Sensitivity v. Sensibility
Creativity v. Consistency
Beginning with financial contendedness or ending with success of dreams captured
Efficiency and effictive decision making or the ability to lighten ill effects of bad decisions
Brave and Brawny v. Perceptive and Personal
Straightforward and Still v.
Flexible and Full of Life
Focused v. Faithful
“If you limit your choices only to what seems possible or reasonable, you disconnect yourself from what you truly want, and all that is left is compromise.”
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Just makes me giggle uncontrollably
FUNNY THINGS TO DO IN AN AIRPLANE:
Attempt to promote Hinduism among passengers.
Bring a fake cell phone (like the ones with candy inside) and pretend to call God, say 'The reception is much clearer up here'
Call the stewardess nurse.
Disco dance in the aisle
Don't use deoderant, then accidently stick your armpit in someone's face
During the inflight movie, ask to share headphones with someone
Fart loudly and act shocked, looking around to see who did it
Get some rub-on tattoos and a leather jacket, pretend that you belong to a biker gang
Jump up and scream AAAHHH!! I left the stove on!!
Lead a bible study session in the back of the plane.
Lead a revolt against the first class passengers.
No matter what the meal choices are, demand rice-a-roni.
Put on a ten foot diameter sombrero and slouch in your seat, whacking everyone on the head.
Remark that perhaps you shouldn't have put superglue in your undies that morning.
Ride carry-on luggage down the aisle, yelling Yeee-ha!
Say, Did you know every time a plane crashes, an angel gets its wings? Then sigh and stare dreamily into the clouds.
Scream and dive under your seat for no apparent reason.
Suddenly remember that you left your iron on. Ask if the pilot would mind going back so you can check.
Switch accents and see if anyone notices.
Tap at the windows, saying Looks pretty tough then ask somone if they have a bat you could use to test.
Tell corny jokes and laugh like it's absolutely hilarious, then expect others to do the same 46.
Wear a hairpiece and switch it often, seeing if anyone notices.
Tell the person next to you your life story, from DNA to that afternoon.
Push the flight attendant call button and pretend it give you a shock. When you get everybody’s attention, smile.
Call the Psychic Hotline from the in-flight phone and ask if they know where you are.
Drop a pen in the aisle and wait until someone reaches to help pick it up, then scream, 'That's mine!'
Bring a camera and take pictures of everyone in the airplane.
Lay down a Twister mat in the back of the plane and ask people if they'd like to play.
Leave a box in the corner, and when someone picks it up ask if they hear something ticking.
Pretend you are a flight attendant and review emergency procedures and exits with the passengers.
Ask, 'Did you feel that?'
Stand really close to someone, sniffing them occasionally.
Swat at flies that don't exist.
Tell people that you can see their aura.
Scream 'Pillow Fight!'
Grimace painfully while smacking your forehead and muttering 'Shut up, all of you, just shut up!'
Stare at another passenger for a while, then announce in horror, 'You're one of THEM!!'.
Wear a puppet on your hand and use it to talk to the other passengers.
Listen to the airplane walls with a stethoscope.
Make explosion noises when anyone presses a flight attendant call button.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Trials and Tender Mercies
A few weeks ago my phone's lcd screen went completely black and while I could preform every normal task on it I could not see what I was doing or read texts etc. I endured it for a few days trying to find repair places (since Sprint would not do anything but have me sign a new contract). Pretty soon I figured out that if I held my phone open precariously at a 45 degree angle I could read texts and see incoming calls and so on. This was 2 weeks ago. While I will probably not get a new phone for some time, I can at least perform all my normal activities with only minimal inconvienence.
This past Sunday I went to my car intending to drive to Mychal's ward to have sacrament meeting with her but this was not to be. After doing my regular routine for vapor lock, that is opening my gas cap and releasing some water pressure, the engine would still not turn over. To my dismay I realized Sacrament meeting with Mychal which I had been promising to attend, would not happen that day. I then did what any sensible, independent college girl would do. I called my mother. She diagnosed a possible broken fuel injector/pump, something like that. She had me try the accelerator and flood the engine a bit but to no avail.
Monday rolls around and I have been talking to every guy I know scoping out potential mechanics as well as calling around places in Provo for professional mechanics. Planning on having to call a tow truck, I tried the honda once more and it mercifully started up and got me all the way to the repair shop. Crossing tow truck manuvering in campus plaza parking lot off my to do list I am today preparing myself mentally for the phone call from mom about the mechanic's diagnostic. Just as my cell phone dilemma was appeased enough to provide me a workable alternative route, so was my honda ordeal made less chaotic with a simple answered prayer.
A grander scale predicament now lies in the subject of housing. Back in March and April when most continuing student wisely secure their fall/winter housing I was counting too much on arrangments that I had no doubt would fall into place. When those carefully laid out plans were disrupted by lines of students piling up behind managment office doors, I bought a summer contract at Campus Plaza and made dormant the fall/winter worries for the time being. Now, middle of summer, I realize gee if I don't have a signed and sealed contract for fall/winter my living conditions will be in reality non-existent. Shoot. So what do I do? Sign an expensive 4 person contract for Campus Plaza as a backup plan, upgrading my deposit and agreeing to come up with $500+ before summer is over. At this point I assume the tender mercy is that I at least have somewhere to go even if the financing for it will be more than a challenge. I am almost considering moving to Alta with Mychal however it is a 20 minute walk to the tip of campus. The nightmares of running late to class treking through a snow-filled parking lot, driving around endlessly looking for parking, or realizing too late once on campus that homework is at home and not having 40 minutes to run back and retrieve it. Yes the argument here can be made that this will force me to plan ahead and not be forgetful. I beg to argue that I learn that lesson enough as it is even living within 5 minutes of campus now!
When fall comes around I surely will have a plan laid out and housing secured. Tender mercies do not tend to fall very far from the trial tree.
This past Sunday I went to my car intending to drive to Mychal's ward to have sacrament meeting with her but this was not to be. After doing my regular routine for vapor lock, that is opening my gas cap and releasing some water pressure, the engine would still not turn over. To my dismay I realized Sacrament meeting with Mychal which I had been promising to attend, would not happen that day. I then did what any sensible, independent college girl would do. I called my mother. She diagnosed a possible broken fuel injector/pump, something like that. She had me try the accelerator and flood the engine a bit but to no avail.
Monday rolls around and I have been talking to every guy I know scoping out potential mechanics as well as calling around places in Provo for professional mechanics. Planning on having to call a tow truck, I tried the honda once more and it mercifully started up and got me all the way to the repair shop. Crossing tow truck manuvering in campus plaza parking lot off my to do list I am today preparing myself mentally for the phone call from mom about the mechanic's diagnostic. Just as my cell phone dilemma was appeased enough to provide me a workable alternative route, so was my honda ordeal made less chaotic with a simple answered prayer.
A grander scale predicament now lies in the subject of housing. Back in March and April when most continuing student wisely secure their fall/winter housing I was counting too much on arrangments that I had no doubt would fall into place. When those carefully laid out plans were disrupted by lines of students piling up behind managment office doors, I bought a summer contract at Campus Plaza and made dormant the fall/winter worries for the time being. Now, middle of summer, I realize gee if I don't have a signed and sealed contract for fall/winter my living conditions will be in reality non-existent. Shoot. So what do I do? Sign an expensive 4 person contract for Campus Plaza as a backup plan, upgrading my deposit and agreeing to come up with $500+ before summer is over. At this point I assume the tender mercy is that I at least have somewhere to go even if the financing for it will be more than a challenge. I am almost considering moving to Alta with Mychal however it is a 20 minute walk to the tip of campus. The nightmares of running late to class treking through a snow-filled parking lot, driving around endlessly looking for parking, or realizing too late once on campus that homework is at home and not having 40 minutes to run back and retrieve it. Yes the argument here can be made that this will force me to plan ahead and not be forgetful. I beg to argue that I learn that lesson enough as it is even living within 5 minutes of campus now!
When fall comes around I surely will have a plan laid out and housing secured. Tender mercies do not tend to fall very far from the trial tree.
Monday, June 22, 2009
A Lesson Well Learned...
Through trial and error this past semester I have discovered that contrary to what I may have thought when I was younger, physical affection affects more than just the surface emotions. Physical affection does in fact bleed deeper into the heart than a mere passing flirtation. My fondness for the term "cuddle buddy" has been placed in the proper category of Do Not Try This at Home...side affects include heartburn, heartaches, and in the most severe cases irreprable heart attck. Fortunately I found the "use only as directed" directions in time to stop overdosing on SCS's (semi-commital cuddle sessions). I had a roommate as well as a best friend warn me about the possible side affects but I took the over-the-counter, self prescription route and got a little carried away.
I vow (to the best of my abilities) to not involve myself in encounters that even dare to resemble physical affection unless there is that wonderful little C word (not cuddling) used by each party.
Commitment from the start. Good motto. Good day.
I vow (to the best of my abilities) to not involve myself in encounters that even dare to resemble physical affection unless there is that wonderful little C word (not cuddling) used by each party.
Commitment from the start. Good motto. Good day.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Increasing in maturity
Sure my stove top analogy was cute but I have come to realize that relationships are not as easy as a kitchen appliance. Perhaps a more accurate metaphor would be to compare my situation to leftovers in the fridge. Right now I need to concentrate my full attention on what is cooking at this moment and put the back burner item in Tupperware in the fridge and shut the door. It won't go bad at the right temperature and it can be re-heated after a period of time if I chose.
It is not fair to the new man in my life to be committed fully to this relationship while I am still keeping live feelings for another man from the past. I want this relationship to progress to wherever it may and I am not just biding my time until the old man in my life returns. I feel good about this decision and hope dearly that it does not come crashing down around me anytime soon.
It is not fair to the new man in my life to be committed fully to this relationship while I am still keeping live feelings for another man from the past. I want this relationship to progress to wherever it may and I am not just biding my time until the old man in my life returns. I feel good about this decision and hope dearly that it does not come crashing down around me anytime soon.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Yes, a new man in my life
In continuation of my fabulous stove top analogy, I am now allowing a new pot to boil on my stove. He is good friend I met in advertising and we decided to try to date exclusively and so far it is going rather well. This does not mean that I am turning off the back burner necessarily, just trying out a new burner. More updates to come later...
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