Today was pretty good. Me and the parents went to the temple and then out to eat at pappasitos (sp?) which was pretty good. Then it was home to watch BYU kill Wyoming at the Marriot-way good game, esp. for Fredette-man that guy was on fire! Watching the game with my dad and mom present is always bound to be quite entertaining between my dad yelling at the consistant "eh" members of the team and praising Fredette and cummard etc. Of course meanwhile mom is telling me which ones are dateable depending on how good they are-so dad will like them. (of course i'm joking mom-cause i know you'll read this and comment saying you were just joking)
all and all it was quite amusing, except for the fact that I have this killer tight/knot thing in my neck/shoulder and I can't really make sudden movements without it acting up, sheesh....i don't care if they're real doctors or not I need a chiropractor (sp?). whatever will get me loosened up. What else.... o yea!
So I received quite the shock when I logged on to facebook to see:
"Whitney richards is in a relationship" Instantly I thought it was some kind of prank=someone logged onto my account somehow and changed it to give me a scare (because as we all know- once it's on facebook it's the real deal). But no, i discovered that I have a clone on facebook-she's slightly older and I don't know much else, but it will be easy to tell us apart-further motivation to stay single to make it easier for all of you 8)
Well, I start my new job on Monday-woohoo! it'll be interesting to have something to do all day long-and it will help me stay awake after early morning scripture study with the fam and have plenty of time for my personal study. Structure is my friend at this point.
And...um...I know that you all have much busier lives than me at this point but please make efforts to write in your blogs-with some of you it's the only contact I've got!
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
high blue blood pressure
Oh man...here it comes, here comes the ulcer-not sure what's bringing it on, the fact that I've managed to eat out everyday-none of it planned by me, or the killer game I just watched. GEEZ!!! ARGH!
sigh
so it was an amazing game and pretty much the whole time we were on top of the "running utes" (this mascot/title bugs me more and more-fine, we're now the ....growling cougars, look, we can do it to but anyway...) and we went into overtime and it was even tic for tac until around a minute left and they pulled away and there were some dumb mistakes on our part and they won it. If only Tavenari (sp?) was on his game the whole time and not just the end, and if only Miles could make his free throws. O well, it was a good game/very intense/entertaining and evenly matched.
I need to watch some everwood or something to calm me down so i can sleep.
In other news I seemed to make some headway on Claire de Lune (learning it on the piano) and got the new fallout boy cd-not bad...each album is that much more different-it's just so different from where they started and I'm curious if they really are wanting to or if corporate is controlling the strings...also curious if they still are writing everything etc....would help me accept their new styles easier.
I seemed to have a governmental theme going today: watched Breach and Gaurding Tess-both FBI/CIA type stuff. man...and that guy in breach really looked a lot like him-I guess now he knows he can have a future in hollywood.
g'night
sigh
so it was an amazing game and pretty much the whole time we were on top of the "running utes" (this mascot/title bugs me more and more-fine, we're now the ....growling cougars, look, we can do it to but anyway...) and we went into overtime and it was even tic for tac until around a minute left and they pulled away and there were some dumb mistakes on our part and they won it. If only Tavenari (sp?) was on his game the whole time and not just the end, and if only Miles could make his free throws. O well, it was a good game/very intense/entertaining and evenly matched.
I need to watch some everwood or something to calm me down so i can sleep.
In other news I seemed to make some headway on Claire de Lune (learning it on the piano) and got the new fallout boy cd-not bad...each album is that much more different-it's just so different from where they started and I'm curious if they really are wanting to or if corporate is controlling the strings...also curious if they still are writing everything etc....would help me accept their new styles easier.
I seemed to have a governmental theme going today: watched Breach and Gaurding Tess-both FBI/CIA type stuff. man...and that guy in breach really looked a lot like him-I guess now he knows he can have a future in hollywood.
g'night
Monday, January 26, 2009
what happened that day
I miss it. I miss it really bad...and I can't decide what exactly I miss-pin it down but I know I do. It's like this annoying nagging thought that is just distantly in the back of my mind but every now and then it comes to the fore front and my heart aches.
It's just hard imagining doing something that would bring as much joy as that brought me...so what does that mean-i have to lower my standards of joy that i wanna feel? sadly no, it means i can't be lazy or slack off but work harder than ever before to find ways to serve and get that same joy- atleast before I was ignorant of it and had somewhat bliss, but now i know better and can't go back.
transitions are fun.
I told my fam the "story" that everyone was freaking out about so I guess I'll just write it down here though it's much easier to tell so I don't know if it'll be undertsandable.
a long story short we were attacked while knocking in Rostov. Now it's not as bad as it sounds. Basically this crazy guy started yelling at us and so we crossed the street and started walking back the way we had come cause there were some taxi drivers having a break and the guy followed us and my comp looked back and said: oh my gosh he's running after us, we better run. So she took off and I couldn't just stand there so I ran the best I could after her (terrible shoes-remind me to sue sister missionary mall-NOT GOOD if you go to a DANGEROUS mission-you need tennis shoes made to look like dress shoes, but anyway)
so we're running and this guy is amazingly fast and quickly catches up with me-i heard him close behind me and thought of all those movies you see when a guy is chasing a girl and wondering/just waiting what would happen next-i didnt' remember what normally happened in those movies...prolly some hidden hero came bounding out and saved them, but anyway I don't really know what happened but apparently my comp later told me that she looked back and said he grabbed me/picked me up or something cause my feet weren't touching the ground and then dropped me/pushed me, something-anyway, i was down-all too fast to realize what happened and he continued after her (the whole time he's yelling at us to stop and asking who we are etc) so my comp knows he'll catch up with her so she whirls around and yells at him (in english) don't you dare touch me-pointing her finger at him and he grabs her wrist and whirls her around pulling her to the ground and goes down with her. by this time I had gotten up and ran after him and started yelling at him to get off her-luckily by running we were close to where the taxi drivers heard and came over and got them up-not that he was even trying to do anything once he pulled her down, just holding her wrist (i told ya-crazy) meanwhile she's scratching the heck out of his hand causing him to bleed and they finally get him to let go. By this time the adrenaline or a lil shock or something was starting to get to me and it was hard to breathe and I started to cry but my comp was great and explained the situation to them and they told us to go home and that they'd keep the guy away from us.
We weren't hurt at all-barely any scratches and walked home-the only fall out being that we didn't return to this area to knock-which is sad cause it was such a big area, and for a few days we felt really vulnerable/nervous in the evenings-this happened around dusk.
No biggie tho-just filled out an incident report and that was that.
hahahahaha, man just the irony hit me- i'm sitting here feeling homesick for all that....what you've expected all a long is true-i'm crazy.
sigh....either way i miss all of it and def feel like i left a lil part of me in russia and i can def feel the hole it left.
o well, shant dwell, it'll pass-it'll get easier when i start working
I remember we were talking with sister cameron once in the office and she had read an article in the new era or something about sister missionaries in georgia that wrote how it was so hard but then she read scriptures about alma and the sons of mosiah and all the deprevations they went through etc and then she said, well at least i haven't been beaten, put into prison etc, and sister cameron was so funny-she got so mad and emotional saying: i want to write them a letter, write that sister a letter saying: you don't know what hard is- i know missionaries who go out and get spit on, beat, put in prison and they still go out everyday smiling and trying to share the gospel. etc she then commented on a recently returned missionary that wrote her saying how much he missed all the persecution-it let him know that what he was doing was right/reinforced that he was on the right track, and now it was too easy/easy to get lazy etc. I kinda understand that now. There is a quiet satisfaction in the back of your mind when you're getting persecute knowing for what name you're enduring it etc, knowing that someday it'll all be made right and learning how to feel charity for them anyway-seeing how God sees etc...
without all that tension etc...it's easy to become weak/without the opposing forces etc. Have to find the way to actively work these muscles.
man I love my mission-always did, but didnt' know how much til it was gone.
It's just hard imagining doing something that would bring as much joy as that brought me...so what does that mean-i have to lower my standards of joy that i wanna feel? sadly no, it means i can't be lazy or slack off but work harder than ever before to find ways to serve and get that same joy- atleast before I was ignorant of it and had somewhat bliss, but now i know better and can't go back.
transitions are fun.
I told my fam the "story" that everyone was freaking out about so I guess I'll just write it down here though it's much easier to tell so I don't know if it'll be undertsandable.
a long story short we were attacked while knocking in Rostov. Now it's not as bad as it sounds. Basically this crazy guy started yelling at us and so we crossed the street and started walking back the way we had come cause there were some taxi drivers having a break and the guy followed us and my comp looked back and said: oh my gosh he's running after us, we better run. So she took off and I couldn't just stand there so I ran the best I could after her (terrible shoes-remind me to sue sister missionary mall-NOT GOOD if you go to a DANGEROUS mission-you need tennis shoes made to look like dress shoes, but anyway)
so we're running and this guy is amazingly fast and quickly catches up with me-i heard him close behind me and thought of all those movies you see when a guy is chasing a girl and wondering/just waiting what would happen next-i didnt' remember what normally happened in those movies...prolly some hidden hero came bounding out and saved them, but anyway I don't really know what happened but apparently my comp later told me that she looked back and said he grabbed me/picked me up or something cause my feet weren't touching the ground and then dropped me/pushed me, something-anyway, i was down-all too fast to realize what happened and he continued after her (the whole time he's yelling at us to stop and asking who we are etc) so my comp knows he'll catch up with her so she whirls around and yells at him (in english) don't you dare touch me-pointing her finger at him and he grabs her wrist and whirls her around pulling her to the ground and goes down with her. by this time I had gotten up and ran after him and started yelling at him to get off her-luckily by running we were close to where the taxi drivers heard and came over and got them up-not that he was even trying to do anything once he pulled her down, just holding her wrist (i told ya-crazy) meanwhile she's scratching the heck out of his hand causing him to bleed and they finally get him to let go. By this time the adrenaline or a lil shock or something was starting to get to me and it was hard to breathe and I started to cry but my comp was great and explained the situation to them and they told us to go home and that they'd keep the guy away from us.
We weren't hurt at all-barely any scratches and walked home-the only fall out being that we didn't return to this area to knock-which is sad cause it was such a big area, and for a few days we felt really vulnerable/nervous in the evenings-this happened around dusk.
No biggie tho-just filled out an incident report and that was that.
hahahahaha, man just the irony hit me- i'm sitting here feeling homesick for all that....what you've expected all a long is true-i'm crazy.
sigh....either way i miss all of it and def feel like i left a lil part of me in russia and i can def feel the hole it left.
o well, shant dwell, it'll pass-it'll get easier when i start working
I remember we were talking with sister cameron once in the office and she had read an article in the new era or something about sister missionaries in georgia that wrote how it was so hard but then she read scriptures about alma and the sons of mosiah and all the deprevations they went through etc and then she said, well at least i haven't been beaten, put into prison etc, and sister cameron was so funny-she got so mad and emotional saying: i want to write them a letter, write that sister a letter saying: you don't know what hard is- i know missionaries who go out and get spit on, beat, put in prison and they still go out everyday smiling and trying to share the gospel. etc she then commented on a recently returned missionary that wrote her saying how much he missed all the persecution-it let him know that what he was doing was right/reinforced that he was on the right track, and now it was too easy/easy to get lazy etc. I kinda understand that now. There is a quiet satisfaction in the back of your mind when you're getting persecute knowing for what name you're enduring it etc, knowing that someday it'll all be made right and learning how to feel charity for them anyway-seeing how God sees etc...
without all that tension etc...it's easy to become weak/without the opposing forces etc. Have to find the way to actively work these muscles.
man I love my mission-always did, but didnt' know how much til it was gone.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
"she finally did it.....she's a basket weaver"
What a great day!
So Sara and Justin came and it was great to see them 8) then at church allison and her fam also came so that was cool. Me and mom gave talks and it went well-I was really happy that my prayers were answered and once I was up there I wasn't as nervous as I thought I'd be and it was actually sort of enjoyable-i know crazy.
In Relief Society sister Pabst did the lesson on hope and it was SUCH a great lesson-really felt the spirit strong and it was really interesting to think about. I love her so much-was such a great leader and has such a fun energy that just makes everyone around her feel like they're important and interesting so naturally everyone loves being around her.
we played rook tonight and were slaughtered-the highlight being that i picked the music we listened to as we played and i felt like a kid in a candy shop with all these Moжнo cds. I picked Les Mes, Guys and Dolls, Pirates of Pinzans, a mix cd of piano sonatas etc, and...billy joel. It was a good night 8)
I also called the grandparents and checked in which was good. I must say I love that my grandparents aren't huge phone talkers-if you know anything about the richards' family you know this is genetic and was passed on (esp. to dad and eric) I can talk if it's the right person, but normally you won't find me on the phone chatting for hours. If I've ever talked with whoever is reading this for more than an hour-don't worry, it means I was sincerely interested seeing as if I wasn't I'd never engage in more than a five minute conversation etc.
We watched errand of angels. I good movie-at least more realistic than the best two years but I kept thinking they were trying to make it look like it was being filmed in the early 90s or something....maybe that's just their style today...shrug...
*yawn* I think I'm gonna hit the hay.
So Sara and Justin came and it was great to see them 8) then at church allison and her fam also came so that was cool. Me and mom gave talks and it went well-I was really happy that my prayers were answered and once I was up there I wasn't as nervous as I thought I'd be and it was actually sort of enjoyable-i know crazy.
In Relief Society sister Pabst did the lesson on hope and it was SUCH a great lesson-really felt the spirit strong and it was really interesting to think about. I love her so much-was such a great leader and has such a fun energy that just makes everyone around her feel like they're important and interesting so naturally everyone loves being around her.
we played rook tonight and were slaughtered-the highlight being that i picked the music we listened to as we played and i felt like a kid in a candy shop with all these Moжнo cds. I picked Les Mes, Guys and Dolls, Pirates of Pinzans, a mix cd of piano sonatas etc, and...billy joel. It was a good night 8)
I also called the grandparents and checked in which was good. I must say I love that my grandparents aren't huge phone talkers-if you know anything about the richards' family you know this is genetic and was passed on (esp. to dad and eric) I can talk if it's the right person, but normally you won't find me on the phone chatting for hours. If I've ever talked with whoever is reading this for more than an hour-don't worry, it means I was sincerely interested seeing as if I wasn't I'd never engage in more than a five minute conversation etc.
We watched errand of angels. I good movie-at least more realistic than the best two years but I kept thinking they were trying to make it look like it was being filmed in the early 90s or something....maybe that's just their style today...shrug...
*yawn* I think I'm gonna hit the hay.
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