Whats this all about? Everyone in the world is depressed. I'm depressed, you're depressed, you're marriage counselor is depressed, that man with the sign on the side of the road is depressed, Bill Gates is depressed and even your cat is depressed.
We are all down in the dumps. Why? Is it because some braniac psych diagnosed us with it. "I am so sad and here's why......" So what? Who really cares besides you? Who doesn't get sad? Who doesn't face disappointment? Someone dies every second. Someone fails a test every 1/2 second. Somebody loses a limb every 1.5 seconds. Get off your rump, unless your part of that latter statistic(if so you can stop reading this), and do something.
Most of the people who are diagnosed with depression are just bored with their lives. Get over it. If you don't like your life then do something about it. I don't like your face so am I going to do something about it? Yes. I am going to chop it off or stick a bag over your head. Take some action, folks.
Of course there are a few exceptions when it comes to depression but YOU are not one of them. Put down this paper, put down your candy bar, put down the hand mirror you carry in your purse and go run a mile or eat a bowl of oatmeal. If you feel sad all the time then go do something about it. Do something that will make you happy. Now I am not saying "go have sex, kill your neighbor, eat a human or drown some kittens" because if those things make you happy then you really have a problem and you probably should keep seeing your psychiatrist or better yet get a straight jacket put on you and watch some Barney.
Instead I am saying that your life is probably lacking something. Now all you have to do is figure out the RIGHT thing to fix it. I know for me I thought it was man. I thought "if I have a hot guy then I will be happy" but that didn't work out. Instead I went and got an ugly one and that made me truly happy.....sike. No I realized that it wasn't a guy I needed. I needed to get in shape physically, mentally and most importantly spiritually.
So I planned an agenda. I slowly forced myself off my rump, backed off from facebook, put down the candy bar and ditched the ugly/hot guy I was planning to ensnare. I began first with the spiritual. I began to read my scriptures EVERY night and prayed all the time. I took my churhc calling more seriously, I took church more seriously and I took life more seriously. After I had ammended that situation and truly began seeing the light I moved onto other aspects of myself to work on. Eating right, exercising and reading books that make me think (no this does not mean Twilight and Harry Potter. My cat could read those they're so simple).
I made goals, I still make goals. I am so far away from being perfect it sometimes makes me cringe but it gives me something to look forward to. Are you depressed? No. Go find purpose for yourself? Forget yourself! Think of others. Find ways to make yourself better in all ways and it won't matter that you get the blues every now and then . You'll know that you will get over them so, move on and DO something. Ditch the psych and get a LIFE!
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Just ten percent.
Its late, should be in bed but I don't want to be. Yep so what do I do when its late, I'm alone and theres nothing on television to crochet to? Apparently we all know now. Yeah, its a little lame but its what I do.
I don't know what to write about but sometimes its just nice to write. I can't believe that I'm going back. I was hoping to go back all beautiful. You know do one of those transformations? Go from caterpillar to butterfly but apparently I will always be a moth...one of those ugly plain brown ones. When you kill them they leave a brown dusting on your hand, not that I would ever kill a moth (ya right, I would in a heartbeat and you would too), but that is the kind I would be.
Ok so I have this notion. Don't make fun of me but I just know it. So we are told that we only use 10% of our brains, right? Well if this is true then what has happened to the other 90 percent? I will tell you. Its being saved. Saved for the next life. Don't ask me how I know it but I do. Do you ever feel like you are missing some emotion, you can't feel enough, feel like you should be able to know something but can't? Do you feel that 90 percent denied? I know that more than 90 percent of my life I have felt mentally retarded and wasn't able to feel as much as I would have liked.
Of course there could be something greatly wrong with me. Maybe I am depressed and don't know it. Hey! Can I get a psych in here? Oh wait they think everyone is depressed, but I digress. This is a topic I will discuss another day.
Right now lets get back to that 90% thing I had going. Sometimes I feel so much emotion I want to explode. There is so much sadness, so much happiness, so much excitement and so much worry. But these moments are short and short lived. They don't last. Why don't we feel strong emotions all the time? Maybe some of us do but that could be because you are using your 10% differently from mine. I put so much of my ten percent into the intellectual--I am a total genious-- that I don't have much space left for emotion.
This of course is very frustrating but it also gives us something to look forward to in the next life. This also provides us for an excuse in difficult situations. "Oh well I got a D on that test because I put so much of my ten percent into feeling" or "I put so much of my ten percent into taking care of this family that I forgot our anniversary."
Now that I have shared this little ingenious insight I would love for you to spread it to the world. I have been using my 10 percent quite well, I think. I came up with this whole elaborate 10 percent thing and I got you to read this whole article so it looks like I WIN!!!!
I don't know what to write about but sometimes its just nice to write. I can't believe that I'm going back. I was hoping to go back all beautiful. You know do one of those transformations? Go from caterpillar to butterfly but apparently I will always be a moth...one of those ugly plain brown ones. When you kill them they leave a brown dusting on your hand, not that I would ever kill a moth (ya right, I would in a heartbeat and you would too), but that is the kind I would be.
Ok so I have this notion. Don't make fun of me but I just know it. So we are told that we only use 10% of our brains, right? Well if this is true then what has happened to the other 90 percent? I will tell you. Its being saved. Saved for the next life. Don't ask me how I know it but I do. Do you ever feel like you are missing some emotion, you can't feel enough, feel like you should be able to know something but can't? Do you feel that 90 percent denied? I know that more than 90 percent of my life I have felt mentally retarded and wasn't able to feel as much as I would have liked.
Of course there could be something greatly wrong with me. Maybe I am depressed and don't know it. Hey! Can I get a psych in here? Oh wait they think everyone is depressed, but I digress. This is a topic I will discuss another day.
Right now lets get back to that 90% thing I had going. Sometimes I feel so much emotion I want to explode. There is so much sadness, so much happiness, so much excitement and so much worry. But these moments are short and short lived. They don't last. Why don't we feel strong emotions all the time? Maybe some of us do but that could be because you are using your 10% differently from mine. I put so much of my ten percent into the intellectual--I am a total genious-- that I don't have much space left for emotion.
This of course is very frustrating but it also gives us something to look forward to in the next life. This also provides us for an excuse in difficult situations. "Oh well I got a D on that test because I put so much of my ten percent into feeling" or "I put so much of my ten percent into taking care of this family that I forgot our anniversary."
Now that I have shared this little ingenious insight I would love for you to spread it to the world. I have been using my 10 percent quite well, I think. I came up with this whole elaborate 10 percent thing and I got you to read this whole article so it looks like I WIN!!!!
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Clean Romantic Fantasies....is there such a thing?
Mmmm what do we find romantic. I went through my mind and pictured romantic, and clean, daydreams. The first time I ever did this was in my second semester of my Sophomore year at college. Before that all my romantic imaginings had been innapropriate....sike! It has just never crossed my mind to think romantically....or let myself think romantically, in a totally pure way.
The first thing I ever pictured was Jamba Juice--this is the best smoothy place ever. If you go get Mango-a-go-go. Of course thats not really romantic so I had to step it up. In my mind I pictured the Jamba Juice in a mans hand. Still this was a limited imagination. So eventually this little idea became a full blown day dream. It consisted of me being woken up by a man with a Jamba in one hand and "The Dark Knight" in the other. He offers me his hand--as the princes' do in Disney Movies--and I accept. He then escorts me to the couch and there we share a Jamba and appreciate the best movie of 2008.
Now this day dream seemed a little lame to many of my friends so I decided to step it up even more. This time I am at the beach, alone. I walk along enjoying the crashing waves that soak my legs and modest knee length shorts. In the back of my mind I am thinking of how I wished the man I loved was there. Suddenly, I feel hands on my shoulders. I panic for a moment but as I am turned toward my captor I realize that its my love. He has come as I wished him to. We walk on the crowded board walk and make jokes and amazing comebacks--sometimes a great comeback will make my day amazing-- and then we become quiet as we reach the end of the boardwalk and make our way to the ocean. Its pitch black and as the waves caress my legs his hand caresses mine. I am in love. And so we share a......
Still this sounds a little cheesy too. So lets move to my final romantic and totally appropriate romantic daydream. This one seems the most appropriate. It starts in front of a fireplace....get your mind out of the gutter, we are not going there! No instead we are sitting on the floor, leaning back on the couch; at least he is, I am in his arms. Theres a book in front of me, preferably a classic novel. It doesn't have to be some chick one either. Mark Twain always works for me. I love reading out loud and so I am reading to him while the fire casts a warm cozy glow over the room and us. We take turns reading and periodically stop to discuss the book and just talk about the topic at hand. Oh man, sooooo romantic.
Anyway now that you are drooling from my amazing romantic fantasies, which are totally clean and not jaded by todays conventionalities, why don't you try thinking up your own.
The first thing I ever pictured was Jamba Juice--this is the best smoothy place ever. If you go get Mango-a-go-go. Of course thats not really romantic so I had to step it up. In my mind I pictured the Jamba Juice in a mans hand. Still this was a limited imagination. So eventually this little idea became a full blown day dream. It consisted of me being woken up by a man with a Jamba in one hand and "The Dark Knight" in the other. He offers me his hand--as the princes' do in Disney Movies--and I accept. He then escorts me to the couch and there we share a Jamba and appreciate the best movie of 2008.
Now this day dream seemed a little lame to many of my friends so I decided to step it up even more. This time I am at the beach, alone. I walk along enjoying the crashing waves that soak my legs and modest knee length shorts. In the back of my mind I am thinking of how I wished the man I loved was there. Suddenly, I feel hands on my shoulders. I panic for a moment but as I am turned toward my captor I realize that its my love. He has come as I wished him to. We walk on the crowded board walk and make jokes and amazing comebacks--sometimes a great comeback will make my day amazing-- and then we become quiet as we reach the end of the boardwalk and make our way to the ocean. Its pitch black and as the waves caress my legs his hand caresses mine. I am in love. And so we share a......
Still this sounds a little cheesy too. So lets move to my final romantic and totally appropriate romantic daydream. This one seems the most appropriate. It starts in front of a fireplace....get your mind out of the gutter, we are not going there! No instead we are sitting on the floor, leaning back on the couch; at least he is, I am in his arms. Theres a book in front of me, preferably a classic novel. It doesn't have to be some chick one either. Mark Twain always works for me. I love reading out loud and so I am reading to him while the fire casts a warm cozy glow over the room and us. We take turns reading and periodically stop to discuss the book and just talk about the topic at hand. Oh man, sooooo romantic.
Anyway now that you are drooling from my amazing romantic fantasies, which are totally clean and not jaded by todays conventionalities, why don't you try thinking up your own.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Another week and a summer of changes
Oh man I have been lame about posting...whoops. Well, well well what can I say. I dropped ten pounds--give or take-- in 3 weeks and I wanna drop ten more before Christmas time....actually before Halloween....actually before the end of September but who's keeping track.
I'm lovin it though. I don't feel like such a blimp but my jiggly arms are my next goal now that I have dropped my rounded tummy and slimmed my thunder thighs. Oh man I cannot wait to be model thin. Its considered an accomplishment for me, when I accomplish it.
Anyway besides dropping some pounds not too much happened this week. Monday was a day and Tuesday followed right after. Both days I was very hungry and can't really remember much of what happened. I was hungry Wednesday when I came home from work and so I ate oatmeal....mmmmm oatmeal. Then I went to church. Good stuff there. I visited with a few people, which was nice because I don't get to have too many intelligent but relaxed conversations with people. Alex Kearns was baptized that night and it was really great being able
to witness that.
Oh ya this is kinda a random side note but I've been reading a few new books. One of them started out really great but I had to stop reading it because it had some bad words and stuff. It was about this old man who's a poker player and it told how to read people and how hard core poker playing is.
Anyway then Thursday rolled around and I babysat the Farnsworth kids. They're a lot of fun. Apparently some random surgery story I made up left them with stories to tell there grandparents. I don't even know what I said......uh oh. Sometimes I make up the most random and crazy stories off the top of my head...or maybe its the back, middle or random spots of my head, who knows?
Friday came and I worked at the GYN office, wahoo. It was a full week for me. A lot of phone calls and I am dreading them this week. Our Dr. is out for a couple of weeks on vacation. The phone calls will consist of "uh I can't get an appointment. This is ridiculous. You know what let me leave a message." I get so sick of the attitudes. I wonder if these people realize that they hurt feelings. I have to admit to more immunity than last year. Last year I used to get upset EVERY time someone was mad at me or hurting. Now when they give me an attitude over the phone I tend to roll my eyes and put on my false happy voice and pretend it doesn't bother me.
Well after all of that I went and spent the night at the Harts so I could babysit Lydia in the morning so her parents could go do a yard sale. She's a fun little girl. I spent the night watching Clue and crocheting. The guest bedroom was great cause they had a feather mattress. Mmmm it felt good. A whole big bed all to myself. Sometimes the bunk bed in my bedroom gets a little frustrating.
Saturday came. I babysat until 11 and then I went to Sam's soccer game. I don't usually go to them because I get really frustrated with the referees and the calls they make. But he played really well. We went and had lunch. Oh man Taco Bell tasted so good after eating oatmeal and salads all week. Sometimes a treat is necessary.
Well I went and shopped after that. Walmart I bought fixings for a pie and some veggies and fruit and yarn for the blanket I am working on. I went to JcPenney and bought 3 pairs of jeans for $13.59 It was crazy, that was a once in a lifetime deal for JcPenney. After that I bought a watermelon for a $1 from the Amish and then I went to the Flea Market. I bought this wicked awesome dress for only $20 and it is totally modest!!!!
Well I came home and jumped on the scale. I thought I must have gained a million pounds over the weekend but I found to my utter delight that I had dropped below what I was hoping to be. Then I swam and jumped on the trampoline. Jon wanted to back out and hit up the sales at JcPenney and so I took him there. I ended up buying an SD card for my phone and went home.
I did some cleaning, laundry, hair curling, nail painting. At midnight I made my pies and didn't eat anything along the way. I have been a master of temptation recently. No one would believe how disciplined I have become. This summer has been good for me. A lot of good habits created. Clean room, clean car, updated blog, lots of pictures, learning to follow driving directions, becoming independent, dieting, and exercising. Its been ama
zing.
I'm lovin it though. I don't feel like such a blimp but my jiggly arms are my next goal now that I have dropped my rounded tummy and slimmed my thunder thighs. Oh man I cannot wait to be model thin. Its considered an accomplishment for me, when I accomplish it.
Anyway besides dropping some pounds not too much happened this week. Monday was a day and Tuesday followed right after. Both days I was very hungry and can't really remember much of what happened. I was hungry Wednesday when I came home from work and so I ate oatmeal....mmmmm oatmeal. Then I went to church. Good stuff there. I visited with a few people, which was nice because I don't get to have too many intelligent but relaxed conversations with people. Alex Kearns was baptized that night and it was really great being able
to witness that.
Oh ya this is kinda a random side note but I've been reading a few new books. One of them started out really great but I had to stop reading it because it had some bad words and stuff. It was about this old man who's a poker player and it told how to read people and how hard core poker playing is.
Anyway then Thursday rolled around and I babysat the Farnsworth kids. They're a lot of fun. Apparently some random surgery story I made up left them with stories to tell there grandparents. I don't even know what I said......uh oh. Sometimes I make up the most random and crazy stories off the top of my head...or maybe its the back, middle or random spots of my head, who knows?
Friday came and I worked at the GYN office, wahoo. It was a full week for me. A lot of phone calls and I am dreading them this week. Our Dr. is out for a couple of weeks on vacation. The phone calls will consist of "uh I can't get an appointment. This is ridiculous. You know what let me leave a message." I get so sick of the attitudes. I wonder if these people realize that they hurt feelings. I have to admit to more immunity than last year. Last year I used to get upset EVERY time someone was mad at me or hurting. Now when they give me an attitude over the phone I tend to roll my eyes and put on my false happy voice and pretend it doesn't bother me.
Well after all of that I went and spent the night at the Harts so I could babysit Lydia in the morning so her parents could go do a yard sale. She's a fun little girl. I spent the night watching Clue and crocheting. The guest bedroom was great cause they had a feather mattress. Mmmm it felt good. A whole big bed all to myself. Sometimes the bunk bed in my bedroom gets a little frustrating.
Saturday came. I babysat until 11 and then I went to Sam's soccer game. I don't usually go to them because I get really frustrated with the referees and the calls they make. But he played really well. We went and had lunch. Oh man Taco Bell tasted so good after eating oatmeal and salads all week. Sometimes a treat is necessary.
Well I went and shopped after that. Walmart I bought fixings for a pie and some veggies and fruit and yarn for the blanket I am working on. I went to JcPenney and bought 3 pairs of jeans for $13.59 It was crazy, that was a once in a lifetime deal for JcPenney. After that I bought a watermelon for a $1 from the Amish and then I went to the Flea Market. I bought this wicked awesome dress for only $20 and it is totally modest!!!!
Well I came home and jumped on the scale. I thought I must have gained a million pounds over the weekend but I found to my utter delight that I had dropped below what I was hoping to be. Then I swam and jumped on the trampoline. Jon wanted to back out and hit up the sales at JcPenney and so I took him there. I ended up buying an SD card for my phone and went home.
I did some cleaning, laundry, hair curling, nail painting. At midnight I made my pies and didn't eat anything along the way. I have been a master of temptation recently. No one would believe how disciplined I have become. This summer has been good for me. A lot of good habits created. Clean room, clean car, updated blog, lots of pictures, learning to follow driving directions, becoming independent, dieting, and exercising. Its been ama
zing.Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Dieting
Ugh my life is a neverending diet. I don't think it will ever come to a close and I don't think it should anyway. There are upsides to dieting and exercise--I'm sure there are--but I haven't seen a lot.
Of course this could be because I am not an affective dieter. There are some kinks that I really need and am trying to work out before I go back to school. I was hoping to be a lot slimmer when I went back to school but the only thing different about me is some new muscles, new goals, slightly different perspective and a totally different diet.
Its hard. A lot of times I fall prey to the temptation of all the food around me. One of the reasons I am excited to go back to school is that I won't have to dread when my sister bakes something irresistible or when the family has an ice cream bash or theres left over food in the fridge. Nope. I am in control at school. Its me, myself and I. I won't be buying any junk food this semester. What a happy day it shall be for me.
I am excited to finally work out and lose some real weight. When I come home at Christmas no one will recognize me. I only buy oatmeal and salad fixings right now and I will when I go back to school--that will be a site to see, me eating salad everyday. I also have Crystal light and a bag of suckers for when I get extreme sugar cravings. Ugh to be skinny again. I'm just ten pounds away from it but its a hard, difficult kinda ten pounds. Its the ten pounds that just won't let go. Its the ten pounds that holds onto all the obvious places, all the places I don't want or need the fat.
But once I take it off people had better watch out. Because not only will I be skinny, like I was last year--oh if only I could go back in time--but I will be fit and muscular. I will be able to take any guy out with just one punch.....one look ;)
Of course this could be because I am not an affective dieter. There are some kinks that I really need and am trying to work out before I go back to school. I was hoping to be a lot slimmer when I went back to school but the only thing different about me is some new muscles, new goals, slightly different perspective and a totally different diet.
Its hard. A lot of times I fall prey to the temptation of all the food around me. One of the reasons I am excited to go back to school is that I won't have to dread when my sister bakes something irresistible or when the family has an ice cream bash or theres left over food in the fridge. Nope. I am in control at school. Its me, myself and I. I won't be buying any junk food this semester. What a happy day it shall be for me.
I am excited to finally work out and lose some real weight. When I come home at Christmas no one will recognize me. I only buy oatmeal and salad fixings right now and I will when I go back to school--that will be a site to see, me eating salad everyday. I also have Crystal light and a bag of suckers for when I get extreme sugar cravings. Ugh to be skinny again. I'm just ten pounds away from it but its a hard, difficult kinda ten pounds. Its the ten pounds that just won't let go. Its the ten pounds that holds onto all the obvious places, all the places I don't want or need the fat.
But once I take it off people had better watch out. Because not only will I be skinny, like I was last year--oh if only I could go back in time--but I will be fit and muscular. I will be able to take any guy out with just one punch.....one look ;)
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
West Virginia
Mmmmm so I guess I am kinda making my blog a little bit of a journal spot.....thats ok, right??? So I went to WV last week--in case you can't tell from the title of this--and it was stupendous!
Of course you can't say something is stupendous until you tell how it is stupendous, sooooo let me tell you....if you want....if you don't, well....STOP READING!
We left Wednesday morning. For the first time in my life I went in my Dad's car instead of my Mom's and what a trip. Of course there was no AC but the open windows made it all the better. The ride up was pretty much good scenery and awkward phone calls. Everytime we called or received a call we had to roll the windows up and then we would sit and swelter in the heat.
Anyway we reached our destination at about 5 p.m. and spent the evening chatting & catching up with everyone. Thursday my Dad woke me up at 6:30 to make our traditional doughnut run. Mmmmmm those were amazing doughnuts. Oh and the trip we made was great too, old familiar sights.....I am finally beginning to understand the layout of Wheeling, WV. Well we hung around the house after that until we went and saw Harry Potter and then we drove back to PapPap's house and spent the evening there catching up with relatives again. It was so great to see everyone.
Friday was the reunion at Benwood Park. That was a great time. Seeing all the relatives and finally figuring out how I am related to everyone was superb. I took a lot of pictures! It was great seeing my brother Joseph, after almost 2 WHOLE years. He looked very happy :)
After the reunion a lot of the relatives came back to Pap's house and we chatted and watched old movies on the projector. Saturday was another great day. My Dad, Sam and I went to a tunnel that dates back to the 1800's and took pictures of an old brewery where my Pap used to play when he was a kid. He used to climb up the elevator shaft to get in!!!
The Lego museum and then more old projector movies ended Saturday. I really enjoyed getting to see some of the relatives who had passed away before I was born. It made it more of a reality and being able to see pictures and silent movies helped me to visualize them better.
Oh ya we also went graveyard walking on Friday night. It was a small group of us, the traditional lot. Jon, PapPap and me. I about jumped out of my skin when a deer ran by us, freaky!
Well the trip home was uneventful and now I am back in MD....whoopy.
Of course you can't say something is stupendous until you tell how it is stupendous, sooooo let me tell you....if you want....if you don't, well....STOP READING!
We left Wednesday morning. For the first time in my life I went in my Dad's car instead of my Mom's and what a trip. Of course there was no AC but the open windows made it all the better. The ride up was pretty much good scenery and awkward phone calls. Everytime we called or received a call we had to roll the windows up and then we would sit and swelter in the heat.
Anyway we reached our destination at about 5 p.m. and spent the evening chatting & catching up with everyone. Thursday my Dad woke me up at 6:30 to make our traditional doughnut run. Mmmmmm those were amazing doughnuts. Oh and the trip we made was great too, old familiar sights.....I am finally beginning to understand the layout of Wheeling, WV. Well we hung around the house after that until we went and saw Harry Potter and then we drove back to PapPap's house and spent the evening there catching up with relatives again. It was so great to see everyone.
Friday was the reunion at Benwood Park. That was a great time. Seeing all the relatives and finally figuring out how I am related to everyone was superb. I took a lot of pictures! It was great seeing my brother Joseph, after almost 2 WHOLE years. He looked very happy :)
After the reunion a lot of the relatives came back to Pap's house and we chatted and watched old movies on the projector. Saturday was another great day. My Dad, Sam and I went to a tunnel that dates back to the 1800's and took pictures of an old brewery where my Pap used to play when he was a kid. He used to climb up the elevator shaft to get in!!!
The Lego museum and then more old projector movies ended Saturday. I really enjoyed getting to see some of the relatives who had passed away before I was born. It made it more of a reality and being able to see pictures and silent movies helped me to visualize them better.
Oh ya we also went graveyard walking on Friday night. It was a small group of us, the traditional lot. Jon, PapPap and me. I about jumped out of my skin when a deer ran by us, freaky!
Well the trip home was uneventful and now I am back in MD....whoopy.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Life keeps going on
Mmmmm what were the highlights of my past week......I made a pie, does that count for anything? Yep it was a key lime pie, I must admit that I was a little proud. Oh man I am watching the "Santa Clause" right now. You know the one with Tim Allen? Gotta love that movie. It always brings back happy memories. I feel so sorry for Scott Calvin (Santa Clause) but I love his sense of humor!
Anyway the past week was decent but nothing particularly amazing. I did a lot of babysitting and worked at the office. Today was pretty sweet. I learned how to do Labs in the computer for pap smears, urine and blood samples...not that you wanted to know that. I find it pretty cool because I have absolutely NO medical background. As a matter of fact I am one of the least medically inclined people you will ever meet. I used to get nauseated just looking at them but my stomach doesn't clench as it did before. I consider this a great accomplishment.
I am going to West Virginia in just a matter of days! My goodness its going to be great. Family, food, scenery. Oh you should see the scenery! Old building that are chalked full of memories, walks through cemetaries at night and rolling green hills that stretch as far as the eye can see. West Virgina holds A LOT of good memories for me. For years it was our main vacation and I loved it. I love being with my family. Its great spending time with grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins. I always feel special when my PapPap opens up and tells me all of these amazing stories from his past.
I've also been catching up with friends from school and getting excited to go back to school. I am also nervous. I am taking on a HEAVY load too. I am working for the school paper for at least 20 hours a week and taking 16 credits. Not only am I the assistant editor for Campus but I am also Managing editor for the Brides Guide, I am so nervous!
I've also been eating healthy. I went and bought a bunch of fruits and veggies and have them locked in my fridge, in my closet. Yes, I know, who keeps a fridge locked in their closet? Well apparently I do because we have a little problem with stealing right now.
I've also been working out and I can feel some real stomach muscles coming in! So excited because no longer will I look to men for strength but myself. I have some great leg, stomach and arm muscles coming in and soon I will be able to take anyone, anywhere, anytime!
Anyway the past week was decent but nothing particularly amazing. I did a lot of babysitting and worked at the office. Today was pretty sweet. I learned how to do Labs in the computer for pap smears, urine and blood samples...not that you wanted to know that. I find it pretty cool because I have absolutely NO medical background. As a matter of fact I am one of the least medically inclined people you will ever meet. I used to get nauseated just looking at them but my stomach doesn't clench as it did before. I consider this a great accomplishment.
I am going to West Virginia in just a matter of days! My goodness its going to be great. Family, food, scenery. Oh you should see the scenery! Old building that are chalked full of memories, walks through cemetaries at night and rolling green hills that stretch as far as the eye can see. West Virgina holds A LOT of good memories for me. For years it was our main vacation and I loved it. I love being with my family. Its great spending time with grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins. I always feel special when my PapPap opens up and tells me all of these amazing stories from his past.
I've also been catching up with friends from school and getting excited to go back to school. I am also nervous. I am taking on a HEAVY load too. I am working for the school paper for at least 20 hours a week and taking 16 credits. Not only am I the assistant editor for Campus but I am also Managing editor for the Brides Guide, I am so nervous!
I've also been eating healthy. I went and bought a bunch of fruits and veggies and have them locked in my fridge, in my closet. Yes, I know, who keeps a fridge locked in their closet? Well apparently I do because we have a little problem with stealing right now.
I've also been working out and I can feel some real stomach muscles coming in! So excited because no longer will I look to men for strength but myself. I have some great leg, stomach and arm muscles coming in and soon I will be able to take anyone, anywhere, anytime!
Time
Time. You don't have enough of it, you have too much of it, you keep running from it, you keep chasing after it. The seconds tick by and you wish that it would speed up, so you can leave work to spend an evening in the arms of the man you love and wish that each second were an hour.
Time. It's what gives us life, what ages us, what eventually kills us. Our history is made of moments, days, hours, minutes, seconds. We make time, spend time, and kill time. The clock ticks and another soul passes through the veil while another passes through the womb.
Each minute is a different moment for a different person with a different life. The ticking of a bomb, the death of a loved one, the cry of an infant are all but moments, instances they're all but a matter of time.
How can we measure such a thing? How can we waste such a thing? There are only 24 hours in a day, 60 minutes in an our and 60 seconds in a minute. Who knows if you will even live to see the end of that day, hour, minute, second. Soak in each moment that you are given, appreciate what you had taken for granted before. Enjoy the moments while you can before that second of time becomes your last.
Time. It's what gives us life, what ages us, what eventually kills us. Our history is made of moments, days, hours, minutes, seconds. We make time, spend time, and kill time. The clock ticks and another soul passes through the veil while another passes through the womb.
Each minute is a different moment for a different person with a different life. The ticking of a bomb, the death of a loved one, the cry of an infant are all but moments, instances they're all but a matter of time.
How can we measure such a thing? How can we waste such a thing? There are only 24 hours in a day, 60 minutes in an our and 60 seconds in a minute. Who knows if you will even live to see the end of that day, hour, minute, second. Soak in each moment that you are given, appreciate what you had taken for granted before. Enjoy the moments while you can before that second of time becomes your last.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Before Marriage List
Before I get married I have a list of things I wanna do!
1-Stick my face in a cake
2-Drive across the country
3-Climb a mountain
4-Bungee jump
5-Sky dive
6-Stay the night in New York city
7-Sing in front of an audience
8-Lose 20 lbs
9-Publish a story in the Readers Digest
10-Go to a foreign Country
11-Go horseback riding
12-Watch the sunrise
13-Read at least 100 hundred classic books
I will think of some more and keep adding them in!
1-Stick my face in a cake
2-Drive across the country
3-Climb a mountain
4-Bungee jump
5-Sky dive
6-Stay the night in New York city
7-Sing in front of an audience
8-Lose 20 lbs
9-Publish a story in the Readers Digest
10-Go to a foreign Country
11-Go horseback riding
12-Watch the sunrise
13-Read at least 100 hundred classic books
I will think of some more and keep adding them in!
You can't buy love, looks don't matter, they'll love you for your personality.....why don't I believe this? I think it would be best if I were to drop all my good works, my happiness, my job, my friends, my family, my religion and marry myself a "sugar daddy".
From there I would poison him--first making sure that I am in his will--and then get some amazing plastic surgery, a tummy tuck and personal trainer. Wouldn't that turn things around? Being wordly is great right? Finally someone would be attracted to me, someone--if not lots of someones--would "love me", hold me......use me.
Looks don't matter. Its how you hold yourself, how you feel about yourself. What are you doing to improve your life? Better yet, what are you doing to improve someone else's life? It seems to me that too much focus is placed on how we can make life interesting for ourselves. I am guilty of this. I sometimes spend too much time in front of the television watching soap operas and reality shows--just kidding, I don't watch either--or on the computer surfing the web....helping myself instead of someone else.
Those of you who are seaching for love, stop! Love will find you. I know its hard to believe that but I stopped searching and look what....oh wait I can't say that yet but soon I will be able to. Right now I am trying to get something from life, keeping busy, serving those around me and trying to learn as much as possible. I was a little "Love" bitter for a while and I was also searching for something I didn't need and wasn't deserving of. I have now made it a goal in life to just simply love others and look forward to the day when someone will....hopefully....love me.
Just another weekend.....or was it?
Another day, another weekend, another week and here I am being the diligent blogger that I am. So I had a slightly interesting weekend if not amazing. I've adjusted to home life and the routines and regular annoyances have become part of my life.
Friday was the most uneventful, but very relaxing, day. I drove an hour to work and then drove an hour home in the sticky humidity of Southern Maryland--that I love very much--without AC. I came home and played tennis, swam, weightlifted and watched "Spies Like Us" and fell asleep reading. I love relaxing days where nothing special or unique happens but you still manage to have fun.
I didn't get any naps or lazy days this weekend, not even a Sunday nap. Saturday I woke up and drove an hour to Point Lookout with my brother.
Point Lookout is a very historic place on the east coast and is also one of the most haunted places in the United States. During the Civil War over 52,000 confederate soldiers were imprisoned there. The actual Light house was rumored to have kept people in there against their will during the Civil War, which explains the rumors of it being haunted.
Anyway I went for the Flag Rasing Ceremony;An American flag hasn't been flown there since 1966 and they raised the first Maryland flag there that day too--so in a way I saw history in the making. I spent my time interviewing and being given a very detailed tour while at the lighthouse. I actually was allowed to walk through the Wharf which is a restricted area right now because the floors are rotted and birds are nesting in there.
I also spent some time "rubbing elbows" with Senator Dyson who was present for the ceremony and tour. To make things even more interesting I saw the Stake President visiting the lighthouse on my way out and was given a lift to my car by a great group of retired people who volunteer all over fixing up
lighthouses.
Well after that I went home and did some swimming and weight lifting and then left to go babysit until late that night. The kids are really cute. Beccas(7), Elli(4) and Julia(18months) are good kids and they are fun to play with. I rocked Julia to sleep and then I read to the girls. Being there made me wonder what it will be like when I am a mother. What will it be like to have someone call me Mom and to cry for me, Mom?
Today in Sacrament meeting the Bishop challenged us to work as a family to read Matthwe, Mark, Luke and John before Christmas and so have another great project to work on. Today I taught in Primary. My class was a little crazy but we did our best to have a good lesson and then I went home. Not much else happened. We threw a "no body" birthday party to mess with my Mom's head. You should have seen her face when she walked in the kitchen and we started singing happy birthday. It was altogether a good weekend :)
Friday was the most uneventful, but very relaxing, day. I drove an hour to work and then drove an hour home in the sticky humidity of Southern Maryland--that I love very much--without AC. I came home and played tennis, swam, weightlifted and watched "Spies Like Us" and fell asleep reading. I love relaxing days where nothing special or unique happens but you still manage to have fun.
I didn't get any naps or lazy days this weekend, not even a Sunday nap. Saturday I woke up and drove an hour to Point Lookout with my brother.
Point Lookout is a very historic place on the east coast and is also one of the most haunted places in the United States. During the Civil War over 52,000 confederate soldiers were imprisoned there. The actual Light house was rumored to have kept people in there against their will during the Civil War, which explains the rumors of it being haunted.
Anyway I went for the Flag Rasing Ceremony;An American flag hasn't been flown there since 1966 and they raised the first Maryland flag there that day too--so in a way I saw history in the making. I spent my time interviewing and being given a very detailed tour while at the lighthouse. I actually was allowed to walk through the Wharf which is a restricted area right now because the floors are rotted and birds are nesting in there.
I also spent some time "rubbing elbows" with Senator Dyson who was present for the ceremony and tour. To make things even more interesting I saw the Stake President visiting the lighthouse on my way out and was given a lift to my car by a great group of retired people who volunteer all over fixing up
lighthouses.Well after that I went home and did some swimming and weight lifting and then left to go babysit until late that night. The kids are really cute. Beccas(7), Elli(4) and Julia(18months) are good kids and they are fun to play with. I rocked Julia to sleep and then I read to the girls. Being there made me wonder what it will be like when I am a mother. What will it be like to have someone call me Mom and to cry for me, Mom?
Today in Sacrament meeting the Bishop challenged us to work as a family to read Matthwe, Mark, Luke and John before Christmas and so have another great project to work on. Today I taught in Primary. My class was a little crazy but we did our best to have a good lesson and then I went home. Not much else happened. We threw a "no body" birthday party to mess with my Mom's head. You should have seen her face when she walked in the kitchen and we started singing happy birthday. It was altogether a good weekend :)
Friday, July 10, 2009
Shortness
I need to make these blog posts shorter and fewer in between. So here is a short one for you.
Its Friday, I am at work and I am ready to go home. This weekend doesn't seem all that promising. I am doing nothing this evening. Tomorrow I am going to Point Lookout to do a story for the newspaper and then I am babysitting that evening.
So here is a nice and short blog, just for all those people out there who like to 'skim'.
Its Friday, I am at work and I am ready to go home. This weekend doesn't seem all that promising. I am doing nothing this evening. Tomorrow I am going to Point Lookout to do a story for the newspaper and then I am babysitting that evening.
So here is a nice and short blog, just for all those people out there who like to 'skim'.
This is my life
I have been falling behind on this whole blog thing. The reason is mostly because I am grammatically shy. I have this fear that everyone will read my blog and judge me by my grammar errors...please don't. If you notice any glaring errors and feel a need to tell me, then tell me in person. If you are a hot, single male and you notice any glaring errors PLEASE tell me in person and then proceed to give me your phone number. If you are middle aged--or older--single and have a big bank account then PLEASE leave me a message with your name and social security number. If you're thinking of hiring me for a job then don't judge this blog, there are worse things that I could be doing--like eating fried worms or hitting policemen.
Anyway onto more interesting things--not the weather and not my latest fling and DEFINITELY not Michael Jackson--lets see what have I done with my life recently? I think I left most of it in a garbage somewhere but the other small part of it has been used quite nicely, I think. I am happy to say that I am officially an athletic person. Yes, I have moved beyond the couch and into the backyard--but wait there is more to come. I swim, play tennis, skate, jump on the trampoline--and everyone hold your breath--weight lift. Yes I feel a little lame when I am sitting in front of the television lifting weights but I could be sitting in front of the television scratching my newly toned rump or shoving candy bars down my throat--mmmmm candy bars.
I spend a couple hours a day working out, which pretty much puts a damper on all the other things I have been doing. I work three days a week at a Doctors office. I won't get into any specifics because you don't want to know what kinda doctors office it is. Its not too bad but I do get bored quite often and thats when I start writing this garbage about my "life".
I also do a lot of babysitting, which is so exciting for a 19-year-old woman who wants to be back at college, or do I? Anyway so exercising has become a big part of my life and babysitting. I actually get paid to babysit on my days off. Of course I also babysit for free for my own family but that is nothing new and at least they feed me and put a roof over my head.
The summer has been slightly exciting but it has mostly been riddled with long moments of boredom and repetative thoughts. Though repetative my thoughts have also waxed quite reflective when it comes to matters of spirituality and the human mind. I don't know if I like the philosophical side of me because once I start thinking philosophically things start to get broader and broader and then I literally get lost in my own thoughts, which is what I am doing now.
So highlights of the summer. I went with my grandparents to the ocean for a week and after a week with me they literally--no joke--dumped me out of their car and didn't say goodbye or say anything. I saw "Chicago" live in concert and they performed one of my favorite songs "Hard to say I'm sorry." I took my brother out to dinner for his birthday and I was involved in my fifth, and hopefully my last, car accident. I went to girls camp for a week, which was totally awesome. I played in the nursery for a month or two until they gave me a calling in primary, which I love! I'm sure there is a lot more I could say and a lot more that has happened but I will save that for another time and save you from having to read all of this, if you even made it this far.
Anyway onto more interesting things--not the weather and not my latest fling and DEFINITELY not Michael Jackson--lets see what have I done with my life recently? I think I left most of it in a garbage somewhere but the other small part of it has been used quite nicely, I think. I am happy to say that I am officially an athletic person. Yes, I have moved beyond the couch and into the backyard--but wait there is more to come. I swim, play tennis, skate, jump on the trampoline--and everyone hold your breath--weight lift. Yes I feel a little lame when I am sitting in front of the television lifting weights but I could be sitting in front of the television scratching my newly toned rump or shoving candy bars down my throat--mmmmm candy bars.
I spend a couple hours a day working out, which pretty much puts a damper on all the other things I have been doing. I work three days a week at a Doctors office. I won't get into any specifics because you don't want to know what kinda doctors office it is. Its not too bad but I do get bored quite often and thats when I start writing this garbage about my "life".
I also do a lot of babysitting, which is so exciting for a 19-year-old woman who wants to be back at college, or do I? Anyway so exercising has become a big part of my life and babysitting. I actually get paid to babysit on my days off. Of course I also babysit for free for my own family but that is nothing new and at least they feed me and put a roof over my head.
The summer has been slightly exciting but it has mostly been riddled with long moments of boredom and repetative thoughts. Though repetative my thoughts have also waxed quite reflective when it comes to matters of spirituality and the human mind. I don't know if I like the philosophical side of me because once I start thinking philosophically things start to get broader and broader and then I literally get lost in my own thoughts, which is what I am doing now.
So highlights of the summer. I went with my grandparents to the ocean for a week and after a week with me they literally--no joke--dumped me out of their car and didn't say goodbye or say anything. I saw "Chicago" live in concert and they performed one of my favorite songs "Hard to say I'm sorry." I took my brother out to dinner for his birthday and I was involved in my fifth, and hopefully my last, car accident. I went to girls camp for a week, which was totally awesome. I played in the nursery for a month or two until they gave me a calling in primary, which I love! I'm sure there is a lot more I could say and a lot more that has happened but I will save that for another time and save you from having to read all of this, if you even made it this far.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Kiawah Island (Day 1)
So this is my second "official blog" the other posts were columns or stories that I had done for classes or the newspaper. We traveled today from Sentee, South Carolina to Kiawah Island, which is right by Charleston. The drive through Kiawah was breath taking and it became even better as we went further in. I know everyone says that "words can't describe" but words really can't truly describe the atmosphere of this place it's surreal that is the best word I can find to explain this place. Its more than just a little get away, its a little taste of Heaven. The Condo is very tastefully furnished--actually more than just tastefully furnished. This is the nicest place I have ever stayed in. I have my own room, a beautifully furnished room, and my own bathroom. There are cathedral ceilings that make it open and spacious and the coloring is very open and enlivening with simple browns and greens. The patio, deck, porch--whatever you call it-- gives you a direct view of the ocean. I can barely breathe every time I step out that door. The sound of the ocean steals my breath away. The storm that greeted us seemed to make it even better as it tossed the tide back and created pandemonium in the ocean. The lightening striking over the water and the torrential downpour that beat the earth and the roof of the condo built upon the excitement I had already begun to feel.
After unpacking and settling in and after the storm we walked for an hour on the beach. It was empty, it was beautiful and it was--as I said before--absolutely breathtaking. The storm left the sand wet and so each picture of us showed our reflections in the sand. The red that Marty wore with her happy-go-lucky umbrella made for the cutest and happiest pictures. When we were walking back I even saw a pelican diving in the water and after we hosed our sandy feet off, eight huge pelicans flew over our heads. Sadly I didn't have my camera but it was a indescribable feeling being there and seeing them fly above me.
We went swimming in a heated salt water pool and I learned how to do real laps. Swimming felt great, it was so nice to have a pool to jump in. I couldn't stop stretching because it was so relaxing and seemed to zap all the stress and angst my muscles had built up from the long two day car ride.
Then I played a little in the ocean; letting the water lap at my thighs and push me back with its ever surprising force. That is the beauty of the ocean. Its so uncontrolled, so powerful and it could easily drag me under, drag me away, drag me into its mysterious depths.
So now I am winding after a sumptuous dinner in our superb condo. What a day it has been!
After unpacking and settling in and after the storm we walked for an hour on the beach. It was empty, it was beautiful and it was--as I said before--absolutely breathtaking. The storm left the sand wet and so each picture of us showed our reflections in the sand. The red that Marty wore with her happy-go-lucky umbrella made for the cutest and happiest pictures. When we were walking back I even saw a pelican diving in the water and after we hosed our sandy feet off, eight huge pelicans flew over our heads. Sadly I didn't have my camera but it was a indescribable feeling being there and seeing them fly above me.
We went swimming in a heated salt water pool and I learned how to do real laps. Swimming felt great, it was so nice to have a pool to jump in. I couldn't stop stretching because it was so relaxing and seemed to zap all the stress and angst my muscles had built up from the long two day car ride.
Then I played a little in the ocean; letting the water lap at my thighs and push me back with its ever surprising force. That is the beauty of the ocean. Its so uncontrolled, so powerful and it could easily drag me under, drag me away, drag me into its mysterious depths.
So now I am winding after a sumptuous dinner in our superb condo. What a day it has been!
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Restarting
I haven't been a very valiant writer on my blog--not like anyone reads it anyway--but someday I will want something digital to look at so I am going to start by just talking about my life and my thoughts and go from there--if you can go anywhere from there. I was given the opportunity to do a lot of pondering while I sat in a car for seven hours making the trek from my home in Maryland to South Carolina.
Yes I do have more than one home but none that I actually own. I am going to school at BYU-Idaho and I now count that as home, even though I wouldn't have two years ago.
I am not sure how I feel about everyone reading about my life. I mean everyone is entitled to their secrets but doesn't blogging kinda give away a lot of those secrets. Everyone likes a mystery, so aren't we giving ourselves away by having a blog?
Anyway I am sitting at The Hampton Inn at this very moment, in a king size bedroom that is all my own. It would probably be better if there were someone here with me, someone to share the beauty with--namely a male that is not related to me, handsome and around my age...hmmm thats not happening.
Yep so 7 hours in the car...7 hours crammed into the back of a car, oh joy. It wasn't too bad. I managed to take a nap on my suitcase and do some dancing--oh wait forget the dancing I think that was part of my dream while I was sleeping on my suitcase. I did spend 3 hours of the trip texting. No, I am not a texting maniac I just enjoy keeping in touch with people and I was in a car for...let me think...7 hours! I also had some very interesting thoughts along the way that I may put on this blog sometime this week(if I feel that motivated...not likely). Of course I won't share the majority of those thoughts because they are MINE and you wouldn't be interested or would you ? :D
Maybe I will write about my job and the nursery(church). Who knows, now that I plan to actually post on this regularly I may write about EVERYTHING in my life--including my past as a prostitute and axe murderer--I am only kidding. (Mom, put down the phone) As Audrey Hepburn would say in "My Fair Lady" "I'm a good girl I am!"--
Yes I do have more than one home but none that I actually own. I am going to school at BYU-Idaho and I now count that as home, even though I wouldn't have two years ago.
I am not sure how I feel about everyone reading about my life. I mean everyone is entitled to their secrets but doesn't blogging kinda give away a lot of those secrets. Everyone likes a mystery, so aren't we giving ourselves away by having a blog?
Anyway I am sitting at The Hampton Inn at this very moment, in a king size bedroom that is all my own. It would probably be better if there were someone here with me, someone to share the beauty with--namely a male that is not related to me, handsome and around my age...hmmm thats not happening.
Yep so 7 hours in the car...7 hours crammed into the back of a car, oh joy. It wasn't too bad. I managed to take a nap on my suitcase and do some dancing--oh wait forget the dancing I think that was part of my dream while I was sleeping on my suitcase. I did spend 3 hours of the trip texting. No, I am not a texting maniac I just enjoy keeping in touch with people and I was in a car for...let me think...7 hours! I also had some very interesting thoughts along the way that I may put on this blog sometime this week(if I feel that motivated...not likely). Of course I won't share the majority of those thoughts because they are MINE and you wouldn't be interested or would you ? :D
Maybe I will write about my job and the nursery(church). Who knows, now that I plan to actually post on this regularly I may write about EVERYTHING in my life--including my past as a prostitute and axe murderer--I am only kidding. (Mom, put down the phone) As Audrey Hepburn would say in "My Fair Lady" "I'm a good girl I am!"--
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Prettywoman meet a Jackal
“Pretty woman walkin down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I like to meet”
My theme song is Pretty woman (not because I am vain just look at my name and you will understand) and recently I have put a little twist on the song. I have come up with this divine plan of how to find my "true love" but so far all it has only gotten me in trouble.
The plan is this; With no definite time frame in mind I plan to meet my future husband by a good old fashioned trip and fall. Yes that is right my love story will consist of me "tripping" over my future husband.
I have been working on this plan and of course it has had its failures and shortcomings. But I always follow through with my plans and lately I have taken to throwing myself into the pathway of men. For the first incident I came out with some broken ribs because I tried it on the stairs, which is not a good idea.
The second time; however, I came out with a slightly wounded heart and a deep resentment for a certain man. Now of course during this random tossing of myself into men it hasn’t quite been so random.
I mean I don’t toss myself into any mans pathway. I have successfully avoided any men resembling Frankenstein, Dracula or Mr. Hyde but unfortunately my second incident (the one where he tried unsuccessfully to bring me fully to my knees but did steal a little piece of my heart) threw me into the arms of Dr. Jekyll.
From what I had first found out about him he seemed like a good guy but if he was as good as I thought then he should have been married not in his mid-twenties and single. He's a hard worker and from what I had experienced he had a good sense of humor and he was a real ladies man.
But I can at least say --and with a happy smile-- that I didn’t trip the first time I met him. I actually didn’t think much of him and it wasn’t until I kept eye tripping over him all over campus that I decided to take some action and assist what I thought was fate.
What a mistake that was. My Dr. Jekyll was one heck of a jackal as it came to turn out. Let me define jackal for you, “Any one of several species of carnivorous animals inhabiting Africa and Asia, related to the dog and wolf. They are cowardly, nocturnal, and gregarious. They feed largely on carrion, and are noted for their piercing and dismal howling.”
He came on quick and I accepted that thinking it was normal but then things became all too clear and I realized, slowly but surely, just what he was a jackal. What a coward he turned out to be. He told me he was interested but there was no effort made. He truly matched the definition of jackal: he worked in groups of what I like to call jerks and he was nocturnal, only talking to me after midnight and of course he was too much of a coward to be honest.
What a jackal and soon that jackal became the heartless and brutal killer Mr.Hyde. I saw him for what he was a deformed monster. So instead of tripping over Mister Right, Prince Charming, or Batman I ran into a walking contradiction, a coward, sniveling sneak! I hope that the jackal someday realizes what he missed out on. Then he can start up on his piercing and dismal howling because this Pretty woman doesn’t plan to “stop a while, take a while, give a my smile, look his way, stay with him” or do any tripping in his direction ever again. And so next time you decide to ‘trip’ over a guy make sure you do the research first
Pretty woman, the kind I like to meet”
My theme song is Pretty woman (not because I am vain just look at my name and you will understand) and recently I have put a little twist on the song. I have come up with this divine plan of how to find my "true love" but so far all it has only gotten me in trouble.
The plan is this; With no definite time frame in mind I plan to meet my future husband by a good old fashioned trip and fall. Yes that is right my love story will consist of me "tripping" over my future husband.
I have been working on this plan and of course it has had its failures and shortcomings. But I always follow through with my plans and lately I have taken to throwing myself into the pathway of men. For the first incident I came out with some broken ribs because I tried it on the stairs, which is not a good idea.
The second time; however, I came out with a slightly wounded heart and a deep resentment for a certain man. Now of course during this random tossing of myself into men it hasn’t quite been so random.
I mean I don’t toss myself into any mans pathway. I have successfully avoided any men resembling Frankenstein, Dracula or Mr. Hyde but unfortunately my second incident (the one where he tried unsuccessfully to bring me fully to my knees but did steal a little piece of my heart) threw me into the arms of Dr. Jekyll.
From what I had first found out about him he seemed like a good guy but if he was as good as I thought then he should have been married not in his mid-twenties and single. He's a hard worker and from what I had experienced he had a good sense of humor and he was a real ladies man.
But I can at least say --and with a happy smile-- that I didn’t trip the first time I met him. I actually didn’t think much of him and it wasn’t until I kept eye tripping over him all over campus that I decided to take some action and assist what I thought was fate.
What a mistake that was. My Dr. Jekyll was one heck of a jackal as it came to turn out. Let me define jackal for you, “Any one of several species of carnivorous animals inhabiting Africa and Asia, related to the dog and wolf. They are cowardly, nocturnal, and gregarious. They feed largely on carrion, and are noted for their piercing and dismal howling.”
He came on quick and I accepted that thinking it was normal but then things became all too clear and I realized, slowly but surely, just what he was a jackal. What a coward he turned out to be. He told me he was interested but there was no effort made. He truly matched the definition of jackal: he worked in groups of what I like to call jerks and he was nocturnal, only talking to me after midnight and of course he was too much of a coward to be honest.
What a jackal and soon that jackal became the heartless and brutal killer Mr.Hyde. I saw him for what he was a deformed monster. So instead of tripping over Mister Right, Prince Charming, or Batman I ran into a walking contradiction, a coward, sniveling sneak! I hope that the jackal someday realizes what he missed out on. Then he can start up on his piercing and dismal howling because this Pretty woman doesn’t plan to “stop a while, take a while, give a my smile, look his way, stay with him” or do any tripping in his direction ever again. And so next time you decide to ‘trip’ over a guy make sure you do the research first
Friday, March 27, 2009
Police Ride Along
The ride started out boring and nothing really happened. We stopped at the train tracks and Officer Hagen directed some traffic around them because they were frozen over. Then we drove around just watching the roads and keeping an eye out for suspicious activity.
At first Hagen didn't say much of anything and things were awkward but for the last hour of the ride I found out a lot I didn't know about Rexburg. First he talked about how he catches people who park so they can make-out and have sex. He actually said that he has caught a few couples having sex right around the temple area.
He also talked about how the most suicide calls they get each week are called in on Sunday. Girls going to church and feeling guilty about how they had been doing things they shouldn't have with their boyfriends or their grades were most likely to make attempts at suicide on Sunday.
One story he told was about a girl who had claimed rape just to get her ex-fiance's attention. The way she did it was even more interesting. They found her naked and beaten up at the park and at first she claimed she was raped but eventually she admitted to doing the damage to herself because she was angry with her fiance and she wanted him to take her back.
Another story was more along the lines of a domestic issue. A little boy had run across the street screaming that his mother and sister were dead and that some stranger had killed them with an axe. As it turns out his mother and sister were fine and he had just been recovering from being sick.
Well after telling me all of these stories we decided to go check some back roads and see if we could catch any couples doing something they shouldn't and we actually caught someone. Right down the street from the temple where they are building some houses we discovered this couple doing some things they shouldn't have been doing.
Of course I didn't see any nudity, thank goodness. They were in a truck and Officer Hagen turned his spotlight on them got out of the car and went over and talked to them. All it looked to me was that the female was really uncomfortable and the male in the car was lifting up his pants so he could put them back on.
By the time the situation was over I was almost in tears from laughing and then the story Officer Hagen told me was even more interesting. He said that he had gotten to the car and the girl was on the floor in the fetal position and crying. The male just looked a little flustered. Hagen asked the girl to put some clothes on but was forced to watch in case one of them tried to pull a weapon out on them.
Anyway that was my experience with the police ride along and I have to admit that it was quite intriguing.
At first Hagen didn't say much of anything and things were awkward but for the last hour of the ride I found out a lot I didn't know about Rexburg. First he talked about how he catches people who park so they can make-out and have sex. He actually said that he has caught a few couples having sex right around the temple area.
He also talked about how the most suicide calls they get each week are called in on Sunday. Girls going to church and feeling guilty about how they had been doing things they shouldn't have with their boyfriends or their grades were most likely to make attempts at suicide on Sunday.
One story he told was about a girl who had claimed rape just to get her ex-fiance's attention. The way she did it was even more interesting. They found her naked and beaten up at the park and at first she claimed she was raped but eventually she admitted to doing the damage to herself because she was angry with her fiance and she wanted him to take her back.
Another story was more along the lines of a domestic issue. A little boy had run across the street screaming that his mother and sister were dead and that some stranger had killed them with an axe. As it turns out his mother and sister were fine and he had just been recovering from being sick.
Well after telling me all of these stories we decided to go check some back roads and see if we could catch any couples doing something they shouldn't and we actually caught someone. Right down the street from the temple where they are building some houses we discovered this couple doing some things they shouldn't have been doing.
Of course I didn't see any nudity, thank goodness. They were in a truck and Officer Hagen turned his spotlight on them got out of the car and went over and talked to them. All it looked to me was that the female was really uncomfortable and the male in the car was lifting up his pants so he could put them back on.
By the time the situation was over I was almost in tears from laughing and then the story Officer Hagen told me was even more interesting. He said that he had gotten to the car and the girl was on the floor in the fetal position and crying. The male just looked a little flustered. Hagen asked the girl to put some clothes on but was forced to watch in case one of them tried to pull a weapon out on them.
Anyway that was my experience with the police ride along and I have to admit that it was quite intriguing.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
The Mayor I see
Well I started my feature story and what I was going to do was a profile on the mayor of Rexburg. I started my research by emailing him, Mayor Shawn Larsen, and his associates to find out what he thinks of his job and what his associates think of him.
Since my research was premature I only received a very small amount of quotes, which came from him and one of his coworkers. But through some research on his Web site and the incite of his coworker a lot was revealed to me about the Mayor of Rexburg.
He told me where I could find a majority of the information I was looking for on his Web site but then he also talked about what his plans for the city are. "I recently gave my State of the City speech and it will also provide you some information about our community and some of the projects we have planned for this year."
This actually helped to point me in the right direction and gave me some ideas of where to look for more information on what is going on in the city that would be of interest to the people. But he also informed in more detail of what his role of mayor entailed.
"My responsibilities are to ensure the efficient day-to-day operations of the City of Rexburg. I am in the second year of my second four-year term. I served on the City Council for two years prior to being elected mayor."
I thought that this was interesting because I personally didn't know what the mayor really did. He gave a small glimpse of what he does but its pretty much make sure that things run as smoothly as possible in Rexburg.
On www.rexburg.com I also liked the quote he used to describe what he did and the importance of the small local decisions that are made. "It is at the local level that parks are developed, water is treated, garbage is picked up, pot holes are filled, streets are maintained, and jobs are created.
I also emailed Jennifer Steinmetz, who works directly with the mayor and what she had to say about him was very positive. She noticed a lot of the things that I have noticed recently noticed about him through emails and reports.
"He is very generous with his time, in particular, and his desire to make happier the lives of the citizens of Rexburg is very apparent in his manner."She noticed a certain sincerity about him that was particularly interesting to me because so many representatives and just anyone are so unwilling to sacrifice time. It is a good sign when someone is willing to take the time to stop and help you with what you need.
I liked how she summed up her feeling for Mayor Shawn Larsen and that is how I will sum this up too. "I think he is a very admirable person and I think he has done an excellent job as mayor. I think he has helped raise morale in Rexburg."
Since my research was premature I only received a very small amount of quotes, which came from him and one of his coworkers. But through some research on his Web site and the incite of his coworker a lot was revealed to me about the Mayor of Rexburg.
He told me where I could find a majority of the information I was looking for on his Web site but then he also talked about what his plans for the city are. "I recently gave my State of the City speech and it will also provide you some information about our community and some of the projects we have planned for this year."
This actually helped to point me in the right direction and gave me some ideas of where to look for more information on what is going on in the city that would be of interest to the people. But he also informed in more detail of what his role of mayor entailed.
"My responsibilities are to ensure the efficient day-to-day operations of the City of Rexburg. I am in the second year of my second four-year term. I served on the City Council for two years prior to being elected mayor."
I thought that this was interesting because I personally didn't know what the mayor really did. He gave a small glimpse of what he does but its pretty much make sure that things run as smoothly as possible in Rexburg.
On www.rexburg.com I also liked the quote he used to describe what he did and the importance of the small local decisions that are made. "It is at the local level that parks are developed, water is treated, garbage is picked up, pot holes are filled, streets are maintained, and jobs are created.
I also emailed Jennifer Steinmetz, who works directly with the mayor and what she had to say about him was very positive. She noticed a lot of the things that I have noticed recently noticed about him through emails and reports.
"He is very generous with his time, in particular, and his desire to make happier the lives of the citizens of Rexburg is very apparent in his manner."She noticed a certain sincerity about him that was particularly interesting to me because so many representatives and just anyone are so unwilling to sacrifice time. It is a good sign when someone is willing to take the time to stop and help you with what you need.
I liked how she summed up her feeling for Mayor Shawn Larsen and that is how I will sum this up too. "I think he is a very admirable person and I think he has done an excellent job as mayor. I think he has helped raise morale in Rexburg."
Monday, March 9, 2009
Dr.Jekyll becomes a jackal and attacks a pretty woman
"Pretty woman walkin down the street
pretty woman the kind I like to meet"
My theme song is Pretty Woman (not because I am vain, just look at my name and all will be clear) and recently I have put a little twist on the song. I have come up with this divine plan of how I want to find my "true love" but so far all it has only gotten me in trouble.
The plan is this: with no definite time frame in mind I plan to meet my future husband by tripping over him. Yes that is right I want to literally want to fall in love.
My plan has taken some twists and turn for the worst but hopefully it will work out. I realized recently that my plan wouldn't happen naturally. So, I have taken to throwing myself into the pathway of men. The first attempt I came out with some broken ribs because I tried it on the stairs, which I really wouldn't recommend.
The second time; however, was slightly worse because I came our with a wounded heart and nagging sensation to figure out what happened. So during this random tossing of myself into men it hasn't quite been so random.
I mean I don't toss myself into any mans pathway. I have successfully avoided any men resembling Frankenstein, Dracula or Mr. Hyde but unfortunately threw me into the arms of Dr. Jekyll.
From what I had at first found out about him he seemed like a nice guy. But if he was as good as I thought then he should have been married not in his mid-twenties and single. I seemed to think that a hard worker stood for a nice man but I thought wrong. Sometimes being alone too long with his books and work can make a man very self-centered and...weird. But still he was definitely a "lady killer."
But I can at least say--and with a happy smile--that I didn't trip the first time I met him. I actually didn't think much of him and it wasn't until I kept accidentally tripping over him with my eyes at random places on campus that I decided to take some action and assist what I thought had to be fate.
What a mistake that was. My Dr. Jekyll was on heck of a jackal. Let me define jackal for you, "Any one of several species of carnivorous animals inhabiting Africa and Asia, related to the dog and wolf. They are cowardly, nocturnal, and gregarious. They feed largely on carrion, and are noted for their piercing and dismal howling."
He came on quickly, like a jackal on a dead animal, and I accepted that thinking it was normal but then things became all too clear and I realized, slowly but surely, just what he was. He told me he was interested but there was no effort made to be with me. He truly matched the definition of jackal: he worked in groups of what I like th call jerks and he was nocturnal, only talking to me after midnight and of course he was too much of a coward to be honest about what he really wanted--a make-out buddy.
What a jackal and soon that jackal became the heartless and brutal killer I had thought to avoid, Mr. Hyde. I saw him for what he was a seemingly normal man turned into a deformed monster.
So instead of tripiing over Mister Right, Prince charming or Batman I ran into a walking contradiction. I hope that the jackal someday realizes what he missed out on. Then he can start his piercing and dismal jackal howling because this pretty woman doesn't plan to "stop awhile, take awhile, give a smile, look his way, stay with him" or do any tripping in his direction ever again.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Hidden maneater
Eat your heart out. I am a gorgeous, young, intelligent woman who can offer anyone and everyone an entertaining evening with my winsome wit and my moving memories. No more am I the insecure teenager I once was, I have dropped that aura and took upon myself the presence of a strong willed queen, the queen of my life and no mortal man can stop me from doing what I want.
Where do I get this unstoppable feeling of self-satisfaction? It’s me. I wake up every morning I look in the mirror and I think, "what a gorgeous woman." I know there is more to me then the stupendous figure and the glorious goddess face that I have been given and so that is why I wear a mask.
Every morning without fail I put my mask on, or more like I take gobs of make up and smear it on. In the evening I wash it off and I peel off the added fat that gives me girth and gives me the pinch able juiciness that is not really my face.
Yes I know that the campus forbids students to wear masks but they were so shocked by my stunning beauty that they forced me to put this brown bag over my head. Well that is what it looks like to me. My ordinary face that I put on in the morning holds no glory, no stunning quality that the original does.
It’s a good thing that I know that beneath the grease and the dull brown wig that crowns my head is the true beautiful me. The effects of this cover up have saved girls from my stealing their boyfriends, crushes and even husbands with my stunning charms.
Men have trailed me since I was a child. I worked hard to make myself ugly in a practical way. I shaved my head when I was five, I stopped wearing deodorant when I was twelve and now I have taken to putting on the fake wears of the world that so many girls use to make themselves beautiful.
But I think I am going to quit. I am tired of being judged by this ugly face I am forced to wear. The pretense I put on insults those around me. Everyone knows the gorgeous face and figure that I hide so well under baggy hoodies and the padded gullet that I am wear to add girth to my amazing figure is fake. I can't hide any longer what everyone wants to see.
This dark and dismal place called Rexburg deserves to see the beauty that is me. Even if men begin to trail me at least they will be happy while drooling after me and licking the ground I walk on and caressing the tissues I use to blow my nose with.
I am sick of being dumped and receiving uninterested flirtations from men because of the practical face I use to hide the glorious me. No longer will I do this I won't stand to be looked down on, frowned upon, brutalized and judged.
Who can brow beat beauty? Who would dare to turn me down or ignore me if I were take off this mask? The answer is simple: no one.
Cobras and ferrets
World class flirts need to be shot, especially ones that don’t just verbally flirt but use a certain touch a certain vibe to draw you in. It’s the one’s who hold your hand, cuddle with you and tell you they are interested and want more than a casual flirtation that should be hunted down with a machete.It makes me wonder if they know that they are leaving in their wake a trail of bitter women. Probably and I bet they (he) is thoroughly enjoying the results of their (his) actions.Right now they (he) is probably rubbing their (his) perfect man hands together and smiling that attractive and menacing smile while they (he) plans to capture their (his) next not so attractive and weak willed woman.
I have seen men that look like ferrets and now I have been lead on by a man who acted like a ferret. And what a ferret he was when he was weaving his ferrety body of lies around me while preparing to strike like a cobra and rip my heart out of my chest.That is what these world class flirts are; flirtatious and furrowing ferret cobras that want nothing but a good wrap and bite so they can just walk away licking the droplets of our sweet emotion from their lips.
But there is a hope, brightness to the future because it’s not hard to carry a sharp knife in your pocket…or a handgun. Next time I find myself chasing or pursuing a world class flirt it won’t be with my heart in my hands but with a can of mace, a bomb, a gun or my personal favorite a machete.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Wailing sessions prevent insanity
Sometimes I yell at people that aren’t there and other times I find myself hating person sitting next to me because he is sitting next to me. I do things for no reason, weird things, rude things. Some people have accused me of being crazy but I like to use a better term, a more professional term to describe the randomness that is me and that may be you too.
Insanity, that is the word that describe the new developments that are me. I have recently wondered why this word has played such a big and important role in my life. Why do I burst into song on a crowded subway? Why do I dance on my desk, in the middle of class? Why do I insist that the most poignant conversations I have are with my cat? It has to be because I am certifiably insane and I wondered how it could happen so quickly and so thoroughly?
The reason is tears. I don’t cry, I haven’t cried in years. This has led me to believe that the reason for these bouts of insanity are from the tears I have held back since tenth grade and I am now a sophomore in college. According to studies done at the University of Arizona College of science it is a proven fact that 7% of the people admitted insane asylums are insane because they either lack the ability to cry or choose not to. Of this 7 percent of insane people 93 percent have been returned to sanity by a good wailing session.
The first to see results from a wailing session with her therapist is Mary Chaplin who said; “My psychiatrist told my mother had passed away in a car accident the night before and the next thing I knew I was on the floor, sobbing like a baby with a dirty diaper.”
Mary, a 33-year-old mother, was admitted to the asylum in Sept. 1999 after digging up her dead dog and taking it for walks, or more like dragging it for walks. Mary also would direct traffic in her living room and often would climb trees, insisting that her cat needed rescuing even though Mary had no cat.
“I hadn’t cried for years, the tears would just never come. I didn’t know that the death of my mother would be the end of my insanity,” Mary said.
Of course Mary’s mother was actually not dead but her psychiatrist decided to try out a hunch that she had thought of while she was crying over her headless bird Peaty, who had been decapitated by her brother when she was a little girl. She didn’t know that crying had saved her from a life of insanity and she didn’t know it would save the life of a woman who had spent nine years of her life inside a padded room.
Of course this is all a lie but I believe that an occasional cry can solve a lot of mental conditions. So for those of us who haven’t cried in years maybe we should get together sometime and have one of our own wailing sessions.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
I joined the heart sick masses?
I became my worst nightmare in a matter of days or was it moments? I have always been a practical, down to earth and seemingly boring person. Some people say that my head was screwed on too tight like those barbie dolls you have as a kid and their heads fall off and then you put them back on but the barbie never looks right again because her chin is too close to her chest. That is how people in Maryland always thought of me.
Of course at BYU--Idaho I am considered liberal and a little too lose with my thoughts. I am a survivor though. I don't cry, I haven't really cried in years unless you count death. I don't fall for anyone; at least I like to think that I don't.
I once considered myself a non-chaser and very subtle person but somewhere along the lines I fell short. I fell for someone I didn't really know, I succumbed and I took him at face value. I was roped in by words and wishes. Of course through out this fly by four week relationship I gave myself pep talks. "You don't really like him that much," or "you just met him, how can you like someone that quickly," those were the thoughts that ran rampant in my mind. But somehow my mind lost the battle and my emotions took control and I found myself yearning for something I shouldn't want and could never have.
I still don't know why I wanted to be with a guy who cuddled and then tried to kiss me on the first date, which in case you are wondering I never gave him that privilege....ever. I am not a tramp, slut or whore and so I tend to not let myself succumb to the physical. I am solid, some have even compared me to a tree. But alas trees can be axed down and this guy definitely left more than a knick in my bark.
I started chasing after something that was unattainable or maybe I was just romantacizing things that weren't really there. Who knows but somehow I fell for the louse and I became the pesky persister. I didn't know anything about him and so when a week went by and I hadn't seen him and he pretty much hadn't said a thing to me I began to wonder who he was with and how many girls he had made moves on that week. Maybe he was seeing a different girl every night or maybe I was too ugly for him, both of which are extremely likely because this guy was no monster faced tree chopper.
So to make a long story short I fell, yes you heard it I fell. I succumbed to my emotions and I became paranoid and almost obsessive. I guess it is all part of the Prettyman curse that a witch placed on my family some years ago. My Dad has always blamed things on that and so instead of blaming myself for being weird and possessive I will blame the loss of what could have been a beautiful relationship on the Prettyman curse.
Of course at BYU--Idaho I am considered liberal and a little too lose with my thoughts. I am a survivor though. I don't cry, I haven't really cried in years unless you count death. I don't fall for anyone; at least I like to think that I don't.
I once considered myself a non-chaser and very subtle person but somewhere along the lines I fell short. I fell for someone I didn't really know, I succumbed and I took him at face value. I was roped in by words and wishes. Of course through out this fly by four week relationship I gave myself pep talks. "You don't really like him that much," or "you just met him, how can you like someone that quickly," those were the thoughts that ran rampant in my mind. But somehow my mind lost the battle and my emotions took control and I found myself yearning for something I shouldn't want and could never have.
I still don't know why I wanted to be with a guy who cuddled and then tried to kiss me on the first date, which in case you are wondering I never gave him that privilege....ever. I am not a tramp, slut or whore and so I tend to not let myself succumb to the physical. I am solid, some have even compared me to a tree. But alas trees can be axed down and this guy definitely left more than a knick in my bark.
I started chasing after something that was unattainable or maybe I was just romantacizing things that weren't really there. Who knows but somehow I fell for the louse and I became the pesky persister. I didn't know anything about him and so when a week went by and I hadn't seen him and he pretty much hadn't said a thing to me I began to wonder who he was with and how many girls he had made moves on that week. Maybe he was seeing a different girl every night or maybe I was too ugly for him, both of which are extremely likely because this guy was no monster faced tree chopper.
So to make a long story short I fell, yes you heard it I fell. I succumbed to my emotions and I became paranoid and almost obsessive. I guess it is all part of the Prettyman curse that a witch placed on my family some years ago. My Dad has always blamed things on that and so instead of blaming myself for being weird and possessive I will blame the loss of what could have been a beautiful relationship on the Prettyman curse.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Journalism controls my life
Hmm my day how do I sum it up in just one word? Boring! Ya it was pretty unproductive like the rest of my week. There seems to be a repeated theme in the excitement in my life right now and I wonder what that could be? Probably the focus of my major...journalism. I am an editor for BYU-Idaho's school newspaper and I am taking two journalism classes this semester. In less than two weeks I have done more with my life than I did my whole senior year of high school. Lets start with last week. I some how managed to arrange a date with a guy I met while helping a writer do an interview at the ice rink(he works there), which seems impossible for the impossibly shy person that I am still trying to shake from me. We had the date, got a little friendly and now I am a little head-over-heels for him--I figured I would throw that lame cliche' in to go with my cliche' story--and now I am missing someone I don't know because he has been gone for the past few days on a school trip. Because of this I have been distracted and so I bombed two tests this week, one of which was for a journalism class. How else has journalism taken over and changed my life? I spend my Saturdays laying out pages for the newspapers and the rest of the I spend nagging my writers to meet their deadlines and to come up with some good pieces to put in the paper. I also spent hours writing my first editorial about capital punishment and then had the editors rip it apart in front of my face and pretty much call me a pathetic loser but somehow I still like the piece once I have made a few minor changes. Yesterday I spent 3 hours interviewing a complete stranger who turned out to be pretty darn cute and a lot of fun. By the end of the interview--did I mention it was 3 hours-- him and my roommate were salsa dancing in our living room. Right now I am dreading a long day tomorrow of torture at work so I think I will end this because what more can I say.
Spring
Living in Rexburg has its perks. I have a social life, I know what a shocker. I eat whatever I want without any parental supervision involved. And the list goes on but what Rexburg truly lacks is the beauty of home, Maryland. Everyone out here hears me say I am from Maryland and they immediately think of a dirty city. I have and never will think of Maryland that way because it's not, not even close. I live an hour from D.C. and I live down the street from a river where heron, osprey, bald eagles and more beautiful species of bird exist. I also live down the street from Amish people, lots of Amish people. It is gorgeous in Maryland. I miss digging my bare feet into the warm dirt and the green grass. I miss the sweat of summer, the wet cold of winter and the glorious red of fall. Most of all I miss spring. For years I never knew what se
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Rexburg City Hall and Madison Memorial Hospita
Getting the information for this story seemed really easy at first but it wasn’t quite as easy as I thought. First I had to find an angle and that is when I opened the press release from Rexburg cities main Web site about City hall sharing office space with Madison Memorial hospital. There was only one person that I could contact that was listed on the press release but I tried it. I also used information from the Web site to send out emails to the people who were in charge of the changes that were being made to City Hall and Madison Memorial hospital.
I really thought that the only changes were, that they would just be making more room for the hospital but the significance of the whole situation was over my head until I did the research and wrote the story to figure out how much of a benefit the changes would have on the community.
So after sending out emails I gave it a few days for a response. And I even tried my hand at emailing the Mayor of Rexburg and he actually emailed me back within 24 hours with the Press Release attached and a little note telling me that he had forwarded the email to the main person in charge and that he was grateful for my interest on the subject.
The press release was really helpful but the email that I received from Kristy Geisler, the community affairs director, helped to clear up any misconstrued ideas that I had previously held. There were still some details that I needed and I wanted to get a perspective from the hospital so that story wouldn’t contain any biases.
So I contacted Jennifer Steinmetz, who is in charge of public relations at the Madison Memorial hospital, and she gave me even more details and supplied answers to my questions about the hospital involvement in the situation.
I now know that Madison Memorial Hospital is taking over the existing Rexburg city hall and there is a brand new city hall being built that will house all of the departments. This at first seemed really insignificant to me and I thought it was a waste of money but then through email and phone conversation I found out that this venture could be successful for everyone in Rexburg, including college students.
With the growth of BYU—Idaho there has been a lack of space and so this will help the hospital to fulfill the need. City hall has actually had the funds to make these changes for a while but now they are going to be able to put that money to use and make a profit by selling the existing Rexburg City Hall to the Madison Memorial Hospital and are creating more space for themselves and city hall.
I really thought that the only changes were, that they would just be making more room for the hospital but the significance of the whole situation was over my head until I did the research and wrote the story to figure out how much of a benefit the changes would have on the community.
So after sending out emails I gave it a few days for a response. And I even tried my hand at emailing the Mayor of Rexburg and he actually emailed me back within 24 hours with the Press Release attached and a little note telling me that he had forwarded the email to the main person in charge and that he was grateful for my interest on the subject.
The press release was really helpful but the email that I received from Kristy Geisler, the community affairs director, helped to clear up any misconstrued ideas that I had previously held. There were still some details that I needed and I wanted to get a perspective from the hospital so that story wouldn’t contain any biases.
So I contacted Jennifer Steinmetz, who is in charge of public relations at the Madison Memorial hospital, and she gave me even more details and supplied answers to my questions about the hospital involvement in the situation.
I now know that Madison Memorial Hospital is taking over the existing Rexburg city hall and there is a brand new city hall being built that will house all of the departments. This at first seemed really insignificant to me and I thought it was a waste of money but then through email and phone conversation I found out that this venture could be successful for everyone in Rexburg, including college students.
With the growth of BYU—Idaho there has been a lack of space and so this will help the hospital to fulfill the need. City hall has actually had the funds to make these changes for a while but now they are going to be able to put that money to use and make a profit by selling the existing Rexburg City Hall to the Madison Memorial Hospital and are creating more space for themselves and city hall.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
I love to sing out loud, have I said that before. It makes me happy and it makes me feel the music. I love to just sit, stand and lay while singing. In the shower, in bed, in the fridge, my cupboards.....anywhere. Sometimes when I have my headphones in and I am walking around campus I get the urge to sing and so my lips start moving and I can't help but wanna sing my heart out. Sometimes I just want to sing instead of breathe. I don't know it is a little insane but.....just sing!
Monday, January 12, 2009
West Virginia--Best place ever!
01-12-09
I don't know if I could ever describe the beauty of the place that I have in mind but I shall try. I went on my first real vacation 2 years ago to Ocean City, Maryland and that was pretty fun but when I was younger we spent a week every summer in Wheeling, West Virginia, with family. I never appreciated that amazing place until we skipped it one year for the Ocean. Wheeling...there really isn't much to it for most people but for me it holds practically everything. West Virginia was my happy place when I was younger. I have no bad memories of that place, only good. Everyone there is pretty much family and the sceneryand architecture is desolate in a hauntingly beautiful way. It was once a city for many, mostly coal miners, but now it is a dead place with old wrecked buildings with properties that hold better cars than houses. For years it was the center of everything; back then I never noticed how dead it was. At 14 I picked up on its death and lack of growth, except for the ivy that continues to grow and grab hold of and cover all that it can. This place, I thought at 14, was a dump.... but Wheeling transformed for me very quickly. Itwas no longer the dead city I though but a city of possibilities.
Every family has it's oddities and my family most definitely does. My family is a little interesting but my perspective has changed over the past few years. My Dad has a real firm grip on family history and his father has a real firm grip on stories. I remember the past few summers I spent there so clearly. The stories my Pap told me and the taste of family history my Dad gave me. Pap decided, after much begging, to take us graveyard walking at night. He took us to one that we had visited, biked to and just rambled through on many occasions but then he turned our heads when he suggested taking us to another graveyard. This one didn't hold any family but the stories he told us that night were so vivid. History became alive to me, I could see what his life had once been. He showed us the old buildings he played in as a child, the theatre he would sneak into and the graveyard he walked through every night to get to work. The stories were haunting and thrilling because they were his past, something he never talked about to us. West Virginia has always been my favorite vacation spot and always will be.
I could go on but I won't bore you. Wheeling, West Virginia is more to me than any other place. It's gorgeous, it's decrepit, you can see the past everywhere you turn and you can see yourself more clearly with all it can teach you.
I don't know if I could ever describe the beauty of the place that I have in mind but I shall try. I went on my first real vacation 2 years ago to Ocean City, Maryland and that was pretty fun but when I was younger we spent a week every summer in Wheeling, West Virginia, with family. I never appreciated that amazing place until we skipped it one year for the Ocean. Wheeling...there really isn't much to it for most people but for me it holds practically everything. West Virginia was my happy place when I was younger. I have no bad memories of that place, only good. Everyone there is pretty much family and the sceneryand architecture is desolate in a hauntingly beautiful way. It was once a city for many, mostly coal miners, but now it is a dead place with old wrecked buildings with properties that hold better cars than houses. For years it was the center of everything; back then I never noticed how dead it was. At 14 I picked up on its death and lack of growth, except for the ivy that continues to grow and grab hold of and cover all that it can. This place, I thought at 14, was a dump.... but Wheeling transformed for me very quickly. Itwas no longer the dead city I though but a city of possibilities.
Every family has it's oddities and my family most definitely does. My family is a little interesting but my perspective has changed over the past few years. My Dad has a real firm grip on family history and his father has a real firm grip on stories. I remember the past few summers I spent there so clearly. The stories my Pap told me and the taste of family history my Dad gave me. Pap decided, after much begging, to take us graveyard walking at night. He took us to one that we had visited, biked to and just rambled through on many occasions but then he turned our heads when he suggested taking us to another graveyard. This one didn't hold any family but the stories he told us that night were so vivid. History became alive to me, I could see what his life had once been. He showed us the old buildings he played in as a child, the theatre he would sneak into and the graveyard he walked through every night to get to work. The stories were haunting and thrilling because they were his past, something he never talked about to us. West Virginia has always been my favorite vacation spot and always will be.
I could go on but I won't bore you. Wheeling, West Virginia is more to me than any other place. It's gorgeous, it's decrepit, you can see the past everywhere you turn and you can see yourself more clearly with all it can teach you.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Letter to my "would be" hubby
Dear Husband,
Wow what would I be without you? Probably the poor, coniving woman I once was but no longer am I poor, only coniving. If it weren't for you, I would still wear miss matched socks and I would still be searching for my bedroom floor. The maid you hired is great, have I told you that? She is such a thorough cleaner; yesterday she cleaned our kitchen floor with a toothbrush! The cook is pretty great too; although, lately I have been craving the Korean food we ate on our honeymoon. Is there anyway that you can hire a Korean cook, not that I am complaining because anything is an improvement from the food I used to steal from people's trash cans -- the whole ten second rule is so bogus.
Life is so great now that I have you and your money in my life. You should have seen me before. I was a kind person. I worked hard to make a name for myself, I had goals, a career but you saved me from all of that. Now, I have just you and it is so great. We do so many great things together. Travelling with you is amazing and no longer do I worry about saving money like I used to on trips. That beautiful diamond ring you bought me during our trip in Africa seems to sparkle more and more with each passing day.
My parents were exremely impressed when I told them I was marrying you and showed them the first ring you gave me. It was so kind of you to take my parents under your wing and buy them that mansion on the water. You are so selfless, like the other day when that bum asked me for some change and you called your body guard to beat the stuffing out of that old poor man. Oh what a man but I have to be honest with you now. I lied when I said that I was Bill Gates' niece and I was to inherit all his money and that I am related to the Royal Family but I am sure you understand.
Darling I love you and I hope you know me better now.
Love me a lot,
Kaitlin
PS: Oh and would you mind asking your driver to pick up my dry cleaning on the way home
By the way I am really not this shallow or mean....or heartless.
Wow what would I be without you? Probably the poor, coniving woman I once was but no longer am I poor, only coniving. If it weren't for you, I would still wear miss matched socks and I would still be searching for my bedroom floor. The maid you hired is great, have I told you that? She is such a thorough cleaner; yesterday she cleaned our kitchen floor with a toothbrush! The cook is pretty great too; although, lately I have been craving the Korean food we ate on our honeymoon. Is there anyway that you can hire a Korean cook, not that I am complaining because anything is an improvement from the food I used to steal from people's trash cans -- the whole ten second rule is so bogus.
Life is so great now that I have you and your money in my life. You should have seen me before. I was a kind person. I worked hard to make a name for myself, I had goals, a career but you saved me from all of that. Now, I have just you and it is so great. We do so many great things together. Travelling with you is amazing and no longer do I worry about saving money like I used to on trips. That beautiful diamond ring you bought me during our trip in Africa seems to sparkle more and more with each passing day.
My parents were exremely impressed when I told them I was marrying you and showed them the first ring you gave me. It was so kind of you to take my parents under your wing and buy them that mansion on the water. You are so selfless, like the other day when that bum asked me for some change and you called your body guard to beat the stuffing out of that old poor man. Oh what a man but I have to be honest with you now. I lied when I said that I was Bill Gates' niece and I was to inherit all his money and that I am related to the Royal Family but I am sure you understand.
Darling I love you and I hope you know me better now.
Love me a lot,
Kaitlin
PS: Oh and would you mind asking your driver to pick up my dry cleaning on the way home
By the way I am really not this shallow or mean....or heartless.
If I had a reality show.......
Okay I have never really thought about having a reality show but I have always thought that my life was like the Truman Show. You know the movie with Jim Carrey, where his whole life has been a hoax and his family and friends are all actors and he is the only of who thinks it's real. The reality show that I will star in will be a little different but similar to the Truman Show. It will be called "When you think no one is looking".
It will pretty much be me, the host, showing clips of all the random, crazy things that people do when, go figure, no one is looking. Things like making revolting noises(you know what I mean), singing Handel's Messiah in the shower, picking things that shouldn't be picked, fat people sneaking into the fridge and eating that left over steak they shouldn't have cooked, saying things that shouldn't be said in polite society, plotting to destroy--not the world-- but your best friends life by stealing her husband and children from underneath her since she stole your boyfriend in 6th grade, writing letters to Dear Abby about your pathetic husband who doesn't know how pathetic he is(of course after we catch you doing this, he will). Then there will be other things like crying over "Days of Our Lives" when little Jonny (now big, over weight Jonny) comes out of a 20 year a coma and calls his wife "mother" or taking that cookie your roommate just dropped in the trash can and savoring every bite of it, including whatever was growing out of it.
Of course this show probably won't go into production becaus it's too degrading and I really don't want to know what people are doing when no is looking. But if it were to go on tv it would play out like this; I would be the host and we would show the person doing the horrendous thing they were doing when "no one" was looking but....first we would give a synopsis of their life and how, Tom, the perfect child would never give the dog beer and watch him stumble around like his bum Uncle Jo would do after Tom's mother had dropped him off to his AA meetings. Then I, the host, would proceed to catch them and point and laugh and tell them how lame they are.
So this show will never go on air, but it's the best I could come up with...but like I said before I'm really not heartless or mean.....okay maybe just a little.
It will pretty much be me, the host, showing clips of all the random, crazy things that people do when, go figure, no one is looking. Things like making revolting noises(you know what I mean), singing Handel's Messiah in the shower, picking things that shouldn't be picked, fat people sneaking into the fridge and eating that left over steak they shouldn't have cooked, saying things that shouldn't be said in polite society, plotting to destroy--not the world-- but your best friends life by stealing her husband and children from underneath her since she stole your boyfriend in 6th grade, writing letters to Dear Abby about your pathetic husband who doesn't know how pathetic he is(of course after we catch you doing this, he will). Then there will be other things like crying over "Days of Our Lives" when little Jonny (now big, over weight Jonny) comes out of a 20 year a coma and calls his wife "mother" or taking that cookie your roommate just dropped in the trash can and savoring every bite of it, including whatever was growing out of it.
Of course this show probably won't go into production becaus it's too degrading and I really don't want to know what people are doing when no is looking. But if it were to go on tv it would play out like this; I would be the host and we would show the person doing the horrendous thing they were doing when "no one" was looking but....first we would give a synopsis of their life and how, Tom, the perfect child would never give the dog beer and watch him stumble around like his bum Uncle Jo would do after Tom's mother had dropped him off to his AA meetings. Then I, the host, would proceed to catch them and point and laugh and tell them how lame they are.
So this show will never go on air, but it's the best I could come up with...but like I said before I'm really not heartless or mean.....okay maybe just a little.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
What more can I say?
What more can I say, I finally discovered what a blog is and here I am....writing in MY blog. It's not your blog, it's mine, do you hear? I can't wait to eventually have people read this, when I am famous and rich, because they won't read it unless I tell them to by hunting them down with some kind of dangerous object. So, what more can I say, then what has just been said because what was just said is amazing and someday it will go down in history.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
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