss' house to babysit while they had a late valentine's lunch. Everything was going ok at first. A package guy came by with a bunch of stuff from dell for the new office we'll be moving into next week and I knew I had to sign the package, otherwise he wouldn't leave the stuff there and we need these to get started. The problem lying in that they have two big dogs that were going nuts at this guy. So I managed to go outside and close the door to sign his thing etc and waited til he was gone before i opened the door again and they were calm. I moved the packages inside being careful to be between them and the door, but I must have not been as careful after the last package because they hadn't made any attempt so far to get out and I didn't close the door right away. Daisy-the younger of the two, shot outside with timmy following behind. They don't have collars or any identification making catching them really hard-nothing to hold on to. So I run after them/yelling at htem and they take off down the culdesac and are in some neighbor's garage sniffing around. I could see really quickly that yelling at them didn't do anything-they obviously do not feel the need to answer to me and ran to another house and the gate was open, so they ran back there-i'm only thinking (what if they hurt a kid or get hit by a car etc and all the trouble they would be in because I didn't close the door fast enough. So I'm chasing unsuccessfully and finally give up and call my boss for help. He said that this happens sometimes and I just need to get some deli meat and their leashes and lure them into the house etc. By the time I got back outside they weren't there anymore but I heard barking on the next street over so I took off after them and saw timmy's tail behind some bushes by the porch of one house. As I got closer I realized that Daisy was biting something....
a CAT! She was shaking it like crazy and I started freaking out and yelling at her at the top of my lungs and she took off away from the cat but it was obvious that it was already dead. I don't remember how but Daisy got a hold of it again and took off with it back towards our street and all I'm thinking is-we're so dead. These people are going to freak out and order that the dog be put down and their lil daughter will be traumatized for life and WHY does this always happen to me when I'm baby sitting! (and by "this" i dont' mean crazed dogs killing cats, but just bad luck)
So I call them back and say: sorry, but you guys have to come home now, daisy killed a cat.
I won't lie, the whole time I was praying for help cause as I'm chasing these dogs around there's a five year old and an 8 month old unsupervised in the house (of course the baby was in a bouncy chair-stationary and the five year old watching her but still). Five minutes later a car pulls in the driveway but it wasn't my boss-it was actually a young couple i recognized from the ward that happned to stop by to drop off some valentine's day cookies (coincidence? i think not)
So at this point daisy is chewing on the cat in the neighbor's yard (i didn't approach cause everytime daisy ran further) they helped me get the dogs in the back yard and put the cat (which didn't have collar/identification-hopefully a stray?) in a garbage bag in the garage and waited for them to get back-direct answer to my prayers.
They were really cool about it and didn't blame me-actually were worried that i'd feel bad etc. The rest of the night went fine but man....that dog....i don't think she'll ever work her way out of the dog house with me (no pun intended)
sorry to all you cat lovers....I would say: no cats were harmed in the making of this but....well, that would be a down right lie.
i'm wiped out and need to get up early tomorrow to go over my lesson so i think i'll call it a night. And who said baby sitting wasn't exciting???
i also feel like i have no time at all because i got like 4/5 new books today and want to read all of them right now, but am too tired, and no time-argh.
i hate that: too many books, too little time.
realizations made today:
1.Amanda went through the temple today!!!! I thought about you as I was there 8) 8) 8) you'll have to call me and tell me how it went
2. A young girl that we found a week or two before i went home (galya) got baptized today!!!!! She is soooo great and golden!!!!!!
3. I've been home from the mish for one month today. um......how?!
Then I went over to my boss' house to babysit while they had a late valentine's lunch. Everything was going ok at first. A package guy came by with a bunch of stuff from dell for the new office we'll be moving into next week and I knew I had to sign the package, otherwise he wouldn't leave the stuff there and we need these to get started. The problem lying in that they have two big dogs that were going nuts at this guy. So I managed to go outside and close the door to sign his thing etc and waited til he was gone before i opened the door again and they were calm. I moved the packages inside being careful to be between them and the door, but I must have not been as careful after the last package because they hadn't made any attempt so far to get out and I didn't close the door right away. Daisy-the younger of the two, shot outside with timmy following behind. They don't have collars or any identification making catching them really hard-nothing to hold on to. So I run after them/yelling at htem and they take off down the culdesac and are in some neighbor's garage sniffing around. I could see really quickly that yelling at them didn't do anything-they obviously do not feel the need to answer to me and ran to another house and the gate was open, so they ran back there-i'm only thinking (what if they hurt a kid or get hit by a car etc and all the trouble they would be in because I didn't close the door fast enough. So I'm chasing unsuccessfully and finally give up and call my boss for help. He said that this happens sometimes and I just need to get some deli meat and their leashes and lure them into the house etc. By the time I got back outside they weren't there anymore but I heard barking on the next street over so I took off after them and saw timmy's tail behind some bushes by the porch of one house. As I got closer I realized that Daisy was biting something....
a CAT! She was shaking it like crazy and I started freaking out and yelling at her at the top of my lungs and she took off away from the cat but it was obvious that it was already dead. I don't remember how but Daisy got a hold of it again and took off with it back towards our street and all I'm thinking is-we're so dead. These people are going to freak out and order that the dog be put down and their lil daughter will be traumatized for life and WHY does this always happen to me when I'm baby sitting! (and by "this" i dont' mean crazed dogs killing cats, but just bad luck)
So I call them back and say: sorry, but you guys have to come home now, daisy killed a cat.
I won't lie, the whole time I was praying for help cause as I'm chasing these dogs around there's a five year old and an 8 month old unsupervised in the house (of course the baby was in a bouncy chair-stationary and the five year old watching her but still). Five minutes later a car pulls in the driveway but it wasn't my boss-it was actually a young couple i recognized from the ward that happned to stop by to drop off some valentine's day cookies (coincidence? i think not)
So at this point daisy is chewing on the cat in the neighbor's yard (i didn't approach cause everytime daisy ran further) they helped me get the dogs in the back yard and put the cat (which didn't have collar/identification-hopefully a stray?) in a garbage bag in the garage and waited for them to get back-direct answer to my prayers.
They were really cool about it and didn't blame me-actually were worried that i'd feel bad etc. The rest of the night went fine but man....that dog....i don't think she'll ever work her way out of the dog house with me (no pun intended)
sorry to all you cat lovers....I would say: no cats were harmed in the making of this but....well, that would be a down right lie.
i'm wiped out and need to get up early tomorrow to go over my lesson so i think i'll call it a night. And who said baby sitting wasn't exciting???
i also feel like i have no time at all because i got like 4/5 new books today and want to read all of them right now, but am too tired, and no time-argh.
i hate that: too many books, too little time.
realizations made today:
1.Amanda went through the temple today!!!! I thought about you as I was there 8) 8) 8) you'll have to call me and tell me how it went
2. A young girl that we found a week or two before i went home (galya) got baptized today!!!!! She is soooo great and golden!!!!!!
3. I've been home from the mish for one month today. um......how?!
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Brightly Wound
I forgot about this song....singing it now is quite the reality check. I hate to admit it but my voice has gotten a lot weaker these past 18 months...I'm not sure why or what happened....but fluidity and flexibility of my voice is slipping away-not to mention range (holy cow). Maybe it's just a matter of practicing-building the muscles back up etc...I just hope it isn't for good. Just the thought of it sucks half of me away-I couldn't imagine living where I didn't feel comfortable singing/enjoying the ease of it-i'm not used to it being work...I'll do all I can and just trust that I won't lose it. Can't lose it. It's not a choice-I won't be one of those people who sits around and listens to old past performances and says-yea, wasn't I good (key word being: WAS) argh.
anyway, new subject. I almost hope something will happen and I won't have to face that situation-it would def keep things simple, not having to get all excited etc...that is to say if I'd even get excited-i dont even know if I would be still. Following? Good. haha
Don't worry-you're not missing much, all unnecessary thoughts.
awww...chris thile-it's been awhile....I love how music can feel like home, ya know? you put on a certain song and it's like you feel like you've found some sense of home and familiarity, like an old friend and it's comforting-you know the melody, the harmonies, the beats, the words and it means something to you. I like the quote from August Rush: "I believe in music like some people believe in fairytales."
So I will be at Amanda's wedding from March 5-7. I'm so excited to help and see everyone! It's kind of nerve racking in a way....don't ask me how, just...we haven't seen each other in a long time (except for Sara) and I always feel like there are these huge expectations or something....of what, I don't know but they're there and I don't know how to meet them. Amanda is so funny....she told me (and the bridesmaid's for that matter) our duties: stand in line, take pictures-enough to fill my ensanely big memory card (oh, and I will), and to dance.
At this point there was a long pause on my end...."uh...Amanda?....do you know who you're talking to?"
I was the Laurel class president and my own girls came and took me against my will to a stake dance cause they took my lack of attendance as a sign of going inactive or something-NO! it's a sign of: I don't dance, the dance floor is NOT my comfort zone. Everything about it is awkward to me-those youth dances, girls standing around the sides of the room waiting to be asked, music that's all romantic etc and yet i'm dancing with some strange kid I just met-doesn't mean anything to me just....not my scene. I guess I feel like that cause dancing (only talking slow dancing here) just seems really meaningful/intimate and yet I always seem to be dancing with some guy I don't know and or don't have feelings for-doesn't feel right ya know? I know I know, I'm over thinking it, just never sat down and wondered why I don't like it besides the fact that I don't know how...
But I will be there and I will do it because I LOVE AMANDA! YES! how bad could it be with all our good friends there anyway. No biggie...no biggie...
and, no, there are not butterflies going in my stomach at the thought of it.....
shut up.
i'm gonna be sick....j/k, j/k
but on a lil more serious note i do need to find an outfit and every weekend seems to be filling quickly with different babysitting gigs/ and I'm trying to go to the temple on saturdays which really takes a chunk out of my day if i dont' get over there earlier enough. O well...I'll find something.
anyway, new subject. I almost hope something will happen and I won't have to face that situation-it would def keep things simple, not having to get all excited etc...that is to say if I'd even get excited-i dont even know if I would be still. Following? Good. haha
Don't worry-you're not missing much, all unnecessary thoughts.
awww...chris thile-it's been awhile....I love how music can feel like home, ya know? you put on a certain song and it's like you feel like you've found some sense of home and familiarity, like an old friend and it's comforting-you know the melody, the harmonies, the beats, the words and it means something to you. I like the quote from August Rush: "I believe in music like some people believe in fairytales."
So I will be at Amanda's wedding from March 5-7. I'm so excited to help and see everyone! It's kind of nerve racking in a way....don't ask me how, just...we haven't seen each other in a long time (except for Sara) and I always feel like there are these huge expectations or something....of what, I don't know but they're there and I don't know how to meet them. Amanda is so funny....she told me (and the bridesmaid's for that matter) our duties: stand in line, take pictures-enough to fill my ensanely big memory card (oh, and I will), and to dance.
At this point there was a long pause on my end...."uh...Amanda?....do you know who you're talking to?"
I was the Laurel class president and my own girls came and took me against my will to a stake dance cause they took my lack of attendance as a sign of going inactive or something-NO! it's a sign of: I don't dance, the dance floor is NOT my comfort zone. Everything about it is awkward to me-those youth dances, girls standing around the sides of the room waiting to be asked, music that's all romantic etc and yet i'm dancing with some strange kid I just met-doesn't mean anything to me just....not my scene. I guess I feel like that cause dancing (only talking slow dancing here) just seems really meaningful/intimate and yet I always seem to be dancing with some guy I don't know and or don't have feelings for-doesn't feel right ya know? I know I know, I'm over thinking it, just never sat down and wondered why I don't like it besides the fact that I don't know how...
But I will be there and I will do it because I LOVE AMANDA! YES! how bad could it be with all our good friends there anyway. No biggie...no biggie...
and, no, there are not butterflies going in my stomach at the thought of it.....
shut up.
i'm gonna be sick....j/k, j/k
but on a lil more serious note i do need to find an outfit and every weekend seems to be filling quickly with different babysitting gigs/ and I'm trying to go to the temple on saturdays which really takes a chunk out of my day if i dont' get over there earlier enough. O well...I'll find something.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Balderdash recap: mayhem ensues...
ok, so tonight was especially hilarious as we played balderdash and I was just so proud of some of the efforts that you now have the joy of reading them too. We have the new one where you can make up movie synopsis based on the title given-seriously the best thing that happened to the game since "Leon Theramin"
All of these were real movie titles
ok..... feel free to write your own synopsis to any of these and make me laugh
"Talk to me"
A mute girl and a shy mime find love in this 1950's classic showing that love is not dependant on the spoken word. (just thought of something better: showing that love is more than words)
-whit
"Rat Fink A Boo-Boo"
This 1920's gangster flick follows the crazy antics of Joe Shmoe as he tries to accomplish his initiation into the mob by black mailing the sultan, but trouble follows at every turn as the stranger in black is always one step ahead.
-whit
(i came up for two on this next one and finally went with the comedy)
"Nice Girls Don't Explode"
See the unpleasant underbelly of the juvenile asylum system as two friends struggle to create real bonds despite anger management problems and bi-polar disorders. This telling tale will force you to face the ugly realities of life.
-whit
OR....
Come along on this explosive comedy as a group of bomb squad drop-outs are forced to take on the diabolical bomber of L.A. when he wipes out the local authorities. Will they save the town in time?
-whit
and now for: "Rattled" (all were good-see if you can't find the theme)
Newlyweds traveling through the Mohabe desert must navigate around killer rattle snakes after their engine over heats and they are forced to travel on foot.
-mom
The world's only anti-venom plant is over run by rattlesnakes. All seems to be lost until "Chuckles" charms them into submission.
-sister schaerrer (sp?)
Two cowboys bringing a herd of cattle cross country, forge a deep if not controversial relationship when one saves the other from a fatal snake bite
-stephen
A shell-shocked war veteran has to learn how to live again as he inherits the baby of a deceased comrade in arms.
-whit
A disgruntled southern soldier decides to take on the north after defeat in the civil war. The magic beans in his pockets make a distinct rattling sound as he sneaks up on his victims, and slits their throats.
-dad
I'm so proud....*tear*
Church was good, spoke in the vietnamese branch as the last speaker cause it took me until that point in the program to find (it was a cool feeling).
All of these were real movie titles
ok..... feel free to write your own synopsis to any of these and make me laugh
"Talk to me"
A mute girl and a shy mime find love in this 1950's classic showing that love is not dependant on the spoken word. (just thought of something better: showing that love is more than words)
-whit
"Rat Fink A Boo-Boo"
This 1920's gangster flick follows the crazy antics of Joe Shmoe as he tries to accomplish his initiation into the mob by black mailing the sultan, but trouble follows at every turn as the stranger in black is always one step ahead.
-whit
(i came up for two on this next one and finally went with the comedy)
"Nice Girls Don't Explode"
See the unpleasant underbelly of the juvenile asylum system as two friends struggle to create real bonds despite anger management problems and bi-polar disorders. This telling tale will force you to face the ugly realities of life.
-whit
OR....
Come along on this explosive comedy as a group of bomb squad drop-outs are forced to take on the diabolical bomber of L.A. when he wipes out the local authorities. Will they save the town in time?
-whit
and now for: "Rattled" (all were good-see if you can't find the theme)
Newlyweds traveling through the Mohabe desert must navigate around killer rattle snakes after their engine over heats and they are forced to travel on foot.
-mom
The world's only anti-venom plant is over run by rattlesnakes. All seems to be lost until "Chuckles" charms them into submission.
-sister schaerrer (sp?)
Two cowboys bringing a herd of cattle cross country, forge a deep if not controversial relationship when one saves the other from a fatal snake bite
-stephen
A shell-shocked war veteran has to learn how to live again as he inherits the baby of a deceased comrade in arms.
-whit
A disgruntled southern soldier decides to take on the north after defeat in the civil war. The magic beans in his pockets make a distinct rattling sound as he sneaks up on his victims, and slits their throats.
-dad
I'm so proud....*tear*
Church was good, spoke in the vietnamese branch as the last speaker cause it took me until that point in the program to find (it was a cool feeling).
Saturday, February 7, 2009
AppleBee's
Was there a specific day we would go there? it seemed we just went there all the time- half off appetizers after nine or something like that...we went there tonight for dinner and it was ok, but provo is better. It was always so fun, going and getting one of the amazing desserts and just chatting etc. I miss it. but I'm happy everyone is doing good and we'll see each other soon enough 8) which reminds me...i need to get going on that dress....hmm...not my fav pass time-searching for modest clothing in Houston, ugh!
I officially finished my first week of work as secretary-I like it so far, I just hope I'll continue to like it when we're in the office-def. won't be as homey as...out of his home.....sheesh.
I'm really wondering how to help fix it...but that's just the problem, it's not my decision. It reminds me of on the mission when President Harrison gave a great thought on Acting and being Acted Upon. It makes no sense to be angry because someone "made" us mad/sad etc because that's impossible. No one can "make" you mad-no one can "make" you anything, only you can. Only you can make that choice-however unconscious-it's a choice, and the more consciously we strive to make our choices and be aware of our decisions then the less likely we will accidentally choose to be mad etc. I think too often people think too much and that's where half of our problems come from. They over think, over analyze everything. They let their situations/environment control and sway them which makes life about a 100x's harder because it's based on something you can't control-an imperfect volatile world. Maybe that's one reason why I'm not the HUGEST fan of philosophy. Don't get me wrong-I like it, and I think a lot of people had a lot of inspired ideas and it's interesting, but....it seems that most of the time they over think and worse than that-they're all leaning on their own understanding which naturally is not complete rather than relying on the spirit. And help lead more people off into strange paths. Anywho, yea for random tangents.
so the moral of the story is:
act and do not be acted upon= happiness in life.
see? you didn't think it was that simple did you? (tsk tsk) over thinkers....
I officially finished my first week of work as secretary-I like it so far, I just hope I'll continue to like it when we're in the office-def. won't be as homey as...out of his home.....sheesh.
I'm really wondering how to help fix it...but that's just the problem, it's not my decision. It reminds me of on the mission when President Harrison gave a great thought on Acting and being Acted Upon. It makes no sense to be angry because someone "made" us mad/sad etc because that's impossible. No one can "make" you mad-no one can "make" you anything, only you can. Only you can make that choice-however unconscious-it's a choice, and the more consciously we strive to make our choices and be aware of our decisions then the less likely we will accidentally choose to be mad etc. I think too often people think too much and that's where half of our problems come from. They over think, over analyze everything. They let their situations/environment control and sway them which makes life about a 100x's harder because it's based on something you can't control-an imperfect volatile world. Maybe that's one reason why I'm not the HUGEST fan of philosophy. Don't get me wrong-I like it, and I think a lot of people had a lot of inspired ideas and it's interesting, but....it seems that most of the time they over think and worse than that-they're all leaning on their own understanding which naturally is not complete rather than relying on the spirit. And help lead more people off into strange paths. Anywho, yea for random tangents.
so the moral of the story is:
act and do not be acted upon= happiness in life.
see? you didn't think it was that simple did you? (tsk tsk) over thinkers....
Monday, February 2, 2009
By small and simple things...
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This is Kostya-was baptized last week and the coolest grandpa you'll ever meet. Ex-rocker, turned mormon he is so funny and always wears those cool suspenders. I really need to write him. The sisters found him through knocking before I got there but I was there on most of the lessons with cecmpa Fourtina-one of my best friends from the mission!.JPG)
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jacked by a hobo with a sock full of nickels
The title actually has nothing to do with my entry-just a hilarious quote from my brother eric when we played balderdash and had to make up movie synopsis. Anywho...
I had a great day. Man what a boring sentence, sorry...I take it back....
ahem, take 2.
It's amazing what a difference structure makes in your life. It's ironic because all the time we talk about how we don't like it-putting your nose to the grind stone etc, and just wanna relax, sleep, do nothing but really it's amazing how fast that gets old and we grow restless-we were never wired to be stagnant-we thrive on progression.
Today was my first day at work-I work as an assistant for a member who has a business that is just in transition from moving from his home to a leased office and one other guy coming in to work for him too. The best I can explain it is that he is a transitional annalyst with dental practices-so he helps dentists sell/buy their practices and through their database of dentists all over the world, writes ads, and gets the right people together to buy/sell etc and does all the paperwork of the process. He's actually a lawyer and has me doing things like changing contracts, merge letters, email, writing ads and posting them on different networks where dentists frequent etc-and when i say he has me do it-i'm just typing whatever he tells me (pretty nice).
um...what else....I liked it-started picking it up, where to go, etc. and his lil girls are soooo cute-they'll prolly use me to babysit sometime for some extra money 8)
Plus it's way close to where we live and for my lunch hour I just go park at church or some other quiet/scenic spot and read/listen to music, just nice and chill.
Tonight we ate at some asian restaraunt and it was good, but i also ate at sonic for lunch since i didn't know what the deal would be for lunch breaks and i'm just quickly ODing on fast food-indigestion is not fun.
As we drove to the restaraunt I was listening to my ipod and thinking about how much less I listen to music after the mish-I still love it and it will prolly pick up a lil bit but I dont' think I'll return to how I was before the mish-if I wasn't talking to someone or doing anything specifically I had earphones in. I just realized the worth of silence every now and then-moderation in all things right? But I was thinking about why people in general liked music and sure each has their own reasoning but...in general I'd say I like it cause it changes the way I see what's going on around me/what i'm experiencing; it's like it makes life special and sentimental like it really is-it's just that we are in it (life) so long we take it for granted/ stop seeing it for what it really is because it's all we know/remember, but if we remembered everything before it we would realize how cool/amazing it is and what it means.
anyway...
i got a present from mom today but i wont' say what cause...it's a guilty pleasure...and i'm embarassed by it but i'll enjoy it all the same 8)
I had a great day. Man what a boring sentence, sorry...I take it back....
ahem, take 2.
It's amazing what a difference structure makes in your life. It's ironic because all the time we talk about how we don't like it-putting your nose to the grind stone etc, and just wanna relax, sleep, do nothing but really it's amazing how fast that gets old and we grow restless-we were never wired to be stagnant-we thrive on progression.
Today was my first day at work-I work as an assistant for a member who has a business that is just in transition from moving from his home to a leased office and one other guy coming in to work for him too. The best I can explain it is that he is a transitional annalyst with dental practices-so he helps dentists sell/buy their practices and through their database of dentists all over the world, writes ads, and gets the right people together to buy/sell etc and does all the paperwork of the process. He's actually a lawyer and has me doing things like changing contracts, merge letters, email, writing ads and posting them on different networks where dentists frequent etc-and when i say he has me do it-i'm just typing whatever he tells me (pretty nice).
um...what else....I liked it-started picking it up, where to go, etc. and his lil girls are soooo cute-they'll prolly use me to babysit sometime for some extra money 8)
Plus it's way close to where we live and for my lunch hour I just go park at church or some other quiet/scenic spot and read/listen to music, just nice and chill.
Tonight we ate at some asian restaraunt and it was good, but i also ate at sonic for lunch since i didn't know what the deal would be for lunch breaks and i'm just quickly ODing on fast food-indigestion is not fun.
As we drove to the restaraunt I was listening to my ipod and thinking about how much less I listen to music after the mish-I still love it and it will prolly pick up a lil bit but I dont' think I'll return to how I was before the mish-if I wasn't talking to someone or doing anything specifically I had earphones in. I just realized the worth of silence every now and then-moderation in all things right? But I was thinking about why people in general liked music and sure each has their own reasoning but...in general I'd say I like it cause it changes the way I see what's going on around me/what i'm experiencing; it's like it makes life special and sentimental like it really is-it's just that we are in it (life) so long we take it for granted/ stop seeing it for what it really is because it's all we know/remember, but if we remembered everything before it we would realize how cool/amazing it is and what it means.
anyway...
i got a present from mom today but i wont' say what cause...it's a guilty pleasure...and i'm embarassed by it but i'll enjoy it all the same 8)
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