I changed my mind. I'm going to be Snow White for Halloween instead of Dorothy.
The reason?
I'm an idiot and remembered AFTER I bought the Dorothy costume that I had purchased a Snow White costume for last year thinking I'd go to some snazzy Halloween party and didn't. Thus, I have two costumes, both of which require red, sparkly shoes. So I'm glad I bought those this year to complete both costumes!
Now, if I can just learn to walk in those shoes ... three inch heels are not something I wear on a regular basis. Bah! Watch me fall over before I even get in or out of the car. D'oh!
I did tell Mom that maybe I would meet a prince at the Halloween party I'm attending this year. She exuberantly said, "Yes! Maybe you will!" Ha, ha, ha. Yeah, right. Don't hold your breath folks! I didn't eat a poisoned apple or sleep for a gazillion years or work for lousy step-sisters or anything else princess-y. Therefore, no prince. Just a bunch of idiot boys who wouldn't know what hit them if it announced itself first.
At least I'll have good company on the way there and back. Thank heavens for awesome girlfriends that come as my posse!
10/25/10
10/19/10
I decided on ...
Decision made.
I'm going to be Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz for Halloween. Red shoes and all.
Suppose I can take my dog with me to any Halloween Parties? That would TOTALLY complete the outfit, yeah? Yeah.
Let's just say that Halloween is NOT cheap. Between the pumpkin carving, fun activities, oodles of candy, costumes, accessories, decorations, and everything else, Halloween is becoming more expensive than Christmas. There's something wrong with that picture. Not that Christmas is all about money, but when did Halloween become all about everything BUT the little kiddies who come knocking on the door? Plus, we've forgotten neighborhoods and gone for trunk-or-treats. What kid needs 40 pounds of candy?! Good grief.
The one thing I AM looking forward to is making that stew in a pumpkin. Mmmm. That's good stuff! There's something about eating a warm, flavorful meal out of a pumpkin. It's a lot of work, but so worth it! Bring on Halloween!!!
I'm going to be Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz for Halloween. Red shoes and all.
Suppose I can take my dog with me to any Halloween Parties? That would TOTALLY complete the outfit, yeah? Yeah.
Let's just say that Halloween is NOT cheap. Between the pumpkin carving, fun activities, oodles of candy, costumes, accessories, decorations, and everything else, Halloween is becoming more expensive than Christmas. There's something wrong with that picture. Not that Christmas is all about money, but when did Halloween become all about everything BUT the little kiddies who come knocking on the door? Plus, we've forgotten neighborhoods and gone for trunk-or-treats. What kid needs 40 pounds of candy?! Good grief.
The one thing I AM looking forward to is making that stew in a pumpkin. Mmmm. That's good stuff! There's something about eating a warm, flavorful meal out of a pumpkin. It's a lot of work, but so worth it! Bring on Halloween!!!
10/18/10
The one where I went postal ...
The Primary Program. Need I say more?
Well, I will anyway. Because yesterday at our practice, I lost it. Went postal on the children. Yes, on the children!
Here's the scoop:
I am the Junior Primary pianist. The Senior Primary pianist has to play the organ, so I volunteered to play for the whole program. This was the first time both sections of the Primary had been together to practice. There was a lot of organized chaos, but I was so pleased with the little Junior peeps. They were reverent and listening and trying their best to sing the songs and get the words right. Go team!
During every song we sang, there was some yelling. At first, I thought it was a few of the smaller ones singing loud (because they don't know the difference sometimes between singing loud and yelling). Before long, I realized it was NOT the little people. It was the oldest boys who were sitting behind me.
Well, I let it go for a bit. The senior music leader wasn't there, so one of the Presidency was helping with the music. We got to the song "The Church of Jesus Christ" - one of the kids' all-time favorite songs to sing. They always sing it with gusto. The Junior chorister taught the kids they are singing their testimony. And it's the one song they know all the words to without hesitation. It didn't surprise me that they sang VERY loudly.
Then, this overwhelming feeling of anger welled up in my throat. The oldest boys were yelling - actually, it was more like screaming - every time the words "church" or "Jesus Christ" were sung in the song. I couldn't take it anymore!
I stood up from the piano bench and gave them what for, basically saying they were singing a song about my Savior and that was NOT the way the song should be sung. Here are these boys, sitting behind the sacrament table, screaming the words Jesus Christ and thinking it was funny. These are the boys that will pass the sacrament to me in the next two years. And that's how they treat the words Jesus Christ?! I don't think so!!!
Well, with tears in my eyes, I nicely told them where to go and re-played the song introduction. Everyone (except those boys) sang the song again, only this time it was much more quiet and respectful. After church, I went back and apologized to the Presidency saying I shouldn't have lost my cool, etc. They all said the same thing - "You don't need to apologize!" Little did I know that the Primary President had gone out to look for members of the Bishopric to come and sit with the boys. When she couldn't find anyone, she came back to the chapel, only to hear me chew them out.
Oh man. I feel bad for going postal, but there is no way I will allow someone (especially someone who knows better!) to disrespect my Savior that way. Later, I told Mom that it kind of felt good to do it because now I knew I was capable of standing up when things counted - when it mattered. And that I wasn't afraid to speak my mind and say, "Hey, that is NOT how you speak about Jesus Christ." Hopefully, that means I will also say the same things if I'm ever being tortured. Or maimed. Or anything else that's bound to happen with the Second Coming as the world is being burned.
Honestly, I'm not one that gets mad like that a lot. Things bother me, sure, but I don't usually speak out about it because I'm more of a peacemaker - I just want everyone to get along with and love each other. Guess we'll see what happens next week when we do the program for the whole congregation. Start praying now that those older boys behave because NOBODY wants to see me stand up and give them what for during the meeting.
Do you suppose I'm going to be "cast out" for going postal on the Primary children?
Well, I will anyway. Because yesterday at our practice, I lost it. Went postal on the children. Yes, on the children!
Here's the scoop:
I am the Junior Primary pianist. The Senior Primary pianist has to play the organ, so I volunteered to play for the whole program. This was the first time both sections of the Primary had been together to practice. There was a lot of organized chaos, but I was so pleased with the little Junior peeps. They were reverent and listening and trying their best to sing the songs and get the words right. Go team!
During every song we sang, there was some yelling. At first, I thought it was a few of the smaller ones singing loud (because they don't know the difference sometimes between singing loud and yelling). Before long, I realized it was NOT the little people. It was the oldest boys who were sitting behind me.
Well, I let it go for a bit. The senior music leader wasn't there, so one of the Presidency was helping with the music. We got to the song "The Church of Jesus Christ" - one of the kids' all-time favorite songs to sing. They always sing it with gusto. The Junior chorister taught the kids they are singing their testimony. And it's the one song they know all the words to without hesitation. It didn't surprise me that they sang VERY loudly.
Then, this overwhelming feeling of anger welled up in my throat. The oldest boys were yelling - actually, it was more like screaming - every time the words "church" or "Jesus Christ" were sung in the song. I couldn't take it anymore!
I stood up from the piano bench and gave them what for, basically saying they were singing a song about my Savior and that was NOT the way the song should be sung. Here are these boys, sitting behind the sacrament table, screaming the words Jesus Christ and thinking it was funny. These are the boys that will pass the sacrament to me in the next two years. And that's how they treat the words Jesus Christ?! I don't think so!!!
Well, with tears in my eyes, I nicely told them where to go and re-played the song introduction. Everyone (except those boys) sang the song again, only this time it was much more quiet and respectful. After church, I went back and apologized to the Presidency saying I shouldn't have lost my cool, etc. They all said the same thing - "You don't need to apologize!" Little did I know that the Primary President had gone out to look for members of the Bishopric to come and sit with the boys. When she couldn't find anyone, she came back to the chapel, only to hear me chew them out.
Oh man. I feel bad for going postal, but there is no way I will allow someone (especially someone who knows better!) to disrespect my Savior that way. Later, I told Mom that it kind of felt good to do it because now I knew I was capable of standing up when things counted - when it mattered. And that I wasn't afraid to speak my mind and say, "Hey, that is NOT how you speak about Jesus Christ." Hopefully, that means I will also say the same things if I'm ever being tortured. Or maimed. Or anything else that's bound to happen with the Second Coming as the world is being burned.
Honestly, I'm not one that gets mad like that a lot. Things bother me, sure, but I don't usually speak out about it because I'm more of a peacemaker - I just want everyone to get along with and love each other. Guess we'll see what happens next week when we do the program for the whole congregation. Start praying now that those older boys behave because NOBODY wants to see me stand up and give them what for during the meeting.
Do you suppose I'm going to be "cast out" for going postal on the Primary children?
10/14/10
Word usage that drives me crazy
The word is anyway - NOT anyways.
Don't say "for reals" when it's "for real."
And it's I/he/she said - NOT says.
Please don't say, "She goes or he goes..." It's not proper.
Argh. I don't know why, but incorrect word usage drives me crazy!
Whatever people. Just start using words correctly and we'll be fine.
Today is October 14th. It's my BFF's birthday. Ah, good memories with Shauna Bunanna. I don't remember NOT knowing her. We've been through thick and thin, fun and sad, and everything in between. Our backyards were connected by a hole in the fence. We spent days and nights together. We played house, school, Barbies, and music together. It's been an amazing 33 years. Who can say they've had a best friend for that many years? And who can say they've been best friends with someone since the day they were born? Pretty amazing.
There ain't nothin' 'bout Shauna or my friendship with her that drives me crazy.
Should ain't be on the list of word usage that drives me crazy? Nah.
Don't say "for reals" when it's "for real."
And it's I/he/she said - NOT says.
Please don't say, "She goes or he goes..." It's not proper.
Argh. I don't know why, but incorrect word usage drives me crazy!
Whatever people. Just start using words correctly and we'll be fine.
Today is October 14th. It's my BFF's birthday. Ah, good memories with Shauna Bunanna. I don't remember NOT knowing her. We've been through thick and thin, fun and sad, and everything in between. Our backyards were connected by a hole in the fence. We spent days and nights together. We played house, school, Barbies, and music together. It's been an amazing 33 years. Who can say they've had a best friend for that many years? And who can say they've been best friends with someone since the day they were born? Pretty amazing.
There ain't nothin' 'bout Shauna or my friendship with her that drives me crazy.
Should ain't be on the list of word usage that drives me crazy? Nah.
10/13/10
That's not a valid reason
There's been a lot of broo-ha-ha (however you spell it) over tax hikes for families in the very near future. Supposedly, Obama said they wouldn't increase taxes for those who make less than $250k a year. Uh, yeah, that includes a LOT of people.
After reading the report about the tax hikes and discussing it some, I heard someone (single) say, "Well, one more reason I'll never get married." What the?! That's not a valid reason. Sure, the comment could have been made in jest, but really? I don't even get the thinking behind that. You don't want to be taxed more, so you avoid finding an eternal mate and having children in order to get out of it? Wow. That's gotta be a marker of some kind of insanity. Better yet, I think it's the best example of selfishness I've ever heard. Why not say instead, "I like having my time, money, and interests to myself. Therefore, I'll never get married." But nnnnnnnno. You gotta use some dumb excuse about tax hikes to try and cover your selfishness. Genius.
Instead of ending on a negative thought, I'd like to say how miraculous and amazing and wonderful it is that 33 Chilean miners are being rescued today. They have spent 69 days in a mine. The 15-20 minute ride in a capsule to daylight has got to be the longest ride of their lives. Imagine how they must feel seeing their families for the first time in months. Knowing they can have a real meal for dinner tonight. Realizing that time has passed while they've been enclosed in a hole 2,000 or more feet underground. Wow. How incredible is it that they have now been saved and get to go back to "normal" life? It's truly a miracle of huge proportions.
Betcha none of them are worried about tax hikes. And I betcha none of them would let tax hikes keep them from finding and marrying the love of their life and having kids that they can tell their amazing story to as they grow up. Betcha the last thing on their mind is being selfish. Hope it doesn't take such dramatic events for other people to stop being selfish. They could really learn a lesson from those miners.
After reading the report about the tax hikes and discussing it some, I heard someone (single) say, "Well, one more reason I'll never get married." What the?! That's not a valid reason. Sure, the comment could have been made in jest, but really? I don't even get the thinking behind that. You don't want to be taxed more, so you avoid finding an eternal mate and having children in order to get out of it? Wow. That's gotta be a marker of some kind of insanity. Better yet, I think it's the best example of selfishness I've ever heard. Why not say instead, "I like having my time, money, and interests to myself. Therefore, I'll never get married." But nnnnnnnno. You gotta use some dumb excuse about tax hikes to try and cover your selfishness. Genius.
Instead of ending on a negative thought, I'd like to say how miraculous and amazing and wonderful it is that 33 Chilean miners are being rescued today. They have spent 69 days in a mine. The 15-20 minute ride in a capsule to daylight has got to be the longest ride of their lives. Imagine how they must feel seeing their families for the first time in months. Knowing they can have a real meal for dinner tonight. Realizing that time has passed while they've been enclosed in a hole 2,000 or more feet underground. Wow. How incredible is it that they have now been saved and get to go back to "normal" life? It's truly a miracle of huge proportions.
Betcha none of them are worried about tax hikes. And I betcha none of them would let tax hikes keep them from finding and marrying the love of their life and having kids that they can tell their amazing story to as they grow up. Betcha the last thing on their mind is being selfish. Hope it doesn't take such dramatic events for other people to stop being selfish. They could really learn a lesson from those miners.
10/12/10
Perceptions
Perceptions = 90% of our truth
I firmly believe that. We only see what we want to see and hear what we want to hear.
Case in point: Recently, I planned an activity. The day before said activity, I intended to ask a certain person if they would like to come with me. Then, certain person mentioned they had plans with friends the evening of the planned activity, so I didn't invite them. Later, I invited another person to the activity.
The first person then told others who were at the activity that they never get invited to do anything, that they are always left out, etc. HOWEVER, the "uninvited" person is only seeing and hearing what they want to see. Instead of going directly to the person (me) that didn't invite them and asking about the reasons they were not invited, they made assumptions and unfounded accusations.
The stupid thing is that what they want to see and what they want to hear is complete untruth! Their perception equals 90% of their truth, and their perception is totally (100%) wrong. Maybe people should check their facts before making judgments instead of basing everything on perceptions. If you're going to base everything on perceptions, learn to ask questions first and go directly to the source before assuming you know what's going on.
Otherwise, remember that YOUR perception is not even .001% of MY truth, and that means you're basically crazy and have no clue what you're talking about.
I firmly believe that. We only see what we want to see and hear what we want to hear.
Case in point: Recently, I planned an activity. The day before said activity, I intended to ask a certain person if they would like to come with me. Then, certain person mentioned they had plans with friends the evening of the planned activity, so I didn't invite them. Later, I invited another person to the activity.
The first person then told others who were at the activity that they never get invited to do anything, that they are always left out, etc. HOWEVER, the "uninvited" person is only seeing and hearing what they want to see. Instead of going directly to the person (me) that didn't invite them and asking about the reasons they were not invited, they made assumptions and unfounded accusations.
The stupid thing is that what they want to see and what they want to hear is complete untruth! Their perception equals 90% of their truth, and their perception is totally (100%) wrong. Maybe people should check their facts before making judgments instead of basing everything on perceptions. If you're going to base everything on perceptions, learn to ask questions first and go directly to the source before assuming you know what's going on.
Otherwise, remember that YOUR perception is not even .001% of MY truth, and that means you're basically crazy and have no clue what you're talking about.
10/11/10
Quit Yer Belly-Achin'
Does anyone else ever feel like it's impossible to please certain people? There are some people who won't be happy no matter what you do. To those people, I say, "Quit yer belly-achin'!"
After all, I wasn't sent here to live my life for other people, was I? Wasn't I sent here to learn from my own mistakes and be responsible for my own happiness? Because, if we were really sent here to make everyone else happy, we'd all be complete failures!
That means I can't always extend an invitation to everyone, I can't always include everyone, I can't solve everyone's problems, and I definitely can't be the source of happiness for everyone on the planet.
To those who think that I should make them happy and include them in everything I do and invite them to every place I go, I say again (even louder), "Quit yer belly-achin'!" Take some initiative and find ways to be happy on your own. Find places to go and things to do without waiting for an invitation. Better yet, actually plan something that you can invite others to do with you. Now THAT is a novel idea!
And one last word to the wise: the more you complain and carry on and talk smack and whine about others and the "injustices" you've been subjected to, the fewer invitations you'll get and the less likely you'll be included in anything. So cowboy up and ...
QUIT YER BELLY-ACHIN'!!!
After all, I wasn't sent here to live my life for other people, was I? Wasn't I sent here to learn from my own mistakes and be responsible for my own happiness? Because, if we were really sent here to make everyone else happy, we'd all be complete failures!
That means I can't always extend an invitation to everyone, I can't always include everyone, I can't solve everyone's problems, and I definitely can't be the source of happiness for everyone on the planet.
To those who think that I should make them happy and include them in everything I do and invite them to every place I go, I say again (even louder), "Quit yer belly-achin'!" Take some initiative and find ways to be happy on your own. Find places to go and things to do without waiting for an invitation. Better yet, actually plan something that you can invite others to do with you. Now THAT is a novel idea!
And one last word to the wise: the more you complain and carry on and talk smack and whine about others and the "injustices" you've been subjected to, the fewer invitations you'll get and the less likely you'll be included in anything. So cowboy up and ...
QUIT YER BELLY-ACHIN'!!!
10/7/10
Fragile
Dictionary.com's definition of fragile is: easily broken, shattered, or damaged; delicate; brittle; frail. That about covers it.
It's a pretty small word that covers a lot of ground. After all, there are a lot of fragile things. Life is fragile - it can end at any moment. Feelings are fragile - they can be hurt with just a few words. Children are fragile - one bad memory can scar them for life. Friendships are fragile - you can lose a friend in seconds if you're not honest or trustworthy.
There are a lot more things in life that are fragile. I'm not sure what drove me to write this post. Often, I think we forget how much we have and how it can all be lost in a matter of seconds, sometimes by the choices others make. Maybe that's why it's so important to enjoy the small things and take advantage of things like smelling the roses. We never know when those moments will be our last.
Wow ... it sounds kind of depressing, but that's not at all what I meant to convey. I'm glad that life is fragile. It solidifies my knowledge that a loving Heavenly Father exists and knows what is best for me. My job is to enjoy the blessings I've been given and show my gratitude for them by serving others and trusting that the fragile moments (which will come) are the best teaching tools in mortality. That way, when we are called Home we have no regrets and leave nothing but good behind for those who must go on without us.
Guess that means all of us, no matter our situation or economic status or educational background, are fragile. What say we start treating each other that way? Ah, yes. I see world peace covering the whole earth right now ....
It's a pretty small word that covers a lot of ground. After all, there are a lot of fragile things. Life is fragile - it can end at any moment. Feelings are fragile - they can be hurt with just a few words. Children are fragile - one bad memory can scar them for life. Friendships are fragile - you can lose a friend in seconds if you're not honest or trustworthy.
There are a lot more things in life that are fragile. I'm not sure what drove me to write this post. Often, I think we forget how much we have and how it can all be lost in a matter of seconds, sometimes by the choices others make. Maybe that's why it's so important to enjoy the small things and take advantage of things like smelling the roses. We never know when those moments will be our last.
Wow ... it sounds kind of depressing, but that's not at all what I meant to convey. I'm glad that life is fragile. It solidifies my knowledge that a loving Heavenly Father exists and knows what is best for me. My job is to enjoy the blessings I've been given and show my gratitude for them by serving others and trusting that the fragile moments (which will come) are the best teaching tools in mortality. That way, when we are called Home we have no regrets and leave nothing but good behind for those who must go on without us.
Guess that means all of us, no matter our situation or economic status or educational background, are fragile. What say we start treating each other that way? Ah, yes. I see world peace covering the whole earth right now ....
10/5/10
Guster Love
My favorite group is:
I found them ages ago when a friend of mine suggested I listen to Snow Patrol because it was her favorite group at the time. Well, I didn't really get into Snow Patrol, but iTunes suggested a group called Guster. Just for the heck of it, I listened to some of their songs.
That very day, I downloaded every song of Guster's I could find. :o) I'm not impulsive at all.
It's been a while since they've released anything new. And then, a few months ago, I got an update that they had a new album coming out today. I immediately pre-ordered from Amazon and am happily listening to my favorite group.
The album is called:
These are some of the lyrics from the new album:
Oh yeah. I'd also like to say that Blogger is dumb because it makes you THINK you can upload several images at once, but you really can't. Unless you want to insert them all at the same time. Not cool, Blogger. But you haven't ruined my day. I have Guster love!
10/4/10
Well, Hello Mr. Sexy
I had to make a phone call this morning to get some school-related junk worked out.
A Mr. Sexy answered the phone. I imagine he looked something like this:
That is the actor from North and South. He's Mr. Sexy, too. Sometimes I think it would be cool to have visual phone conversations. That way you could see exactly what the person on the other end looked like. Maybe you could actually meet more people that way, too. You'd be more likely to take an interest in someone if you could put a face to their voice/name, right? Hm.
On a completely opposite sidenote, I'd really like to dress up for Halloween this year. There's a big party on the 30th that I'd like to attend, but that means I've got to come up with something creative for not a lot of money. Suggestions?
One year for a work shindig I asked my sister, Lisa, to make me a clown costume. It rocked! My hair was longer then and we rolled it up really tight in curlers (thanks to Mom) the night before and sprayed it green. It was the best costume I've ever worn. Unfortunately, that costume is WAY too big now, so I've got to come up with something else. If you've ever searched for Halloween costumes online or in a store, they are not cheap. And I'm not into the "dress like a whore because you can get away with it one night a year" thing. Besides, the fun part of Halloween is not the scary (or skanky) stuff. It's the cutesy things - like pumpkins, scarecrows, and funny witches.
Too bad I don't have a Mr. Sexy to wear on my arm. That would be costume enough!
A Mr. Sexy answered the phone. I imagine he looked something like this:
On a completely opposite sidenote, I'd really like to dress up for Halloween this year. There's a big party on the 30th that I'd like to attend, but that means I've got to come up with something creative for not a lot of money. Suggestions?
One year for a work shindig I asked my sister, Lisa, to make me a clown costume. It rocked! My hair was longer then and we rolled it up really tight in curlers (thanks to Mom) the night before and sprayed it green. It was the best costume I've ever worn. Unfortunately, that costume is WAY too big now, so I've got to come up with something else. If you've ever searched for Halloween costumes online or in a store, they are not cheap. And I'm not into the "dress like a whore because you can get away with it one night a year" thing. Besides, the fun part of Halloween is not the scary (or skanky) stuff. It's the cutesy things - like pumpkins, scarecrows, and funny witches.
Too bad I don't have a Mr. Sexy to wear on my arm. That would be costume enough!
9/30/10
Geez!
For months now, I have been trying to figure out how to center the picture in the header of my blog. You'd think it was brain surgery or something! Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeez!
Well, heck, I finally figured it out. All I had to do was type some gobbledy-gook after the header jazz of the template and voila! Instant photo centering. The margin had to be zero auto or some crazy crap like that.
Why do they make it so difficult? I mean, they make blogging accessible to anyone, but then force you to get a degree in computer programming to do what you want with it. Why don't they just have a "center photo header" button you can click on in the template design? Wouldn't that simplify things for everyone? Dumb it down a bit!
Maybe the computer whizzes are actually running Blogger. Maybe that's why they do it - to make you feel like an incompetent idiot. That way, you finally give up and settle for a mediocre-looking blog rather than making it perty to look at. That's how they make you go nuts and eventually send you to the loony bin.
Too bad computer whizzes! You suckers didn't win this time! I figured out your nonsensical programming madness and centered my header picture! Take that! And I'm going to give out your secrets to others that want to center their header picture, too! Nice try getting my blog to suck! You lose, I win!!!
Whoa. Maybe I better admit myself to the loony bin, huh? Don't answer that. Geez!
Well, heck, I finally figured it out. All I had to do was type some gobbledy-gook after the header jazz of the template and voila! Instant photo centering. The margin had to be zero auto or some crazy crap like that.
Why do they make it so difficult? I mean, they make blogging accessible to anyone, but then force you to get a degree in computer programming to do what you want with it. Why don't they just have a "center photo header" button you can click on in the template design? Wouldn't that simplify things for everyone? Dumb it down a bit!
Maybe the computer whizzes are actually running Blogger. Maybe that's why they do it - to make you feel like an incompetent idiot. That way, you finally give up and settle for a mediocre-looking blog rather than making it perty to look at. That's how they make you go nuts and eventually send you to the loony bin.
Too bad computer whizzes! You suckers didn't win this time! I figured out your nonsensical programming madness and centered my header picture! Take that! And I'm going to give out your secrets to others that want to center their header picture, too! Nice try getting my blog to suck! You lose, I win!!!
Whoa. Maybe I better admit myself to the loony bin, huh? Don't answer that. Geez!
9/29/10
Worth Watching
The video at this link is totally worth watching.
You can also copy or paste this address
(http://www.eastvalleyproductions.com/blog.cfm?postID=31)
to watch the video.
There are some breathtakingly beautiful pictures.
The music is very fitting and peaceful.
I'm truly blessed to have a Savior that loves me, watches over me, and paid a high price for me - all for a chance to return and be with Him again someday.
When nobody else loves me, I know He does.
One day, I hope to be like Him.
Until then, I hope I represent Him well.
I love Him.
9/24/10
Weirdos
Why do all the weirdos want to talk to me?
Before I lost weight, nobody ever approached me in a store. If I asked for help (i.e. where's the ...?) I would get a response, but strangers never approached me or talked to me.
The other night, I was at Walmart. I put some screen protectors in my cart and the guy in the electronics departments asked if I needed any help. Uh, no. I believe I already put the item in my cart, but thanks for checking?
Shortly after that, I looked in the camera section to price SD cards. In the process of looking for them, I found a free disc to edit photos, etc. I stood there looking at it and a guy came out of nowhere and asked if I needed help finding anything. When I mentioned the SD cards, he walked me over to them and asked about what size I wanted, how many gigs, etc. I said, "Oh, I'm only pricing them right now." He went on and on about how different cameras take different sizes and how I need to find out what my camera holds. Duh! I know what my camera takes; I wanted to price them - that's all.
What makes the whole scenario worse is that it's always the weirdos that approach me now. I kind of liked it better when nobody ever talked to me. :o)
The first guy was okay, but he kinda followed me around the department and eyed me. It was a little freaky. The second guy was okay, too, but he had terrible teeth and a high-pitched voice. Don't get me wrong - I'm not judging these boys/men/guys on their appearance, but it definitely adds to the weirdness of them "needing" to help me with something.
Why the weirdos?! Why can't it be the cute, sandy-haired, gorgeous smile, you're-a-hottie guy at Costco that asks if I need help with anything? And then why can't he follow me to the checkout, load up my cart, and offer to help me to my car with it? And then ask for my name and number and if I'm free on Friday night. Hee hee! Yeah, right. Like that kind of thing ever happens.
Don't I deserve better than the weirdos?
Before I lost weight, nobody ever approached me in a store. If I asked for help (i.e. where's the ...?) I would get a response, but strangers never approached me or talked to me.
The other night, I was at Walmart. I put some screen protectors in my cart and the guy in the electronics departments asked if I needed any help. Uh, no. I believe I already put the item in my cart, but thanks for checking?
Shortly after that, I looked in the camera section to price SD cards. In the process of looking for them, I found a free disc to edit photos, etc. I stood there looking at it and a guy came out of nowhere and asked if I needed help finding anything. When I mentioned the SD cards, he walked me over to them and asked about what size I wanted, how many gigs, etc. I said, "Oh, I'm only pricing them right now." He went on and on about how different cameras take different sizes and how I need to find out what my camera holds. Duh! I know what my camera takes; I wanted to price them - that's all.
What makes the whole scenario worse is that it's always the weirdos that approach me now. I kind of liked it better when nobody ever talked to me. :o)
The first guy was okay, but he kinda followed me around the department and eyed me. It was a little freaky. The second guy was okay, too, but he had terrible teeth and a high-pitched voice. Don't get me wrong - I'm not judging these boys/men/guys on their appearance, but it definitely adds to the weirdness of them "needing" to help me with something.
Why the weirdos?! Why can't it be the cute, sandy-haired, gorgeous smile, you're-a-hottie guy at Costco that asks if I need help with anything? And then why can't he follow me to the checkout, load up my cart, and offer to help me to my car with it? And then ask for my name and number and if I'm free on Friday night. Hee hee! Yeah, right. Like that kind of thing ever happens.
Don't I deserve better than the weirdos?
Apples and Onions
Don't ever put apples and onions in the same refrigerator drawer. I learned that lesson the hard way this week. Every apple I have eaten has had an onion aftertaste. Apples are one of my most favorite fruits, but that's kinda been soured this week.
The whole experience reminded me of the apples and onions analogy. In Young Women's (years ago), we had an object lesson where a bunch of apples and two onions were covered in caramel. The onions were the biggest of the bunch. We all selected which "apple" we wanted, and as we went to take a bite our leaders talked about how outward appearances don't always match what a person is like on the inside. The onions were the biggest and most round of the bunch. On the outside, they were covered with caramel-sweet goodness. But on the inside, they were onions - bitter, sour onions.
Luckily, those who took the onions didn't have to eat them. The treat, obviously, for that evening was carameled apples. They didn't taste quite as good as they would have before the object lesson, but the point was made. Things are not always what they appear to be. People are not always what we assume they are.
This week has been a reminder to be careful not to make assumptions about anything or anyone. Oh yes, and also to keep my onions out of the fruit drawer in the fridge.
The whole experience reminded me of the apples and onions analogy. In Young Women's (years ago), we had an object lesson where a bunch of apples and two onions were covered in caramel. The onions were the biggest of the bunch. We all selected which "apple" we wanted, and as we went to take a bite our leaders talked about how outward appearances don't always match what a person is like on the inside. The onions were the biggest and most round of the bunch. On the outside, they were covered with caramel-sweet goodness. But on the inside, they were onions - bitter, sour onions.
Luckily, those who took the onions didn't have to eat them. The treat, obviously, for that evening was carameled apples. They didn't taste quite as good as they would have before the object lesson, but the point was made. Things are not always what they appear to be. People are not always what we assume they are.
This week has been a reminder to be careful not to make assumptions about anything or anyone. Oh yes, and also to keep my onions out of the fruit drawer in the fridge.
9/22/10
Funny Hot Guy
Want to watch a funny show? Watch this show
With these funny people
And this hot guy
It only lasted two seasons, but the show is funny! Thank heavens I don't work in a lunatic workplace with a boss like Veronica (Portia). Honestly, I'd throw myself out the window if I had to deal with her. But it would be nice to have a cute, sensitive, single, do-what's-right guy there to look at. That might make the whole 8-5 thing worth it.
By the way, Veridian scares me because, well, I think it might actually be more true than anyone knows. I swear some of the things companies invent are actually made to torture us (i.e. high heels, nylons, belts, anything restrictive or uncomfortable), but they do it with an air of "You're gonna love this!" And sadly, we all buy into it because we really are convinced we're gonna love it. It frightens me just a little.
Then I look at pictures of Jay Harrington and suddenly I'm all better. Hm. It's amazing what a pretty face with a little 5 o'clock shadow will do for a girl.
9/20/10
Editing and Imaging
Started a new class today. They expect me to edit images. Ha! Crazy nuts.
Actually, this should be a really good experience. I'll have to take pictures, edit them, enhance them, etc. Since we're having some excellent colors this year on the mountains, it will be the perfect opportunity to hit the streets and get some shots of the beautifully colored leaves.
My final project for the course is one of the following: scrapbook photo album, one-year wall calendar (I think this sounds like the most fun), web photo gallery, collection of greeting cards, mural, movie poster, advertisement, or portfolio. Plus, it has to include a bunch of things that I have no idea about. Like a mask. What's a mask? That's something you wear on Halloween. Not something you do to a picture. Right?
Anyway, this should be an interesting class. And what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. At the end of nine weeks, I should be The Incredible Hulk!
(Let's just say I'm glad there's an "excuse" to take some pictures. I haven't had fun taking pictures for a long time!)
Actually, this should be a really good experience. I'll have to take pictures, edit them, enhance them, etc. Since we're having some excellent colors this year on the mountains, it will be the perfect opportunity to hit the streets and get some shots of the beautifully colored leaves.
My final project for the course is one of the following: scrapbook photo album, one-year wall calendar (I think this sounds like the most fun), web photo gallery, collection of greeting cards, mural, movie poster, advertisement, or portfolio. Plus, it has to include a bunch of things that I have no idea about. Like a mask. What's a mask? That's something you wear on Halloween. Not something you do to a picture. Right?
Anyway, this should be an interesting class. And what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. At the end of nine weeks, I should be The Incredible Hulk!
(Let's just say I'm glad there's an "excuse" to take some pictures. I haven't had fun taking pictures for a long time!)
9/16/10
Demographic Winter Trailer
This is a documentary in the works, and I hope to see the whole thing when it comes out. The first time I saw it, I was a little dumbfounded and speechless. The second time, I was in awe. Now, whenever I watch it, I find myself feeling anxious, worried, and a little angry.
We have been told as LDS church members that family is the most important institution. It is God's way of providing for his children on the earth. It is a divine organization, and marriage is the holiest of relationships a person can have in this life. I know all those things to be true.
What concerns me is that people are not marrying. Men are not asking women out on dates. They are taking the easy road, and "hanging out" rather than finding a woman to be with for eternity - a woman that will help them bring children to the earth and build Heavenly Father's kingdom. This is disconcerting. As a single woman, I know if I live my life according to God's ways I will be rewarded with a man in heaven who will be mine forever. Men are not guaranteed the same thing. If a man chooses not to marry in this life, he has no reward in the hereafter. That's scary enough in and of itself.
The scarier part to me is that by not marrying, they are deliberately choosing not to follow our Heavenly Father's directions. Does this mean they don't have a testimony of the truth? Or do they not understand it well enough to know it? Is it because of selfishness or pride? Or are the toys of the world (ATVs, motorcycles, video games, etc.) too enticing and too much fun? When will the realization hit that by not marrying and not having families we will destroy our earth financially, economically, and eventually push ourselves, in essence, into another dark ages? This is a scary thought.
Now, I know the Second Coming will come before another period of dark ages, but the ramifications of people not marrying and having families is going to have a huge impact on the way we live our lives. And I, for one, do not want any worthy man to be called up on the judgment day and have to hear that they are condemned for their choice not to marry (whether it's because of fear or pride or whatever else).
This video just reminded me how much is really wrong in the world today; how much our values are going down the toilet, how much selfishness (Satan's way of doing things) is taking over, and how lazy we've become in doing the difficult things. As one person, I can't change it. But I can change my outlook and the way I approach living. And you can bet it's been a real lesson that I have taken to heart.
9/15/10
Personal Accountability
This week's rant/soapbox/tangent: personal accountability.
When will people stop blaming everyone else for their problems and start taking some personal accountability?
If your attitude sucks, only YOU can change it.
If someone has done you wrong, only YOU can forgive them.
Only YOU can choose to be offended over what others say or do.
If you've been abused or mistreated, only YOU can choose to move past it.
If tragedy has happened in your life, only YOU can turn to God and ask for help.
Nobody else can determine how you feel or what you think or how you act. Those are personal choices - choices for which there is personal accountability.
So, stop blaming other people for your situation, stop being mean and ornery and taking out your issues on other people, and then learn how to forgive yourself for your lack of accountability and start taking action instead of reacting.
The only person who can make you miserable is YOU. Decide now not to let what others say or do determine what YOUR actions will be. For once, start being personally accountable.
Stepping down from the soapbox ... now.
When will people stop blaming everyone else for their problems and start taking some personal accountability?
If your attitude sucks, only YOU can change it.
If someone has done you wrong, only YOU can forgive them.
Only YOU can choose to be offended over what others say or do.
If you've been abused or mistreated, only YOU can choose to move past it.
If tragedy has happened in your life, only YOU can turn to God and ask for help.
Nobody else can determine how you feel or what you think or how you act. Those are personal choices - choices for which there is personal accountability.
So, stop blaming other people for your situation, stop being mean and ornery and taking out your issues on other people, and then learn how to forgive yourself for your lack of accountability and start taking action instead of reacting.
The only person who can make you miserable is YOU. Decide now not to let what others say or do determine what YOUR actions will be. For once, start being personally accountable.
Stepping down from the soapbox ... now.
9/14/10
The Future
Sometimes I think it would be cool to see into the future and know what's going to happen.
Then, I watch shows like:
"The Dead Zone" and realize ... uh, not so cool!
had seen the future, she'd have known how awful that haircut is and would have selected a much better look. :o)
All kidding aside, knowing the future would alleviate a lot of fears or concerns and give me some definite sense of direction. On the flip (and negative) side, would most of us really want to go on with life if we knew some of what our futures held? Probably not.
This makes me feel such great sympathy for Nephi and Moroni and other prophets who were allowed to see future posterity. To see your people kill each other and witness the end of the world and all the destruction - that's gotta suck something royal. I have great appreciation for those who saw future generations and calamities and lived to tell about it so we could read it today.
Guess I'll stop wishing away the present and enjoy it for what it is - a gift.
Then, I watch shows like:
"The Dead Zone" and realize ... uh, not so cool!
Of course, if she
All kidding aside, knowing the future would alleviate a lot of fears or concerns and give me some definite sense of direction. On the flip (and negative) side, would most of us really want to go on with life if we knew some of what our futures held? Probably not.
This makes me feel such great sympathy for Nephi and Moroni and other prophets who were allowed to see future posterity. To see your people kill each other and witness the end of the world and all the destruction - that's gotta suck something royal. I have great appreciation for those who saw future generations and calamities and lived to tell about it so we could read it today.
Guess I'll stop wishing away the present and enjoy it for what it is - a gift.
9/13/10
Me got smarts!
First of all, Comcast is stupid and totally sucks. Their customer service also rates about that high.
Second, our router bit the dust. Stupid Linksys.
Third, we went with a NetGear router - and it paid off.
Fourth, I hooked up a home network on Friday night. Booyah! Me got smarts!
Here's the thing. I am not computer savvy at all. Nor am I a techie who understands the finite and intricate details of what a computer can or should do. I just envy those who do all that junk AND get paid for it. Geniuses!
But, I can read directions, and I LOVE putting things together. (Ask my sis-in-law Allyson about this. She was freaking out one Sunday night when they came over and I was putting together a TV stand for my parents without swearing, wailing, and gnashing of teeth.) In fact, I'm looking for a new entertainment center to buy myself for Christmas/Tax Return Deposit Day (yay!) and I am specifically looking for one I can put together myself. THAT is entertainment before being entertained.
So, I did it. I rigged a network. I even hooked up Dad's computer to the internet. (Sorry, Mom.) And my laptop and my netbook both get access much better than they did. And Netflix - what can I say? It's SO nice to watch a show without multiple interruptions!
Now, I need one of those computer savvy, techie people to tell me what kind of color (?) laser printer I should invest in. It looks like Brother and Canon are getting better reviews than HP or Samsung, but what the heck do I know? I'm tired of inkjet printers because they use up so dang much ink. For all the ink you buy with those, you could have three laser printers!
Basically, I'm proud of myself for getting our house hopping again.
And should you ever need to call Comcast for help, well, stop yourself before you dial. "Ma'am, because your router is a NetGear brand and Comcast does not support NetGear, you will need to contact them directly or use their online support." Duh!!! Don't you think I would have gone to them in the first place if my freaking internet connection had been working so I COULD access their online support?! There are obviously ZERO geniuses working with the finite and intricate details of computers at Comcast customer service. Whatever they're getting paid, it's too freaking much!
Second, our router bit the dust. Stupid Linksys.
Third, we went with a NetGear router - and it paid off.
Fourth, I hooked up a home network on Friday night. Booyah! Me got smarts!
Here's the thing. I am not computer savvy at all. Nor am I a techie who understands the finite and intricate details of what a computer can or should do. I just envy those who do all that junk AND get paid for it. Geniuses!
But, I can read directions, and I LOVE putting things together. (Ask my sis-in-law Allyson about this. She was freaking out one Sunday night when they came over and I was putting together a TV stand for my parents without swearing, wailing, and gnashing of teeth.) In fact, I'm looking for a new entertainment center to buy myself for Christmas/Tax Return Deposit Day (yay!) and I am specifically looking for one I can put together myself. THAT is entertainment before being entertained.
So, I did it. I rigged a network. I even hooked up Dad's computer to the internet. (Sorry, Mom.) And my laptop and my netbook both get access much better than they did. And Netflix - what can I say? It's SO nice to watch a show without multiple interruptions!
Now, I need one of those computer savvy, techie people to tell me what kind of color (?) laser printer I should invest in. It looks like Brother and Canon are getting better reviews than HP or Samsung, but what the heck do I know? I'm tired of inkjet printers because they use up so dang much ink. For all the ink you buy with those, you could have three laser printers!
Basically, I'm proud of myself for getting our house hopping again.
And should you ever need to call Comcast for help, well, stop yourself before you dial. "Ma'am, because your router is a NetGear brand and Comcast does not support NetGear, you will need to contact them directly or use their online support." Duh!!! Don't you think I would have gone to them in the first place if my freaking internet connection had been working so I COULD access their online support?! There are obviously ZERO geniuses working with the finite and intricate details of computers at Comcast customer service. Whatever they're getting paid, it's too freaking much!
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